𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣'𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙣

𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒘𝒐

Calvin
• • •

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

My chest caved as Saturn traced her finger along the veins of my hand. The control it took not to carry her out of the lecture hall was agonizing.

Today, she wore her hair in two french braids with small strands pulled out to frame her face. Lianna had done them, so she'd told me. I couldn't bear to take my eyes off of her as she scrawled down notes on Professor Brown's lecture.

"I need more help catching up," I told her in the corridor when we were dismissed, "I'd like you to come over after your next class."

Saturn took my hand. "Alright."

She was so much happier recently, it relaxed me. I was eager to be so close to her again, once she was ready. Perhaps this evening's study session was my chance. It was true, I was extremely behind in all of my classes, especially Lit. Final exams were sneaking up on us all. But I had better things to do with Saturn than read Shakespeare.

If we were going to study, we were going to do it my way.

Saturn showed up at my room just after three. I had been anxiously waiting for her since lunch, desperately fighting the desire to relieve myself of the temptation she stirred up in me.

Saturn set down her bag, without saying a word to me. I stood and locked the door. She watched me with curiosity, then found her seat on my bed.

"So, what are you most confused about?" she asked, flipping open her copy of King Lear.

"Everything, Saturn," I murmured, "everything."

"Hmm," she thought for a moment, "how about I ask you some questions that might be on the exam? Then we'll see what you need to study most."

"I like that idea," I nodded, "only I'd like to add my own little twist."

Saturn cocked her head.

I moved closer to her on the bed so that I could speak into her ear. "For every question I answer correctly, you will remove an article of your clothing."

Saturn ran her hand down my chest. "Okay," she murmured, "we'll see what a little motivation does for you."

"Indeed," I nodded, "begin."

Saturn grabbed her notebook where she had managed to compile a list of possible exam questions. "We'll start easy," she said, "what country does King Lear rule?"

Fuck. This was supposed to be easy?

"Britain?" I guessed, choosing the first country that came to mind.

Saturn grinned. "Correct." She set down her notebook and pulled her shirt off over her head.

Her grace was mesmerizing.

Beneath her removed shirt it was a lacy black bralette which I couldn't wait to tear off of her. First, I needed to answer the next questions correctly.

Next, Saturn asked me how many sons The Earl of Gloucester had. Once again, I took a blind stab at the answer.

"Two is correct," Saturn grinned.

Luck appeared to be on my side this evening.

She reached behind her to unclasp her bra, but I snatched her wrist. "Allow me," I murmured. I pulled off the final layer between me and her breasts. What a lovely reward.

I missed the next two questions of Saturn's quiz, but I managed to guess them both right on the second attempt, which she allowed for. Within minutes, my goddess was naked in front of me.

"Enough questions," I muttered, taking her notebook and setting it aside. I knelt over her, forcing her onto her back. Having domination over her was so effortless, yet so gratifying.

"I want you to read to me, Saturn," I murmured, handing her my copy of King Lear, "read to me while I make love to you."

Saturn's breathing shuddered.

"One more thing," I interjected, as she flipped open to the Act we'd left off on, "each time your words stumble, I will go harder. So I'd suggest you focus like a good girl, Saturn."

She looked up at me with her doeish eyes, and I knew we stood no chance of even getting past the first Act.

I slipped my cock into her as Saturn began to read. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, gathering her wits. Beginning from where we left off, she read;

"...Sir, there she stands. If aught within that little seeming substance, Or all of it, with our displeasure pieced...And nothing more, may fitly like your-Grace." Saturn's pause made my thrusts quicken.

I watched as she sucked in a harsh breath before regaining her focus. "She's there, and she is...yours."

"Mmm," I moaned, "who do you belong to, Saturn?"

"Y-you," she managed to gasp.

"That's right," I murmured, "you may continue."

Saturn lifted the book from her chest, desperately trying to keep hold of it as her entire body shook. "...That she whom even but now was your best object, The argument of your praise, balm of your age, The best, the dearest, should in this trice of time Commit a thing so monstrous to dismantle...So many folds of favor."

"Keep going, princess," I urged her, achieving a greater rhythm. I wasn't sure how much longer I could last like this. Luckily, Saturn felt the same.

"...Royal king, Give but that portion which yourself proposed, And here I take Cordelia by the hand...Duchess-of-Burgundy." With her last word, Saturn came, and an angelic moan replaced her poetry.

What a productive evening.