Page 40 of De Vil

"Yes, Mommy." She gives me a crooked half smile.

"Me too, Tia. Me too." She doesn't have to tell me to flush once I've wiped. She helps me stand but stops me from pulling up my shorts.

"Let's leave those down for a few more minutes."

I stand there, legs spread slightly, clit throbbing. She pops my pussy with her bare hand and I gasp. "Oh!"

Another slap comes over my clit, and I grab fistfuls of her shirt to steady myself. "Mommy."

"Stay still, princess."

I try my hardest to do so. The tingles in my spine are building. Unfortunately, I don't think Mommy is going to allow me to have an orgasm. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a clit clamp. It's the kind that vibrates. Excitement runs through me, and I moan with anticipation of feeling the clamp build the pressure up in my body.

As soon as I moan, she places the clamp on, and I nearly scream from the pain and pleasure running through me. "Please, Mommy."

"You're so eager. Expect to be tortured until we get together later tonight."

"That's what makes it so much fun. I love when you tease me, Mommy."

"That's my good little pet."

I blink. "You've never called me that before."

She pulls me in for a kiss and our tongues dance with one another. "I like to keep you on your toes." The clamp tightens on my clit, and I whimper. "You're mine, no matter what name I use."

Mommy kisses down my cheek to my neck as she slaps my ass. "Go get some snacks and a drink or two. We won't stop again, Tia."

A pout forms on my lips. "Can I sit with you?"

"No. Your bunkmate is Libby. That's who you need to sit next to."

"I know, but..." I trail off, not wanting to admit my jealousy.

Mommy pulls my shorts up and looks at me. "Pretty little princess is jealous."

"Yes." There's no point in denying the obvious.

"Are you seriously jealous of Joanie?"

I hate feeling this vulnerable, but every time I'm around Coach, I'm weak for her. Her attention and affection keep me going.

"I have no feelings toward her, Tia. She's my assistant, nothing more."

"Ok." I look away from her. Keeping eye contact is too hard right now with pleasure, pain, jealousy, and uncertainty twisting and mingling inside of me. I feel volatile and scared.

"Look at me, little one."

When I meet her eyes, she opens her arms, and I step into them. "I don't cheat and I don't share, Tia. We might not have talked about what we are, but you are mine. Never doubt that."

I can feel the tears ready to run down my cheeks. Swallowing, I give her one last kiss and walk out of her embrace. As I get to the door, I turn back, my heart on my shoulder, pounding ninety-to-nothing. "Thank you, Mommy. I love you."

She ran out on me before I could tell her I love her, too. I'm still smiling, twenty minutes later as we are heading down the interstate. It won't be long and I can have her in my arms again. Every five minutes, I turn the speed up on the clamp. So far, I haven't heard her yelp yet, but I haven't turned on the different pulses. It's wicked that I don't want to get caught, but the idea of getting caught turns me the fuck on.

In a lot of ways, Tia has progressed, but she's still unsure of herself and where we stand. That's obvious, or she wouldn't have run out of the bathroom the way she did. The five-minute mark hits again, and I chuckle sinisterly to myself. Pushing the licking motion of the clamp, I strain to hear if Tia makes a noise.

"Oh!" comes from the back, but she recovers quickly. "Look, there's the hotel."

Such a good girl covering up her horniness, but soon enough she won't be able to keep her mouth quiet. It's a good thing I brought a ball gag for this specific reason. The driver takes us into the bus parking lot, and I tell the girls to gather their items quietly so as to not wake anyone that might already be asleep.

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