Chapter 3: the beginning 

Elara

The classroom is bathed in thick darkness, disturbed only by the flickering light of the candles placed on the dusty shelves. Their flames dance, casting distorted shadows on the walls, as if the ghosts of lessons past are watching us, eager for a spectacle. My breath is short, almost suffocated by the heavy air, charged with an intoxicating scent of leather, musky perfume and this acrid, almost metallic smell of desire that rises between us. I'm standing in the center of the room, my legs trembling slightly under my tight black dress, the fabric clinging to my sweaty skin. Each movement makes the deep notch of the neckline quiver, like a silent invitation.

Isadora stands before me, her body draped in this latex dress that hugs every curve like a second skin. Her blond hair, almost white in the flickering light, cascades over her shoulders in perfect waves, contrasting with the blood red of her lips. She stares at me, her green eyes cold as ice on a black lake, and I feel her gaze piercing me, dissecting me, as if she could read every shameful thought that crosses my mind.

“Choose, Elara,” she whispers, her voice smooth and drawling, like poisoned honey. Do you want to dominate… or be dominated?

The words resonate within me, heavy with promises and threats. My heart is beating so hard I'm sure she can hear it, this dull, desperate rhythm that betrays my excitement more than my fear.

Behind me, Kael moves. I hear it before I even feel it, the friction of the leather of his belt which he undoes slowly, methodically, as if he has plenty of time. As if I'm already his. The sound of metal sliding through people makes me shiver, and I clench my fists to keep myself from turning around, begging him, for what? I don't know anything about it. To touch me? To spare me?

The first touch of his fingers on my bare waist makes me jump. He slides his hand under the hem of my dress, his skin hot against mine, and I feel my knees wobble.

— You are trembling, Isadora notes, a cruel smile stretching her lips. That's a good sign.

His fingers brush my neck, moving up to my jaw, forcing me to tilt my head back, exposing my throat.

— Your limits are only illusions, she whispers, so close that her warm breath caresses my ear. And we're going to break them down, one by one.

Then she shoots.

A flash of pain shoots through my scalp as his fingers curl into my hair, squeezing hard enough to make me wince.

“On your knees,” she orders.

I have no choice. She pushes me forward, forcing me to lean over the antique desk in front of us, the wood cold and hard against my hips. My dress rides up, exposing my thighs, and I feel the cool air on my bare skin, just before Kael's hand comes to rest there, large, possessive.

“Fuck,” I whispered, fingers gripping the edge of the furniture, nails digging into the wood.

He slides his fingers higher, brushing the wet lace of my panties, and I moan, unable to hold back the sound.

“You’re already soaked,” he sneers, his voice hoarse, almost amused. Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind still resists.

Isadora steps in front of me, blocking my view.

— Do you feel your body betraying you, Elara?

The question is a whiplash, and I close my eyes, shame and arousal mixing inside me like a hot cocktail.

“Yes,” I admitted in a whisper.

She laughs, a low, melodious sound, before taking a step back.

—Then look.

I lift my eyelids just in time to see her slowly undoing her dress, nimble fingers sliding the latex over her shoulders, revealing her milky skin, her firm breasts, topped with pink, gem-hard nipples.

“Lick me,” she orders, and it’s not a request.

I stand frozen for a second, my heart pounding. Behind me, Kael presses his pelvis against my buttocks, and I feel the heat of his erection through the fabric of his pants, thick, insistent.

“Obey,” he whispers against my ear.

The command passes through me like a discharge.

I get off the desk, my legs trembling, until I kneel in front of Isadora. She spreads her thighs slightly, exposing her shaved sex, already glistening with desire.

“Come on,” she insists, her fingers digging into my hair to guide me. Show me how much you want this.

I inhale deeply, the musky scent of his arousal enveloping me, before moving my lips forward.

The first contact is electrical. Her skin is soft, warm, and when my tongue brushes against her clit, she emits a little satisfied moan, her hips thrusting slightly towards me.

“Like that,” she whispers, “just like that.”

I obey him, tracing slow circles, savoring the salty taste of his desire, hands gripping his thighs to steady myself.

Behind me, Kael has pulled down his pants, and I feel the tip of his bare cock brush against my entrance, wet and ready.

“You're so sweet when you suck,” Isadora said, her voice trembling slightly. But I want to see you take what you deserve.