When I walked into the room, Lydia was completely naked on the bed, sitting on her knees, with her hands on her lap. She looked up at me with those plump lips and enchanting green eyes. I licked my lips. I wanted to devour every inch of her.

I took off my shirt and walked over to her. I pulled the hair tie out of her hair and her curls fell to frame her face perfectly. By the time I was done with her, those curls would be messed up. If her hair was down, it's easier to grab and pull. I moved her hair to the side, brought my lips close to her neck, and gently kissed it.

She leaned her head to the other side, giving me more access. I wanted to see just how wet she was, off of the thought of me removing her ability to walk. I trailed my hand down the front of her body lightly, never letting my lips leave her skin, and she let out a seductive sigh. When my middle finger finally reached her folds, she was soaking. I brought it up to her mouth and she stuck out her tongue already knowing what to do. She wrapped her lips around my finger and sucked it dry. I wanted to get inside of her so badly. But where was the fun in that? That was the last time I was going to be gentle with her, I hope she didn't take it for granted.

"Stay," I said.

I walked into my closet and got out two of my ties. I debated getting four to tie down her legs as well but decided against it. I walked back out and she looked over at me and bit her lip. I couldn't help but think of how beautiful she is.

"Lay down."

She laid on her back and I climbed on top of her to tie her hands together onto the headboard. I saved the other tie to blindfold her for later. If I tied her hands together, I'd be able to flip her around with ease. I made sure that it wasn't too tight then got off of her.

"Are you nervous?"

"No."

"You should be."

She just smiled up at me. "We'll see."

"Open your legs." She propped her knees in the air and spread her legs.

I shoved one finger inside of her and she immediately tightened around it. She let out heavy moans as I pushed it in and out of her. I smiled at how from just one finger, she was already trying to pull her wrists out of the tie. I decided to dive in as I added another finger and put my head in between her legs. She squealed as I flicked my tongue along her clit. Her moans alone could get me off. I started moving my fingers faster and I could feel her tighten around them even more indicating that she was coming soon.

"Fuck," she groaned.

She arched her back and tugged on the tie as she met her shaking release. She tried to escape my mouth but I wrapped an arm around her leg, holding her in place. She had nowhere to go and she was getting frustrated. She only got louder as I went on.

"No more," she said breathlessly, but I didn't even pause. I wanted her to use a safe word. She tried to back away from me again, but I just pulled her towards me again.

I continued pulsing my fingers in and out of her and lapping up her pool of moisture. The more she tried to run away, the faster my fingers moved.

"F-fuck," she moaned shakily. "Okay. Okay. Okay. Yellow! Yellow!"

I pulled my mouth away from her but kept my fingers moving. "You said you permitted me to do whatever I wanted after you came. Be more careful with your words next time."

I reconnected my mouth with her sex and didn't hold back. It wasn't until she was actually screaming that I stopped. As she was trying to catch her breath, I left trails of kisses up her body until I got to her lips. I trapped her with my hands on either side of her head.

"What was 'yellow' again?" I asked sarcastically.

"It was, 'I'll knee you in your ball sack next time you don't listen to the safe words'," she said, panting.

"I don't think you're in any position to threaten me."

"My knee is close enough to you that I am," she spat back at me.

I got off of her just in case. I wouldn't put it past her. "We've barely even started and you're already mad. That's unfortunate," I smiled.

I grabbed the unused tie and wrapped it around her eyes. I waved my hand in front of her face to make sure she couldn't see. I stood at the foot of the bed, grabbed both of her legs, and flipped her over. She squealed and let out a giggle.

"Ass up."

She put her ass in the air and I once again admired her perfect arch. I missed it. I slapped her ass and she winced, but let out a moan.

"Again," she said and I smiled.

"I'm gonna do it ten times. Count out loud."

I spanked her again. "One," she breathed. I continued getting harder with each one. By the time we got to eight, she gave up. "Yellow."

