Brenn finished rebuttoning his shirt while Iris still lounged on the bed. He picked up her red panties from the floor and put them in the pile with the rest of her clothes.

"We need to get to work. We still have three hours." said Brenn.

Iris appreciated that he took the time to say it. The modeling sessions were meant to be three hours, and he was causally letting her know that she wasn't being paid for the encounter they just had. She made her way to the sink, ostensibly naked, and washed her face and removed her ornamental bra and placed it with her other clothes.

Iris's left butt cheek bared a bright pink handprint which stood out noticeably against her skin. The print would fade quickly, but Brenn had grabbed her so hard that the tips of three of the fingers were starting to bruise. He was very rough with her and, though she enjoyed herself considerably, she was becoming very sore as the afterglow subsided. But her discomfort was manageable and pleased her slightly -- a reminder of how he finished. Brenn was strong and when he ejaculated, the man held her extremely tight. She was trapped, his to be taken. She could only shudder helplessly beneath. It made her smile to think of it.

"We'll use the chaise today." Brenn said in a placid voice.

He had already set up his easel and was waiting for her, dressed in only his slacks. Iris walked to the chaise and hopped on. Brenn threw her a white sheet.

"Wrap this around yourself. You don't need to cover up completely. I'm just trying to add some variety to the composition." he said.

She took the sheet from him and threw one end over her shoulder and wrapped the other around her midsection. Iris climbed onto the chaise, laying on her stomach. Brenn noticed the purpling bruises on her butt.

"So, is there anything you want to ask me?" Brenn said.

"Like what?" Iris replied. She was resting her head on her arms which were folded in front of her.

"Well, now that a certain context has been removed. At least temporarily, maybe there's something that you wanted to ask me but hadn't."

"What do I call you?" She blurted out.

"Like my name? What do you want to call me?"

"The 'J' stands for Jack, right?"

"Please don't call me Jack. That was my dad's name. He was an asshole. People just call me Jay or Brenn. By the way, how old are you?"

"Twenty."

Brenn lowered his head and shook it disappointedly.

"What?" asked Iris.

"Nothing, you're perfect. I was just resenting my old man but realized that I might be turning into him. Anything else you wanted to know?"

"Am I the first model you've, been with?"

"You are the third person who I've had sex with who was modeling for me. But the other two times I was in ongoing relationships with them. This situation is uncharted territory for both of us."

They continued to talk while he drew her -- today working with oil pastels. It was the first time they had a real conversation. Brenn called Iris out on her taskmaster kink, letting her know that he was happy to oblige but she shouldn't be afraid to talk to him. He didn't need to control her. The Professor even expressed regret for the pillow stunt, he foolishly assumed she would enjoy it.

She wanted to ask Brenn everything about his family and life and where he grew up. He answered a few questions for her but then forced Iris to talk a little about herself. She wasn't quite sure what to say. She was a business major and a vegetarian and at that point in the conversation, with most people, she would have started to talk about Eddie. But she wasn't going to bring him into this. So, she got quiet for a little bit.

The phone alarm went off, ending the session. Brenn was still working on the picture.

"You can get up. I'm just finishing one little bit." he said.

Iris stood up and walked to the easel. She now felt free with him, as much because of their conversation as the sex. She came up behind him and draped an arm over his shoulder and rested her chin on the opposite, her breasts pressed warmly into his bare back. The picture was beautiful, and it made her feel beautiful.

"When do you need me again?" she whispered into his ear.

"That is actually an important question. I will need you for a lot of sessions for this show. If you can spare the time." he said.

"I'm happy to. I do want to be careful about how many classes I miss though."

Brenn scribbled his number on a sketchpad and ripped off the section of paper.

"Here, you can text me to communicate. I'm pretty swamped with faculty responsibilities for the next week, but I'm hoping to have you in for a couple of sessions."

She took the paper and got dressed.

Iris made it to her last class of the day and spent the evening in with Eddie. She was starting to compartmentalize her time, not wanting to break up with Eddie, but knowing she couldn't stop seeing Brenn. Iris was making the only choice she could, and hoped she wouldn't have to hurt her boyfriend.

"You smell nice today." Said Eddie.

"I had to shower this afternoon between classes. I was stinky." said Iris. It was the truth. She smelled of sex and sweat after leaving Brenn.

The couple cuddled on his bed, watching some dumb straight-to-streaming rom-com. Eddie was tired. He spent the last couple hours moving his art project. It was going very well, for the most part. In the past week he thought he might even be done soon and showed his design teacher his progress. Professor Olsten really liked how the project was going but suggested one change. Unfortunately for Eddie, there were two problems with the suggestion. First, it essentially entailed restarting what he had done entirely. Second, it was something Eddie had long been considering before his Design Professor suggested it. So, Eddie restarted his project.

