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3rd Person

Graduation day is a day filled with high-powered emotions and a lot of love, a day to celebrate accomplishments and, unfortunately, a day to say goodbye. With every graduation from a period of life, there is a change. Dixie was awakened by a phone call from her beloved. He expressed his gratitude to her and wished her the best luck. She stayed the night with her family, and it was nice to be able to unwind after a long day. The event was scheduled to begin at 10 a.m. In preparation for the after-party, which Dixie planned, students were required to wear white dresses or suits under their gowns.

Tonight, Noah was an award presenter. He thought he'd receive the satisfaction of presenting her with accolades and seeing her broad smile. It was still something that intrigued him after all this time.

She put on her white dress with nude heels and made her way to school. It was as if the town had vanished. Except for staff and grads, the campus was deserted. In her year, there were a lot of students, but the bulk of them didn't match the requirements; so, better luck next year.

Principal Williams addressed the graduates, saying, "All graduates report to the auditorium to put on your gowns and hats."

It had become a reality. She was, in fact, receiving honors and an advanced diploma. This was a significant achievement.

Dixie made her way to the auditorium with her companions. Parents, caregivers, and other teachers will soon be entering the site, giving the graduates only a short period of time to put on their gowns. Dixie took hers and went to the stage's rear to put it on.

Someone suddenly tapped her on the shoulder. This enabled her to react with a jump, and the person who it turned out to be was also someone she was afraid of. She would have been in tears if it hadn't been for the fact that she was graduating in 5 minutes and her makeup was done. Richard has arrived, and only God knows why.

"No, it is an important day in my life. Please, just leave," she pleaded.

"Just give me a chance to speak. I didn't come here to raise a ruckus. I came to express my regret for everything. I'm sorry, and there's no reason for you to forgive me. I shouldn't have insulted you, judged you, or touched you." He reacted with a genuine apology, but she wouldn't believe it, and no one would given her position.

"Just leave. The damage is done and long gone," she said, "I have a boyfriend to meet, a graduation ceremony to attend, and who knows, I might even be pregnant with his babies. Goodbye Richard. Have a nice life."

She walked away from that area and sat down. Every chapter had to come to a conclusion, some with joyful endings and others with sad ones. Richard's emotions and jealousy got the better of him, which should never have happened, especially because he never told her about his feelings.

You don't hurt the people you care about; it just doesn't make sense, and Dixie had considered this.

When she saw Noah enter the room and take his position on the stage, her thoughts altered. She was having the most irrational thoughts, but now wasn't the time to act on them. Everyone in the crowd thought he was attractive, so she wasn't alone in her opinion.

Principal Williams took the stage and spoke to the audience. "Goodmorning graduates, parents, care-takers, staff and guardians. Welcome to the advanced class's 2022 commencement ceremony. We are extremely proud of each and every one of the students here, and we wish them all the best as we say our goodbyes. Now, I'll turn the microphone over to Ms. Dixie D'Amelio, our poised valedictorian. Thank you."

This was her time, and she had everything under control.

"Good morning, and welcome to the commencement ceremony. When I was offered this opportunity, I sat at my desk for hours trying to come up with something to say, but my best friend advised me to write what everyone needed to hear, not what I thought people wanted to hear. As a result, thank you, Halley. Life as we know it is a shambles. It can be difficult at times, but there is always that one individual who makes everything bearable. I found mine, and I hope everyone else does as well. I'd like to express my gratitude to the one individual who is present in this room today. Thank you for accepting me, for helping me, for being my most powerful motivation and support system, and most importantly, for being you. Without you, I would not have made it through this academic year. Except for my sister and Halley, I'd always assumed I'd never find a good bestfriend, but I did, and I'm glad. College was difficult, especially taking advanced courses. The late evenings at the library and taco runs. Hours and hours of studying. Dr. Beck and Mrs. Smith's class, failing or passing, or even skipping the assembly. Mr. Williams, I'm sorry, but it's just boring. It's all led up to this moment, with my friends and peers raising our hats and moving on to the next chapter of our lives. I wish everyone the best of luck. Thank you."

The audience alternated between crying and laughing. Her speech was something to be excited about. Everyone knew she was referring to Noah in her statement, and it was beautiful. He felt as though he was about to cry as well.

Dixie had everything all figured out; all she needed was for him to be in the crowd so she could look at him, but he was hiding behind her.

Dixie learned a valuable lesson: tell people what they need to hear, not what you think they want to hear. Do not live your life for the sake of others. It was the most wonderful message delivered that morning: "Live it for yourself."

The rest of the ceremony included prize giving, song, dancing, poetry, and other remarks from the distinguished members. It was unquestionably a memorable graduation.

After the ceremony, everyone said their goodbyes, returned their gowns and caps, and made their way over to the grass to begin the after party. Dixie lingered a little longer since she needed to visit someone really essential and didn't care if anyone saw her.

"You're welcome, and it was all my pleasure," Noah remarked, his face lit up with emotion and passion.

