Page 67 of The Professor
The buzzing slid down my body, skimmed my hips, the length of my thighs, and then up to my pussy.
“Wider.”
He touched his foot to mine, forcing my legs apart; it wasn’t easy, though. I was already suspended on my toes.
“And don’t worry about how wet you get, I like that. A lot.” He set the wand over my pussy, the center on my clit.
I bucked forward then back; the sensation was mind-blowingly intense.
He chuckled. “You like that, huh?”
I nodded, my eyes wide.
“Good, now come whenever you want, that’s the idea.” His free hand was in the dip of my back now, keeping me in place, my clit firmly on the wand. “Come as much as you want.”
The sensation was wicked, the pulsing fast and efficient. Soon I was almost there, panting around the gag and my belly tight. I was going to come again.
“Good girl, that’s it.” His eyes flashed with excitement. “I can see it, I can see your climax. Come. Now.”
I did, a blast of pleasure that exploded from my clit and ravished my body in white-hot bliss.
But he didn’t move the wand. He kept it firmly on my clit. It was sensation overload. I cried out around the gag, pushed away, canted my hips, twisted. It was no good—he had me where he wanted me.
“And again, come again.”
Fuck, my head was going to explode! Come again?
“Stop fighting it.” His tone was sterner now. “Come again. I know you can.”
I shook my head and bucked my hips. But the domed head was right there delivering shockwave after shockwave to my clit. It was so intense it hurt.
“It’s not pain,” he said as if reading my mind. “It’s sensation, it’s erotic, harness it, come again, I promise it will be worth it.”
With my fists clenched, I tried to do what he’d said and push past the need to escape. Sure enough, after a few seconds the pressure of another climax was building. It stormed toward me like a freight train then blasted through me.
My head fell back, my body barely feeling like mine as a wild orgasm ravaged me.
“Fuck yeah.” His mouth was on my neck, sucking, giving me a hickey.
But again he didn’t move the wand, and still it tormented my clit. But this time when my orgasm began to fade another one stacked up, jerking my hips with the force of its fast crescendo. And then like stormy waves they came, another and another. I could hardly catch my breath. Knowing where one orgasm ended and the next began was impossible.
“That’s it, that’s it. So fucking hot.” His mouth was on mine. “Keep doing that, babe.”
I had no choice, I was at his mercy. My body no longer under my control, I was a mass of orgasmic matter under his command. My hands and feet tingled, my nipples were tight and hot, and my pussy wept each time it spasmed through a fresh release.
Everything left my mind. It wasn’t blank, just a mass of flashes and searing-hot thoughts.
“A bit longer, a few more.” He looked down at where he held the wand against me. “Ride that high.”
I was high, he was right, high on coming. Fuck.
He took hold of the chain between my nipples and tugged. The pinch of pain condensed the orgasm ripping through me, and I cried out around the gag, my knees giving up completely so I just hung there, pulsating, throbbing, tears streaming down my cheeks.
“God, you’re perfect.”
Suddenly the wand was gone, my battered, swollen clit no longer subjected to its sweet torture.
He went around me. I was in a dreamy state, endorphins rushing through my system.
