WET DREAMS - FEMDOM EROTICA

*Chapter 8*

From the early hours of the morning, his eyes had been on a relentless quest for Leena, driven by the urgency to accept her offer and not let this crucial opportunity slip through his fingers.

Leena wasn't the type to backtrack on her words, and the thought of her swiftly ending the relationship if he didn't give the green light fueled his determination to find her.

Two periods had elapsed, marked by his anxious search for her, and yet, she remained elusive until she suddenly materialized in the hallway after class, engrossed in conversation with Vritti.

Spotting her weaving through the crowd towards him, oblivious to his presence, sent a jolt through his entire being. Without a word to the bewildered Ridhan and Saanvi, he hastened towards her.

"I've made up my mind," he blurted out, his words rushing out as if in a race, his face flushed, and his body panting. He intercepted her in the middle of the corridor, catching both her and Vritti off guard.

"What?" Leena asked, trying to make sense of his sudden declaration and actions, mindful of the onlookers in the bustling hallway. "You told me to figure out what I like or not. I've figured it out," he declared, his loud tone and impassioned explanation, prompting her to recognize the curtained meaning of his words.

"I'll catch up with you in class," she said to Vritti, who smirked with a hint of understanding. "I know what I want," he proclaimed, expecting her to listen but she softly grasped his wrist and steered him in the opposite direction.

"Where are you taking me? Listen to me!" he protested, eager to convey his thoughts before more time slipped away.

"Shut up," she commanded, turning around and pausing before a classroom. She scanned the surroundings, ensuring no one was nearby, and ushered him inside.

The room was shrouded in darkness, cluttered with broken chairs, tables, blackboards, and miscellaneous discarded items—an abandoned space reserved for discarding more broken things.

"What were you talking about?" In the quietness of the room, she inquired, calmly locking the door behind her, while he remained stunned by the eerie atmosphere of the room.

"Umm," he stammered, shaking off the ghostly ambiance of the room. "About yesterday. You told me to figure out what I like." His gaze fixed on her steady eyes.

"And?" she prompted, watching him tightly clutch the straps of his bag against his chest and gulp down. "I've figured out a few things I like," he confessed, the words tumbling out as her steps drew nearer.

"Have you really figured it out, or do you just think you have?" she slyly questioned, closing the distance and standing directly before his bashful eyes. "I have. I know what I like," he insisted, determined not to be swayed by her probing words.

"Alright, then tell me what you like." She inclined and placed her bag on the table behind him, giving him eyes of full attention. "I—I like being called a good boy," he admitted, unable to meet her intense gaze, too embarrassed by his own words.

"And?" she coaxed, her warm breath sending shivers down his spine, her own body warming up. "I think I'd like to be tied," he stuttered, his breaths quickening.

"So, you're not sure?" She leaned in, whispering into his ear, creating goosebumps on his skin with the warmth of her breath.

"No," he repeated, only to see her stand back, her expression now one of contemplation. "Let's make it easy for you. Shall we?" A warm yet enigmatic smile played on her lips, leaving him intrigued about what she had in mind while she relished the alluring scene before her eyes.

Her hands moved to his pants, after getting rid of his bag-pack, her gaze never leaving his face as she observed the subtle shifts in his expression.

With a swift, practiced motion, she hiked up his pants, her action sending a jolt through his body.