Everything to please her.

I entered a large, traditional room with other rooms. Only a Western-style bed stood out against the decor. "Come to the foot of my bed," she said. I obeyed, crawling on all fours. I felt her amused gaze on my body as she closed the door.

She stroked my red hair, for a moment as if she were a dog.

• Do you want me to take off your chastity belt and relieve you of your lustful urges?

I nodded.

• Oh yes, please, Sensei, I can't take it anymore, please.
• You'll have to earn it. Lick my feet, and then do to me what you did to Chia in class, and maybe then I'll grant your wish.

I lowered my head, my trembling lips first brushing against Imamura's pale ankle. A scent of aristocratic soap and light perspiration filled my nostrils as my tongue traced a moist path along her Achilles tendon. Each flick of my tongue traveled up to her perfectly manicured toes, the salt of her skin mingling with the metallic taste of my own shame.

Her fingers dug into my hair, guiding my face with cruel pressure. "Slower,"

she murmured, her voice trailing like a blade across my skin. I obeyed, my tongue tracing wet circles around her ankle before sliding, millimeter by millimeter, toward the sensitive arch of her foot. A shiver ran down her leg, and her toes curled slightly beneath my mouth.

Her toes curled further as my tongue slid between them, exploring every crevice with desperate servility. The slightly salty taste of her skin mingled with the bitterness of my submission. A muffled moan escaped me as her fingers dug more cruelly into my hair, holding me against her foot with a humiliating pressure.

"Good," she murmured, her voice low and satisfied. "Now, the other one."

I turned my head toward her other foot, my ragged breath slightly misting the lacquered skin of her nails. My tongue first traced a trembling path along her heel, moving slowly and deliberately up toward the delicate arch. A scent of leather and beeswax—the memory of her closed shoes—mingled with the harsher smell of her daily exertion.

• Good, now give me pleasure to the very end, like you did with the little chia, sensually.

My lips reluctantly left the pearly skin of her foot, leaving a damp trail that shimmered in the dim light. A shiver ran through me as her fingers dug deeper into my hair, forcing me to lift my face to her commanding figure.

"Higher," she murmured, her velvety voice thick with dominant amusement.

My fingers trembled as they traced up her firm calves, tentatively circling her milky skin. The silk of her half-open kimono rustled as I moved closer to her thighs, my breath rippling against her skin.

"Slower," she ordered, digging her nails into my scalp, forcing me to pause just below her knee.

My breath caught as her nails dug in more cruelly, tracing burning lines across my skull. My tongue clung to her knee, slowly and deliberately licking the delicate dimple behind the joint. The silk of the kimono brushed against my forehead as it moved upwards, tracing millimeter by millimeter the forbidden flesh of her thighs.

A metallic taste filled my mouth as I reached the inside of her knee, my trembling lips closing around a taut tendon.

Her thighs parted slightly, the silk of the kimono sliding with a rustle of promise. A musky scent, denser now, mingled with the smell of wax and leather that still filled my nostrils. My tongue traced a trembling path along the taut cord of her inner muscle, each millimeter of skin revealing a new nuance—salt, stress, power.

Her nails left my scalp to grip my jaw, her cold fingers forcing me to look up.

She let her yukata fall, revealing her nakedness. She was beautiful, younger than I had thought, concealing her age with her austere and strict demeanor.

• Come lick my vagina and caress my breasts, she said.

I moved forward, trembling, my hands barely touching the curve of her hips before moving up to her breasts. Her skin was soft, almost burning hot beneath my fingers, and I felt her nipples harden against my palms. She exhaled a satisfied sigh, her nails lightly scratching the back of my neck in encouragement.

My mouth first touched her stomach, leaving moist kisses that traced a slow descent toward her crotch. My breath caught against her skin as my lips finally brushed against the intoxicating aroma of her sex. A shiver ran through her as my tongue traced a slow, upward path, savoring the salty moisture that already beaded between her lips. Her fingers gripped my hair, pulling me closer to her with a pressure that made me moan.

"Deeper," she murmured, her voice husky and trembling, betraying her desire for the first time.

My tongue sank deeper, tracing every curve with torturous slowness, searching for the point where her breath would break. Her hips lifted involuntarily, pressing against my mouth with a silent urgency. The taste of her desire, both sharp and sweet, flooded my senses as my fingers tightened their grip on her breasts, tracing sensual circles around her hardened nipples.

Her thighs tightened around my face as my tongue finally found her clitoris, swollen and throbbing. I traced slow circles, hesitant at first, then firmer as a low moan escaped her lips. Her fingers in my hair became possessive, pressing me against her sex with a force that made me see stars.

"There... right there... yes, that's good." Her voice was a blade dulled by pleasure, wavering between command and plea.

Her breathing became ragged, punctuated by small, muffled cries that echoed off the walls of the room. My tongue worked relentlessly on her clitoris, alternating between firm pressure and barely perceptible touches, seeking to prolong every shiver that ran through her body. Her hips lifted in fits and starts, following the rhythm I set, while her fingers dug desperately into my hair, preventing me from pulling away for even a moment.

Her thighs tightened further, her muscles throbbing against my temples as a spasm rippled through her belly. A trickle of icy sweat ran down my neck as her nails dug deeper into my scalp, immobilizing me in this position of forced adoration. My tongue flattened against her clitoris, increasing the pressure just enough to make her skin quiver, but not enough to bring her to orgasm, not yet.

My tongue pressed flat against her clitoris, increasing the pressure just enough to make her skin quiver, but not enough to bring her to orgasm—not yet.

Her moans grew louder, almost plaintive, as my tongue worked her clitoris with cruel precision. I felt her muscles contract beneath my lips, her belly heave in spasms, her thighs tremble as if fighting to stay open. A sharper, more acrid taste filled my mouth as a violent shiver ran through her, but I didn't break away.

"Yes, that's it, go on, finish me off, I want to come." I finally released the pressure, letting my tongue slide lower to savor the flow of her desire, before slowly moving back up. Her hips bucked violently, desperately seeking the contact I was still refusing.

"I beg you—" Her voice broke as I suddenly wrapped my lips around her clitoris, gently sucking as two fingers slid inside her in one swift motion.

I smiled with satisfaction, deciding to unleash her orgasm, which was just waiting to be unleashed. Her body arched like a taut bow, every muscle tense, awaiting the explosion. My tongue swirled faster around her clitoris, my fingers curling inside her, finding that secret spot that made a hoarse cry burst from her throat. Her pleasure struck her like a blade, first a dull ripple, then an uncontrollable tremor that made her teeth chatter.

I licked the drops of precum that flowed; it had a taste that was like her, firm yet with hints of flower.