Page 115 of Wicked Little Secret
“Hush, Miss Oliver. Speak when spoken to,” he scolds from behind me. He slaps my ass for added affect. “First the plug. Then me. Trust me when I say, taking me in your ass will be no easy feat.”
“Your dick?” I mutter.
“Yes, every inch,” he says. He bends forward to press a kiss on the center of my dewy spine. “You will be so full, you won’t know what to do with yourself. It’ll be quite the accomplishment. You’ll definitely be earning passing marks in my class after this.”
I tug my bottom lip between my teeth as, once again, anticipation builds.
The lube spreads along my ass, slicks between thecheeks, gathers at my puckered hole. He takes his time massaging me, teasing me with his thumb poking inside and his other fingers lightly fondling my swollen, neglected pussy.
I’m expecting the plug to push inside when instead a buzz starts up.
Professor Adler reaches around me, grabbing my hand and placing a smooth, buzzing, phallic-shaped device in my hand.
A vibrator.
He guides me between my spread legs until it’s against my clit, biting my shoulder for good measure.
“Keep this here,” he commands. “If you take it away, you will be penalized.”
“Y-yes, Professor.”
Thank god.
I try to play it cool as I really want to sigh in relief. The vibrator feels so damn good against my clit after being ignored for so long. I stay propped up on my hand and knees, thankful I’m finally able toalmostget off again.
“Oh, and Miss Oliver?”
“Yes, Professor?”
“If it wasn’t already obvious, no coming. If you come, you will be penalized.”
Ugh. Of course!
“Yes, Professor,” I warble out, trying to mask my disappointment.
But then I concentrate on how good the vibrator feels buzzing against my achy clit and I’m sinking into pleasure again.
With no sight to distract me, it becomes all I know. The tingling sensation the toy draws out of me.
Professor Adler’s behind me, still lubing me up and preparing me for…
I shudder along with the vibrator at the thought.
“Stay still,” he commands. “Breathe. The easier you make this going in, the better it will be for you.”
I do as he says, breathing and focusing on the tingling sensation in my clit. The plug prods against my other hole, slathered in lube.
Despite some initial resistance, it slips past the ring of muscle, my hole stretching to allow the thick toy inside. I bite down on my bottom lip and find myself shuddering again, even though Professor Adler warned against it.
“Miss Oliver, what did I say?” he asks, gripping my hip. He works the plug in deeper with the other hand.
“No m-moving… oh! It’s… big.”
“It’s the medium plug again,” he says. “But, yes, it’s a lot for you. You’ll adjust in time.”
I groan as it roots itself inside me, heavy and intrusive. Suddenly, the vibrator isn’t enough against how achy and full the plug makes me feel. I urge myself to remain calm and breathe through the sensation, but it becomes everything I feel.
My lungs refuse to let me draw another breath. Heat flushes my body, and the entire room turns into a furnace.