Sinful Submission

5 ~ Dirty Sinful Games.

What could be the thoughts running in your filthy mind when you see your lecturer stark naked in front of you in her own house and tell you ‘Welcome to Temptation Island’?

RYDER

“Came already? Typical.” Miss Alessia said, her voice a lazy purr that curled around my neck like smoke.

Her lips curled into a smile. “And I see you're already... standing to attention.”

I scoffed, forcing my legs to move. One step. Then another. “So what now? Are you going to lecture me on biology from your couch?”

She sat up, slowly, letting her hair fall over one shoulder, her breasts swaying lightly with the motion. She said, licking her bottom lip, “I thought we would play a game.”

I raised an eyebrow. “A game?”

“Strip forfeit,” she said. “Every time you lose a round, you remove one piece of clothing.”

My jaw tightened. “And if I win?”

Her smile darkened. “Then I might let you put your hands where your eyes have been all night.”

“No. I don't play games.” I said, lying to myself.

This was exactly how it had begun when I got stuck before I was left alone. I'm not willing to take any risk. But there is something about this woman I can't seem to understand.

She just slid one hand between her thighs and started touching herself. Her folds twitching like they had their own hunger.

My throat dried.

Is this who I am again? She hadn't even touched me, yet I am willing to give her everything.

Her fingers circled her c**t with slow precision, her breath hitching and her eyes never leaving mine. “Then watch since you're so good at sitting still.”

I should have looked away. I should have said something but my mouth stayed shut, my eyes locked to the slick glide of her fingers. Her body arched, her hips lifting slightly with each motion. She was soaking and moaning my name like I had already f****d her senseless.

“You’re making me do this,” she whispered.

My hands gripped the back of the chair in front of me. The warmth spreading beneath my waistband was unbearable.

Afterwards, I heard the soft clicking of boots behind me. Glove fingers trailing my ribs… not lovingly but clinically.

I turned around and saw nothing. It was just the same old me warning me of what I'm getting myself into.

Miss Alessia gasped, her thighs shaking. Her back arched hard, her free hand clawing at the couch as her orgasm poured out of her p***y.

The orgasm was long and her voice was loud, like she didn’t care who heard. And I did nothing but watch like some obedient dog with a leash wrapped around its p***s.

I came hard, wetting the inside of my boxers like I had been milked. My breath caught in my throat. I clenched my teeth and tried not to make a sound but she saw it.

“You came untouched,” she said, her voice thick with smug heat. “That’s new.”

I looked away.

She reached for my jaw, forcing my gaze back to hers. “You lost the game you refused to play. Now the real game begins.”

And f**k me, I wanted to lose again.

Alessia turned away and walked back to the couch, her hips swaying, the scent of s*x still clinging to the air like perfume. She sprawled out again, her eyes half-lidded, and every inch of her glowing in the dim light.

“Take your shirt off.”

I blinked. “What?”

She smirked. “You're still playing. You just don’t realize it yet. You already lost one round. And in this game, that means one piece of clothing comes off.”

I pulled the damn thing over my head.

She hummed in approval, her fingers lazily drawing circles over her bare stomach. “Now, sit down. Not too close. Good boy.”

I sat with my muscles tensed, heat crawling up my spine.

“Do you know what happens to a man who cums before he’s even touched me?” She asked.

“He doesn’t get rewarded. He gets teased.” Her eyes gleamed as she reached for a wine glass on the table beside her.

She took a slow sip, her lips wrapping around the rim like she wanted it to be me. Her tongue flicked out to catch a drop.

“I could let you f**k me right now,” she said, swirling the liquid. “But where’s the fun in that? You would finish in seconds. Your c**k’s already twitching again. I can see it.”

I shifted uncomfortably, the fabric of my shorts clinging to me, sticky and soaked.

What level of embarrassment is this?

She set the glass down. “Let's raise the stakes. Answer this right, and you get to kiss my thigh. Answer wrong... another piece comes off.”

I narrowed my eyes. “What’s the question?”

She leaned back, her breasts rising with every breath. “What’s the name of the hormone responsible for ovulation in the female reproductive system?”

My brain scrambled.

“Luteinizing hormone,” I finally said.

She smiled. “Very good. Come here.”

I crawled toward her, my heart pounding. I kissed her thigh, the skin soft and warm, her scent intoxicating.

She moaned softly. “Back to your seat.”

I obeyed, breathing hard.

“Next question,” she said, licking her lips. “What’s the main function of the corpus luteum?”

My mind was blank.

“Ryder?”

I stammered. “To… to produce estrogen?”

She shook her head, slowly. “Wrong. Progesterone, darling.” She tilted her head. “Take off your shorts and your boxer.”

My heart slammed in my chest. “Miss Alessia…”

“Take. Them. Off.”

I stood, and with trembling hands, I peeled them down. My p***s, still semi-hard, hung free—slick and flushed from the earlier climax.

She sat up, her eyes drinking me in like she was deciding whether I was dessert or just the appetizer.

“You are already ruined, and I haven’t even touched you.”

She parted her legs slowly again. “Do you want a second chance to earn it?”

I nodded.

“Then you will have to prove you can handle staying hard without cumming again.”

She touched herself again, slower this time. And I sat there, naked, leaking, and shaking with nothing to hold onto but her voice.

“Before you end up dying on the spot, come over here.”

Her thighs opened like the gates to something sacred and forbidden.

She stared down at me, her voice velvet and venom all at once. “Come closer.”

I moved but I couldn’t breathe.

“Wow! Look at that big black c**k. It really surpassed my expectation seeing it closer to me.”

Not bad.

“Climb over…”

I hovered over her, and she pulled me in by the base of my p***s, guiding me with fingers slick from her own arousal.

I groaned from somewhere buried in my chest. My p***s pressed against her folds, warm and wet and hot as a volcano. Her slick coated me instantly, and it took everything I had not to shove myself all the way in.

But she held me still before she let me in.

My breath caught and my heart stuttered when she inserted the tip in it.

It was heaven.

Her walls kissed the crown of my p***s with this unbearable pull—like her body was trying to suck me deeper, but her rules said no.

She moved beneath me, blowing some air.

I moaned softly. My hips trembled, my abs clenched, and my eyes rolled halfway back before I forced them open again. I needed to see her. I needed to remember this wasn’t a dream.

But it felt like one. No. It felt like a goddamn punishment wrapped in pleasure.

Miss Alessia bit her bottom lip, watching me melt from a single inch inside her. She whispered, “Just the tip and you're already gone.”

She was right.

I had never felt anything like it. No girl, no f**k, no fantasy had ever touched this part of me. This raw ache that lived in the deepest parts of my gut and soul.

And just as my hips jerked forward instinctively, she leaned back into the couch and let my p***s slip out.

I nearly shouted. My p***s twitched, throbbing with rage and loss.

“That's enough,” she said calmly, licking her fingers. “You’ve had your taste.”

I stood there with a dripping p***s, my balls aching, and my soul, indirectly wrecked.

“I want more.” I stammered, my heart pounding.

“If you want more, let's visit the Dark Dungeon together. There, you can play the dirtiest game ever with me. But be warned, once you step in, there’s no going back.” She said, her voice dangerously low as she moved her right hand towards my p***s.