Coyotes and Wolves, Milo Manheim Original Story

Slowly, Passing the Time

Milo pressed his lips together and nodded, in understanding. He opened his textbook, and began reading silently.

Estella watched him for a moment, and returned to her drawing.

However, she soon found herself jumping slightly, when Milo unexpectedly placed his large masculine hand on the small of her back. His palm began moving slowly and sensually in little circles. Despite being startled, the attention was nice and felt pleasant, so Estella quickly relaxed into it.

That is until, Milo casually slid his hand under her hoodie, and then her tee shirt-- to brazenly caress the skin on her back.

Light goose bumps arose on her smooth flesh. She pretended not to notice and didn't react, instead choosing to nonchalantly keep her eyes trained on her notebook.

Milo knew that she was pretending, and he couldn't help but smirk to himself. Estella was successfully putting on a relaxed face, but underneath his fingertips, he could feel the subtle shivers running through her.

Playfully, Milo walked his fingers slowly up her spine, until they arrived at her bra strap.

Estella shifted her eyes towards him, now getting more suspicious of his intentions.

"You good?" He asked innocently, with a feigned expression of concern.

"Umhm." She nodded, stoically continuing their little game of pretend.

In one swift movement, he'd unabashedly unfastened the clasp of her bra, using only one hand.

This time, Estella immediately whipped her head to the side, and gaped up at him in shock.

"You okay, babygirl? He asked. "Did you have like, a question or something?" He added in a seemingly unconcerned tone, while his cocky eyebrow purposely taunted her.

Defiantly, Estella calmly shook her head, refusing to give him the satisfaction. Instead, she shifted her gaze down to her notebook, while covertly continuing to watch her sneaky boyfriend.

What the hell is he doing? She exclaimed in her head, frustrated with herself that it had been so easy for him to wind her up. And now the tension was becoming difficult to ignore.

"Alright, then. If you're sure. I still gotta study." He reminded her, pointedly.

She turned her head away from him, as his hand continued to rest innocently on her back, as if he hadn't done anything.

While still under her T-shirt, Milo casually but craftily slid his hand against her soft skin, curving his palm as he reached towards her chest. The sound of her breath hitching in her throat, filling him with smug satisfaction and arousal. His devious hand continued to creep under the loosened cup of her bra, hidden by her layers of clothing. He squeezed her breast gently while slowing and sensually massaging.

Estella's breaths began to thicken and speed up. Her boyfriend's hand was satisfying and warm against her skin, and his slightly calloused fingers were now evilly teasing her nipple.

"Shh." He quietly hushed her labored breaths. "I really need to concentrate, Princess." He whispered, playfully.

Fuck. She moaned, internally. His little seduction game was driving her crazy, but she couldn't make a sound.

"Estella? I can't make this out. Can you read this part? Aloud? So I can understand it." He asked cruelly, in a whisper.

Sonofabitch!

She nodded, and couldn't help but oblige his request. Estella didn't want him to stop, and she couldn't help how submissive he was making her, with each gentle touch.

"Iambic... pentameter...(She paused to stifle a moan) is a type of metric line used in--in traditional English poetry and verse drama. The term...describes the rhythm (she sighed) or meter, established by the words in each line. Rhythm...is measured in small...um...small groups of syllables called "feet". " She stammered through the text, as her lust was becoming too difficult to ignore.

The students didn't look over, luckily no one was paying attention to the quiet English lesson that was happening in the back. Let alone Milo's lesson to Estella in teasing and torture.

She had to stop him. But it felt so good. She was getting so wet, and she knew they'd have to leave the study hall soon. He'd told her that he wanted to wait before going too far, so she knew that there would be no release for her anytime soon.

"Stop." She whispered, weakly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you." He lied, menacingly.

"Please, Milo. Stop." She whispered again.

"Are you sure? You seem to really like this game." He challenged her darkly.

"Yes." She sighed, as his fingers began to pull and pinch more firmly for just a little bit longer.

"Okay, babygirl." He relented, slowly removing his hand from under her bra. He looked around the room and the coast was clear, so he refastened the clasp quickly with both hands.

He pulled her close to him into another side hug, and gently placed a lingering kiss on her forehead, as she began to quietly calm herself.

"Did that help pass the time, a little?" He whispered into her ear.

She nodded silently into his chest. Partially pissed at his teasing and partially reeling at how good it felt.

"I can't believe how quiet you stayed." Milo quipped, in a low whisper. "You were such a good girl."

Those words created a new flame inside of her core. She didn't know why. She just knew that she wanted to hear them again. Damn. This was something she'd considered before, when she felt calm being under his control. Was she a submissive? Is he a dominant? Were they just now discovering these parts of themselves? Normally she'd want to argue or challenge his audacity, but in this moment she only wanted him to hold her tightly, and continue to give her praise.

"Thank you." She murmured timidly, surprising not only herself, but Milo as well.

Wait...what? Thought Milo.

He thought for sure she was at least going to smack him for playing this little game in the middle of the study hall. He didn't even know what made him give her that compliment. It just came out, organically. And from her response, it was clear that he'd somehow been able to please her into a completely vulnerable state. He couldn't believe how much it exhilarated him, hearing her submissive little voice just now. And he didn't know what the hell to think about it. All he knew was that he liked it. He really liked it.