The next week was a blur for Eddie, just moving his stuff out of the annex and into the new room was time consuming. Additionally, he needed to keep up with his classes and put in enough hours at his part time job that they wouldn't stop scheduling him. The reality was that Iris had drawn the short straw when it came to his schedule, even with his improved studio time slot.

He assumed that she noticed this since, two nights in the past week, she had fallen asleep in his room. It was something that they tried to avoid because the dorm rules forbade it. But she seemed tired lately and, when she tucked herself up against him, he could never kick her out. They were frustrating nights though, the couple hadn't done anything sextual since that intense hand job and it was a struggle for Eddie -- lying next to her, touching her, smelling her. He cuddled up to her, occasionally planting a kiss on the nape of her neck but she never reciprocated his forays.

Wednesday evening Eddie worked on his project in studio. The piece was nothing groundbreaking, but it was ambitious and well executed enough that it could impress at the student art exhibition. The raised topography of the new piece was a bit of extra work, but because he had the original attempt as a guide map for the composition, he progressed quickly. The bulk of the work involved him cutting to-size pieces of thick bristol board. He used tin snips to make the cuts easier, but the work still made his hands sore. As he cut, the snips generated a loud droning sound on the board.

He finished cutting the rough outline for a crescent shape and an odd effect occurred. The droning noise of the tin snips seemed to have a faint echo. He cut another shape, and the same thing seemed to happen, but it didn't make any sense because the echo continued. Eddie walked over to check his phone thinking the sound might be a podcast might have been playing on low volume, but that wasn't it. He listened carefully and the noise clarified. It came from the next room. It was sex.

Next door, Iris was trying to keep her voice down, but her low husky moan persisted as she made-out with Brenn. He sat in a plain wooden chair, and she straddled him -- his unbelted slacks and underwear down about his ankles. Iris was clad in a tight graphic tee and a pair of knee-high athletic socks. She had largely stopped wearing bras recently and her nipples poked out in sharp relief against the thin cotton shirt. She moved her hips in a slow orderly rhythm. They were trying something new. He was inside of her as usual, but she was in control. The chair groaned steadily below them -- reverberating into the floor.

Despite his busy schedule, this was the fourth time the two had met outside of class in the past week. Brenn really didn't plan to have sex that evening. He had a block of time free, and Iris was generous enough to skip her night class to model. He started the clock and was prepping his area when Iris began kissing him. He mentioned that the clock was running and that she really didn't want him to be paying her for what she was attempting to initiate. Iris started rubbing his crotch and told Brenn she would pay him $200 to fuck her, and that ended the negotiations. In spite of his protests, Brenn had a condom with him, just in case.

In control for the first time, Iris was very slow taking in all of Brenn's length. But now that he was in there, she just wanted to enjoy it.

"Is it alright, how I'm doing this?" she asked. Giving him a slightly pouty face and a smile.

This relationship had been the actual thrill of the Professor's life, and she had no idea.

"I don't have a complaint in the world. You just keep going." Brenn replied coolly.

She leaned back slightly, placing her palms on his knees behind her for balance, her hair hanging down in long careless curls. He took the opportunity to pull up her shirt and gently thumb her left nipple. Brenn watched as her reaction changed. She loved when he touched her nipples, and her hips quickened their pace in response.

Eddie listened curiously from the adjacent room as Iris's moans poured from the wall vent. He was unwitting to the fact that it was her, but the cadence of her voice conjured Iris's image in his mind. Eddie spent the past week in a state of general sextual frustration and his girlfriend's escalating moans were pushing him to the brink.

Iris giggled and pulled off her shirt. Brenn had popped his head below the shirt to give his mouth access to her breasts. She appreciated the effort, but he was unsuccessful, getting his head stuck in the process. She discarded the shirt and kissed him sympathetically for his failed attempt. She was pleased at how comfortable they now were but decided they had played around long enough. Still straddling him, she straightened her legs and placed her feet flat on the floor. Gradually, she began to raise and lower herself upon him.

Brenn got a little nervous. In their previous encounters, he had been very successful getting her to climax before he did. But Iris hadn't climaxed today and when she changed her motion, he was immediately aware he wouldn't last long. Her pace accelerated and she started to verbalize.

"Come for me. Please!" she begged, ruefully. Wrapping her arms around his neck and using the leverage to enhance her motion -- rolling her hips euphorically upon him.

On hearing that, Eddie left his studio for a dinner break. Knowing he would likely masturbate in his dorm first.

Brenn got over his nerves quickly. Iris continued to ride him, and he accepted that she was in control -- raising his hips to meet her. She could tell how close he was and wanted him to lose control. Iris pumped herself harder.

"H-eh!" She sighed, out of time herself.

The tandem orgasmed simultaneously. She was riding so eagerly that Brenn slipped out of her briefly during the climax. She grabbed his ejaculating member and shoved him back inside -- instinctively desperate to finish the orgasm with him as deep inside of her as possible.