Page 65 of Little Paper Games
“Kenna??” Jude asked with some trepidation.
“Don’t worry. I actually researched them and have a pair of shears right by the chair here in case something goes wrong,” I whispered against the shell of his ear. He visibly relaxed, nodding his head in agreement. Good. I may have been relatively inexperienced up until a few weeks ago, but that didn’t mean I didn’t have an imagination or that I didn’t know how to google.
“Now, I think your greatest issue here, Mr. Lincoln, is your inability to focus. So, we shall do some practicing.” I moved to the bag I’d left behind my ‘desk’ and began pulling out toys. A small vibrator, a dildo, and the little gemmed anal plug.
“Christ almighty,” he breathed out.
“If I have to remind you of your language, your disrespect, or your inability to focus again, Mr. Lincoln, I will not hesitate to bend you over this desk and use this ruler on that toned ass of yours,” I threatened in what I hoped was a realistic way.
I bent over the desk, lube in hand, and spread my legs wide.
“Now, Mr. Lincoln, concentrate. Focus.” My voice sounded deeper, sultry. I tugged my skirt up over my hips, revealing my naked flesh beneath. I coated my back entrance liberally with lube before holding my cheeks open and letting him see.
“Are you concentrating, Mr. Lincoln?” His breathing had already quickened.
“Yes, Professor,” he all but growled out.
“Good.”
I teased the tip of the plug against my hole and pressed in slowly. I’d used it a few times, enjoying the feeling it gave me. I twirled and twisted it as it went in, arching my back and making sure to put on a show for him.
“Now, Mr. Lincoln. I will allow you to make as much noise as you want. You may speak, even, but you will not be insubordinate. Do we have an understanding? So, no curse words. No derogatory statements. No rudeness. It will not be tolerated,” I instructed. Tugging on the plug just a little to add pressure to my rim and make me feel tingly.
“Understood, Professor. Thank you,” he groaned.
“Tell me how it looks, then,” I instructed, pulling my cheeks apart for him to see the pretty little jewel.
“It looks beautiful, Professor. A pretty jewel covering something far sexier.” His words made me wet.
“Tell me more,” I urged, wiggling my hips back at him.
“I want to take that plug out and lick you. Right there. Until you moan and cum for me,” he admitted with a groan. I stood again, turning to face him and hopping up on the desk. I spread my legs wide, keeping my skirt hitched up over my hips.
“That sounds quite deviant, Mr. Lincoln, but I’ll allow it.” His cock was hard as a rock and already twitching, searching for touch. I grabbed the tiny vibrator and spread my pussy wide for him.
“Keep your focus here.” I kept my eyes on him as I pressed the vibrator onto my clit and groaned. My pussy already felt swollen and wet. Being in control like this was far more arousing than I had planned on.
“Oh God,” he groaned, his hips thrusting as I brought myself to the edge. Right on that edge. I wanted to be filled so badly, but I wanted to draw this out more. I held myself open as my orgasm hit.
“Mmm, I can see you pulsing!” Jude exclaimed. He was trying so hard not to curse. It was delightful. I took a few moments to catch my breath before bringing the dildo over to him. The look of instant fear on his face was comical.
“Calm your tits, Mr. Lincoln. It’s not for you,” I reassured him, before pressing the suction cup end of the dildo to the floor at his feet.
“It’s for me.” I kneeled over the dildo and ripped open the buttons of my blouse. I didn’t give a fuck if it ruined the top. I pulled my breasts out of the bralette cups and exposed myself.
His head threw back on a guttural groan. My skirt was more of a belt than a skirt, leaving me mostly exposed at this point.
“Look at me, Mr. Lincoln.” I positioned myself over the dildo and sank down onto it slowly. I made a bigger show than necessary of it, but I wanted him on fire.
“Here’s how this is going to go,” I spoke breathlessly. The dildo was filling me so well. The stretch was addicting. “You see those demerits on the board? You’ve earned five total. That means I’m going to edge you. Five times.”
The look on his face should have been photographed and shown in an art gallery under the title ‘Torture’. It was glorious.
“I will bring you to the edge and hold you there until you can stand it. Then stop all together until you calm back down. Five. Separate. Times. Any questions?” I searched his face for any real concern, but found none.
“Why?” he finally asked, barely audible. I leaned down so I could speak directly in his ear.
“Because you deserve it, darling.” I chuckled darkly. He shivered, and I swore he got harder.
