Page 13 of After Class

Earned it? I stopped moving.

"Well? Do you?"

No. I didn't. But I wasn't going to tellhimthat. "Pleeease, Adrian," I whined. "I want you."

"Oh I can tell. But you're going to learn to be patient, little girl." He gave my thigh a little swat, gentler than before but still enough to make me jump. "Get up on the bed. Get on your knees, but keep your head down on the bed."

I did as he said, moving into position. His every command was making tingles spread out from between my legs, washing over me in waves of increasing desire. I wanted to beg him. Beg him to please,pleasegive me release. But I had a feeling that would only result in him drawing this out longer.

Up on my knees I was perfectly exposed. For a few moments he didn't touch me at all, but I could feel his eyes on me. Watching my subtle, desperate squirming. Then he moved away from me, towards the end of the bed where there sat a large leather-bound chest. I turned my head to watch him, drinking in his form. He had taken off his shirt at some point, I wasn't quite sure when. His skin gleamed in the city lights.

"What is that? Sir?" I added quickly. I really didn't want any more swats. He was rummaging through the chest, and when he looked up again he looked like a wolf staring down his next meal.

"It's my toy chest," he said. "With all kinds of toys for very naughty girls. And I intend to play with you all night."

I watched from my exposed position as Adrian brought out some of his toys. He laid them side by side on the bed, watching my face as I absorbed what they would be used for. The first was a slim white wand with two buttons on the side, which I recognized immediately as a vibrator. The second was a pair of padded cuffs connected by a short chain. I stared at them, wide-eyed. Adrian picked up the cuffs, and moved behind me again.

"I'm going to show you just how desperate you can truly be for release," he said. He tapped my wrists, and I brought them immediately back behind my thighs. He cuffed them, and I was once again bound into my position. Unable to touch myself or him. I squirmed, whimpering. Why was I doing this to myself? Allowing myself to become needier and needier, the ache within me growing with every expert touch of his fingers. I knew that soon I would be absolute jelly in his hands, a quivering mess with nothing else in my brain but desire.

I couldn't wait.

"Have you used a vibrator before?" he said, once my hands were bound. He picked up the toy, clicking both the buttons to test that it was working. It buzzed to life, then its sound increased when the second button was pressed. He smiled at me from behind the buzzing tool, and I gulped nervously. I could only imagine what that would feel like pressed against my most intimate parts.

"I haven't," I said. His eyebrows shot up expectantly, and I caught myself. "I haven't, sir."

"Mmm, well then," he moved out of my sight again, back behind me. His fingers caressed my thighs, making me shiver. "This is going to be fun."

I heard the vibrator buzz to life and irrationally began to struggle, pulling at my cuffs and wriggling. Adrian's hand pressed firmly against my lower back. "Keep your back arched, Cassandra," he said. "I want to see that pretty, needy little pussy of yours."

I moaned into the bed sheet as I did as he commanded. He rubbed me first with his hand, a slow teasing motion that made me press my mouth against the coverlet. Then his hand left me, and the vibrator took his its place. I jerked at the stimulation, yelping as the powerful vibrations carried through my every nerve. My arms strained against the cuffs as my legs began to shake. It was too much. I was going to orgasm already.

"Oh god . . . Adrian . . ." I moaned, breathing in sharply as my release seemed imminent. Then suddenly, it wasn't. He had removed the vibrator.

"Nooo," I whined sharply. "No, no, Adrian please give me more!"

A swift spank made me yelp. I was unbearably frustrated, and made that obvious in the growl that quickly followed my cry. Adrian laughed, and I heard the vibrator click off.

"What wasthatsound, miss?" he said. "Did you justsnarlat me?"

"I wantmore," I demanded, completely irrational in my desire. "I need it Adrian- Sir. Please."

"Naughty, demanding girls don't get release," he said calmly. "I think I'll just keep taking my time with you." He gave me another spank, so that I kicked my feet and whimpered in protest. "I'll keep you on the edge until you're truly crying for release."

The vibrator came to life, pressing into me again. I cried out at the pleasure, squirming and shuddering as it began to rocket me towards orgasm again. Just before I tipped over the edge, he pulled it away again. I wailed in frustration, bucking my hips and growling, "Adrian! Please!"

"You keep growling, little girl," Adrian said, disapproval in his voice. "That's very rude. Growl at me again and I'm bringing out the ruler to spank you with."

Spanked with a ruler by my professor. I would revisit that deliciously frightening scenario later. I bit my lip, struggling to control myself as he continued to torment me with the vibrator's touch. He denied me again, and again. His only commands were to remind me to arch my back, which was becoming increasingly difficult to maintain. My sex was unbearably swollen and sensitive to the slightest touches of the toy. My legs were shaking uncontrollably, and my moans had become animalistic cries, drawn out of me by every torturous touch. His last denial left me gasping, crying, my legs kicking as I babbled desperate pleas.

"Please sir, please sir,pleeease."

"Do you want to come, Cassandra?" His voice was heavy, rough with lust.

"Yes, please sir!"

I heard the vibrator click to its higher setting, so when it pressed against me again I screamed, pressing my mouth into the bed and biting down in ecstasy. Then his fingers joined the toy, filling me tightly and thrusting, drawing sounds out of me that I hadn't known I was capable of making. He gave me my release at last as I screamed his name into the blankets, my body shaking and jumping until relief came.

I was barely aware as the vibrator switched off. I felt drunk, dizzy, absolutely intoxicated with pleasure and sensation. I heard a shuffle, and moved my head a bit to get a glance back at Adrian. He had pulled off his jeans and tossed aside his CalvinKlein briefs. Oh god, he looked so good. I wiggled my hips hopefully, and this time he didn't resist me.

---