Page 100 of Wicked Little Secret
He squirts more lube and forces in a second finger to an even shriller squeal from me.
“Are you aware, Miss Oliver, that your tight little asshole sucks at me? It tries to draw me right in. I think you were made for this.”
A moan falls freely from my lips as he slides two fingers into my ass and he kisses the side of my neck.
My body responds in ways beyond my mind’s control.
My hips begin rocking with the pumping motion of his fingers. Arousal coats my pussy lips and heat burns me from the inside. I’ve lost all thought and can barely breathe as a kernel of pleasure is born.
It grows, swelling like a balloon that will soon pop.
Erupt with pleasure.
Professor Adler’s patient, settling me into the penetration of his fingers. He grips my hip and drops a few more kisses on my throat as he tells me how filthy I am.
I’ve been so bad.
“Haven’t you?” he growls. “You deserve to be punished. Don’t you, Miss Oliver?”
“Yes,” I pant, quivering. “I do. Please, do it.”
“That’s what I want to hear. You’re ready.”
He liberally applies more lube, including to the small spade-shaped steel plug, then begins carefully pushing it against my puckered hole.
My mouth falls open as I stand still with hands on the desk and legs spread. The plug breeches me slowly, opening me up more than I’ve ever imagined. The ring of muscle expands to make room for the shiny, slippery toy.
Tremors rock through my body. The room begins to feel like it’s spinning.
Professor Adler kisses the spot behind my ear and slicks another inch inside. “If only you could see this, Miss Oliver. Your ass is swallowing it right up. It’ll be buried deep in no time. You’ll be sitting through my class with it inside you. Only you and I will know.”
The sound I make in response might as well be a babble. I’m flushed and throbbing, braced against the wooden desk or else I’d sink to the ground.
“But,” Professor Adler drawls into my ear, “what would everyone think if they knew? If they found out you were a filthy girl who let your professor insert an anal plug into you minutes before class? What if they found out you’re my filthy little whore?”
“OH!” I scream out as he gives a surprise jerk of the plug.
The stretch sensation has me reeling. My pussy throbsharder, one flick of my clit away from coming. I almost go for it. Take my hands off the desk to pleasure myself.
But I know better.
Professor Adler would love to punish me for it.
Finally, the last of the plug slips inside. The handle rests like a crown between my round ass cheeks.
Professor Adler squeezes my hip to mentally draw me back to him. “Is this too much for you, Miss Oliver? Say the word and I’ll take it out. But you’ll fail. You don’t like to fail, do you?”
No… no… never…
I’m panting as I give a fervent shake of my head to the side.
Mom didn’t raise a failure. I’ve never failed at anything in my life. While being able to take a butt plug wasn’t an achievement I’ve ever imagined I’d pride myself at succeeding in, I refuse to give up now.
“Tell me, Miss Oliver. Yes or no?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “Yes, I can take it.”
“Good girl.”