This story is a continuation of a series. Please read Hot for Teacher chapters 1-4 before reading this.
Abi and Michael had been seeing each other in secret for a few weeks. They had fallen in love after spending a beautiful night together, and couldn't let each other go. But because they were teacher and student, they also couldn't be seen together. So they kept their relationship underground. Abi visited Michael's off-campus apartment often, but had to be very careful that no one they knew saw her go in.
Despite the restrictions, though, their relationship continued to sizzle. But Michael was frustrated that Abi hadn't yet stayed true to her promise of letting him use her dildo on her. He had asked over and over, but she had always teased, "Maybe next time..." So one day, he decided to take matters into his own hands.
Michael went online and bought a dildo, one that had vibrating and spinning parts. "Real fancy shit", he thought. He saw some fuzzy handcuffs, and bought them, just for laughs. Or so he told himself. But in truth, he couldn't wait for what he was going to do to her with them.
One Saturday morning, the box came. "Perfect," Michael thought. Abi was coming for dinner already. Little did she know she'd be getting a lot more desert than she was bargaining for.
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At 6 o'clock, Abi knocked on Michael's door. She shifted on her feet uncomfortably. Michael had told her that he had a surprise for her. She liked surprises, but the mischievous tone in Michael's voice when he called her told her that she should be nervous.
Michael had just set the wine and glasses on the table when he heard the knock at his door. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach. He couldn't wait to use his new toy on hers. He walked to the door and opened it. "Bonjour, Madame. Your dinner awaits." Michael bowed theatrically.
Abi giggled. He was wearing a bow tie and an apron over jeans and a t-shirt, and he had a towel draped over his arm like a butler. Suddenly, as she lamented the fact that she couldn't see Michael's body very well under the apron, he swept her up into his arms. She squealed and dropped her overnight bag, but then wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his.
Michael just stood there with her for what seemed like forever as their lips danced. He ran his tongue across her bottom lip, asking for access, and she granted it. Their tongues caressed, and Abi's hands moved from around his neck to his head, running her fingers through Michael's hair as he moved his lips to her neck and sucked for a moment. Abi moaned, and her sound snapped Michael out of his trance.
"We should..." He paused as Abi sucked lightly on his bottom lip. "We should go to the kitchen before I lose control of my actions."
"Fine," Abi pouted, and put her arms back around his neck, allowing him to carry her into the kitchen.
When Michael put her down in the kitchen, Abi gasped quietly. He had set up his table with wine and glasses, a table cloth, and full place settings. There was a platter in the middle with a cover on it, and the plates were expensive china.
"You borrowed all this from your mother, didn't you," Abi teased.
Michael just smiled and pulled her chair out for her to sit. When she did, he took the bottle of wine and poured them both some.
Abi laughed. "Well, Michael! You wouldn't be trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me, would you?"
"I would never!" Michael said, incredulously. Abi took a sip and winked. "It's not taking advantage if I consent. "
Michael hardened slightly, then mentally reprimanded himself. "Later. There'll be time in just a little while," he thought. After sitting down, Michael reached across the table and took Abi's delicate hands in his. He loved how her hands looked in his. They were so small, so thin and fragile-looking. But he knew that they were anything but fragile. And what they could do... he knew what they did to him. Abi sighed when Michael took her hands. She could see in his eyes how much he liked holding her hands, because she made the same glazed-over expression about his. They were tan and strong, and those fingers... She shuddered at the thought. Those fingers did things to her that she couldn't handle.
Michael's voice snapped her out of her thoughts. "Alright, well here's the surprise," he said, nodding at the covered platter. "We're having dessert before dinner."
Abi's heart sank a smidge. She was frankly expecting something more. But then Michael's hands left hers, and he raised the cover on the platter.
Abi gasped. Sitting on the platter was a pair of silly-looking fuzzy handcuffs. Those she thought were funny. But next to them... there was a vibrator, one with an additional "finger" for the clit and spinning parts. Abi's muscles clenched at the thought of how good it would feel. She felt her panties getting wet, and she squirmed in her chair.
Michael had to call her name to get her attention. "Abi! Hello?" Abi looked up, her eyes wide. "Oh my god, Michael..."
Michael smirked, but then his eyes darkened. "You kept teasing me about yours, so I decided to get one myself. And we ARE going to use it tonight. Time for dessert..."
Michael got up from his chair, grabbed the handcuffs and vibrator, and grabbed Abi's hand. She got up, still a bit stunned that he had gone and bought a vibrator... for her. Michael led her to the bedroom, and threw the toys on the bed. He turned to her and pulled her close with an arm around her waist. Leaning down and putting his lips to her ear, he whispered, "Abi, I'm in control tonight. And I'm going to take you so high you'll never come back down."
Abi shuddered at the thought, and then gasped when he kissed her, his lips covering hers. Michael's hand went to her head, running his fingers through her hair as their tongues danced. He pulled back a bit and nipped her bottom lip lightly, letting his hand fall to the hem of her dress. He pulled it up and rubbed her through the lace of her boy shorts with his thumb, eliciting a moan, muffled by his own lips.
Abi let her mind go blank as Michael kissed her, and before she knew it, he had removed her dress and bra, and had picked her up and put her on his bed. He had the handcuffs in his hands. "Do you trust me?" He looked at her hopefully.
Abi moaned, frustrated. "Michael! Of course I trust you! Now put those things on me and touch me before I jump you!"
"You don't have to tell me twice," Michael breathed. He cuffed one of her hands and wrapped the chain behind a post on his headboard before cuffing her other hand, so her arms were stretched above her head.
Abi looked up at him, and tried to figure out a way to vocalize how much she wanted him. Her panties were already soaked, and she needed relief desperately. "Michael," she breathed. "Please..."
Michael obliged. He ripped off the apron and bow tie with his shirt, his muscles tensing. He straddled her, his cock rubbing her through his jeans. She moaned. It sounded longing, almost begging. Michael looked down at her. Her eyes begged for him. She was in a compromising position. He could do anything he wanted to her, and she wouldn't be able to do anything about it. And he couldn't wait to torture her with pleasure.
Abi looked up at Michael, pleading with her eyes and her mouth. She could feel his shaft pressing through his jeans, evidence of what she did to him. She was so insanely turned on at the thought of being completely at his mercy. If he had been anyone else, she would've been terrified to be naked and tied up with no way of escape. But she trusted him to not hurt her. She knew that he might make her hurt with pleasure, but not with pain. However, she was desperate for him to touch her at that moment. Her clit throbbed as he ground his groin into her, and she was sure her lace panties were ruined from all the wetness she was producing. She felt her cheeks redden as she breathed harder, and her nipples hardened in the slightly cool air of the bedroom. She wanted so badly to shake him, to grab his hard shoulders and tug him to her, to let their skin touch. Michael couldn't stand to see her in such wanting. He bent his head and took her nipple into his mouth, feeling it pebble even more as he sucked. He locked his mouth around it and ran his tongue lightly across it, pinching its pair between his thumb and forefinger roughly. Looking up, he found Abi's head thrown back between her outstretched arms, her lips opening and closing, gasping for air.
