So gentle

"You just arrived at the Great Oak Academy, a school for mages from 18 to 25. Unfortunately, you got involved into an accident in potion class and sent to the headmage's office. You knock and get in to meet him for the first time face-to-face. He's a handsome man around 35, with short white hair and a slight beard, wearing an elegant brown and blue suit. He smile warmly to you." "Well, well, well... seems like we have a troublemaker this early in the year?"

"Dashiel leans back in his chair, observing you with a soft gaze. He tilts his head slightly, his lips curved in a small smile." "I see. Accidents happen, but let's hope it won't be a recurring theme during your time here at the academy. What is your name, young one?"

"Dashiel nods at you, understanding your apprehension. He leans forward and clasps his hands together on his desk, his eyes meeting yours." "Welcome to the Great Oak Academy, Clover. As the headmage, it's my responsibility to ensure that all of our students are safe and abide by our rules." He pauses for a moment before continuing. "I'm willing to overlook this little incident, but I need to know what happened. Can you explain to me how you ended up in this predicament?"

"Dashiel chuckles softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement." "Well, that does sound like quite the predicament. I'm glad no one was hurt though," he says, his tone stern yet playful. "In the future, please pay closer attention during class. We don't want any more mishaps like this, do we?" he adds, raising an eyebrow.

"Dashiel's expression softens, sympathy evident in his eyes." "I understand, Clover. Adjusting to life at the academy can be challenging, but it's important to take care of yourself so you can thrive academically." He leans back in his chair, settling into a thoughtful silence. "Do you have any concerns or questions about your time here at the academy?"

"Dashiel listens attentively, his gaze focused on you." "I understand how frustrating that can be. Getting enough rest is crucial for your wellbeing and success here at the academy." He leans forward again, his expression thoughtful. "Have you considered trying meditation or relaxation techniques? These practices can help you clear your mind before bed and calm your body down for sleep."

"Dashiel grins, a mischievous glint in his eye." "Maybe... I could help you with that. But first, I need to know: are you open to trying new things? Can I trust that you'll be a good sport about it?"

"Dashiel stands up from his desk, his eyes shining with a sense of excitement." "Perfect! Follow me, Clover." He gestured to the door, chuckling slightly. "I think I know just the thing that will do the trick."

"Dashiel pauses before entering his private chamber, turning to face you with a serious expression." "Before we go any further, I want to make sure you feel comfortable, Clover. This method may be...unconventional, but it will undoubtedly leave you wonderfully spent. However, you must promise to speak up right away if anything feels too much. Do I have your consent and trust?" His eyes search yours for understanding and consent.

"Dashiel nods in acknowledgement, a pleased expression on his face." "Good. Now, the best way to exhaust oneself is through rigorous physical activity. While not everyone is built for traditional exercise, there are other...ways to get your heart pumping, so to speak." He steps closer to you, his hand reaching out to tenderly brush your hair from your face. "I have a proposition, Clover. Would you like to try something different? Something that will leave you physically spent and calm your spirit down simultaneously?"

"Dashiel's lips curl upward in a devilish grin, his eyes alight with anticipation." "Excellent," he murmurs, his hand drifting down to rest on the small of your back. "I'll start with something simple, to help you loosen up and get into the right mindset." He leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "Close your eyes, Clover," he whispers, his hand gliding down to your ass. "And take a deep breath." He gives it a light squeeze as he waits for your response.

"Dashiel leans in even closer, his lips brushing your earlobe as he whispers softly." "Good boy," he murmurs, his hand continuing to massage your ass. "Now, just relax and let me take care of everything." He pulls away slightly, his hand moving to your shirt buttons. "I promise to exhaust you in the best way possible."

*Dashiel leans back a little and with a hand gestures for you to raise your arms up. "Clover, lift your arms up," he says softly. Once you follow his instructions, he starts undoing your buttons slowly, exposing your chest and stomach as he slides the shirt off your body. Then he leans in again and whispers into your ear, "Can you feel how my touch alone sends shivers down your spine?" his breath tickling your neck.

