Page 32 of Wreaking Havoc on my Heart

“Lay down on the desk, baby girl. Hands above your head.” I already cleared everything off so when she sits her cute ass down she’ll be comfortable. Her legs are still slightly trembling from the aftershocks of her first orgasm as I lay her back and spread her wide for me.

I pick up my tie from the floor and move to her hands, locking them together above her head and securing them to the desk drawer handle.

Leaning down, I kiss her, tangling our tongues together until she’s squirming and ready for me to make her come again. I open my other desk drawer, complete with everything we could need for our game, and pull out the blindfold.

“How are you feeling, Kitten? Want to keep going?”

“Yes, professor. I want everything you have to give me.” Her back is arched in anticipation. Her tits are on full display, begging to be touched. I take out the chamomile oil and pour a drop on her belly.

I want every muscle in her body to relax, I don’t want her to overthink a single second of her pleasure with me. Using my hands to rub in the oil, I take my time to massage it up her stomach and around her breasts. I knead it into her soft skin, savoring every hum and moan that escapes her lips.

“Arrow,” she breathes as her eyes roll back slightly. “I need you. Please.”

“Ah, ah, ah. It’s professor to you, Miss DeLuca. Or are you ready for this scene to end?”

I raise an eyebrow and her lust-filled gaze meets mine.

“Professor, please give me what I need.”

I glide a hand through her hair and massage her scalp before sliding a blindfold over her eyes. “Such a good girl for me. You’ll get exactly what you need, and so much more.”

Seeing her at my mercy on my desk is too much. I need to take just a little while I give her what she’s craving. Positioning myself between her thighs, I use the head of my dick to nudge at her entrance, then rub over her clit. Never fully entering her but enough to tease both of us.

“Professor,” she begs after only a minute. “Please.”

I nudge her clit with my head again, then start up a torturous rhythm. “You’re so wet for me. Did you like being punished for not following the rules?”

She arches her back on a moan. “Yes.”

My breaths pick up as I watch her. She’s never been more beautiful than she is now. Writhing and begging for what only I can give her.

“I think I want you to come just from this, Kitten.”

I pick up the pace, until her hips are thrusting into me, riding my cock for all it’s worth. I still don’t push all the way into her though. I nudge her shallow g-spot, staying just on the edge and forcing her body to feel every inch of me.

I shudder as her cum leaks out of her, dripping between her ass and flooding the desk.

“More, professor. Please, I need more.”

“You need what I tell your body it needs.” I pull back just slightly to rub on her clit while her body trembles. True to my word, I make her come with only my dick rubbing on her sensitive nub, which gives me an idea.

“I want to see all the ways I can make you come without actually fucking you. Then, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll never be able to sit in this classroom again without squirming. How does that sound, Miss DeLuca?”

Her chest is heaving with each breath, but I wait for her answer. I want her consent, and I want to hear her beg.

“Yes,” she pants heavily. “Professor.”

Slowly, I help her legs spread and grab the l-arginine stimulating gel from the drawer. This is a staple for pleasure Doms. It’s what causes blood flow to increase, making every nerve even more sensitive. Using a small amount, I rub gentle circles of it on her already swollen clit to help keep it overstimulated. Then, I add some to her nipples, rolling them between my fingers until she’s moaning for more.

“That’s it, baby, let me make you feel so good it hurts.” I pinch slightly, causing her to gasp. I don’t want to truly cause pain though, so I go back to rolling and massaging them.

Her legs close and rub together, trying to build any sort of friction. Keeping one hand on her breast, I use the other to pull her legs wide open.

“You take what I give you and nothing more.”

I can see sweat building on her brow, her face lined with tension. Now is a good time to stop to check in on her. The idea of multiple orgasms sounds great to most people, but what some women can handle, others can’t, and I don’t want to push her too far.

“You okay, Kitten?” I ask as I lift up her blindfold. Her mascara is smeared, her eyes watery, but she nods. “Talk to me.”

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