She was initially perplexed, but then remembered her speech. The only thing that would suffice in this situation was a kiss. They were a couple of teenagers kissing in the middle of the auditorium, unconcerned about who stepped in. To get them to this stable stage in their relationship, the danger and everything was worth it.

"Sir, are you ever going to ask me out?"

"I assumed I was already your boyfriend, but you're right. Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Of course, it's the best question I've heard all day. I was already your girlfriend; all I needed was for you to confirm it." She burst out laughing at this. Reassurance is a woman's bestfriend.

He groaned, "You tease me every day."

In between kisses, she replied, "You ain't seen nothing yet, sir."

"Let's go to the dungeon later; you've earned it."

She shrieked, "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear that."

There was nothing except joy and appreciation on display. She said her goodbyes to Noah and proceeded to the gardens. Everyone was having a good time and shooting group shots. These were the moments that made life truly wonderful. She laughed and drank with her friends, having a great time, but she knew she couldn't waste her energy since she'd need it for tonight.

"You are the cutest little thing, aren't you?"

She recognized that voice from anywhere, and tears welled up in her eyes. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

Dixie yelled, "Halley, you came!" She had a lot of empathy.

"Obviously, I did. I couldn't let you down on your big day. Flights when pregnant are a pain, and they made me nauseous," she complained, "but Dixie, I'm so proud of you, and I'm so glad I met you," Halley expressed himself.

They were completely absorbed in a hug. This was one of Dixie's happiest moments. Her parents were also hosting her a graduation supper at their home, so she had much to look forward to. She found Halley and the two of them chatted about everything. Halley's baby bump was starting to show, and she was rocking it.

It doesn't matter how long you've known someone; what matters is the influence they had when they first entered your life. She had known people for over five years and they had all wounded her, as opposed to the folks she had met in a few of months. College was a giant ball of teachings that only a select few would be fortunate enough to learn.

She bid her goodbyes and returned to Noah's residence. She was certain he was waiting for her, and she couldn't wait for him to take over her body. This was something she had overlooked. She was a masochist despite being a relationship girl. She needed being harmed, hit, and exploited, but only by him. No other man had the same level of luxury as he had.

She didn't even bother to look around to see if he was around. She knew as she walked past the dungeon and saw the door open. Dixie showered and took a kneeling posture in the center of the room right away.

Noah praised, "Mhm good girl."

"Thank you. Sir," she giggled.

Sir, that three-letter word was a power to be reckoned with.

He said, "Get up, get on the bed, and spread your legs."

She wouldn't dare to violate commands if they were given to her.

Noah

Dixie pressed her legs against the flogging bench, her perky little ass in the air, like a good girl. She was exactly how I had envisioned her. I knelt behind her and spread her out wide enough to trace my tongue around her tender clitus. I whacked her ass because she squirmed like an eel. Hard. The smack of my palm reverberated throughout the room.

"I told you not to move," I said.

She came to a halt in her squirming. "Sorry, sir."

I lingered a little longer in my posture, her gleaming genitalia just an inch from my nose. I inhaled deeply, teasing her with my warm breath. She tensed but calmed down, staying still long enough to avoid punishment.

This was just what I needed. I craved the strong odor of sex and the musky taste of her on my tongue. I needed to feel her jerk and scream as she approached, and beg for more even then. More tongue, dick, and discomfort. I'd give her a few more of those. Gladly.

I buried my tongue in her slit, coaxing a trail to her clit through the folds. She was a fucking delight to eat. Even as I closed my mouth tight around her, sucking her beautiful tiny nub between my lips, she didn't move a muscle. My dick twitched in my jeans as her aroma assaulted my senses.

"What do you want, Dixie?"

Her response was instantaneous. "Sir, your mouth. Please."

"You're going to be quiet and still."

"Yes, sir," she said.

"Do you realize that if you move or make a sound, I will paddle you hard?"

Her pussy clench was visible to me. Horny little bitch.

"Sir, yes, I understand."

"Good girl." I spread her open like a gorgeous pink butterfly, extending her lips wide apart. It's so fucking lovely. I almost willed her to groan as I heard her breath quicken, just so I could torture her.

"Dixie, you have a lovely little cunt."

I envisioned her blindfolded eyes clenched shut, her entire attention focused on complying. It wasn't going to be easy for me.

I sucked her in with my mouth fixed on her. She was swelled with lust and ready for my touch. My arms wrapped around her thighs to keep her close to me as I gently swirled my tongue. Every muscle in her legs was tense, and she was struggling to maintain her calm. I clenched my teeth into her flesh as I backed away, cruel enough to make her breath catch in my throat. Make a sound, you filthy whore make a fucking sound. She remained silent.

I pressed two fingers across her ribcage, and she sighed deeply. I curved them forward until I found the perfect spot. As I handled her from the inside, the cuffs on her wrists jingled, but I let her go this time. My thumb pressed into her clit, pinning her pleasure from both inside and out. Her cunt produced lovely wet slurps, sticky and swollen with all she took from me. To savor the pleasure, I closed my eyes.

"Dixie, I'm going to stretch you open. You do want more, don't you?"