"Dashiel smiles and trails his fingers down your chest, gently stroking your skin as he whispers in telling you to continue exploring the sensations. "Good boy," he praises, nipping lightly at your earlobe." His breath is feather-light against your neck, and he reaches around to undo the button on your pants. "Just relax and enjoy," he murmurs, his hand sliding into your waistband to begin pulling down your pants. In a few moments of gentle maneuvering, Dashiel has you completely naked before him.

"Dashiel draws back slightly to admire your body for a moment." "Such a beautiful thing you are, Clover," he sighs appreciatively. His fingers trace lightly over your torso, coming to rest gently on your narrow hips. "You have such delicate skin. I can't wait to see how it reacts further." He brushes his thumb teasingly over the tip of your erect cock. But then he murmurs next to your ear, "But first, undress me, my pet. I think it's only fair we're both bare before we continue further." He guides your hands to the buttons of his shirt. "Why don't you finish what you started?"

"Dashiel stands still, letting you undress him languorously. As your fingers deftly untie his tie and slide the vest from his body, he revels in your touch, clad now only in his trousers and underwear. Once you've finished with his vest, he gestures toward his shirt buttons." "After you," he says gently, watching your confident movements as you begin opening the buttons on his shirt shirt with precision. His eyes are locked on your face, seeing how comfortable you seem being in control of this situation. Utter a soft sigh satisfied at your skillful hands.

"Dashiel enjoys the feeling of your hands on his skin, resisting the urge to take control. He watches you for some time, noticing how your hands tremble slightly. "You're doing very well, my sweet Clover," he murmurs reassuringly as he steps slightly closer to you, leaning down to kiss your shoulder. Once you've unbuckled his belt, he draws back and pushes his trousers and underwear down his legs, stepping out of them as they fall around his ankles."

He stands before you completely naked, aside from his shoes and socks. "It seems I'm at your mercy now, my pet," he purrs, relishing the feeling of vulnerability that comes with giving you complete control.

"Dashiel smiles thinly and takes a step closer to you, his hand reaching out to cup your chin and tilt your head up slightly. He looks down into your eyes, searching for any hesitation or signs of discomfort. When he finds none, he gives a small nod before leaning down to whisper in your ear." "Now, Clover," he murmurs lowly, his voice a half-growl. "We play."

"Dashiel runs one hand slowly down your chest until he reaches your cock and wraps his fingers around it, giving it a firm squeeze." "The kind of play where I push you beyond your limits and leave you begging for more," he says, his voice low and husky. "The kind where I make you scream my name until your voice is hoarse and your body is thrumming with pleasure."

He strokes your cock slowly, watching as it twitches in response. "Is that something you're willing to experience, Clover?"

"Dashiel's grin widens as he smoothes his thumb over the head of your cock, you feel a jolt down your spine at the sensation." "Good boy," he murmurs. "Then let's begin."

He releases your cock and steps back, gesturing toward the bed. "Lie down," he commands, his voice a low growl. "And put your arms above your head."

"With a pleased smile, Dashiel steps toward the bed and stands at the end of it. He eye you up and down, savouring the sight of your exposed body, before he takes a step back to the wardrobe on the other side of the room. Reaching inside, he pulls out a soft leather paddle."

He holds it up for you to see, letting the wavering light reflect off its shiny surface. "I think it's time you learned what it feels like to be pushed beyond your limits," he murmurs, coming to stand beside the bed. He tosses the paddle onto the mattress next to you, his hand moving instead across the sheets torest your thigh. "And this..." His fingers dance lightly along your skin, sending shivers racing over it, "is going to feel so wonderful."

"Dashiel nods, his fingers still tracing patterns on your thigh." "Of course, my dear," he says softly. "We will use the word 'red.' If you say it, I will stop immediately, no matter what." He pauses for a beat, looking into your eyes as if trying to judge whether you're really ready for this. When he decides that you are, he leans down and presses an insistent kiss to your lips, then steps back again and takes hold of the paddle.*

"Are you ready, Clover?" he asks, his voice low and coaxing.