Victoria would've given up at two. But Lydia isn't Victoria.

I brought my lips to her ass to kiss it and soothe it. I ran my lips up her back to her neck and she shuddered at the feeling.

I gently kissed her lips. "Beautiful," I whispered. I could see a hint of a smile before she turned her head.

I teased her slit before slipping myself inside of her. I grabbed her ass and decided to give her slow, long strokes to start. I started to speed up and she tripped the pillow nearest to her. I pulled her up to me by her hair and she breathed out a gasp.

I wrapped an arm around her and grabbed one of her breasts, never letting go of her hair. I started thrusting into her even faster.

"Oh my gosh," she whimpered. I wrapped my hand around her lower waist and my fingers dug into her pelvis. "Harder."

I was genuinely shocked at how much she could take. No one I had ever hooked up with would've been able to get this far, let alone go further. But I fulfilled her request. I thrust into her at a speed I had never even gone before and wrapped a hand around her throat. She released multiple moans and grabbed onto the headboard. I groaned as I felt her tighten around me.

"You like it when your teacher fucks the shit out of you?"

"Yes," she cried.

"Can high school boys fuck you as well as I can?"

"No! Shit, no!"

"No, what?"

"No, Mr. Hudson."

I spanked her again and pulled out of her. I untied her hands and eyes and pulled her by her legs to the end of the bed. I put one of her legs over my shoulder and plunged myself back inside of her.

I laid a hand on her waist and dug my fingers into her pelvis as I pounded into her. She closed her eyes as she arched her back and she released a sweet, satisfied cry. She eventually propped herself up on her elbow. I wanted to test her flexibility since she was a dancer.

I bent forward with her leg still on my shoulder and met her lips. She grabbed onto my shoulder and dug her nails into it. She bit my lip gently and I smirked against hers. I sucked her neck, knowing it would leave a hickey, but at this moment, I didn't care. She just dug her nails into me even harder. I knew I was getting close but tried to hold it in.

"I'm gonna come," she threw her head back. I looked her in the eyes as they began to roll to the back of her head, but I wasn't ready to get out of her yet.

She slid her leg off of my shoulder and placed her foot on my chest to try and push me away with it. I grabbed her ankle and moved it. She just used the other foot to try and do the same thing, but I moved that leg too. I pushed both of her legs down to one side. A couple of seconds later she pushed herself away from me with her hands and closed her legs still shaking.

"F-fuck," she said.

I placed my hand on the back of her neck and gave her a passionate kiss which she reciprocated.

"Get on your knees," I smiled.

She climbed off of the bed and dropped down to her knees looking up at me with those damn hypnotic eyes. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and placed my cock in her mouth. I made her head bob up and down. Just the sound of her sucking me dry could make me come.

"Fuck, baby," I growled.

I shoved my cock down her throat and held it there until she gagged. When I moved her head off of me she coughed and I gave her a second to catch her breath before she opened her mouth back up. Soon enough I shot my load down her throat and she swallowed it all.

When we were done she stood back up but looked at the floor. I lifted her chin and met her lips with mine gently. I wrapped my hands around her waist and she wrapped hers around my neck. I lifted her before sitting down on the bed with her in my lap, our lips never parting.

When they finally did part, she asked, "How'd I do?"

"Great. I'm impressed."

"I told you I had a high pain tolerance."

"Yeah but you still had to use a safe word. Twice."

She shrugged. "It is what it is. I guess you should've bet on it."

"How do you feel?"

"Sort of embarrassed, but fine. And sore."

"I told you."

"I never said I doubted you."

I debated asking her my next question. "Do you want me to run you a bath? It might make you feel better." She nodded. "You gotta get off of me so I can do that."

"Right," she grinned and climbed off of me. I went into the bathroom and waited for the water to turn warm before filling the tub.

