Red Room Hours with John Tan

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You leaned forward over the steering wheel trying to make out the numbers on the dorm buildings to match with the address John had text you after leaving. All the buildings looked the same and you were beginning to be frustrated. Were you actually irritated with finding his dorm or were you struggling because once he'd left you'd been able to think more clearly? John Tan wanted you, that was apparent, and you could tell he liked you, but how much? Enough to not lead you on and hurt you? He had apologized for hurting your feelings and you believed him, but you didn't really believe he'd changed his mind about wanting to be with someone so quickly. It was likely he hadn't changed his mind at all, but you liked him too much and you weren't sure you could play it cool. You finally noticed him standing in front of one of the buildings ahead and you swung your car toward the curb so he could get in more easily.

"Hey Y/N." He slid into the seat pulling the door closed behind him and leaned into your seat to kiss your lips gently. He smiled and looked down at your outfit. "I see you changed your mind about those jean shorts," he let his hand creep up your leg slipping under the edge of the thigh length black skirt you'd chosen instead. You felt your skin tingle as his fingertips pressed into the softness of your skin, creeping higher to smooth down the front of your panties. You breathed out slowly feeling the wetness begin to gather there, and he smiled pleased with your reaction. He slid his hand back toward your knee and took in the loose fitting cream colored blouse that tied up the front and he nodded his approval. "It will be much easier to play with you wearing that, good girl." He kissed you again, wrapping his hand around the side of your neck to pull you into the kiss tightly and you moaned against his lips.

When he released you and leaned back you glanced at what he'd chosen to wear and were impressed to see him in black dress pants and an attractive red and black striped button down shirt. His hair was neat and fell around his face smoothly and he smelled good like body wash and something spicy, you leaned toward him wanting to taste his lips again but he stopped you with a hand to your shoulder softly.

"I think we should get going, we don't want to be late, or show up looking like we just rolled around in the car." He chuckled softly and you frowned, John making the decisions suddenly meant a lot of self-control and you weren't looking forward to it, or were you?

Twenty-five minutes later you pulled into the driveway of your parent's home and turned to John. The ride had been surprisingly easy, both of you talking about your families, and wrapping up some of the questions you'd needed for your papers. You'd both outlined what you were going to turn in and it seemed like you'd been completely in tune with each other this time, no awkward misunderstandings. Neither of you had closed the distance between your bodies again, but at least you could feel the desire and heat still there, tempting you if you'd only break the barrier. You'd noticed sometimes the way he'd look at you, just like in class, too attentively, like he was undressing you and imagining your body.

"Before we go in, I just want to apologize in advance for anything my parents or brother might do or say that makes you uncomfortable. My brother can't help it, he's not very high functioning as I mentioned, but my parents can help themselves, they just don't." You wanted to reach out and take his hand but you didn't want that to escalate to anything more, you knew your parents were probably already looking out the window.

"Don't worry about me Y/N, you're going to need to worry about yourself, and you better follow all my instructions." He said it so sweetly, but beneath the sentence was a powerful command. You sat up straighter, eyes dilating with need as you looked at him. "Do you want to do this with me? Do you give me consent to control you tonight, babygirl?"

"Yes." The way he said that name made the air leave your lungs. You wanted him to do anything he wanted to your body, you were eager and willing to allow him this control. You didn't care anymore who might be watching from the window of your house, everything in you wanted to lean forward but John was still talking, giving more instructions for you to follow.

"Good, if you change your mind, ask me about playing soccer or pinch my hand. I'll stop right away. I'll do the same. As soon as you get the chance, find an excuse to show me to the bathroom." He patted his pocked and you smiled at him feeling grateful that even though this game was seductive and you could feel the need raising in your chest, he was also aware that either of you could want to end it at any time. You wondered what was in his pocket and why he wanted to get you alone in the bathroom so quickly and felt pricks of excitement exploding in your stomach. With a pat of your knee you were both exiting your car and you waited for him to come around to your side before walking up the short path to the door.

Just like you'd suspected your mom opened the door immediately and smiled pulling you into a quick hug before passing you to your dad who did the same. She was still smiling broadly motioning John into the entrance while you were pulled farther down the hall with your dad. You looked back at him with a smirk, he seemed to be handling your mom's enthusiastic greeting well, and then he was being ushered along with you into the kitchen.

"This is John, we've been working on a project together in English." You introduced him to your parents when everyone reached the kitchen together and they asked a few friendly questions about the project which John and yourself took turns answering carefully. "Where's Robbie, mom?" You glanced around the room realizing that he hadn't come to pick you up and swing you around like normal and it had been several minutes since you arrived, he was always the first person to greet you after being gone for so long.

"He's outside with the neighbor's playing basketball, you know how much he loves that game." She smiled looking toward the window. You knew better than to interrupt when he was so focused on taking his shots. You could see him out there bouncing the ball with some real skill and weaving between neighbor kids to toss the ball toward the net.

"I'm going to show John to the bathroom we'll be right back, then maybe we can convince Robbie to let us cut in," you grinned at John and started walking back down the hallway and he followed behind. Around the corner you lead him past the guest bathroom and into the one next to your bedroom. When you were both inside he pressed you against the door, one hand holding you in place against your stomach. Without a word he began unbuttoning your blouse while looking into your eyes, finishing the tasks completely, then pulling something from his pocket. He dangled nipple clamps in front of your eyes, held together by a very fine chain of silver links.

"Don't make a single sound, Y/N." He said roughly before looping his fingers against the straps of your bra and letting them slide down your arms. This loosened the cups and he stretched the right one forward revealing the smooth skin of your breast. He licked his bottom lip admiring your body then lifted the clamp and secured it in place, you bit into your own bottom lip to keep from crying out at the sharp pleasure it sent through your body. He repeated the process with your left and stepped back to admire his work. "You look amazing." He dipped his head down suddenly and let his soft lips brush across each tightly pinched nipple and you wanted to moan and grab his head against you but you didn't dare. He stood and quickly tugged your straps up your shoulders, and buttoned your blouse. You adjusted yourself in the cups and winced feeling the tug of the clamps.

"I'm going to exit through my bedroom, count to about 20 and then come out into the hall okay?" You motioned toward the second door across from you. You hurried through the door pulling it closed quietly behind you and found yourself in your childhood bedroom. You ignored everything and let yourself back out into the hall. You waited patiently the last few seconds, surprised when you saw your mom come around the corner just as you heard the toilet flush behind the bathroom door.

"Robbie is in the kitchen, Dad's getting him cleaned up for dinner, and I was just going to grab him a clean shirt." She smiled brushing her hand across your cheek, passing you to go further down the hall to Robbie's room. You were grateful you'd thought to leave through your room or she'd have seen the hall empty or you leaving the bathroom together. She disappeared into his room as John opened the bathroom.

"That was close," he said softly with a chuckle then ran his hand down the front of your blouse catching the chain and dragging it downward several inches making you gasp. He caught the sound with his lips kissing you then pulled back and released the chain. "You should probably work on being less obvious." He patted your ass and you walked back down the hall toward the kitchen together. Before you rounded the corner he pressed against the back of you tightly and leaned into your shoulder to whisper into your ear, "when you feel that tug, just remember there's so many more places I could put a pair of those Y/N, behave or I can get very creative." With that final warning he took the lead and you turned down the last of the hallway that lead into the brightly lit kitchen, you braced yourself for impact when you saw Robbie turn toward you.