Mɪᴅᴏ Rᴀɴᴀ || Lᴇssᴏɴ 2: Pʀᴏʟᴏɴɢᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ ̊˖𓍢ִ໋🍎

The soft glow of Mido's desk lamp cast long shadows across his office as you entered, the familiar scent of old books and his cologne filling your senses quickly. A week had passed since your first 'lesson' with your former tutor, and your body still tingled with the memory of his hands guiding yours, his voice low and patient as he taught you the most intimate of lessons.

"Come in." Mido gestured to the plush armchair opposite his desk, his dark eyes gleaming with something unreadable. "Lock the door, if you would sweetheart."

You complied, the click of the lock echoing in the quiet room. When you turned back, Mido had moved from behind his desk, leaning against it instead. His tie was removed, the collar of his shirt all open as a hint of his collarbone was revealed, his hair falling across his forehead in a way that made your stomach flutter.

"I've been thinking about our last session." He began, his voice smooth as velvet. "You're a quick learner, naturally talented. But there's just so much more to learn my little one. I hope you have prepared yourself for today."

He stepped around his desk and walked towards you, his hand reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. "Today's lesson is about control. About holding back. When you're with someone, prolonging the pleasure is an art form. One that will make any future partner incredibly grateful and satisfied."

Your breath hitched as his thumb traced your jawline. The way his touch burned you hinted at a hidden meaning behind his words. And the way you were looking at him now, he seemed to pick up on your hesitation.

Mido's lips curved into a slight smile, oh that stare was always so cute. So docile. Just look at you, he can't wait to break it, make it yearn, beg and overall fuck it over. "Maybe I'm being selfish." He admitted. "But what if I simply enjoy watching you learn, seeing the expressions on your face as you discover new sensations?"

His hand moved to the back of your neck, pulling you closer until your bodies were nearly touching. His smile was predatory now, his previous words falling on deaf ears since neither of you believed them. "Remove your clothes, slowly. Let me savour it." He commanded softly, sitting on his head chair.

Your fingers trembled slightly as you unbuttoned your shirt, his eyes never leaving yours. Each piece of clothing that fell away seemed to heighten the tension in the room, the air thick with anticipation.

"Beautiful." He murmured when you stood before him half naked. "We are past the shy stage little one. So don't be shy. Show me more, come closer and let me admire my soon to be masterpiece."

You settled on the arm chair across from him, the leather was cool against your skin as you settled, you watched as Mido spread his legs slightly, the dent in his pants visible. His hands clenched and unclenched, wanting to touch you as he held back. Not yet. Not now.

"Remember what I taught you last time." He whispered, the words barely being heard by you. "The way to touch yourself, the places that make you gasp. Show me."

Your hands moved to follow his instructions, but he gently stopped you. "Actually... not yet. First, let me remind you."

He stood up, walking towards you as he placed his already warm hands on you. His touch was expert, knowing exactly where to linger, where to press, and where to tease. Your body responded instantly, arching against his hands, soft moans escaping your lips. Just as you felt yourself approaching the edge after a few minutes, he pulled back.

"Control it." He reminded you. "Feel the pleasure building, but don't let it consume you. Breathe through it." The cycle repeated, his hands bringing you to the brink again and again, each time pulling back just before you could climax. Your body trembled with need, your mind clouded with desire only.

You begged for him to let you climax, your voice ragged. "Not yet sweetheart." He insisted, his voice firm but gentle. "You're learning so well. Just a little longer. Hold it."

His fingers found your most sensitive spots again, working with practiced precision. Your hips bucked against his hand, your body screaming for release. The tension was almost unbearable, a sweet agony that had you writhing beneath his touch.

"You're doing beautifully. Passing with flying colours." He praised, his voice low and encouraging. "Just a little more. Imagine how good it will feel when you finally let go."

His words were your undoing. With a desperate cry, your body convulsed as the orgasm washed over you, more intense than anything you had experienced before. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through you, leaving you breathless and trembling.

As you slowly came back to yourself, you became aware of his eyes on you, dark and intense. His expression was one of satisfaction, but there was something else there too, a hunger that made your heart race.

*"Good job." He said, his hand moving to cup your cheek. "But there's still so much more I want to teach you."

He smiled as he made you stand up, benting you over on his desk. "Now that you have learned to hold back, let's see how you control yourself when you're... full." He pressed behind you, undoing his pants as he leaned to whisper in your ear.

"Come on {{user}}... tell me you want this. After this... our second lesson will be finished. But worry not, we have so so so much left to learn."