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She tried to talk around the dildo and her eyes went wide.
I held up my hand. "You will wear this until the noon meal, getting used to the feel of a big cock on your tongue. It's not long, so you don't have to worry about not breathing. I wouldn't put anything in like this if it was dangerous."
She made some sounds I couldn't understand.
"I've tied it behind you so you can't take it out, not because it's a punishment. Obviously you can reach behind and undo it, but I'm sure you can imagine the consequences if you did." I raised an eyebrow at the mutiny I could see in her gaze. "It's there so you just can't push it out with your tongue, in the same way you wouldn't be able to push out my cock when I feed it to you."
I lifted her up off my lap and went over to the table, picked up another tiny bell. "Put this in the pocket of your skirt. You are not to remove the dildo from your mouth unless there is an absolute emergency. Uncomfortable is not an emergency. Vomiting is. If you are uncomfortable and need to get my attention, just ring the bell. I will never leave you alone when it is tied. Nod your head if you understand."
She nodded, but didn't appear pleased.
I ran my knuckles over the smooth skin of her breast, then the nipple. "You please me, Tessa. Very much." Her eyes slipped closed and she moaned when I gave the tip a little tug.
"I will be at my desk in the library working for a few hours, so you may entertain yourself as you wish." I continued to work her nipple as I spoke. "Perhaps you'd like to sit and play with your nipples? You seem to enjoy it."
Tessa
He left me, left me, with a cock stuffed in my mouth! I could feel the drool beginning to pool at the corner of my lips. The object was wide, wide enough that I felt like a caught fish. It was uncomfortable for my jaw, but it didn't go in deep, not like his cock had, or the one affixed to the wall.
I grudgingly had to admit I was troubled with taking his cock in all the way. He was so big and when he went in deep I couldn't breathe. He pulled back quickly enough, being cautious, but I panicked. Every time he bumped the back of my throat I all but thrashed against his muscled thighs, but he wouldn't relent until he'd come in my mouth. And now he'd affixed one to the bar with the bell. A bell! I was to take it again and again until I was skilled enough to please him. When would that be? Would I ever? Cole didn't seem to mind that I needed practice and helped me come as I did so. If I was able to come every time I sucked his cock, or a dildo, was it really so horrible?
I wasn't keen on having Doctor Graham asking me embarrassing questions and watching me come, but when Cole's fingers had circled my clit, I'd become lost solely in his touch and I hadn't cared. I hadn't cared about anything but what his h
and was doing. How he made me feel. Over and over again he made me feel...wonderful.
I clenched down, thinking about the two orgasms I'd just achieved. I felt the plug in my bottom. Fortunately, it was so much smaller than the ones Cole had inserted before, but it went in deeply, which was a completely new sensation. It felt like a cock was filling me up. I rubbed the skin on my cheek where the leather strap touched. I was just supposed to spend the morning like this? I ran my tongue over the smooth wood. It felt like a cock, but it wasn't the same. It didn't taste like Cole, wasn't hot like Cole's cock, but it certainly was a reminder of him. The nipple he'd touched and pulled on was tightly furled. It tingled and pleasure shot down to the space between my thighs, the space still so wet from his seed that I could feel the slippery wetness on my thighs. Every time I took a step, the pulsing there, that beginning feeling when Cole touched me, when he fucked me, built a little bit more.
What was happening to me? Cole had given me my pleasure twice - once in his lap with Doctor Graham watching and then when he'd fucked me as I held onto the bar...and sucked the wooden cock.
I should be running away, fearful of what Cole was making me become, just as Henrietta and my mother had said, but I couldn't. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to part my legs and use his fingers on me. I wanted him to touch my breasts and do wicked things to them. If that made me wanton, then so be it. I would never measure up to the impossible standards of my family. I realized now I only had to make Cole happy.
The way I felt, I needed to focus on this pleasure that was building within me. It started when Cole tugged on my nipple. No, that was wrong. It hadn't stopped from the second time he'd made me come when I'd touched the bell with my nose. I'd never lost the urge, the need to come again. I'd never been truly sated. Cole was arousing something in me that made me insatiable, and it was wonderful.
I rubbed my legs together and moaned, and my tongue slid over the bottom of the dildo. Oh, yes. I needed more. I went over to the chair where I'd sat upon Cole's lap and considered how to get comfortable. I couldn't sit directly on my bottom; the plug would push in too deeply. What if I positioned myself on my knees? If I faced the back of the chair it might work. I lifted my skirt so I could kneel, gripped the soft fabric on the high back.
My breasts bumped against the chair and I moaned. Oh, that felt good! My nipples tightened even more, if that were possible, and were so unbearably achy. I rubbed them back and forth against the cushion to ease the ache, but all it did was build the pulse in that little nub between my legs, that hard point that was the center of my pleasure.
I had to touch it. I had to add to this feeling. I needed more. More. Reaching beneath my skirt, I encountered Cole's thick seed mixed with my own juices. I ran my fingers over my woman's place until I found that spot. Yes, there! I touched it, circled it. Worked it with my fingers. One hand wouldn't do. I needed both of them. I leaned into the soft back of the chair, my breasts compressed beneath my weight. It did nothing to ease the ache in my nipples. Using two hands, I mimicked what Cole had done to me earlier when I sat upon his lap, slipping one, then two fingers up into my channel, the other upon my clit. I worked myself with both hands, shifting my hips into them, trying to learn what felt good, what would make me feel even better.
I closed my eyes and let the need to come be my guide. I could hear the wet slurps of my fingers in my pussy along with the bell in my pocket tinkling with each shift of my hips, the slight abrasion of the seat as I rubbed my nipples into it, felt my skin dampen with sweat as I worked my body. All at once I came, my own wetness coating my fingers, my lips squeezing the dildo in my mouth as I screamed. It was like an all consuming wave of pleasure knocked me down, sucked the breath from my lungs and left me reeling with a relief so incredible I couldn't remain upright.
"I heard the bell and came running, darlin'. You had a different kind of emergency, didn't you?" Cole said from the doorway.
I slumped down in the chair, leaning sideways, not surprised at my husband's appearance. He squatted down beside me and ran his knuckles over my sweaty cheek, then lower over my breast.
With lids half closed, I glanced at him, worried he'd be upset with me for scaring him, or for pleasuring myself for that matter, but the look on his face was anything but angry. He was aroused, just as I was. I was still terribly needy, even with my slick fingers buried between my thighs. My orgasm had helped, but my breasts were still swollen and achy, my pussy lonely without a cock in it.
I thrust my chest forward into his hand, hoping he'd get the hint and continue to touch me.
"Need more?"
I nodded emphatically. Yes.
"You need my help, darlin'?
I nodded again. Yes, please!
He stood and opened his pants, pulling out his cock. "Back up on your knees like you were."
