Chapter 12

The week passed by in a blur, and soon enough, it was Sunday.

The big day when Natasha would go commando for the first time in her life had arrived fast. She was excited and yet afraid she might make a fool of herself. Daniel might be used to such things but the little goody-two-shoes she was – used to be – wasn't.

She grabbed three dresses from her wardrobe and laid them on her bed, looking at each for a few seconds before puffing in indecision.

One was bloody red, one royal blue and the last black.

Black could never be wrong, but it was the safe choice, and she didn't want to play it safe. And thus, she was down to two dresses. The bloody red dress was not only daring in color but also in shape, it had a heart-shaped neckline – no straps – that molded her chest nicely; it then flowed in soft cascades and reached her knees. The royal blue dress, on the other hand, was more casual, had a decent v-neckline and reached her mid-calves.

She was in her underwear, facing the mirror, and holding both dresses, trying to see what she would look like wearing them.

She inhaled deeply and then threw the royal blue on the bed.

Her mind was set on one thing, and one thing only – seducing Daniel Davidson to the best of her capabilities. And she was going to do just that.

For the first time in a long time, she put on foundation and concealer. Amanda often told her that with her skin tone, she didn't need any. But since she had barely slept the night before, she didn't want the bags under her eyes to show.

Sure, she was excited to no ends, her adventurous side showing. But Daniel didn't need to know that.

She glanced at her wrist watch and saw that it was just 9 am. Still an entire hour to wait.

After putting the dress on, came the decisive moment… taking off her underwear.

Natasha looked back and sure enough, Heather was sleeping soundly. She swiftly took care of the task at hand, and breathed out heavily.

She wanted to text Daniel, to tell him she was ready, but then again that would make her look needy. And yeah, deep down, she was, and she knew it… Hell, even he knew it. But there was no reason to embarrass herself.

This was no ordinary date.

This was a dom-sub date.

This was a forbidden teacher-student date.

And she definitely didn't want to ruin it.

In order to stop thinking about him a little, she turned on her laptop and started watching funny cat videos. She absolutely adored them, but was sadly allergic.

Before she knew it, she received a text that said, "I'm outside your dorm."

She turned off her laptop, gulped down her fear and rose to her feet. She looked at herself one last time in the mirror, rearranged her curly hair nervously, hands sweating a little in nervousness, and then picked up her purse and left her room.

As soon as she was outside, she spotted his shiny black SUV and made a beeline towards it.

He stepped out of the car, a smirk adorning his face.

He was wearing dark blue jeans and a white shirt that clung to his chest.

"You look dashing," she couldn't help but tell him. And she was sincere.

"I look underdressed," he chuckled, his eyes taking her in appraisingly.

She blushed at that. She hadn't known where he was taking her and thus had decided to up her game. "I could go change," she told him in a hurry.

"Oh, hell no," he retorted immediately, "You look stunning. Sure, I'll have to chase silly immature guys away, but I like it that you dressed up for me."

She blushed an even darker shade of pink at that, and felt the muscles at her entrance clench on thin air in anticipation.

Like a gentleman, he opened the door for her and even helped her in. His hand on her waist made her shiver and bite on her lower lip.

"If you had any doubt about being mine," he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make sure you understand and accept that fully by the end of the day."

Again, almost as if she couldn't help herself, she bit on her lower lip.

He closed the door behind her, and was soon enough sitting next to her.

The engine, which he had left on, roared a little before they took off.

A minute or so after sitting in a comfortable silence, he told her firmly while handing her a foulard he had retrieved from his pocket, "Kindly blindfold yourself."

She felt herself grow damp at the mere order, at the tone of his voice. She took the black silky foulard and did as she was told.

"Can I know where we're going?" She asked after putting it on.

"Sweetheart, I believe you are smarter than this," she heard him reply in a deep tone. "What do you think the blindfold is for?"

"Right," she muttered under her breath while blushing to the roots of her hair.

The next thing she knew, the car had come to a stop, and his hand was feeling her leg up.

"Open up," he ordered.

She obliged, her breathing growing ragged.

His hand travelled up until it reached her moist cavern. She trembled at the way he cupped her mound. It felt incredibly possessive somehow.

"Hmm," he let out in appreciation, "You did not disobey me."

"Of course not, sir," she let out breathlessly.

He inserted a finger inside of her, and she couldn't help but moan at the sensation. Even if it wasn't nearly enough to fulfill her needs, it did give her a glimpse of what was to happen.

Then, the finger disappeared, and she whimpered in dismay.

"Shush," he told her, his wet finger landing on her lips.

"Lick," he ordered.

How could she lick her own juices? But then again, how could she swallow a man's cum? What was the difference really?

She dampened her lips and got a small first taste. She then opened her mouth, and he inserted his finger in, just as the SUV started again.

"Good girl," he told her gruffly.

"Happy to please you, sir," she retorted once she finished licking and he removed his finger from her mouth.

"I'm sure you are. I have a nice plan for the day, and I can promise you but one thing… You will cum several times."