I can’t stay quiet. “You’re so pretty, Professor Wilde. Using me like you are—God, I’ve always wanted this.”
“Did you fail your test on purpose just to be punished by me?”
“I did,” I whine, fully embracing our roleplay. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know how else to get your attention.”
“You could have asked me for private tutoring,” she pants,pauses her movements, and in one fell swoop her pussy swallows me.
“Unghhhh,” I moan, my brain completely lost and unable to form coherent thoughts.
A fresh zap of electricity pulses through me as she bounces on my cock and tweaks my nipples—pulling them taut against the thick leather strap on my chest. My hot Domme girlfriend was on to something tying me up like this, because I’m testing the limits of these restraints. The need to hold her hips and fuck fuckfuckinto her is killing me, but watching her ride me like a queen is something I could write albums of music about.
Renée grabs the wand from beside my hip and turns it on before pressing it to her clit. Immediately her walls tighten around my buried cock. “Fuck yes,” I breathe. “You’re so fucking hot like that. Take everything from me.”
She doesn’t require my permission to come but she explodes right then. Her pussy flutters around my length, and I’m dangerously close to following in her footsteps. Fiery tresses of hair swing down from her pony tail as she hunches over me, riding every last convulsion to its end. Without opening her eyes, she switches off her wand and tosses it back on the bed.
“You did,” she breathes, “so good.”
Yay, I did it.“Thank you for using me.”
Her soft body falls over me and she has to slide off my cock to reach my mouth for a kiss. My toes curl. It’s always thrilling when we lock lips. From little pecks to ravenous makeout sessions against a wall, every single one is a dopamine rush. I will never tire of kissing this woman.
When we come up for air, her eyes are hooded in lust and she plays with the stubble at my chin. “I can’t believe how perfect you are for me, Jonah.”
The cartoon hearts are back and burst all around me. “Why do you think I never left you alone?”
“Because you have a thing for chesty little redhead professors.”
“Hey.” I furrow my brow. “Don’t forget about the glasses.”
Big, snorting laughter erupts between us, and there’s something special about the way we’re paired in this moment. When I dreamed of us, I never imagined moments as perfect as this. Me, naked as the day I was born, my limbs bound. And her, draped over my chest, head in my neck, our bodies shaking in laughter.
“How are you doing with all this, baby? This is probably more than you’re used to.”
I huff, “I’m having a great time.”
Renée draws circles on my chest, her face serene. “And... you enjoyed it when I played with your ass?”
Heat flushes my face, and it takes me a second to form the right words. “It surprised me how much I enjoyed that.”
“I’m glad,” she says, and hops off to dig through her toy bag. “Because there’s more where that came from.”
“Oh, really?” I grin. “What’s next, a butt plug?”
“Better,” she replies with her back turned. She fiddles with something before spinning on her heel and holding a strappy harness with a pink dildo attached. “Pegging.”
“You wanna put a dildo in my butt?!”
She smiles like a kid on Christmas. “I do. A cute one too. And look.” She steps closer to give me a better view. “It’s just a little one—perfect for beginners.”
“Beginners? What’s the biggest one you have?” She goes back to her bag of kink and rifles through—occasionally murmuring things to herself before turning. My mouth drops when she displays an enormous dildo like she’s a showgirl onThe Price is Right. It’s three different shades of green, complete with balls and a suction cup at the base. “That’s a tree trunk!”
“I call him The Troll,” she says affectionately, and tucks the monster away in what I have gathered is her equipmentbag. “Don’t worry.” She winks. “We’ll work you up to that.” My mouth is suddenly dry and I swallow. This amuses her, and she plants a kiss on my forehead. “You’re so cute when you’re nervous.”
“Now back to this.” She dangles the strap-on between us. “Personally, I think you’d look rather beautiful taking me, but we don’t have to.”
“But you want to?”
“Only if you do. Pegging isn’t a deal-breaker, Jonah. It makes me feel powerful, but not at the expense of your limits.”
