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He squeezed my breast for a bit before seemingly growing impatient and slipping his hand under the neckline of the black dress I wore.
Dallas’ hands were big and strong as they touched to the supple flesh of my breast. His fingers kneaded into the flesh at first, then found the small, hard nub that was my nipple at this point. He pinched it. Softly, at first, but then a bit tighter as he tugged it away from my body just a bit. Like all other forms of pain this man had caused me, it was accompanied by an overwhelming sensation of intrigue and giddiness as well.
I hissed out a breath through my teeth to conquer the pain, then went with my gut and spoke the words my mind was screaming for me to voice, "Th-Thank you, Master…"
I could hear his voice follow suit, low and gruff in my ear as he continued to pound in and out of me from behind, "Now you’re learning." He released his grasp from my throat and moved to take a handful of my hair once again, yanking it back which sent a sharp pain all throughout my scalp. I yelped, but didn’t speak a word. At that moment, I was so enveloped in the staggering feeling that was suddenly taking over my body. It felt much like what I experienced when Dallas was fingering me moments ago. I tightened up, trying to hold it back, but it was as if I could feel some storm clouds approaching within my body, slowly creeping up on me.
Ready to burst.
"Can I c-cum? Please, Master!" I yelled out, no longer a care in the world if anyone heard me. All I cared for was my pleasure, his pleasure, and wishing that I would feel this full for a long time to come.
There were a few moments of silence. Well not necessarily silence but moments where all I could hear was his flesh slapping against my own in repeated motions. That pressure building up inside of me only got more and more intense with every single thrust. Then finally Dallas yanked my hair so that my head was leaning as far back as it possibly could. He whispered in my ear, "Cum for me, whore."
And I’m not sure exactly what happened. His words almost seemed to push me over the edge of insanity. The pressure inside of my body spread like wildfire to every single inch. All of my muscles tightened up and clenched and something of a spiral of untouched bliss ran straight up from my pussy and through every ligament and morsel of my body. I moaned loudly. Or perhaps to his ears it was more of a screech or a scream. Either way, it was a pure sound of impurity. Then, all of a sudden, my body relaxed into the most serene state it had possibly ever been in.
Dallas kept thrusting himself in and out of me. I no longer felt the build-up, but there was still pleasure with each time he entered my hole. I could hear him taking in and releasing shallow breaths, I could hear him groaning and moaning, and at last a mumble came from his lips from behind me, "Oh, yeah.. I’m… I’m cumming.."
He pulled out and I felt a sticky warm slosh on my left ass cheek, just where he had spanked me brutally over and over again. For some odd reason, I felt the need to moan lightly at the feeling of it there. Dallas breathed heavily for a few moments, and then I could feel his presence as he walked away from me.
I was exhausted.
Slowly and carefully, I tried to turn around, but stumbled slightly. It was then I heard the low voice order me, "Don’t move." I followed his instructions, remaining pressed up against the desk, standing as still as I could. It wasn’t long before he was behind me against, pressing a soft cloth against my ass cheek and wiping away his cum. He then placed his hands on both of my shoulders and turned me around to face him.
My eyes met his and the passion in his nearly sent shivers down my spine. I felt so small and innocent and childish around this man though I knew that, for my age, I was very mature. "Was that… good?" I asked sheepishly, a soft blush coming to my cheeks.
He just stared at me. Silently. But then, a smirk crept up to his lips and he raised a hand to brush his hand against the side of my hair. He pulled me in closer to him and before my mind could even process what was going on, his lips were pressed firmly against mine. His fingers ran through the red locks, all the while pulling me farther into him.
I gave in as I always did for him, kissing him back and trying to meet the same fervor as him.
As he pulled away from me, I felt myself instinctually chase after him. I wanted more and I was half-sure that with this man, I would always want more. That scared me and excited me all at once. I bit my bottom lip anxiously as I lifted my eyes once more to meet his. He smiled down at me, rubbing his thumb against my cheek, then offered a playful wink, "I think you and I will have some fun."
I laughed, then nodded my head, "I… I think so, too." Then I tilted my head, unable to stop the prompted questions running through my head. Wondering whether the rules of our relationship applied outside of sex as well as in. I decided it was safe to address him normally since we were no longer in the throes of lust, "What…"—I breathed deeply – "What’s next..?"
The look on Dallas’ face was nothing short of amusement. He shook his head no, "Tonight? Nothing." But then, his eyebrows furrowed and I could see the gears turning in his mind. He had an idea, something that interested him. Once again, there was a mix of panic and titillation within my head dancing around in a sort of battle.
"What?" I asked, unable to help the mousiness of my voice.
"I have an idea for you," he grinned, then stepped over to a tall locker in his office locked with a padlock. He entered in a combination to the lock, then clicked it open and swung the door open. For a moment, he hummed with contemplation. Then he took something from within it, closed it, and locked it back up. He wandered back over to my side, holding out an object in his open hand for me to take.
It was a small dildo, no longer than 3 inches in length but on the bottom there was a vibrating embedded in the silicone. My eyes widened at the sight of the toy, but I reached out and took it from Dallas’ hand, anxiously picking at it with my short, thin fingers. I gulped, eyes glued to the dildo as I asked, "What should I do with this..?"
I’d never used a dildo before. Nonetheless a vibrator…
"At the start of your day tomorrow, I want you to put it in. Tuck it in your panties and turn the vibrator on the highest setting," he explained, eyes unwavering from me, "Leave it in and on. All day. Throughout your classes, throughout your meals. Until you are in your bed, I want you to keep that on. Understood?"
My heart sank in my chest and my stomach was a mess of butterflies suddenly. I nodded my head though, "What if... it gets uncomfortable?"
"That’s the whole point, dear," he chuckled in return. Dallas paused for a few seconds, placing a hand on mine and squeezing it a little, "Think of it as a game, huh? I want you to keep it in, keep it on, and keep track of how many orgasms you have tomorrow. You turn it off, you get punished. You take it out, you get punished. You lose track, you get punished."
I swallowed thickly, nervous yet filled with lust and enthusiasm. Nodding my head slowly at him, I let out a hesitant laugh, "There are always rules with you, aren’t there?"
He gave me his crooked little smirk, then winked, "Always."
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