I still fought to catch my breath, cock going flaccid, as Cora licked the remnants of my release from her lips,
I addressed her, "Your technique left a lot to be desired, we'll have to work on that."
"Yes, Mentor," she said, and began to work her skirt back up her legs. Those thighs were plumb and pinchable, begging for the attention of a riding crop I'd inevitably have to purchase.
I was lost in thought, assembling a training regimen for this girl, when my office door slammed open.
"Privacy!" I shouted, as a young woman, who I recognized instantly, came tripping into the room, "Mentor Ilia!", she said, before going white in the face. I rushed to cover myself, "Wrong office, she's in 236!"
It was Reilin Durough, oldest daughter of Lord Regis Durough, the biggest swinging dick in Crimson Cleft. Her hair was curled crimson, the same shade as our banners. She wore a knee-length burgundy lace dress. Recently, the girl had classed into Rogue without consulting anyone, much to her father's chagrin, and was now under the tutelage of Mentor Ilia.
Illia was the first choice, tenured in our program, and basically her pick of mentees. She was also a student-stealing bitch that had sniped six of my best recruiting prospects.
I caught the girl's slate-gray eyes, "This isn't what it looks like. Now please be on your way and shut the-"
"I'd like to request a transfer in mentorship..." Reilin said. Her cheeks rose, and darkened to a red near that of her hair.
What- Really?
She's a terribly impudent runt who's caused more than enough trouble for her mentor already.
Illia complains in the break-room, but I know she gets off on the prestige.
I ran my gaze over her.
Will it hurt Ilia?
That dress, well outside of my price-range.
In her coffers, sure. In face, absolutely. A few well placed comments could destabilize the witch, get her sweating and primed him for self-sabotage. Then I'll strike, starting with Prinnie. That girl was the closest to signing up.
Reilin patiently awaited my response.
Is it worth it though? This runt is going to test you at every opportunity. Could easily pull the ire of Lord Regis...
Then I settled on her hips, plump, wide, and grinding side to side.
Yes, she's got a devastating ass and clearly wants it. If things go south I'll just skip town.
"My rates went up just recently," I said, and stepped to the door. As it closed behind her, I caught sight of Cora, her eyes had shot wide.
"You can't be charging more than Ilia," Reilin leveled at me and flicked her neck to sweep those shimmering rolled locks over her small shoulders.
Smart of her not to name an amount. I have no access to Ilia's pricing structure.
There were months' of rent riding on my next word.
The bitch has fifteen students. Ten come from well-off families, the other five are charity cases hand-picked for their talents. Given her lifestyle, ostentatious housing, Amber-Lodge membership, and charitable giving, I'd place her monthly income close to 2,500 bells, so 250 bells per student.
"Don't know," I said, "My rate is 300 bells monthly." A small shiver ran down her exposed neck.
Good.
My goal was to high-ball without naming a ridiculous sum. I'd succeeded. Cora's mouth was agape, I was only charging her forty-five.
"That's outrageous," Reilin scoffed. Her fingertip traced a spiral in the lace at her side, "Ilia's value is renowned, and you're charging more?" There was a hesitance in her voice. I knew she wasn't about to walk out the door.
"It's not a matter of value. It's time, and attention," I let that last word hang, "Ilia has fifteen mentees. At this moment, I have one."
Reilin narrowed her eyes at Cora, who was still frozen, unsure of how to approach the situation, "She can't be paying that much."
"She's not, and neither are a third of Ilia's squad. That's how this works," I pressed, "It's your noble obligation."
Now it was my turn to pause. I straightened, let her stew in it. My cock was on full display. It had gone limp and trailed a thin glimmering line up my freshly shaved thigh. My balls nestled in the gap between my legs.
Marks for poise, her shoulders didn't drop, "...You'll provide a ten percent discount for each additional student you take on."
"Five." I countered immediately.
She let out a hasty harrumph, then said "Fine."
Hells! Yes! Shove that shit down your windpipe Ilia!
"Very well." I rounded my desk and grabbled another disciplinary agreement from its' drawer, "First month's is due tomorrow morning, read this over and sign."
She placed herself in the chair and rolled her eyes down the page. A hand went to her neck and her breath caught, "You do... All of this?"
"If I find you in need of it. Yes." I set my pen down beside it, polished mahogany with rose-gold fittings, a parting gift from my own Mentor.
Then Reilin, the little bitch, picked it up and started checking off "No thanks" boxes.
Spanking, gone.
Oral, gone.
Thigh-work, gone.
Anal, gone. She'd taken extra care to underline that check-mark.
When she finished, all that was left was vaginal intercourse.
