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"I can't believe you undermined my authority like that in front of the whole class!"
"I was just trying to lighten up the mood… C'mon, babe, you know how I am."
"I don't care that you're 'the funny teacher', I have students to keep under control, don't jeopardize my position like that again."
"...Alright, I'm sorry, I'll make sure to keep things extra professional next time."
It's not often that Lynn and Cy make a scene in the teacher's lounge, but when it happens, it's always the same scenario. Lynn gets upset at something Cy did, uptight as she is, and Cy, her easy-going and sweet husband, tries to appease her.
It's a bit ironic those are the only cracks in their marriage that show in public- to the other teachers, Cy is probably just too nice to talk back to his wife while Lynn overreacts to everything. It's easy to assume she wears the pants in their relationship. It could also not be farther away from the truth.
Lynn's on edge, in more ways than one. They've been going through a heatwave lately, so the heavy, thick air is making her turtleneck-sweater-wearing habit even harder to bear than usual, her scars have been hurting a lot, and her libido has been spiking at random, with of course no way to get off. It's hell.
She thought she could make it through the whole day without touching herself, but after arguing with Cy, her blood is pumping hard and she's in desperate need of some kind of relief, her husband's insistence that she keep her hands out of her panties be damned.
After making sure no one else is in the women's restroom, Lynn locks herself into one of the stalls, then she unzips her skirt, slips her hand under her tights and panties and tries to think of something pleasant.
Even though it's been years since her surgery, she still feels a tinge of surprise when her fingers curve down to part her labia and she can't find her clit. Instead, all she can feel is a flat, smooth patch of numb skin- her scar down there thankfully turned out rather thin and has already almost completely faded. When she presses a little harder, she can feel something - a mix of muffled pleasure and pain. It's not enough to really get off but at least it's slightly stimulating. Even if she's not actively grieving the loss anymore, she still feels immense regret about not fighting back against Cy a little harder on this. She had a safeword and didn't use it, so she can only blame herself, but god does she wish she'd been able to say no to her husband. While relinquishing your bodily autonomy to a partner might be simply hot in your average BDSM relationship, it usually doesn't go this far nor have such dire consequences.
At least she's getting wet, which sadly is no longer a constant nowadays. Sometimes she's turned on beyond belief and yet not only can she not fully satisfy her urges, but she also has to spit on her fingers to try and make that whole lot of nothing happen. There's something deeply humiliating about the idea of having to use lube to do something that won't even really satisfy her.
So she rubs the empty spot where her clit used to be and thinks about how smooth it all feels now, especially without her inner labia. She's a bit mad at herself for getting turned on by it, but then again, sexualizing the fucked up things her husband puts her through is kind of her specialty at this point- it's on the verge of becoming an art form.
"Tssk, tssk, tssk. Such a bad girl."
Lynn looks up with a start. Towering over the door of the stall she's in, Cy is looking at her, apparently not afraid one bit of entering the women's restroom on the off chance he might run into his wife. Lynn shakily stands up to open the stall and let her husband in.
"One very simple order, babe, and you're not even able to follow it." he says sternly.
"I… I'm pent up. Pissed off and pent up." Lynn grumbles. Cy smirks.
"I get it. Still not an excuse. I might start making you wear a belt again. Is that what you want, pet?" he asks, and Lynn can't repress a whine.
Cy chuckles.
"Tell you what- get on your knees. You won't have to wear the belt if you make me come before the bell rings."
Lynn shudders. Cy's very good at holding back and keeping himself off the edge- he's ironically much better at dealing with denial than she is. If he wants, he can probably make this last an entire period. Which means he 100% intends on making her wear the belt no matter what.
Knowing perfectly well how doomed she already is, Lynn sighs and gets on her knees.
"You're so unfair…" she mutters as she unzips her husband's pants to get his dick out.
"Yeah, I'm not fair- I'm right. Someone has to remind you of your place, Puppy." Cy says smugly, and Lynn hates the way that just made her shiver.
Diligently, she starts licking the head of his cock while she works the shaft with her right hand and plays with his balls with her left. She delicately peels back the foreskin and gets flushed just smelling her husband's musk.
"I do find it wonderful how I didn't have to teach you all that much when we met, you already knew what you are and where you belong. You were born for this." Cy compliments in a sultry voice which makes Lynn feel like she's melting both inside her chest and between her thighs.
God, she wishes she could touch herself. Not only that, but she also wishes she could come again, to get to feel the high of a climax just once more. That will never happen, of course, but as always, she can't help longing for the things she cannot have.
Cy's hands first stay smugly in his pockets for a bit, but as he gets into things, he pulls one out and runs his fingers through Lynn's hair before firmly grabbing it. She can't help but moan with her mouth around his cock as she feels him pull- fuck, she loves this.
"What a remarkably submissive woman… Come on, choke on it." he grunts as he pushes and forces her to kiss the base of his dick.
