“Oh,” I gasped, because it felt… good. Shamefully, intensely good. The fullness, the constant pressure, the way it made me hyperaware of that forbidden place—it all sent sparks of sensation radiating through my core.
Then I felt Mike’s hand cover mine where it still rested on the base of the plug. His fingers intertwined with mine, and he began to move the plug—not removing it, but shifting it, angling it, creating new sensations that made my knees nearly buckle.
“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice low and dark.
The words hit me like lightning. I was going to come. I knew it with absolute certainty—this was going to be even bigger than the orgasm over his lap, even more overwhelming than anything I’d ever felt.
Mike pushed firmly against the base of the plug, driving it deeper, and then his lips were at my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “I can’t wait to have my cock here,” he whispered. “Can’t wait to feel you squeeze around me while you take it.”
The orgasm crashed through me like a tidal wave. I screamed—an actual scream torn from my throat—as every muscle in my body convulsed. My sealed pussy clenched so violently I thought I might pass out, my anus gripping the plug with rhythmic pulses I couldn’t control. The sensation radiated outward from my core in waves that seemed to go on forever, each one more intense than the last.
My arms gave out and I collapsed forward onto the mattress, my whole body shaking uncontrollably. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but feel as the orgasm continued to roll through me in aftershocks that left me gasping and sobbing into the comforter.
Through the haze, I heard a beep from Mike’s phone.
“What…” I managed weakly, my voice muffled against the bed. “What was that?”
“Your sensor,” Mike said, and I could hear the satisfaction in his voice. His hand stroked my back in small soothing movements. “It just confirmed that you’ve had a breakthrough in the amount of sexual arousal your body can feel.”
I couldn’t process the words. My mind felt like it was floating somewhere outside my body, disconnected from the trembling mess of sensation that was my physical form. The plug in my bottom sent constant sparks of awareness through my core, and my sealed pussy still clenched with aftershocks.
Mike’s hands moved to my hips, gently guiding me onto my side on the mattress. He climbed onto the bed beside me and gathered me against his chest, his arms wrapping around me with surprising tenderness. One hand stroked my hair while the other rubbed slow circles on my back.
“Breathe, sweetheart,” he murmured against the top of my head. “Just breathe. You’re safe. I’ve got you.”
I found myself curling into him, my face pressed against his chest, my body still trembling uncontrollably. His warmth surrounded me, grounding me, pulling me back from wherever I’d gone during that devastating orgasm. The hand in my hair continued its gentle stroking, and I felt tears streaming down my face for reasons I couldn’t quite name.
“That’s it,” Mike said softly. “Let it out. You did so well, Laura. I’m so proud of you.”
The praise made something warm bloom in my chest even as I continued to cry. I didn’t know why I was crying—from relief, from shame, from the overwhelming intensity of what had just happened. Maybe all of it at once. But Mike just held me, patient and steady, letting me come apart in his arms.
Gradually, my breathing steadied. My trembling subsided to occasional shivers. The fog in my mind began to clear, and I became aware of where I was—naked in Mike’s arms, the plug still seated in my bottom, my face wet with tears pressed against his expensive sweater.
“Better?” he asked, the warmth in his tone seeming to warm my body, too.
I nodded against his chest, not quite trusting my voice yet.
“Good.” His hand moved from my hair to cup my chin, tilting my face up to look at him. His eyes held mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. “I want to talk to you about something.”
My stomach flipped. What now? What else could he possibly want after everything that had already happened tonight?
“You mentioned earlier that you were interested in philanthropy software,” Mike said, and the shift in topic was so unexpected that I blinked in confusion. “Like I told you, I’ve been thinking about that. About ways to use my resources more meaningfully.”
I stared at him, trying to make my brain function properly. He wanted to talk about software? Now?
“I want you to come up with a proposal,” he continued, his thumb stroking my jaw. “For developing a philanthropy app.”
CHAPTER 15
Laura
I felt my forehead crease. “A proposal? For an app?”
“Yes.” Mike’s thumb continued its gentle stroking along my jaw. “I want you to design something ambitious. Something that could actually make a difference. Don’t worry about budget constraints or technical limitations—just think big. What would the ideal philanthropy platform look like?”
I stared at him, my mind struggling to shift gears from what we’d just done to… software development? “I don’t understand. Why would you?—”
“Because you’re smart,” he said simply. “Because you were passionate when you talked about it at the café. And because I think you need something productive to focus on.” His expression softened. “I think you’ve been drifting, Laura. Probably since you got to college and the world opened up for you and you weren’t sure which way to go. I want to give you a project. Something meaningful.”
