“Please,” I sob, realizing it’s the only thing that’s going to give me what I want. “Please, Sir. I need it.”
“Good boy.”
He pushes one finger inside me, and I swear the sensation of being filled alone is enough to have me dangerously close to an edge that I have a feeling I need permission to fall over.
“Oh fuck,” I groan as I push back to take more of him.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he says as his second finger starts teasing against my rim too. “You feel so fucking good. Take what you need.”
I whimper as I dig my fingers into the wood of his desk in an effort to keep my hands where they are. “Will you touch me, please?”
“I am touching you.”
Again, I can hear the amusement in my sadistic teacher’s voice.
With another shameful sob, I shake my head. “Will you please touch my cock, Sir?”
He hums, the sound a deep rumble. “I suppose you do deserve a reward for being such a good boy and asking for what you want.”
I nod as though that will convince him. Except all he does is torture me more when he lightly trails the tip of his finger from my balls up my shaft. I drop my head and let out a whineof frustration. It must sound just pathetic enough that he feels sorry for me because he finally wraps his hand around my cock at the same moment he stretches me open with a second finger. My lips part in a silent cry of pleasure.
Leaning over until his mouth is at my ear, he slowly starts to stroke me.Toofucking slowly. “Don’t you dare come until I tell you to.”
I moan at the feel of his hand around me, his fingers fucking my ass, his panting warm breaths kissing the side of my face. I feel as though I’m about to burst into flames. “I…I can’t. I can’t.”
“Yes, you can. Youwill.”
My hips move all on their own, fucking myself back on his fingers before thrusting into his hand, the pressure building in my balls. “Sir, please!”
“No.”
Fuck, this is worse than the spanking.
The heat intensifies. The tension. Tears leak from my eyes again when I realize I’m not going to be able to hold back much longer.
“Please, Sir,” I sob. “I don’t want to be bad.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” he says, his voice going soft. “I won’t let you be bad.” He places a tender kiss behind my ear again as his strokes turn a little faster. “Come for me.”
He takes the lobe of my ear between his teeth and bites. Between that and his command, I’m utterly powerless but to obey, white-hot pleasure rushing down my spine as my release shoots out of me and all over the side of his desk. He strokes me through it, and it goes on and on and on.
“Fuck,” he groans, his words buzzing in my ears as though I’m underwater. “Your ass feels so good clenching around my fingers. I wish it was my cock.”
My mind is all pleasure drunk as a shiver races through me. I think I wish it was too.
“Come on,” he says as he gently slips his fingers out of me, leaving me feeling strangely hollow. “On your knees before you collapse.”
I let him help me rise off the desk before I basically do collapse even with him guiding me to the floor. My breaths still come hot and heavy as I blink up at him, my soft cock still out and resting against my thigh as I sit back on my heels.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Jackson. You were so good for me.”
Some strange noise born of pleasure and pride slips out. I realize I haven’t responded to him since I had the best damn orgasm of my life, but it seems like he’s willing to forgive me for that right now.
While one hand brushes some of the sweaty hair from my forehead, his other goes to the button of his slacks. I lean into his touch as my mouth waters at the thought of getting to taste him.
I’msocurious how he’ll taste.
When he pulls out his hard cock, I’m thinking maybe it’s a good thing he didn’t fuck me with it after all. It’s not that he’s ridiculously huge, but he’s definitely larger than me with even thicker veins and a wider head. And a hell of a lot bigger than two fingers or anything else I’ve put in my ass. I’m pretty sure he’d split me open if he tried to shove that inside me without lube.