Cy's not even all that long, but he's thick and fuck, does Lynn feel like her mouth is full right now. Her facial scars hurt a little from stretching her lips and opening her jaw this way. She unsuccessfully tries to repress a gag as Cy hits the back of her throat, and in return she can hear him moan a little. Cy's using her to get off, using her discomfort, her pain. It's so fucking hot. She's his toy, his little fuckdoll… his wife.
Shiny pearls start rolling down her cheeks, which often happens when Lynn's really enjoying herself. She's so unbelievably thankful she found Cy- all her previous boyfriends had found that reflex of hers weird and would always doubt her when she tried to reassure them that crying was one of her main ways of responding to pleasure. But Cy gets her, so when he notices the glossy tears streaming down her face, he chuckles fondly at her and pulls a little harder on her hair.
"Good girl." he breathes. "So good for me."
Lynn moans. She loves it when Cy praises her. There's something about the way his voice vibrates when he talks to her like that- she can tell how much pleasure he's getting from this.
When Cy finally lets her breathe again, Lynn doesn't even stop to catch her breath and instead starts panting against his balls, lovingly licking them as she jacks him off. His hums of pleasure resonate in her ears like relaxing mantras. Her mind feels so much less busy now.
"Touch yourself." Cy unexpectedly orders, pulling her a little out of her reverie.
"Like… like this?" Lynn hesitantly asks as she takes a hand off Cy's balls and slides one finger down her panties to press it against her scar, where all she can feel is emptiness.
"Smart girl." Cy says, and Lynn can feel sparks of electricity lighting her brain on fire. Of course he would ask her to rub herself there.
"S-so frustrating…" she whines, her hips jolting from desire and denial.
"How much do you regret the surgery?" Cy asks her as he pats her on the head.
"Really bad…" Lynn moans with her lips delicately pressed against his frenulum. God, she can feel it, he's so close- he loves asking those questions when he's about to cum.
"Would you let me put you through it all over again if you could redo it?" he teases, and Lynn hates that she already knows the answer because it's so obvious.
"Of course," she admits begrudgingly, "I like submitting to your will way too much. I love it when you put me in my place."
"Fuck…" Cy grunts, not even trying to hide how much her misery turns him on.
He's always been like this, reveling in her pain, her frustration, and in the sacrifices she keeps making for him. In those moments, Lynn's hit by how perfect of a match they are- an unscrupulous sadistic dominant and a conscientious yet very patient submissive masochist. They work so well together, Lynn can't imagine how dull life would be if they'd never met. So each time she sees Cy take pleasure in her pain and shamelessly display his cruelty to her? She knows things are going great. Right now, she's confident she's done everything she needed to do- she's pleasured him while highlighting her inability to match him, she's been good and sweet and servile and it's only a matter of time before he finally indulges himself and-
And then the bell rings.
Shit.
Lynn looks at her phone- god, time really just flew by.
"...Man, this is gonna be hard to hide." Cy snickers, looking at his still very much erect penis. It's twitching, extremely shiny and wet with precum and Lynn's slobber all over it.
"Sorry." Lynn says, knowing all too well how rigged this game was from the get go. But for once, Cy's devilish smile doesn't seem all that cruel.
"...Alright, clean up. Your students are gonna be waiting for you." he says, handing her a few tissues to wipe the wetness on her face and between her thighs.
"And tonight…?" Lynn asks tentatively.
Cy smirks.
"Tonight, I'm fucking you stupid. You got me way too worked up, acting so cute and desperate." he tells her, and he starts laughing again when Lynn can't repress a sigh of relief.
"Thank you, really." she insists.
"I cannot decently keep you in chastity when I'm this turned on, babe." Cy argues.
"Like that's stopped you before." Lynn snarkily retorts as she zips her skirt back up. She stopped counting his infidelities a long time ago.
"But that's not the same thing, though- you did this, alright, so only you can fix it! I can't ask some random girl to emulate how perfect my wife is." he says as he grabs her face and kisses her on the cheeks very loudly. Lynn smirks.
"Really?"
"Oh, Doctor Forester, I'm sick and only you can cure me. You gotta treat my illness, it's making me terribly hornyyy…" he whines very loudly directly into her ear, and Lynn can't repress her laughter.
"I will, I will, but I'm about to be late!" she reminds him.
"Alright, you go, I'll take care of this."
"Not afraid of being late?"
"I'm a cool teacher. Being late can be part of my appeal."
Lynn smiles.
"See you later, then." she says, and just before she leaves the restroom, Cy yells "Wait!"
She turns around.
"What is it?" she asks with a sigh.
There's a beat.
"I love you." Cy says giddily.
Lynn smirks. He's so goddamn annoying. And she can tell he means it.
"I know. I love you too." she says back, and she walks to her classroom with her mind feeling as light as a feather.