Page 30 of Shattered Stars
She rests a knee on the mattress and leans over me, her hair tickling against my skin, her scent doing the same in my nostrils. She yanks on the chains, checking the strength and my cock twitches with her proximity. But she doesn’t stay, she leans away and resumes her place by the side of the bed.
“Not planning to join me here, Miss Blackwaters?”
She smiles all coyly and my blood heats several tens of degrees. Then her hands are at the neck of her blouse, slowly threading the first button through the fastening. The stupid uniform has always looked sinful on her. I’ve dreamed so many times of ripping open her blouse, of burying my face between her tits, of lifting that tiny skirt of hers and discovering everything wet and hot beneath.
I growl, watching as she undoes more and more buttons, the blouse falling open and her bra coming into view next, her tits almost spilling out of the tight thing.
“You want me to take that off for you, Miss Blackwaters?” I ask, loving the way those tits jiggle as she shimmies the blouse down her arms.
“Your hands are bound, Professor.”
“I could use my teeth.”
She flashes me another coy little smile and then she toes off her shoes and turns her back to me. She bends in half, her skirt riding up the back of her thighs and flashing me her panties. Then she tucks her thumbs into the tops of her socks, caressing the soft milky skin there, and rolls them down her legs. Fuck, Iwant to do that. I want to roll them down and follow after with my tongue, lick her right the way down to the tip of her toe and back up again to her pussy.
She kicks the socks away and now she’s standing in just her bra and her skirt. She looks incredible with her hair braided loosely, her eyes dark, her lips pink and parted.
“Take your panties off and come sit on my cock, Miss Blackwaters. Like a good girl.”
“No,” she says, shaking her head. “I’m in charge, not you, remember, Professor?”
I groan, taking back my earlier thoughts. Thisisa suitable punishment. In fact, it’s torture. My bond strains for her, my cock aches for her pussy and I feel like my balls might explode. But despite how much she must feel me longing for her through our bond, she’s determined to continue with this torturous strip show, this time undoing the button at the waist of her skirt and stepping out of it. Now she’s in just her underwear.
I wait hungrily as she twists away from me a second time and reaches around to snap open her bra. She lets the straps fall down her arms and the garment tumble to the floor. My gaze trails down her beautiful back and my heart thumps in my chest. I’ve seen her breasts before. I know how stunning they are. Full and round with pink pert little nipples I want to suck into my mouth. And yet, my pulse is still racing, waiting for another glance.
“Miss Blackwaters,” I groan. But she doesn’t turn around yet, instead she squeezes her breasts in both her hands before hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and gliding them achingly slowly down her legs. This time I’m rewarded with the glorious view of her ass – something I’d give anything to slap right now. When she straightens up, she gives a little wiggle, making her ass cheeks jiggle.
I hold my breath waiting for her to turn around and walk my way.
Once again, she surprises me. She remains exactly where she is, a foot away. Instead, I’m forced to lie here and watch as she slides her right hand down her body and then around to the front of her body. She moans and I can guess exactly where her hand has ended up – right where I want to fucking be.
“Are you touching yourself, sweetheart?” I ask, the desperation clear in my voice.
She doesn’t answer but I can tell by the movement of her hand and the little noises that start to bubble from her throat that she is.
“Fuck,” I mutter. “Fuck, Miss Blackwaters, turn around and let me see.”
She continues to ignore me, those noises becoming louder, the movement of her hand more frantic. I swear I can even hear the squelch of her wet pussy. Fuck, I can imagine just how wet she is, can almost taste that on the end of my tongue.
I groan and tip back my head in frustration.
“Miss Blackwaters, get your peachy ass over here right now!”
“No!” she moans, her legs beginning to shake, color racing all over her body, her magic sparking in the air, pleasure swooping through her bond.
I yank against the chains, desperate to see what she’s doing to herself, how exactly she’s touching herself, wanting her to do that right over my face, wanting to add my tongue and my mouth to her pleasure.
“Oh Stars,” she cries out and I grunt again, trying to blast my magic through the chains this time. But I’m too frustrated, too aroused, and I make a mess of it, her tight chains keeping me locked in place.
A long drawn-out sigh rushes from her lips, her hand stills and then her body jolts with waves of bliss.
“Blackwaters,” I plead, “please, please come here. Please let me see you, touch you, fuck you.”
I try again with my magic but it collides with hers.
“You promised,” she moans as she continues to massage between her legs. “You promised.”
“Fuck, Fuck! But you’re so … I’m so … so fucking hard. Come here and let me show you just how hard.”
