Not a reward.”
“But—” she started.
He placed his fingers against her lips to silence her. “We’re going to sit at the dining room table and eat our lasagna. You’re going to fight off the urge to climax, regardless of what that vibrator is doing inside your body. If you make it through the meal without coming, I’ll fuck you. If you come before the meal is finished, you’ll suck my cock and then I’ll take you home. Understood?” He punctuated his question by turning on the vibrator again.
She gasped, a stream of obscenities poised on her lips.
“Think long and hard about your answer, Keira. I could always take you home now.”
She bit back her response, her body shaking in the effort to hold off her orgasm.
Then she nodded stiffly. “I can’t eat with my hands tied behind my back.” 82
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“Of course you can. I’m going to feed you.”
He led her to the table, helping her sit so her bound hands hung over the low back of the chair. Then he opened her legs, draping her knees over the corners of the seat, leaving her pussy open to his gaze.
He placed a quick kiss on her lips before going into the kitchen to grab their plates.
While he was gone, the speed on the vibrator increased and she cried out as it mercilessly tormented her sensitive flesh. She felt a small tear fall down her cheek.
She’d never make it.
Dear God, she had to make it. The idea of leaving without taking Will into her body was unacceptable. She’d thought of nothing else for four days—four months if you counted all the days she’d spent staring at him with unrequited lust as he lectured in his classroom.
“Here we go.” He placed the plates on the table and frowned when he spotted the tear on her face. “Are you in pain?”
“I need you,” she whispered. Her answer seemed to please him.
“And I need you—desperately, Keira. I know you can do this.” She took a deep breath and nodded, forcing the tears back. He shifted the vibrator back to the lower speed and she sighed with relief.
Her respite was short-lived as Will dragged her through the longest, most erotic meal of her life. He seemed to have grown a third and fourth hand during his absence as he fondled her constantly while feeding her. His hands toyed with her breasts, circling and pinching her nipples until the tiny nubs were larger and more erect than she’d ever seen them. At one point, he rubbed some of his wine into them, bending down to suck the alcohol off. His tongue teased her until she feared she’d broken a bone in her own hand as she clenched them tightly together, fighting off her excruciating need to come.
“God, please,” she gasped, aware that her pleading would only lead him to drag out her torture even longer. Through it all, the speed on the vibrator never remained the 83
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same, alternating between low, then high, then low again. With every change, her body shook as she fought to adjust, to fight off the orgasm. As soon as she’d weathered one storm, he changed the speed again and she took up the same battle.
He continued to feed her as he played and when she glimpsed the empty plate before her, she tried to remember eating any of it. She couldn’t recall the taste of the lasagna or the bread and she was shocked to discover her wineglass was empty too.
When the meal was finally over, Will stood, walking behind her to release her hands. She moaned as they were freed, the pins and needles caused by a lack of circulation making themselves known. He remained behind her, rubbing her shoulders, massaging her arms and her wrists until the slight discomfort disappeared and she felt more relaxed than she believed possible given her current state of arousal.
“I shouldn’t have left you bound so long, but you looked so delicious sitting there, I couldn’t hold back my gluttony.”
“Dinner is over,” she said, her voice hoarse from her pleading cries. She’d made it through his torturous, glorious
“But—” she started.
He placed his fingers against her lips to silence her. “We’re going to sit at the dining room table and eat our lasagna. You’re going to fight off the urge to climax, regardless of what that vibrator is doing inside your body. If you make it through the meal without coming, I’ll fuck you. If you come before the meal is finished, you’ll suck my cock and then I’ll take you home. Understood?” He punctuated his question by turning on the vibrator again.
She gasped, a stream of obscenities poised on her lips.
“Think long and hard about your answer, Keira. I could always take you home now.”
She bit back her response, her body shaking in the effort to hold off her orgasm.
Then she nodded stiffly. “I can’t eat with my hands tied behind my back.” 82
Come Monday
“Of course you can. I’m going to feed you.”
He led her to the table, helping her sit so her bound hands hung over the low back of the chair. Then he opened her legs, draping her knees over the corners of the seat, leaving her pussy open to his gaze.
He placed a quick kiss on her lips before going into the kitchen to grab their plates.
While he was gone, the speed on the vibrator increased and she cried out as it mercilessly tormented her sensitive flesh. She felt a small tear fall down her cheek.
She’d never make it.
Dear God, she had to make it. The idea of leaving without taking Will into her body was unacceptable. She’d thought of nothing else for four days—four months if you counted all the days she’d spent staring at him with unrequited lust as he lectured in his classroom.
“Here we go.” He placed the plates on the table and frowned when he spotted the tear on her face. “Are you in pain?”
“I need you,” she whispered. Her answer seemed to please him.
“And I need you—desperately, Keira. I know you can do this.” She took a deep breath and nodded, forcing the tears back. He shifted the vibrator back to the lower speed and she sighed with relief.
Her respite was short-lived as Will dragged her through the longest, most erotic meal of her life. He seemed to have grown a third and fourth hand during his absence as he fondled her constantly while feeding her. His hands toyed with her breasts, circling and pinching her nipples until the tiny nubs were larger and more erect than she’d ever seen them. At one point, he rubbed some of his wine into them, bending down to suck the alcohol off. His tongue teased her until she feared she’d broken a bone in her own hand as she clenched them tightly together, fighting off her excruciating need to come.
“God, please,” she gasped, aware that her pleading would only lead him to drag out her torture even longer. Through it all, the speed on the vibrator never remained the 83
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same, alternating between low, then high, then low again. With every change, her body shook as she fought to adjust, to fight off the orgasm. As soon as she’d weathered one storm, he changed the speed again and she took up the same battle.
He continued to feed her as he played and when she glimpsed the empty plate before her, she tried to remember eating any of it. She couldn’t recall the taste of the lasagna or the bread and she was shocked to discover her wineglass was empty too.
When the meal was finally over, Will stood, walking behind her to release her hands. She moaned as they were freed, the pins and needles caused by a lack of circulation making themselves known. He remained behind her, rubbing her shoulders, massaging her arms and her wrists until the slight discomfort disappeared and she felt more relaxed than she believed possible given her current state of arousal.
“I shouldn’t have left you bound so long, but you looked so delicious sitting there, I couldn’t hold back my gluttony.”
“Dinner is over,” she said, her voice hoarse from her pleading cries. She’d made it through his torturous, glorious
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