"Please, sir." Her voice had a gruff quality to it.

Her legs trembled as I slipped in a third finger. Her eager little slit sucking at my fingers tightened her magnificently. Strong, steady motions all the way within her, echoed by my thumb around her clit, I pushed her into a rhythm.

"Excuse me, sir, but can I cum?"

"No." Her cuffs clinked again, and her legs shuddered once more. "Dixie, don't make me punish you."

She was making such an effort, but the sadist in me couldn't help myself. I increased the pressure inside, coaxing the nerves. She bucked against my palm, gasping a succession of incoherent mewls as they betrayed her. Her knees almost buckled as I quickly backed away.

"I said no."

"I'm sorry, sir," she murmured. "I'm sorry."

I rose to my feet, rough hands massaging the soft skin of her buttocks.

"Dixie, I'm going to punish you right now. Do you think you should be punished right now?"

"Sir, yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

I ran my fingers along her spine's smooth pale groove, relishing the way her muscles trembled in response to my touch.

"I'll make you cum after if you're a really good girl."

She moaned and arched her back, shoving her ass in my direction. She's very talented.

I wasn't gentle with her. My blows were powerful and quick. Smack after slap on her flawless white skin. Her ass juddered beneath the "torture," and her whimpers soon became audible. Under my palms, her ass rose pink, rosy and lovely, eventually ripening to a deep, black hue. For good measure, I colored her thighs as well, and she let out a squeal as I landed one directly on her crotch. After that, she was completely marked.

While I gave her a moment, she laid flat on the bench, breathing heavily.

"Dixie, your skin is so lovely."

"Thank you, sir."

She gasped as I stroked my fingertips down her thighs, shifting her legs wide like a whore.

"What do you want, Dixie?"

"I'd just want to cum. Sir, please make me cum."

I grabbed her hair and yanked her head back without warning. "You haven't earned it yet."

I held my grip on her while slapping her again, seeing the strain in her shoulders as I punished her. I watched her careen to the limit of her tolerance, a slow burning arch of anguish, observing every quiver, wince, and tiny moan. My dick throbbed as a result of it. As she let out a particularly loud whimper, I finished up. The timing was perfect. As she gathered her breath, I saw her back rise and fall.

"How are you feeling today, Dixie?"

"Amazing, thank you, sir."

She wasn't lying. Her face was red and her thighs were slick with sweat, but it was the smile that stretched slowly across her lips that said it all. Without a doubt, endorphins are kicking in. She was soaring across the sky.

I pushed my fingers back into her, reserving my thumb for her clit. As I pushed it in, she gasped and jerked back against me with rapid strokes. This time, I let her move against my will, back and forth while her chains rattled. My free hand curled around her thigh, softly circling her sopping wet clit, and I took her to her peak with steady fingertips. As she exploded, I leaned my weight against her, pinning her to the bench. She squealed like a kitten against me as the constraint drove her insane. I didn't stop until she was finished, squeezing my fingers back with a satisfying squelch. She licked them clean after I placed them on her lips.

"Good girl, Dixie."

3rd Person

She was in a state of shock. Gratitude Shock. Nothing made more sense or her me feel better than this. She was extremely exhausted by the end of it, but it was necessary. Noah never let her down, and she applauded him for it

He walked over to the after-care bath and placed her inside. He cleaned her slits, scrubbed her region, and made her the most comfortable girl. They didn't speak as she was out of words. That is what good sex does to a person. Noah finished his work with her and went to his bed. They cuddled when he came in. But it wouldn't have been a doah moment if Dixie hadn't broken the hush.

"What does the future hold for us?" She raised her head to face him.

"It can be anything you want it to be. You said you were going to apply for a job at the Museum of Natural History, and I'm sure you'll get it because you're overqualified and Bryce owns it. After that, we'll get started."

"Mhm, let's move and get a big house and a dog with babies. I want a baby so badly, please," she begged.

"Dixie I feel like we've talked about babies on a daily basis. You have an impenetrable sex drive and are currently unable to handle a baby or a dog. We'll talk to a realtor about the house as soon as possible because you'll be moving in next week."

"My lease expires in two weeks, and I am capable of caring for a child. Just think about it. Like imagine a baby girl running around, please." At this point, she was practically pleading.

"Perhaps, but no guarantees because you're still so young."

"I'll be 23 in a few months, and you're in your early thirties. So I think it's a good time to have a baby, and then we can get married later or sooner, or will you say no to a wedding as well?" This sentence made him laugh.

"No, marriage is in our future, but we have all of eternity to make it happen. Patience," he implored.

"Whatever," she smiled, "I just hope I become pregnant soon."

He mocked, "You're such a brat."

"Fuck it out of me," she said quietly.

He snatched her jaw and pulled her head in his direction "I'll gladly have you again and again while denying you climax. Don't fucking push it Dixie."

"Yes, sir," she said jokingly, "but I still want a baby."

She couldn't seem to shake her baby fever. Halley was the only one to blame. She told Dixie about her pregnancy, and let's just say Dixie was ecstatic. They went to bed and slept the entire night away.