Page 11 of Toy Shop

Her shoulders rise and fall with labored breaths while I suck and lick her left nipple, while I fill her two holes and thrust into her.

“You make me so proud. My outstanding student.”

“Alistair.” My name is merely a breath, barely flourishing over the music.

But hearing it is redundant. Why would I need it to be audible when I can feel it reverberating through her body and in my mouth?

“Yes, Nola?” I answer along with the harsh pounding I deliver to her.

Her chin detaches from her chest, head lifts. I leave her tits, meeting her gaze. Her body is being thrust repeatedly against the back of the chair, her eyes wide and lips quivering.

“I…”

She can’t finish, and it worries me. I gauge for any hint of fear in her, for a dormant trauma triggered by my rough actions, always checking up on her. If it’s there, she definitely hides it well.

I break my rule for the second time this evening. I need to listen to what’s going on with her, instead of just making her teeter on the precipice where agony meets elation, where her life is in the palm of my hand.

She’s making me be gentle.

“Talk to me.”

“It feels…” Her cheeks flush in the darkened room, a glint of horror flashes behind her pupils. “I’m going to come, Alistair. I think—oh, fuck—I know I’m going to come.”

“Why’s that a problem?” My words are clipped, connected to the pace my hands are fucking her in both holes.

Her glance skids to the side, avoiding my gaze. Proof she’s hiding something. I slow down, listening.

“Tell. Me.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be teaching me? Aren’t we done?”

Every syllable is strained. I can’t tell whether the cause of her approaching climax or an underlying past issue she’s reliving due to my actions.

As the one in control of her, I do everything in my power to not have her slip down a well so deep I wouldn’t be able to reach out and save her.

“Nola,” I command her attention, a demand she obliges. “I’m here for whatever you want me to be. You don’t want this, you say the word and—”

I don’t even get to finish the sentence.

A primal moan bursts out of her lips, caramel eyes rolling to the back of her head. She clenches around me, hard and sharp before the undulation of her body takes place. I resume the fervent thrusting, never stopping to pleasure her for a minute.

What a vision she makes. It’s more than just an orgasm. It’s a luminous light bursting from her, effervescent and enchanting. I’m livid, my dick in desperate need of release, an urge I stomp on as soon as it rises.

Her class, her suffering, her pleasure. Hers, and hers alone.

I gave her my word, and I plan to stick to it.

It’s my pleasure too, in a sense. I’m bathing in the outcome. Never in my wildest dreams would I have guessed the innocent voice over the phone would manifest into what I envisioned her to be, to surpass it. Nola sneaked into a cavern I haven’t allowed anyone in the past, turning this experience exactly into what I wanted but couldn’t articulate.

Nola slacks against the chair, pondering me past her thick lashes. Her tired eyes look down to her thighs, wringing her fingers together in her lap.

With me still inside her.

One hand on the plug, the other’s fingers are deep in her pussy. Removing myself is hard, but I do it.

“Class over.” I wink, summoning a seductive smile to cloud the heavy, blindsiding sentiments, providing her comfort. Her breath hitched earlier when I smiled at her, a barely-there gasp I noticed by observing her closely.

She seems appeased by it, elegantly crossing one ankle on top of the other. I remove the disinfectant wipe I have ready in my pocket, tear open the foil, and sterilize the plug. Once clean, I restore it to its case, returning it to her bag.

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