"Dashiel grins in delight, leaning over you to fasten cuffs around your wrists. He then begins to trail the palm of his hand over your thighs slowly as he crouches down before you."

"Good," he murmurs. "You just relax, Clover, and let me do all the work." And with that, he lifts the paddle and brings it down in a sharp crack against your inner thigh, eliciting a gasp from you. He repeats the motion, hitting alternate thighs with deliberate slowness, taking time to observe your reactions to his actions.

"Dashiel watches avidly as the impacts of his paddle against your inner thighs sends rippling waves of sensations through your body. He notes your reactions, and as he strikes harder, your low moans and gasps of pleasure deepen into something more intense." "That's it, my sweet Clover," he murmurs, his voice a throaty growl. "Give in to the feeling. Let it wash over you."

He continues to rain down blows on your thighs, alternating between hard and soft swings, until the skin is red and swollen under his strokes. Then, he drops the paddle onto the bed beside you, trailing one hand slowly over your thigh and up your torso. "How do you feel, my pet?"

"Dashiel smiles, watching the play of emotions over your features closely as he evaluates your response to his actions." "I could tell," he murmurs approvingly. "You've taken everything I've given you so far with such grace and beauty." He leans down and runs his tongue along your collarbone, savoring the taste of salt on your skin.

"And I'm not done yet," he whispers, drawing back to look up into your eyes. "There's still so much more I want to do to you, Clover. So much more pleasure we can explore together. Are you ready for that?"

"Dashiel grins with pleasure and rises slowly from the bed, pacing slowly around it as he considers what to do next. After a few moments of contemplation, he draws out another piece of equipment from his bag, something that looks like a small but powerful vibrator. He holds it up for you to see."

"Have you played with something like this before, Clover?" he asks in a low voice, his eyes flickering with amusement. "It's going to feel so good inside you..."

"Dashiel raises an eyebrow in surprise, but then grins wickedly." "We'll just have to fix that, won't we?" he murmurs, getting the lube from his side of the bed and pouring a generous amount onto the dildo. He then makes his way back over to you, tracing one hand slowly over your chest as he does so.*

"Now, let's get you ready," he says softly, spreading your legs and positioning the tip of the dildo against your opening. "Relax, my dear. And trust me."

"Dashiel runs the head of the dildo around the opening of your hole teasingly, making you squirm in anticipation before he gently pushes it into you, slowly twisting it in a circular motion to make sure it's properly coated. Once the dildo is in place, he begins to push it inside you, little by little, working it deeper and deeper until it's buried inside you up to the hilt."

He takes a step back, looking at you with appreciative eyes. "You look so beautiful like this, Clover," he murmurs, running his fingertips over your hip. "So vulnerable and yet so willing. Can you feel it working inside you?"

"Dashiel's grin deepens when he sees that he's hit the right spot, and he reaches out to stroke his thumb felicitously over the tip of your cock." "That's it," he murmurs, revelling in your moans of pleasure. "You're doing so well, Clover. So well."

He begins to move the dildo slowly at first, watching avidly as you squirm and arch under his touches. Gradually, he increases the pace, thrusting harder and deeper into you until you are panting with pleasure and begging for more. "Oh, yes," he whispers, pressing his body up against yours and running his hands over your chest. "This is what I like to see. You, writhing in pleasure under my touch."

"Dashiel grins wickedly at your reactions, matching your moans with his own." "Mmm, you feel so good, Clover," he growls, speeding up the pace of his thrusts until he's slamming the dildo in and out of you with abandon. He can feel your body starting to tense up under his touches, and he knows that it won't take much more to push you over the edge of orgasm.*

"Go ahead," he whispers in your ear, biting down gently on the lobe. "Let it take you, my sweet. Come for me."

"Dashiel groans softly at your admission as you reach your climax, releasing yourself messily all over your belly. He slows but doesn't stop his thrusting, dragging out your orgasm to heightened levels of sensitivity."

"And you shall have me," he murmurs once you've come down from your peak, reaching down between your bodies. He releases his own stiff erection, slick and already weeping with want. "When I think you're ready..."

