“My cock says hello.”
He pulled back and was satisfied to see that she now looked more like a proper pet rather than a bluestocking, with her wide-eyed expression and sweetly blushing cheeks. He was about to turn back to the class when he heard her voice.
“Milord?”
He glanced at her over his shoulder.
“Would you pass the message,” his pet asked seriously, “and let it know I am saying hello back?”
And so it was for this reason that the marquis’ broad shoulders appeared to be shaking when he finally returned his attention to the other students.
“I’d like to begin our demonstration with a question,” Rhapsody heard the marquis address the other girls. “I want to know in particular what you believe is a pet’s most important quality.”
“Submission,” answered one.
“Sex,” giggled out another.
Mihail turned to his pet. “And you, milady?”
“Devotion.”
The marquis ran his knuckles down her cheek. “That is indeed correct, my smart girl.”
A rakehell of the first order, she thought decidedly. Most times, her Master was the model of chivalry and the personification of authority and gravitas, but now he was simply roguish, and truth be told, she found this side of his rather fascinating. She would love to see more of it, never mind if this meant having the other girls constantly throwing dirty looks at her direction. They always did anyway.
The marquis stepped back from Rhapsody and leaned against the edge of the desk, unaware that his pose at that moment had turned him into a dreamy portrait of whimsical infatuation and forbidden desires.
“Devotion is what every Master seeks the most from his pet, but this isn’t to say that the previous answers were not correct. They were desirable traits, but neither trait was sufficient in painting the larger picture. Devotion, on the other hand…everything else falls under it. A pet would wish to be submissive because of devotion. She would wish to improve her skills in the bedroom because of devotion. And so if I ask you, ladies, who then defines what constitues devotion…”
This time, the whole class was able to answer correctly as they answered in chorus. The Master, milord.
“Exactly.” The marquis turned to his pet. “And so to illustrate…” He crooked a finger, and Rhapsody came to him gracefully and willingly. “I need you to think of me as your Master, milady. Are you willing to play along?”
“Yes, Master.”
His cock swelled. It was the perfect answer right away, and if the other girls’ grudging expressions were anything to go by, they, too, were aware of this.
“Good girl.” The sexual purr in the marquis’ voice was impossible to ignore, and it had everyone squirming in their seats.
“If I were to press a finger against your mouth…”
The marquis’ index finger traced the shapely lines of his pet’s lips.
“And make you suck on it…”
Glittering green eyes met Rhapsody’s in seductive challenge.
“Would you do it?”
She didn’t even think twice and simply opened her mouth to let his finger in.
Their eyes locked.
And then she slowly began to suck on his long, brown finger like it was his cock.
“Very good…”
The marquis’ voice was now noticeably thick with arousal, and it had all the girls catching their breaths.
Rhapsody was far from unaffected either, with all her womanly parts aching as she worked her mouth around her Master’s finger. Another finger slipped in and then a third one, and feminine witness rushed out of her. With three fingers inside her mouth, it almost did feel like she had his oversized manhood between her lips.
“How does it feel, milady? Do you like sucking on my finger?”
She nodded without taking his fingers out of her mouth, and teeth-grinding jealousy consumed the other girls at the tenderness underscoring the marquis’ voice.
“Is it making you wet?”
She almost cried out and could barely nod in response. Wet was a gross understatement now, with her drawers already soaking heavily between her legs.
“And now, it’s my turn.”
The marquis moved forward, which then caused her to retreat until she was pressed against the chalkboard while her Master, with his fingers still in her mouth, had his back to the class. With his powerful outline completely hiding Rhapsody from everyone’s views, the rest of the girls could only listen and imagine…
The marquis’ hand suddenly delved deep between her legs, his fingers grasping her mound, and the heat of his touch burning past layers of muslin and cotton. Her Master started grinding the heel of his palm against her crotch while his thumb furiously rubbed against her clit. Bolts of pleasure electrified her body, and Rhapsody found herself sucking harder on his fingers in an effort to control her cries.
She knew no one could see her, but she also knew that everyone would be able to see the movements of his arms, knew that they would understand what it meant, maybe even recognize the scent that was permeating the air around them…