Should I light candles and put some rose petals in the bath? It is dark outside now. No, that would seem too romantic, she's not my wife. I mean, maybe she would like it after everything tonight. It could be an apology for making her sore. But she would think it was weird. I'm thinking too much into this. I'll just use candles. It'll make the bathroom smell nice. And what girl doesn't like candles?

When I came back out to get her, she was looking at a picture on my dresser. "Hey," I said, pulling her out of her daze.

"Is this your brother?"

"My dad. He passed away a couple of years back."

"Oh," she said. "I'm sorry."

"Stop saying sorry for everything."

"Sorry. I mean... sorry. Shoot," she said, stomping her foot.

I laughed at how cute she was. "The bath is done."

She walked into the bathroom. "Candles. Nice touch," she looked back at me with a bright smile. I mentally patted myself on the back. She probably would've liked the rose petals too, dammit. Sometimes I wondered what was going on in that pretty little head of hers. "Stop staring at me."

"What? Oh sorry."

"Stop saying sorry," she mocked me.

"Haha. Very funny"

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"That tickles," Lydia said. I continued tracing circles on her back with my finger and she contorted her back inward. I laughed as she swatted my hand away.

"Stop it."

She turned around to face me and sat on my lap causing water in the tub to splash a bit. "You are annoying me." She scrunched up her face and I couldn't help but smile.

I brushed a piece of her hair out of her face. "Sorry. I just wanted to touch you."

She held my hand. "Happy now? We're touching. I've been laying on you this whole time. Plus, you've been touching me since I walked in the door. I had to call a yellow because of it. Ring a bell?"

"Not like that."

"Like what," she questioned looking up at me with those big, green, charming eyes.

I want to touch you in a non-sexual way. I want to touch every inch of your skin, just because it was soft and it made you squirm. I wanted to see your reaction when I felt different areas of your body. I wanted to tell you this because I knew you'd appreciate it, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

I placed my hand on her cheek and kissed her, to distract her from the answer I didn't want to give. When our lips parted, she bit hers.

Is it bad that I don't want this moment to end? Lydia looked into my eyes like she was searching for something. Could she read my mind? Does she have powers? Is that why her eyes do that thing?

She took a finger and wiped something off of my face. "Eyelash," she whispered looking down at it.

I let out a breath of relief. "We should probably get out of the tub, the water's cold now."

"Sure." She got off my lap and stood up. When she stood up, the water falling down her body was glistening and her skin looked like it was glowing. She rang out her hair before looking back down at me. "Stop staring at me. Just take a picture. It'll last longer," she said before stepping out of the bathtub.

I just smiled and got up. I handed her a towel and she wrapped it around her body. I just realized that she wouldn't have anything to wear since she only brought the outfit she came in.

"Give me one second." I went into my closet and pulled out a hoodie that I knew would be too big on her.

She grabbed it. "Thanks," she smiled shyly.

I walked into my closet, dried off, and put on a pair of sweatpants.

When I walked out she had her legs crossed, sitting in the middle of my bed. "Can we watch a movie," she asked.

"Sure. What movie?" She shrugged. I sat down and rested my back on the headboard. "What genre?"

"I don't know." She crawled next to me.

I started listing off options as I scrolled through Netflix and she finally decided on "A Quiet Place."

"Have you watched this before?" I asked.

"No. Have you?"

"No."

"Great," she smiled.

"If you get scared, just remember I'm here," I joked.

"Whatever."

We were thirty minutes into the movie and Lydia barely flinched. In fact, she laughed anytime someone got killed or scared.

"If I had a child that dumb, I would've left him behind to get killed. His death was inevitable," she smiled.

I on the other hand was not laughing at the movie, but at Lydia. Her reactions were hilarious. Creepy, but hilarious nonetheless.

After a couple of scary parts where I didn't hear any laughing, I felt her head lying on my shoulder. She'd fallen asleep. I pulled the blanket on her and she nestled into me. I laid down and pulled her closer. She was warm and soon I found myself drifting to sleep as well.