AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Hell.
My vision goes white before the entire world splinters into shards. I explode into the back of her throat, my muscles shuddering as she swallows around my cockhead.
Stream after stream of hot fluid escapes my dick in bursts. Phoenix moans and groans and gulps but I can barely hear her over my gasping breaths.
I’m cumming and cumming and cumming as though all the climaxes I’ve enjoyed while watching or talking or thinking about her have returned with a vengeance. My knees buckle and only the strength of my leg muscles keep me upright.
As the orgasm fades, she gazes up at me, her eyes unfocused, my cum dribbling down the sides of her mouth.
“Now, may I cum?” she asks.
Phoenix spoke without permission. I can’t let that go unpunished, but I also don’t want to crush that little spirit of rebellion that gave me the best orgasm I’ve had in years.
“Let’s move onto the examination chair,” I say between ragged breaths. “I want to test your responses.”
ChapterEleven
PHOENIX
I fall back on my ass and wince as my stinging buttocks hit the wooden floors.
Professor Segul looms over me in his throne, a vision of masculine grandeur. The tattoos on his bare chest stand out in stark contrast to his skin, and with the red lighting overhead, it almost looks like I’m in the lustful circle of hell.
My throat is raw. My jaw aches. But it’s nothing compared to my pussy’s throbbing need. My clit is so hot, so swollen, and so desperate that the sensation borders on pain.
He didn’t let me play with myself during the blow job, yet the feel of that huge dick in my mouth aroused me beyond reason.
I swirl my tongue around my mouth, chasing his bitter taste, and make a note not to let him cum too deeply down my throat. Next time, I want to savor his cock.
“You will learn soon not to speak without permission.” His sharp voice cuts through my musings.
Blinking, I snap my gaze back up to the professor.
He’s already standing, with his leather pants back in place, looking so composed that I’m beginning to wonder if that blow job was a figment of my imagination.
What happened to the man who moaned and shuddered under my touch?
What happened to the man who lost it when I teased his hard cock with my tongue?
He’s gone, replaced with the stern professor who threw a chair across a lecture theater.
“Any last words before we begin, Miss Stahl?” he asks.
A shiver runs down my spine. I try not to react when it goes straight to my hungry core.
Despite my efforts, I blurt, “When do I get to cum?”
The smile he gives me is so unhinged that my stomach plummets to the floorboards. Instead of speaking, Professor Segul strides across the room, leaving me sitting on the floor like a broken doll.
I turn around, watching him stop at the piece of leather furniture that reminds me of a gynecologist’s chair. It inclines backward, with stirrups on either side and a low stool for the doctor to sit while he performs his examination.
Professor Segul stands behind it and places both hands on the backrest. “You’re going to sit here, and I’ll secure your arms and legs with these leather cuffs. Then I’ll test your responses to a few toys. Understood?”
Heat rushes between my legs, and my heart skips in anticipation. He’s going to return the favor. But will he tie me to that contraption and tease me with his dildos and tongue until my eyes roll to the back of my head?
“Sounds good.” I place my hand on the throne’s seat and push myself up.
“Crawl,” he says, his words as cool as a breeze.