Ha-!
It was like a frightened nail asking the carpenter to only use their hammer.
You want the hammer? You're going to get it.
Then she signed, Reilin Durough.
"Now that's taken care of, we need to discuss how you barged into my office unannounced,"
A glimmer of hope lit in her eye, "Yeah, what of it?"
"I tend to very sensitive matters behind this door," I stood, my cock had begun to inch itself back to form, "You're in need of instruction, on respecting the privacy of others."
On my way back to her I snatched my wooden pointer from its place at my desk's end.
"You're not going to make me wait?" she asked with an eyebrow cocked.
"For what?" I returned the inquiry and scooped the pointer's end beneath her wrist to guide her palm flat onto my desk.
Its fingers pulled inward, a light tap on the back of her hand corrected her.
"For your..." she paused.
Heh, she couldn't get it out.
Switching my pointer's hand, I positioned her other palm, then gave her butt a small jab with the prod's end. She bolted from her seat.
Cora was practically drooling, her hand had found its way back beneath her skirt.
"Would you like the baker's daughter here for the proceedings?" I lay the decision on Reilin flat.
"N-No!" she turned to the side and refused to look at the pink-haired girl.
"Cora. You're excused, I'll see you here tomorrow at daybreak."
The shy young woman fixed her skirt, then bowed at the door and said "Thank you Mentor Serica," before she slipped through it.
As the door clicked shut I turned back to Reilin, "I hope the irony's not lost on you."
"I don't know what you're talking about," she responded through grinding teeth, her palms still flat.
"Bares further correction," I tapped at her calves to guide them wide and back.
"You know I didn't sign up to be scolded on my social skills. You're an adventuring mentor," she huffed. Her thighs were splayed, knees bent, legs shaking.
"We can terminate the lesson at any point. Your agreement mentioned a safe word, don't you remember it?" I stood and watched her thighs quake. A drop of my pre-cum hit the floor.
"No." Her nose wrinkled.
"Pitiful, it's 'Lingonberry'. Would you like to say it?"
I've got all the time in the world for this.
She couldn't bring herself to respond. Her legs must have been on fire.
Best let her sit in it a little longer.
I rolled the pointer in my fingertips, mahogany, I'd gotten it to match the pen. Her break didn't come. She needed a prod.
"Do I need to repeat myself?"
"No. Okay. No, I don't want to say it."
"Alright then, you may use your left hand to lift your skirt, and reposition your undergarments."
She leaned onto her right arm, her legs twisted and tried to buckle. Then, she tentatively lifted her skirt to reveal an ass built like a shelf, draped in a daring pair of red lace panties.
"You could have just fucked me," she said, and wormed her fingers into her panty's crotch, It pulled to the side, revealing her dew-slick blushing pussy.
"Now, who won't open any more doors without knocking?" I asked and pressed my pointer flat against her ass-cheek. It had give.
Her palm went back to the desk, "I-"
"I what?" I pushed against her harder and her right knee almost gave out.
"I- won't open any more doors... without knocking." A bead of feminine want rolled down her thigh.
"Good." I positioned myself between her legs, set my pointer back on the desk, and grasped her hips, "Say please."
"Please." she spat. Then I rocked my hips back, placed my tip at her clenched entrance, and sunk.
"Aaaahhh!" her hips rolled into my fingers.
There it is.
Her warmth wrapped me tight to mid-shaft, and her clenching hole shook with her legs. She was still wound up inside, in need of prying.
"Who's my little door-knocker?" I asked and traced a finger down the small of her back, to the crest of her thick ass.
"Hah-haah-I-am..." her stomach quaked.
"No. Who's my little door-knocker?" I pressed again and flexed inside of her.
"Me- Unhh- I'm your little-door-knocker..."
My hips rocked back and I gave it to her again.
"Uuuaghhh-huh," she groaned, and her pussy lips marked another inch down my measuring stick.
"Are you going to take the whole thing?" I asked. She dropped her head and gazed at my length upside down. Her chest heaved. "I-I don't-think...huuuh..."
Best not to give this girl the whole show, she still hasn't handed Ilia her resignation.
Though I can have a little fun first.
I took my time and denied her any release as I broke her in. Her vulva had no choice but to grip and slide along my girth as I made sure the lesson stuck.
Then I receded, stole away every devastating inch, and made sure the ink set.
"Pu-Please..." she begged.
"You'll need to prove yourself first." Pop. I yanked my head free, and Reilin collapsed to the floor.
"Tomorrow, daybreak." I looked at her list, all those checked "No thanks" boxes, "I'll have to think of something new if you're tardy."