Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 112849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
“Oh god,” she cries out.
I stand up and pull her to me, my mouth going to hers and kissing her hard, making sure she can taste herself while I fuck her with my hand, my fingers sliding in and out of her, slippery with her wetness. She whimpers and moans against me, her nails digging into my shoulders as she comes, her body writhing against the door and if I wasn’t there to hold her up, she’d be falling to her knees.
“Jesus, Val,” she says through a ragged gasp.
I just grin and turn her around, placing my hand between her shoulder blades and pushing her down on the professor’s desk, shoving up her dress so her ass is exposed. I unzip my black pants and take my cock out, throbbing in my grip, painfully stiff.
I take in a shaking breath, trying to control myself, but then I spot the cello bow beside the row of cellos along the wall.
Suddenly I’m hit with a memory, the same one I’ve had before, with Lucy and me. I picked up a violin bow and…
I find myself doing the same now, picking up the cello bow.
“I know I said you’ll get a reward,” I say, coming back to her ass. With one hand I rub my cock against her sopping wet cunt, barely pressing in, with the other I brandish the cello bow. “But I was thinking you might deserve some punishment instead.”
She glances at me over her shoulder, her red hair tangled and all over her face. Her green eyes wide. “What?”
“Trust me,” I tell her, feeling déjà vu. “You’ll like it.”
I raise the bow and bring it down against her ass, spanking her with it.
“Fucking naughty little slut, aren’t you?” I grunt.
She cries out and squirms. The way the bow made a light thwack against her skin, I wasn’t expecting it to hurt, but it must because she hisses out her breath.
I bring it down again, a little harder this time and she seizes up, her legs shaking against the desk.
“More?” I ask. She just nods.
“You need to ask me properly,” I coax.
“More, my lord.”
I bring it down harder, completely sure this time that she’ll like the pain. This time she lets out a deep moan that I feel in my toes. I bring it down over and over again, relentlessly, watching her body squirm and tense up in pain, her back arching and shoulders hunching in.
“Oh god!” she cries out.
“That’s more like it,” I murmur. “I’ll be your lord and your god.”
I bring the bow down harder, loving the way her pussy gets wetter. I rub my cock against her again for a moment, teasing her, and she groans, breathless.
Then I take the bow and press the end of the bow against her clit, so that the delicate horsehair strings are rubbing back and forth against her. She stiffens at the new feeling, then starts lowering herself onto it, and I take that moment to push my cock inside her.
Fuck, she’s so wet I might drown right here.
“You like that?” I ask her, gently teasing her clit with the cello bow as I slowly pull my dick out of her, inch by agonizing inch.
“Yes,” she hisses.
“Call me your lord,” I remind her, quickly shoving back inside her, until I’m buried deep inside her, my balls pressed against her thighs.
“Yes, my lord.”
“Would you like to come?”
“Yes, my lord,” she says through a ragged gasp as I start moving the cello bow faster against her clit, playing her skillfully.
“Beg for it,” I demand.
She cries out and squirms, her cunt clenching even tighter around me.
“Please, my lord, I beg of you, let me come, I need to.”
I start to fuck her hard and fast, really ramming into her. I want to come so bad but she needs to come first.
“I need to come, please, my lord…” she gasps, and I feel myself start to lose control.
Oh shit.
I slam into her one last time, hard, and she’s crying out. I pull the cello bow away, tossing it to the floor, and grab onto her hips and thrust into her hard, knowing I’m going to come, but I won’t stop pounding her until I’m completely spent. My orgasm is deep, blinding, and intense as it rips through me, my cock twitching and throbbing inside her, the warmth spreading through my body, making my head spin as she milks me dry.
I keep my hand on her hip as I come down, watching her tight body as she finishes, her body moving against my hand, her beautiful hair all over her face as she throws her head back and cries out, coming against my cock. I lean back, my body shaking, my eyes clenched shut as I ride out the last waves of my orgasm.
I pull out of her, breathing hard, and watch as my cum spills out of her. Fuck, she’s going to get it all over her dress. That’s the last thing we need, people to notice cum stains when we’re on stage.