I wasn't quite sure how my legs were carrying me but I was moving anyway, swimming with the tide as Tom guided me through the lecture room doorway and down the corridor. There was a mass of students all happily surprised that their kindly professor had let them leave the lecture early and there was a buzz in the air as they headed for the door which lead outside into the warm spring afternoon. No one seemed to have a care in the world... apart from me.
Not that anyone would outwardly know. Despite the gentle hum of the vibrator still inside me and my torturous nearly hour long edging session I was the picture of serenity, fixed smile on my face as I moved quickly along, Tom's guiding hand still on the small of my back, his long fingers splayed wide, ensuring that I was being propelled exactly where he wanted me. I supposed to anyone else taking the time to look he was just a concerned mentor looking out for a student who just had a very public funny turn in the lecture room and he was simply ensuring my health and well-being. No one would ever suspect what he really had in store for me. But then, I had no idea either.
The feeling of anticipation twisted in my gut, a mixture of nerves and excitement. I wondered what Tom might do if I decided to make a break for it now, to peel away and make for the door. Would he let me go? Would he make a grab for me? