Page 57 of Make Me Scream

I get us glasses of water, but also retrieve my sketchpad and pencils. When I get back, I immediately start drawing.

“What are you doing?” she asks after a while.

“Just having some fun.”

She winces as she gets up, no doubt still sore. I show her the first two pieces: one of her and me sitting across from each other at a table in a restaurant, her in a dress and me in a suit; the other, the two of us on the dance floor, hands together, bodies close, staring into each other’s eyes.

“This is what’s on your mind?” she asks, smirking. “That’s adorable.”

I clutch her ass, bumping my knuckle against the plug.

“In my mind, you’ve got things going on under that dress,” I say. “Hopefully one day we’ll do it for real.”

She wraps her arms around me and leans her head on my shoulder.

“I’d like that, Professor Porter.”

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Gwen’s too tired to do much more today, so I call her a cab, but not before presenting her with a new plug. It has no tail, just a flared base at the end.

“Wear this as much as you can,” I instruct her. “I want you to get used to its presence. When you’re ready, I’ll give you a bigger one.”

She sighs, shaking her head.

“I guess I’m supposed to learn from the pain, right?”

“Of course. But it’ll be hot too. I love to imagine you sitting on a nice, thick cock while we share a fine meal, surrounded by people who have no idea.”

She shivers, cheeks glowing red.

“Yes, sir.”

I take out the tail and replace it with the new plug, enjoying Gwen’s reaction as she adjusts to the new size. She grunts as she dresses, then checks herself out in the bathroom mirror to make sure the plug doesn’t show through her pants. There’s a very subtle outline — one would have to be staring close to see it.

“Text me in a few minutes,” I say as her cab pulls up to the curb. “Let me know how it feels riding around with that.”

“Oh, I will,professor.”

I give her ass a good smack, then pull her into a hard kiss. She leans into me, lips pressed to mine, until the taxi honks at us.

“See you,” she says, getting into the car very carefully.

As soon as it drives off, I get out my phone and text Rory.

Hey, you busy tonight? I could use your help with something.

There’s no way I can go home and just watch a little TV or read a bit. I’ve got so much work to do.

I’m free,he replies. What do you need?

A tarp. Traffic cones. Hard hat, hi-vis vest. And a vehicle. I’ll bring the rest.

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I wake up the next morning still thinking about Gwen’s texts.

Sitting down sucks. Walking sucks.

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