Page 116 of Plaything

Once I finally got into the dress, I did a spin and looked at myself in the mirror from all angles. While the dress was floor length and had decent coverage, it was exceptionally tight. The silk hugged every curve and caught the light perfectly, highlighting my barely-there features.

Stepping out of the bathroom, I placed an arm around my torso. “Too much?”

Niko’s brows lifted, and his eyes darkened. “Wow.” He rubbed his five o’clock shadow while eyeing me up and down. “Spin?” he requested with a twirl of his finger.

I slowly turned around, holding my arms away from my body. “Was that a good wow or a bad wow?” I asked. “Niko?” I repeated, turning to look at him again after he didn’t respond.

When I turned, he was mere inches away from me, catching my lips in his. His hands cupped my ass instantly, pulling me against him. I moaned into his lips, caught off guard by the sudden romantics.

With a firm slap to my ass that made me hiss against his lip, he pulled away. “That was a wow; thirty minutes is longer than it seems,” his voice was husky as he joked. “You look ravishing—literally, if you didn’t have anywhere to be, I’d ravish you,” he smiled. “The color makes your eyes shine, your dark hair contrasts the blue, and it makes your ass look... mmm,” he gave my ass another slap, palming it through the dress.

His flattery made butterflies erupt in my stomach. My confidence was at an all-time high—despite my crimson cheeks. Not only did I look good, I felt better than I had in a long time. They breathed so much life into me. Before I met them, I was incredibly lonely. My only hobby was feeding pond fish. There was no other way to describe it; I just felt good.

“Say more nice things,” I flirted, hooking my arms around his neck as he held my hips.

He gave me a devilish once-over, his eyes slowly examining my body. “I’m out of nice things. Can I offer you a detailed description of what I’d like to do to you?” He cocked an eyebrow in challenge.

“I’m more of a hands-on kind of learner. You should know that better than anyone, Professor.” The endearment dripped from my lips like honey, and I loved how it rolled off my tongue. More than that, it fitted Niko very well—not only because he was my professor—but also because it was stupidly hot.

He obviously thought so, too, as his eyes widened in surprise at my sultry tone. He looked down at his wristwatch and hummed. “Cariño, if you don’t stop playing with me, you’ll have consequences later,” he warned with a smirk.

“What did I say?” I pleaded innocence.

“Are you playing with me?”

“That entirely depends on what the later consequences are.”

“Did I say later?” He challenged with a mischievous gleam in his eye. In a swift movement, he reached behind his head and grabbed both my wrists with one hand. With two steps back, he had me pinned against the wall and his body, arms above my head. “I’ve got you for another 20 minutes. How many times do you think you can cum in 20 minutes, Cariño?”

My courage and snark dissipated quickly when his lips were near mine. “I—Niko, I have to leave soon,” I squirmed against him, feeling my lingerie dampen.

His free hand started bunching up my dress, lifting the length until it rested at my hips. His finger rubbed my slit, not wasting any time as he put pressure on my clit. “I know you do. By the time Vincent gets here, you’ll be floaty and sedated, ready to take a two-hour nap while he chauffeurs you,” he tempted.

Biting back moans, I attempted to keep my composure. “I don’t get floaty,” I defended.

A genuine chuckle that came from his chest filled the room. “Oh yeah?” He teased. Cool air hit me as he moved my underwear to the side. A single digit ran up and down my slit, gently teasing my entrance. “You get the prettiest dumb look on your face when you cum. Your eyes gloss, your nose blushes, your lips get swollen, and there’s not a single thought in that pretty little head of yours,” he taunted in a whisper. He pushed his finger into me, earning a desperate moan as my body relaxed. “It’s the craziest thing,” he continued. “When we play with your pussy or your mouth, your brain completely shuts off.”

For obvious reasons, it’d been a week since any of them touched me. It had been seconds, and I was already a pulsing wet mess. I moaned, gently pushing my hips towards him. “Niko—”

“No. Not Niko,” he shook his head. His finger gently fucked me as he kissed me. My eyes fluttered shut, basking in the sensation of his lips on mine. Craving more, I parted my lips for him. His tongue teased my lips, licking them but never entering my greedy mouth. “What do you call me, Cariño?” He pushed.

My eyes cracked open as his lips lingered above mine. He sped up his pace, and I whimpered as a knot grew inside me. “Say it,” he rasped, barely licking my bottom lip.

“Kiss me, Professor,” I begged.

A deep grumble left his chest as he hummed in satisfaction. Finally, his lips were fully on mine, his tongue sloppily rolling against my own. It was pure ecstasy, and I was over the moon. Nothing else turned me on quite as much as having my mouth played with.

“You’re so wet, Cariño,” he mumbled against my mouth. “Fuck, I can tell how badly you want to cum. You’re squeezing around me so tight,” he hissed.

I whimpered as he pulled his lips away from mine. “You’re making a mess, Baby,” he said with false sympathy. He let go of my hands, and they fell to my sides. He sent me a stern look. “Don’t fucking move.” I nodded. He sank to his knees, where his mouth was dangerously close to my pussy.

I shivered as he licked up my thigh, catching my arousal that dripped. He moaned. “You taste so fucking good,” he cursed. “Do you want your Professor to lick your messy little pussy, Cariño? Is that what you want?”

My hands tangled in his hair as he lifted my leg over his shoulder. “Please,” I pleaded. I was aching with anticipation.

His finger continued pumping into me as his tongue slowly, tantalizingly, lapped at my clit. “Oh God...” I moaned.

Greed was something I’d never felt before—not like I did with them. They were a borderline addiction for me, and I craved every piece of them. All five of my senses were theirs to manipulate and occupy. I was so greedy that not only did I want to feel his tongue on me, I wanted to watch.

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