Page 14 of Masters of Play

"Like you?"

I shrugged, even though the blanket and his hold on me made it difficult to effect the movement. "Most of my girlfriends are this way. Women who are in roles of power and want to feel someone more powerful than them take the reins in the bedroom, even if for a short time."

"If he can only last a short time," Owen said as he slid his index finger down into the seam of my core, "then he's not that powerful."

I'd thought my body was sated from the attention they'd given me before. I was wrong. I arched into his touch. Unlike his brother, who would've withdrawn his finger, Owen went right for my clit.

"Your desires aren't anything to be ashamed of," I told him as he made light circles around my bud. "That's what my work is about: erasing the shame from kink."

"You're going to make a great sex doctor."

"Hmmm," I moaned as his index finger made the circles tighter and tighter. "If I can pass my defense."

And that's when it hit me. What had taken place in this room. There had been four people in this room not too long ago. Me, the twins, and Professor Sinead. I'd had an orgasm in front of my dissertation chair.

I closed my eyes and groaned, but not in the good way, despite what Owen was doing to me. "I can't believe I nutted in front of my teacher."

"That's nothing to be ashamed about." Owen stroked my hair with his free hand. "I've fucked a lot of teachers."

How was I going to face Professor Sinead on Monday? Well, at least I’d proven my point about qualitative methodology.

Wait? Had I? The last thing I remember was Professor Sinead telling me I still needed a quantitative section. Something or other about frequencies.

The thinking section of my brain was fried with Owen making those perfect circles around my clit.

"You're tense, Kellie. Do you want another orgasm?"

I opened my mouth to protest. I wasn't usually this greedy. That was because I was usually buried in my research. But what the hell?

With the hand that wasn't under the covers, Owen pulled the blanket tight around me until I couldn't move. Just around my upper body. My legs were still splayed open in his lap. His thumb and index finger were now working in tandem as he drove me higher and higher.

"Hey, Kellie?" Owen said, his lips hovering over mine. "Do you mind if I kiss you?"

"I…" Did I? Looking at Owen's crooked smile, I knew I wanted to taste his lips. "Sure."

That crooked grin widened as he came closer, closer. Then his mouth was on me. Owen's lips were soft and hot, sweet and spicy.

He matched the thrust of his tongue to the thrust of his index and middle fingers, which pumped inside me. His thumb kept those tight circles going round and round my clit. The orgasm slammed into me before I had time to realize it was close.

"Crushed that level," he said, right before he captured my orgasm with his lips. "How's that dopamine, Dr. Prince?"

I couldn't answer. I couldn't move, either, with the blanket holding me tight. Plus, there was also the case of Owen's fingers still pinging my controls.

He crooked his fingers inside me and pulled another orgasm out. I lost count of the frequency and the ratio schedule. By the time he was done, all my natural chemicals were again out of whack.

Chapter Nine

"Do you want me to take care of you?" I asked this as Owen lay back in the corner of the couch.

His legs were splayed in a wide man spread. There was a very impressive erection bulged to the right of his pants. He had one hand curled behind his head, and the other was at his mouth, where he licked the juices he'd gathered from between my legs.

I stood over him, straightening my clothes and trying to put myself back to rights after he'd pulled three toe-curling orgasms from me with just his fingers.

"No, I'm good," he said after a long lick of his middle finger. "When I introduce you to my dick, I want it in that sweet, wet pussy of yours. Not in your hands. Not in your mouth."

This he said while putting his fingers into his mouth again for another long suckle. Then he flicked his tongue at the webbing between his fingers. Owen had fingered me deep. I knew my juices were all over his knuckles and down into his palm. Even though I'd had four orgasms in this room tonight, my body was raring to go for a fifth.

"But I can't have that until you finish your assignment," Owen was saying. "That's the deal."

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