PROLOGUE

The week following Bibi's awakening desires had been a blur of emotions. Draped naked across Caesar's knee was a dream she had long held. The power of his arms pinning her to his lap as she kicked her legs in protest. The cries she called out from her paddling were a mixture of pain and desire. She is proud of herself that a singular moan had not escaped her lips.

Bibi has desired Caesar all her life. The stories she had heard from her grandfather about the monster Caesar once only excited her further. Her stories of him rescuing women from dark dungeons intrigued her as a teen. Her father had always thought of them as exaggerated tales, but there was a darkness and hunger in Caesar's eyes.

The fact that a man so powerful and capable had attempted to dissuade her desires for so long told her all she needed to know. He wasn't running the academy to take advantage of others. She has thrown herself at him for years, promised him she could be his hidden secret, and he spurned her advances.

The mere fact that he became a mentor and guide only increased her desire. She had fantasies about him catching her in a deep, dark dungeon. He finds her tied against the wall and refuses to free her, allowing his hunger and desires to take root. Each night, the dream had taken over from her; she had to clean her sheets.

She would twist herself in the sheets as she felt him take her, twisting her hair in his arms. The force of his body against hers as his hand grasps her flesh firmly. Her body yielded completely to each touch and grasp of her flesh. The experiences are so real that they terrify and excite her. Her breath catches in her throat just thinking about it as she lays in bed.

As she lay across his knee in the classroom, she felt a similar breeze blow across her skin. Her whimpers and soft cries of protest turn into soft murmurs of desire. Luckily she didn't collapse entirely into his will until after the paddle laid across his desk. The way his hand touched her warm and taunt ass made her quiver with desire. Caesar's graceful fingers transformed from disciplinarian to lover.

As Bibi's fingers trail down her nightgown in bed, she knows that he isn't her lover yet, but she still thinks of his tenderness. The desires she had for him were ignited by the way his hand possessively grasped her. She had learned more about the headmaster than anyone had known, studying old books and articles and piecing things together. Her fingers trail down her soft, pert breasts, wishing for his lips to one day be upon them.

A soft tremble travels through her body as she knows she isn't there yet. Her desires overwhelm her reason as her fingertips trail down her slim figure, traveling toward the hem of her nightgown. She moans in pleasure as she thinks that one day, he may be all hers. Or, more likely, she will be entirely his to control and serve one day.

Her fingertips trace down her hip as she pulls her nightgown aside. Her desire to be his too, to feel him fill her as her first, is overwhelming. She can't even express her desire in complete thought as her finger touches her silk-smooth and waxed right thigh. Moving her hand up her flesh, she remembers the feeling of going across his knee. She felt the power of his muscular leg as she grasped his calf and leaned forward.

The strength of his body sends thoughts and feelings through her mind as she finds the fabric of the g-string. The singular item that sent her down on this journey of surrender. She pressed the silky fabric against the lips of her labia as she imagined his touch. This fabric that, for the briefest moments, he had held in his hand before returning. Imagining his warmth was easy as her legs parted slightly, her fingers rubbing across the fabric gently.

Until the night following the spanking, she had never touched herself or found her pleasure. She remains genuinely pure to be possessed by a demon. To be conquered in whatever way he desires. She wishes she could have been his and had served him completely that night or any of the nights of the following week. Sitting through class without dreaming of his arms has been almost impossible.

Taking a deep breath, she focuses on the memory of his hand caressing her bare ass. His palm covered most of her firm ass as his fingers grasped her. His fingers were inches away from where hers are now. The desire flushed through her as she was instantly excited, knowing she was his. She was always going to be his. There was just one question: how to awaken that desire within him.

Pressing down upon the silken fabric, the fingertip of her middle fingers part her lips. As the fabric he held in his hand massages the very essence of her purity. Her needs pulsing in her flesh as she hears her heartbeat within her ears. Her desires flooded every thought for pleasure and mercy. She has begun the ritual as her fingers leave her body, the g-string nestled within her lips. Closing her eyes, she feels her heart beating faster in her chest as she closes her eyes.

Counting back from four hundred, she starts to drift off to sleep. The trick was a memory of when he had sent her to the corner to do the same. Her voice speaks softly within her mind as the memory of his hand grasping her ass hard floods her. She squeaks in surprise as, for the first time, it feels as if he is there with her. Her mind, body, and soul yield to his desire as the first wave of pleasure finds her even before she falls asleep.