WET DREAMS - FEMDOM EROTICA

*Chapter 17*

Punishment?

What could be his punishment?

A person who has lived a life of submission could easily answer that, but someone who had never discovered the grounds of it. How would he answer that?

He did not have any words or explanation.

Even though he had no answer to this question, the eagerness and excitement to find out had stretched its roots in him.

And to find out the answer, he could only look for one person. Leena.

It was another day in the college, yet again, and everything was the same, from the loud bustling of the students to the tired faces they held.

What was different was him.

In that same bustling crowd, his legs were taking him to the door of her class, from where she was the usual one to step out first.

As predicted, she came out, walking in the middle of the corridor, cutting through the busy students. She had the same cold eyes and the same sedate walk.

She was talking to Vritti, smirking at something she said, which halted his feet at the side, his hands grasping the strings of the bag tighter as the memory from the last day crossed his mind.

It reminded him of the friction of her hand on his crotch and that strong orgasm that left his body strengthless.

He also remembered the struggle he faced, just to stand up on his feet, which turned his cheeks vermilion and his demeanor reticent.

Everything on her face was the same as the last day, yet everything was different. How could she change colors? How could she look so surreal?

"Hi!" Courageously, he boomed, awkward as ever, and halted her walking feet.

Suspended by his tone, she felt her personal space invaded yet again. He was everywhere. But why?

She wanted to shun his urges, but the crimson glow on his cheeks did not allow her.

The look in his eyes caught her breath like a policeman who catches a criminal. She felt her heart sinking into her chest, her ears warming like her skin.

And no matter how roughly she tried to defeat him, her feet took her nowhere, as well as her heart.

"What are you doing here?" Anxiously, she yanked Vritti along with her to the side and quickly plated a question to him in her lowest tone, not realizing that the excitement in his heart had already bloomed the second he saw her coming near him.

"I'm sorry, I disturbed you." He stuttered in the lowest tone, peering through her scanning eyes. She might be really busy, he predicted and decided to waste no second.

"I needed to know something." He rushed, his body fluttering while her sheer attention ended up on him, after hearing his enthusiasm.

"What? You -you could've called me." Vritti was watching every little alteration in his and her expressions, forgetting the urgency to leave the premises.

She saw his eyes fall to the ground, his hands gripping the bag strings tighter that Vritti wondered if he had formed cuts by now.

"What?" Leena questioned, a bit bitter at his sealed lips and apprehensive eyes.

In the end, no matter how strongly he tried to be quick, his warming heart defeated him to do so.

"Umm, I can't ask you here." He answered as his eyes now took their turn on Vritti, splashing Vritti with a prediction of his question.