AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Sitting up, I pulled her hips apart just to feast on her beauty. I could see she was resisting the urge to snap her knees together.
“Don’t,” I murmured, trailing my fingers on her thighs. “You have no idea how stunning you look, Rory. Just as you are.”
Her eyes softened.
“That idiot who hurt you?” I grinned. “He was the broken one.”
With that, I ran my thumb over her panties, making her gasp. Burying my face between her legs, I began stroking her pussy over the thin lace, taking long licks, feeling her grow wetter through the fabric.
“Oh, my. Professor, I—”
I pushed the panties aside and dipped a finger into her wetness. It responded in kind, suckling and clenching against me.
One finger became two, and I began thrusting them in and out, alternating between fast and slow, light and hard.
A low noise broke out in her throat, and she swayed and arched her hips for more. My fingers began moving with more force, and when the time felt right, I crooked them forward.
Her hips shot up and her eyes rolled back in her head. I restarted the thrusts and felt her body seize under me. She grabbed the sheets, needing to pull at anything as she climaxed around my fingers.
“Yes, Professor, yes!”
I put my palm on her lower belly to hold her down as my fingers pistoned in and out of her. Her body jerked, and she let out little mewls as her orgasm stretched and consumed her.
There was so much more that I wanted to do.
I wanted the taste of her to linger in my mind long into the hours of the morning. Like a crumpled rose in a book, or a letter long lost.
I picked her up and carried her to the desk in the corner of the room.
“Kneel against it, your back to me.”
As she faced the front, I opened one of the drawers and took out what I needed. I’d bought this two days ago, wondering if I’d ever have the chance to use it.
It had made me feel silly then, but now?
Completely at my mercy, Rory positioned her hips so that all of her ass was on full display for me. I cupped, squeezed, and pinched her breasts until her moans became cries.
“Spread your legs, Rory.”
She obliged.
“Give in to whatever sensations you feel,” I whispered. “Lust, desire, whatever consumes you. Let it take ownership of who you are.”
“Yes, Sir.” She moaned. “I give myself to you.”
28
Rory
The first impression I got was a slight sting that made me moan in surprise and pleasure. “What?” I stammered, holding on to the table for dear life. “What was that?”
“That, my darling,” he snarled lovingly against my ear, “is a little toy to please you as I control you. To make you mine.”
He ran the tip of the toy—it felt like a rope of some kind—across my back, down to my ass, and over my legs. I’d never known pleasure of this kind before.
Elijah ran the whip-like thing over my feet and calves. Soon, he was holding me by the neck, pushing me down so my hips were turned up.
I felt his mouth go down there. This time, he didn’t stop to play. I felt my panties sliding off, and then his long tongue licked the folds and filled my senses.
