F*ta Mentor of the Free Use Adventuring Squad – My D Stands for Discipline Chapter 14 – A* Training❤❤

Reilin lay on my desk and shivers rolled across her form. Her splayed chest and legs bristled with goose-bumps, "I'm ready," she said.

Her legs were set wide, revealing the splayed mouth of her sex and the object of the night's lesson.

I pulled out my desk drawer and withdrew a pewter flask that held lavender scented oil. With a spin of its cap, I opened it and pooled a small amount in her navel. Her stomach trembled. As the oil ward I approached her head and ran my fingers through her curls.

"I need you to be brutally honest," I cushioned the back of her head, "Every sensation, good or bad. Tell ."

She gave a slow nod, "Okay."

My fingertips crested down her center and dipped into the lukewarm lubricant. Now positioned between her feet, I set my other palm to her ass. She startled, breath coming in quick punches.

"Tell ," I reminder her.

"It's just..." she said, I held my palm firm, remained still.

"We can stop at any point." She shook her head, "I'm okay, this just feels so real."

I knew what she ant, she was being taken sowhere else, "You're here, with ."

Reilin's hand went to her eye, "What if I lose that?"

"I won't get lost. This is for you," I tightened my grip just enough to get her attention, "I'll bring you back."

Oil dripped down the length of my upturned fingers. She wrangled her breath as I waited for my next cue.

"Alright, sorry..."

Don't apologize.

She'd be lucky to take my first digit as tight as she was wound.

"You want to play with your pussy first?" I asked deadpan, and she choked out a laugh.

"No, I ordered butt-stuff," she giggled and her ass-at quaked in my palm like bread-pudding.

I gave her a squeeze, "Alright then Princess, try to enjoy it, and don't forget the tip jar on your way out."

Her foot found my chest and gave it a light push, "Aren't you supposed to give your tip?"

At this point I was well past hard, I jabbed it into the outer edge of her ass-cheek, "You sure about that?"

"Oof. Not yet- please..." I thought I'd pushed it too far, but then she ground herself against .

"Alright, you're ready." My gaze pulled to her slit, it was set wide, clenching at air and pooling.

I pressed a palm to it, felt her gnaw at the butt of my hand, and traced an oil-wet finger across her inner-cheek.

"I am." She said, and pressed her hips forward, grinding her mound into . I set a fingertip at her southern entrance and her body contracted.

Through muscle mory, I traced a repeated circle into her, small enough to read as the dot on an i. She felt and responded to every micro-movent, arms gripping the side of my desk.

"You need to relax," I said, and she winced, pulled her head to face the wall, "Please... please stop..."

Shit.

I released her entirely, took a step back. I knew I'd repeated a line she never wanted to hear again.

Her legs closed and she curled onto her side, "I'm sorry."

I'd ridden this girl into a soaked ss on this sa desk, watched her take a sli-queen's proboscis deep and thrive.

Where was this girl then?

"Reilin," I settled down beside her, nearly touching noses, she was hyperventilating, clutching herself. "That was on ," I said.

"I ruined it. I don't-. I can do it when-.

"Stop." I grabbed her by the side of her head, "We're not doing that. This is for you."

"I haven't earned this." Her mouth clutched at sothing that wasn't there.

"This isn't a reward for good behavior," I turned, facing my own teaching style weaponized against soone, "This is you, healing, taking back your body. If you're not ready for that, it can wait."

We sat like that for a long while, as I walked her through every wave of sha and misunderstanding.

She refused to quit, and I soon found myself back at her feet with my a finger positioned at her wound.

"Now," she said, as I'd instructed, and I provided the smallest amount of pressure. Nothing more than a twitch. Reilin clenched, the ring beneath her skin was cinched tight.

"Now," she repeated, and I pushed further, there was no open, her skin just compressed further.

"Now," her natural restraint warred against the oily coating of my finger. I wasn't going to push any further, not until she let go, "This part is you Rei..."

My heart ached. No one had ever led like this.

Does it have to hurt to learn this skill?

Reilin endured that pain, clasping against like I ant her harm. It was just a fingertip, but the body's instinct was to deny any intrusion to that vulnerable place. I rubbed her knee with my other hand, and a hum rose in my throat, "mmm...mm-m-mmm...mm..."

Her eyes closed. I was exhausted in every way. In a gradual pulse, she parted, and I sank into her. Her lower lip felt at the air, and she sighed.

It was a familiar sensation, a softness that couldn't be explained. It was more than physical, its pattern was sacrifice.

"Thank you," I said, as she wrapped and unwrapped my knuckle.

"I don't know," she whimpered, "how to like it..."

"You don't need to. Not tonight."

It was too late to return to my apartnt and get any real form of sleep. Instead I bundled my clothes into a pillow and the two of us curled together on the ground for warmth, assisted by a fla I'd commanded to dry her leathers. My arms wrapped her neck, and a trickle of drool rolled from her deflated cheek onto my bicep as I drifted off.