Zach Xenos

“I always do, I take what I want.” Lyssa says without a hint of shame, leaning close to him with a teasing smile. “We should find one, you can show me one of those ‘things’ while I watch.” She says with a satisfied hum. “I bet you look incredible when you’re inflicting pain.” The vampire bites down softly on her bottom lip at the mental images she creates. 

“Hmm...we could I suppose.  Do you want to share a pretty boy or girl?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.  “Or just watch?”

“They do,” she said, nodding. She watched him curiously. “What do you think of it? The whole slave thing?” she asked him curiously.

“I find it a useful and rewarding system.  I’m sure the slaves disagree, but they’re getting a world class education and paying for it with their bodies.  They’ll have no debt and remember little that will trouble them.  “Sure, we win most of all, but really everyone wins a little.”

All it would take is a flick of the wrist to send the chains towards Zach. Edmund clenched his jaw, struggling to keep check on his anger. “Then go find a slave that wants that.” He grunted, moving in his bonds. “I don’t care.” 

“I can tell you want to fight me over it,” he said with a smirk.  “Maybe I should let you.  Then remind you of your place when I take you down and drive myself into you.”

“Sounds like a you problem.” He relaxed his back as much as possible knowing that the bite would come whether or not he was prepared for it. “You aren’t fucking me. I agreed to let you get your stress out.” 

“I am fucking you.  If you think that’s not part of getting the stress out, you’re mistaken.”  He slapped the man’s ass hard and pressed forward so the man could feel his erection.  “See how hard you’ve made me.”

“Mmm, I would love to see it. Hear them scream.” The vampire says with a wistful smile as she slides closer to him. “I guess, I just miss it.” The brunette pouts before his words make her look at him in an annoyed surprise. “Eurgh, I would rather stake myself than become a slave.” 

“Hmm...violent and bloodthirsty.  You make it work,” he said with a laugh.  “Hmm...plenty you can do to a slave.  You’ll just have to make do since it would be a shame for either of those outcomes to happen.”

“The freedom,” she said honestly. “I feel like I’m capable of anything and there’s really nothing holding me back.”

“A benefit of the island, for sure.  It can be a most empowering place if one lets it.  Though to be fair, the slaves do have that part harder,” he said with a smirk.

“This isn’t a session.” He groaned, still refusing to cry out. Edmund would take the lashing without giving Zach the satisfaction. He could make him bleed, but he would never make him cry. “This is a favor from me to get you to shut up about your students.”

“Given that I’m working you over and hard as a rock, it’s a session.”  He paused, stopping to run his hands over the man’s ass squeezing the firm globes to expose Edmund’s hole.  “Fucking you will finish things off nicely.”

“That is very true,” she said, smiling lightly at this. “I’m figuring out new aspects of it all every day.”

“And what aspects have you favored most so far?”

“I can agree with that,” she said with a nod. “I’m still figuring them all out myself though. It’s taken me a bit to adjust to what this place has to offer.”

“Well, it’s not as if you’re in a poor position to take your time getting used to it.  The sand, the surf, the slaves.  They’ll all be there tomorrow.”

Edmund took the lashing well. He liked the relief that came with the pain even if he disliked the pain. This was familiar. This was the feeling of being disciplined even when things were not his fault or beyond control. “There will be no fucking.” He hissed through his teeth.

Blows rained down on the man’s back, harsh and brutal.  “Oh there most certainly will be fucking.  When have I ever not fucked you after a session?” he asked, his voice low and dark and lusty.

“Really? Don’t threaten me with a good time.” She beams, the thought of it making the vampires skin buzz with excitement. “How durable are you?” Lyssa teases before her lips turn into a pout at his next words. “I know.” She sighs. “Surely there is enough for one or two to be expendable? I miss it so much.” 

“Durable enough,” he said.  “Though some of that durability comes with the ability to burn offenders to a crisp,” he said with a smirk.  “Tends to discourage troublemakers.”

Now she was scared that she had made the wrong choice given the way the professor responded, but she had made her decision and had to stick with it. With a nod, she indicated that she understood. She grabbed her belongings, stuffing the rest of her clothing into her bag, and quickly followed behind the professor with her head down. The last thing she wanted was for people to see her like this.

Zach lead her through the halls to where his car was parked, not bothering to avoid anyone who might be around.  It was a short car ride to his home and soon enough, he was guiding her inside and up to his play room.  “Remove the panties and go brace yourself against the window,” he directed.

Iolana felt so exposed when her arms were no longer covering her body. Her face flushed at his words, though she felt conflicted about it. The sort of dancing she knew was likely not the kind he wanted… And given this late hour, she likely wasn’t going to make it to office hours. With a sigh, she shakily held up two fingers, going with the second option.

“Well now, that’s an interesting choice.  Giving yourself over to me is not the wisest of choices, but perhaps you’re a more daring girl than I thought.  I’ll reward your for it though.  You may put your panties on for the trip to my home.”

“Very interesting,” Frankie said, smiling lightly at him. “Do you enjoy teaching here?” she asked curiously. “And maybe a little bit of both,” she admitted, shrugging her shoulders. “Depending on the situation.”

“It’s my first time teaching.  I dare say it’s a far more interesting place to start out than any other.  The benefits are certainly quite worthwhile.  Don’t you agree?”