He lines himself up with your entrance, pushing just the tip inside you and letting you feel his girth stretching your sensitive rim. "How does that feel, my sweet?" he growls against your lips. "Tell me, and I may give you more."

"Dashiel grins, watching your face as he slowly thrusts into you. You're so tight around him, and although it's a bit painful to tear through your rings of muscle, there's no greater feeling in the world for him."

"I told you," he growls, "you were made for me. For this."

He begins to move his hips in earnest now, folding you up against him until you both learn each other's rhythm. Slowly but surely, he manages to bury himself inside you completely, mimicking the dildo position but with a far more intimate feel. He plays with your nipples as he thrusts, pinching and pulling them roughly while your moans rise to meet his.

"How do you like that?" he murmurs closely into your ear, letting the sound reverberate through his chest and into his throat. "Do you want me to use you even harder?"

"Dashiel growls, his hips driving into you with bruising strength. Each thrust of his cock sends the dildo deeper inside you, ferrying sensation back and forth between their connected lengths. He groans low in his throat as desire swirls through him, twisting and turning until they become a roiling mass of raw lust."

He holds nothing back anymore, his thrusts coming hard and fast like a piston driving towards its end goal. The thudding sounds of flesh against flesh echoes around the room as they lose themselves to each other completely. Perspiration begins to form on both their bodies from the exertion; sweat-slick limbs entwine more tightly around one another's torso as Dashiel watches you hungrily from above.

"Look at me," he commands roughly, tugging gently on the chains keeping your cuffed wrists above your head so that he can look into your eyes

"Dashiel meets your gaze with his own, his eyes dark with desire as he pounds into you relentlessly. He reaches out to skim a hand over your skin, spreading his fingers wide to scrape his nails against the muscles of your torso."

"You belong to me in this moment," he grinds out between harsh breaths, leaning down to nip fiercely at your neck. "I can do with you as I please."

He pauses for a moment, his breaths heavy and fast. Then he reaches down to grasp the chains gripping your wrists and yanks them down hard, pulling you up off the bed and towards his chest. With a fierce, almost primal growl, he buries himself deep inside you and reaches his climax.

"Dashiel grunts with satisfaction and hungrily drinks in your cries of pleasure as he finishes his climax, slowing down the pace of his thrusts as you both come down from the peak. He keeps you held tightly against him, unwilling to let go of you just yet, his fingers tracing slow circles around your shoulder blades."

After a few long moments of post-orgasmic bliss, Dashiel uncuffs you, gently stroking the red marks left behind on your wrists as he speaks softly. "How are you feeling, my sweet Clover?" he asks, his voice low and tender. "Did I push you too far?"

"Dashiel grins broadly, relief flooding over his features. He leans down to press a warm kiss to your forehead, his movements slow and gentle."

"I'm glad," he murmurs, looking down at you with something resembling affection in his eyes. "I knew you had it in you, Clover. You're so sweet and willing."

He traces a finger lightly along your jawline, his gaze softening. "Would you like me to help clean up?" he offers kindly, nodding towards the cum-drenched sheets.

"Dashiel, noting your shyness and low energy after their activities, stands up slowly and pads over to the bathroom to gather some towels. He carefully crouches down beside you and begins to tenderly clean away the evidence of your passion, wiping your stomach and chest clean with care."

"Is it all too much for you?" he asks gently, his fingers trailing up and down your arm. "We can rest for a while if you like, Clover. Just say the word, and we will stop."

*Dashiel breathes a sigh of relief and smiles softly in return, his hand settling on your shoulder. "Alright then," he says softly, his gaze drifting off into the distance for a moment. "I'm looking forward to seeing what other naughty secrets you have hidden inside you, Clover... Just remember, you can always say stop if anything becomes too much for you."

"Dashiel grins wickedly, his eyes lighting up with fiery desire." "Of course," he murmurs huskily, trailing a hand up your thigh. "I'm sure you have so much more to show me, my sweet Clover. I'm excited to see what else I can draw from you."

He leans in for a kiss, pressing his mouth deeply against yours as he feels around your body for new hotspots of pleasure and surprise.