Chapter 4

Bibi traces her finger over the silk dress as she tries to think about the last time she had worn anything quite as soft. The fabric moves within her hand softly as she realizes this will be her first act of true defiance. It doesn't feel right to act in a way that defies everything he wants for her. But still, if she doesn't, how will she ever escape her torment and lustful desires?

Now that she has discovered herself and how easily she becomes sweet and slippery with thoughts of him, she can't hold back any longer. Now that the discovery has been made, she is trapped. Trapped with an unquenchable desire to find herself over his knee again. If that is all she has, then she has to pursue it. She has to throw herself into a position to yield to him.

To prove to him that she will yield to his desires when she falters. She will be the perfect girl who doesn't fight against his correction. She knows that even wearing anything but her punishment skirt is a defiance. Leaving the campus will only complicate the matter as she will break the rules twice.

She should wait until next week, but it will be too late. She has felt his rough and scarred hand brush against her ass numerous times in her dreams. She imagines his hand sliding down her ass to her thighs. Parting them softly as he twists his fingers, she relents willingly.

As his fingers slide up her inner thigh, she mews in happy sounds of pleasure. Her labia quivered at his warmth being so close to her lips. His sandalwood musk drifts in the air like pure beauty. Her body twists and turns, trying to squirm her way down to meet his fingers as they trail across her inner thighs.

His hand pressed into her back, pinning her into place as his fingers touched the sensual hollow of her body. Where her thighs meet the little sunken flesh between her thighs and heaven. The connection was just outside the base of her labia as his fingers split and moved along the outside of her mound. Her body squirming across his knees as she feels pressed into his lap, unable to force his hands to touch her accidentally.

"Part," Caesar commanded of her as she let her right leg fall off his lap. Her knee landed on the ground softly as the cool air awakened the moistness of the moment. Her body trembling and pulsing as she feels herself squeezing tightly within. Her hips involuntarily thrust back to a hand just out of reach.

Feeling the musky air drift down against her flesh, she feels trapped in a plane of heightened senses. Her desire shifts as she can barely maintain her breath as soft pants escape her lips. The pressure builds inside her as she feels the insurmountable desires of a man just outside her reach.

As she sleeps, her body twists and turns across the pillow she lays over. Her bedroom pillows are stacked in the middle of her bed so she may need him in her dreams. Her desire to recreate that moment drives every thought she has. She exists in that place. Her body is trapped under the arm that doesn't exist, knowing he wants her still.

She fights against the nothingness of her dreams as the pressure builds up. Even just thinking about them now makes her body tremble. Holding her hand, she catches herself against the wall as she remembers this morning. Remembers the dream of being over his knee.

She imagined her letting her leg fall off his knee as she opened up to him. Imagining his fingers just outside her reach, she feels him lean across. A cool air blows across her bare back, across her ass, and her thighs and works its way towards her most sensual touch. As she feels his air caressing her flesh, she opens her legs.

Unwillingly exposing her tenderness to the world within the darkness of her room. She shudders as a cool breeze enters the window and caresses her inner thighs. Her body collapses in waves of pleasure as her dream becomes a reality. Her desires are realized in a point of beautiful fate.

Bibi's legs give out as the waves rip through her once more as the memory floods her every thought. Collapsing into the bed, Bibi whimpers pitifully at how completely enthralled she is. She is in his care, in his control, and hopefully in his desires.

She needs his control as it brings her indescribable peace. She feels a desire within his arms and across his knee that cannot even begin to be expressed. A desire that builds up in her in waves of emotional bliss. She doesn't need to worry, stress, or fear within his arms. She needs him for more than just her sexual desire; she needs him for the very safety he provides. Even in her thoughts of service, the waves flood her body again as she calls out his name before slipping into a deep slumber. 

THE END