In Heat - Jenlisa

Chapter 56 - Peripeteia

Lisa was never what anyone would consider a talented student.

She can study well enough with the proper incentives, but her parents never cared much for how she performed in school. To them, YG was just a reasonably safe place to put Lisa until they secured the right mate and decided it was time to drag her back to San Francisco. She's never had the perfect grade point average that Jennie judiciously maintains or the impressive research projects Jisoo and her ilk spend years dissecting. Lisa is an average student with average grades.

It occurs to Lisa that if she'd had the incentive of Jennie standing over her bed with a pointed expression to motivate her, she might have done a lot better in her classes.

Words tumbling over themselves, Lisa quickly says,

"I read Impact Play, Edging, Sensory Deprivation, Food Play, and, um—"

"Gagging," Jennie answers for her.

Lisa nods, ducking her head.

"Hm. Well, I suppose you're about a third of the way through," Jennie muses. "But seeing as you're incapable of reading the full text without becoming," her eyes flick down to Lisa's lap, "distracted, I'll have to reassess the curriculum. We can resume your study tomorrow," she decides.

Jennie turns as if to make for her side of the room, ignoring how Lisa's mouth drops open in outrage.

"That's it?" Lisa blurts, voicing raising with indignation.

Her ass is stuck to the bedspread and Jennie's just going to leave her in this state? Untouched and unsatisfied? It's practically inhumane. Even a dog would be treated with more compassion than this.

Jennie halts. "Do you need something, Puppy?"

Her voice says she knows exactly what Lisa needs, but that she will insist upon verbal confirmation before offering it. Sadism, indeed.

"I thought you'd make me come," Lisa mumbles, cheeks burning.

Jennie pivots to face her. "If you want to come, you may," she replies, taking a seat on the edge of Lisa's bed and laying the tablet to the side.

"Go on. Show me."

Lisa wonders if she heard incorrectly.

"Excuse me?"

Jennie clasps her hands neatly in her lap. She looks as though she could be attending a mildly interesting academic lecture.

"I said, if you want to come, you have my permission. Feel free to begin at any time."

Lisa's face might as well be on fire.

"You want to watch me come?" she asks, and instead of outraged, she sounds breathless. "I can come?"

Jennie tilts her head, eyes sliding down to where Lisa's squeezing her thighs together.

"I suspect you would do so with or without my permission, and wouldn't you prefer to be my good girl?" she replies.

Lisa dazedly nods. "Yes," she whispers.

The corner of Jennie's mouth curls up.

"Yes, you are, aren't you? Such a good girl for me, Lisa."

They might as well be inhaling her slick, so saturated is the air with the smell of sugary vanilla.

"To answer your first question," Jennie continues, unruffled as ever, even as she shifts onto her knees in order to face Lisa fully. "I do want to watch you come. I've been robbed of the opportunity to see your face too many times for my comfort."