Page 31 of Make Me Learn
Straight after my first class I needed to meet with Eva so I wasn’t able to seek him out then either and I cursed Grey mentally in my head as I made my way toward the coffee cart to meet her.
As I approached the familiar spot, I spotted Eva sitting at a small table, her curly hair cascading over her shoulders. A warm smile spread across her face as she saw me approaching. "Hey, girl! How's it going?" she greeted me.
I slumped into the chair with a sigh and picked up the coffee she had ordered for me.
She giggled as she watched me, raising a manicured eyebrow. “Like that, huh? I was thinking about asking how your weekend was, but now I absolutely need to know.”
I thought about my weekend for a moment, and once again thinking about the lingering soreness I felt over the weekend made memories of how I spent my Friday night flood my mind. I bit my lip as I looked at her.
I hadn’t spoken to her before about The Masquerade. I didn’t even know if she knew about it, though from our previous conversations it was definitely something that would be of interest to her. Her grin just got bigger the longer I looked at her.
“Have you ever heard of The Masquerade?” I leaned in to whisper to her. The instant wide eyes and open mouth told me everything I needed to know even before she responded.
“Oh.My.God.Pleasefucking tell me you have been. I have heard about it but I’ve never known anyone who’s been. I would fucking die to be able to go just once. Pleeease, tell me every little dirty detail. Andpleaseseeifyoucangetmeaninvitation,” her words rushed out in a jumbled frenzy.
I couldn't help but chuckle at Eva's wild enthusiasm. It was clear she was just as fucking intrigued by The Masquerade as I had been. Taking a sip of my coffee, I leaned in closer, matching her excitement.
"Alright, alright, calm your tits," I said, trying to contain my own excitement. "Yes, I've been to The Masquerade, and let me tell you, it was a mind-blowing experience like no other."
Eva leaned in, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Spill the goddamn beans! How did you score an invitation? What's it like inside? Are the rumors true?"
Taking a deep breath, I began to share the details of the experience with her, recounting the intense application process, the invitation, the extravagant masks, and the sheer grandeur of the venue.
Eva reclined in her chair, a dreamy look on her face. "Fuck, I can't even begin to imagine what it must have been like. It sounds like pure magic, like something out of a twisted fairy tale."
"It truly was," I agreed, my voice dripping with memories. "But here's the thing, Eva. The Masquerade isn't just about the glitz and glamor. It's about unearthing your darkest desires, about embracing the kinky side of yourself that you usually keep locked away."
Her grin turns wicked. “And did you? Fully embrace all of that?”
I chuckled softly and then carefully adjusting the story I told her about meeting my gods. About the experience I had with the ‘mysterious’ group of three dominants and another submissive. And of course, the second encounter with two of the dominants only days before, leaving out the reason for my flogging, of course.
As I retold the explicit tale, Eva's mouth hung open, except for the occasional squeal that I had to shush her for. By the end, her whole face was flushed, and she fanned herself with one of her thinner textbooks to cool down, while I laughed at her.
Eva leaned in closer, her voice barely a whisper. "I have to go, I need to experience it all for myself."
A mischievous grin spread across my face. "Well, Eva, I might just be able to help you with that. But remember, once you step through those doors, there's no turning back. The Masquerade will change you in ways you can't even fucking imagine."
Eva's eyes flickered with excitement and a touch of apprehension. "I'm ready," she said firmly, determination etched on her face. "I want to discover those hidden desires within myself."
A sense of adventure welled up inside me, knowing that I had the power to introduce Eva to The Masquerade and guide her through this transformative experience. "Alright," I said, my voice filled with anticipation. "I'll do my best to get you an invitation. But remember, it's not just about attending the event, it's about embracing the journey it takes you on."
Eva nodded, her eyes shining with trust. "I trust you, and I know you won't lead me astray. I'm ready for this."
As we finished our coffee and continued discussing the details, I shared with Eva the next steps she needed to take. From submitting an application to receiving an invitation, there were certain applications and other requirements that needed to be followed the same way I had. The path to The Masquerade was shrouded in secrecy, but with my experience, I could guide her through it.
I felt a sense of excitement for her as we made our way to class. I hoped that she would be able to enjoy the experience just as much as I had.
Clearing my mind of all distractions, I focused on my class. It felt like the longest class in all of eternity, but finally the professor dismissed us.
I had a break before my next class, and I was determined to make the most of it.
Parting ways with Eva, who headed in the opposite direction, I made my way to the Art department, hoping to catch my professor during a break between classes. First, I tried his office, but my knock was met with silence. Giving it another shot, I decided to check the room where his previous class had been held.
Quietly pushing the door open, my eyes landed on him immediately. He was busy rearranging some paintings, his back turned towards me. With his hair tied back at the nape of his neck, he exuded an air of focused concentration. Maybe he sensed my presence, because without looking, he called out, "Sorry, but you'll have to catch me during my office hours. Not seeing students right now."
Suppressing a laugh at his statement, knowing damn well how wrong it was, I decided to playfully challenge him. "Are you sure?" I purred, trying my best to inject a husky seductiveness into my voice.
In an instant, he spun towards me, nearly dropping the painting in his hands. His golden eyes widened, capturing my image as I leaned against the closed door. Breathlessly, he whispered, "Star," his voice filled with surprise.
