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"Aahh, please!" I moaned. I tried to tense my muscles to prevent my orgasm, but that only drove me closer. I tried to relax instead, resulting in my entire body trembling as I struggled. "I can't, Adrian," I whimpered. "I can't stop –"

His fingers immediately withdrew, and I almost cried out in frustration. With his hands on my waist he pushed me up and bent me over the table, pulling my jeans and panties down in one fluid motion. He remained seated behind me, and I heard him put his fingers in his own mouth, sucking off the taste of me.

God. Damn.

"If you can't control yourself, Miss Cassandra," he said, his voice sounding stern. "Then I'm going to have to make this a bit more unpleasant for you. Put your hands behind your back."

I obeyed, whining as I did, forcing me to lean upon the table. I wondered if I could use the safety word to stop the teasing but still get an orgasm out of it. Somehow I doubted it. One utterance of that word and everything would shut down. I ground my forehead against the book as he grasped both my wrists in his hand, holding them firmly. The fingers of his other hand then stroked over my lips and pressed against them demandingly.

"Suck," he said. "Get them nice and wet."

I took his fingers in my mouth, running my tongue over them like I desperately wanted to do to another rock-hard part of him. Satisfied, his fingers withdrew and stroked suddenly over thatotherentrance down there. I squeaked and jumped against the table, causing him to press down more firmly on my hands.

"Relax," he said. "If you're tense, it will hurt."

"I'm not sure Adrian!" I burst out, beginning to struggle against him. I'd never had anyone down there before. Even that subtle press from his fingers told me just how tight it was. He paused, luckily, and gave me a moment to breath.

"Do you want me to stop?" he said. He waited for my answer as I thought on it desperately. Of course I didn't want him to stop! I wanted him to keep going, to keep pushing, to throw me all the way to the edge and then ravage me over it. But I was scared too.

Somehow the fear made it even more delicious.

"No," I relinquished at last. "Please don't stop."

CHAPTER TEN

"Good girl," I could hear the pride in Adrian's voice as I accepted, and it made my stomach tingle. "This is for your benefit too. I need you to learn this lesson thoroughly."

His fingers, slick with my own saliva, continued to stroke over my tight opening. I tried to relax, but the motion felt wrong. How would he even manage to get one finger in there? I had to acknowledge that his touch was still sending waves of pleasure through me. Except now, every caress was punctuated by the fear that this one be the one to press inside me.

"I'm going to need you to tell me why it's so important that you pass this class, Cass," Adrian said, taking his time to ready me. "What is it you're aiming for?"

"I n-need to pass, because –" I gasped, my head shooting up from the table. His finger had entered me. It felt tight, humiliating . . . but strangely gratifying. I put my head back down with a low moan.

"Talk to me, Cass," Adrian growled, making me shudder. I wanted to obey. I wanted him to tell me I was a good girl.

"I need to pass because I want to . . . want to go abroad," I managed to get the words out before I was again consumedwith sensation. He had pulled out his finger, only to immediately press it back in. How could something so small feel so tight?

"You want to go abroad," Adrian repeated. "That's right. To Europe. And how will you get there if you don't even have the discipline to get through a simple English Literature class?"

"I d-do have d-discipline." My voice was rapidly losing strength as I squirmed over the tabletop. My muscles were finally beginning to relax, as the burn caused by his finger was giving way to a peculiar, all-encompassing pleasure. I had never had something make me feel so naughty, so embarrassed, and yet so absolutely enthralled.

"Is that so?" His finger pressed deep, past his knuckle, as far as he could push it. I sobbed at the combined pain and pleasure, wishing I could grip something. Instead I could only strain against the hold Adrian had on my wrists. "If you have discipline, you would have kept up on your reading. If you had discipline, you would have been able to answer my essay question.If you had discipline, we wouldn't be here right now, would we Miss Cassandra?"

"No we wouldn't," I whimpered pathetically. I could feel the heat growing just below where he had entered me, my other parts begging for attention and receiving none.

"I'm going to stretch you, Cass," Adrian said suddenly, his voice leaving no room for argument. "So you remember this."

There was already no way I could possibly forget his "lesson" here. I felt the press of another finger, my whimpering now a steady stream of noise that couldn't be quieted as I wriggled and cringed in anticipation. The second finger pressed harder, making pain shoot through me.

"Stop, stop, stop," I babbled, unable to contain the fear I had of the stretching he had promised. He didn't push any further, but he did not pull out either. "I can't – no – too – too tight – Adrian please –"

"Ssshhh," he shushed. "You can say the word, Cass. I'll stop."

The word. It was right there on the tip of my tongue. Even here, in my most weakened, vulnerable state, I still had that power over him. A single word and he would stop without hesitation. That realization comforted me. He could bring me to this state of abject humiliation and yet still treat me with respect.

No more struggle, no more gasping, no pushing or stretching. But also no pleasure. No release. I would spend the rest of the evening in frustration until I could get home and give myself a meager, insufficient answer to the problem. Doubtlessly, if I was to stop him, I wouldn't be the only one going home unsatisfied. I could feel the tension in his body, the desire to have me. It gave me a bravery I hadn't known I possessed.

"You can keep going, sir," I said.

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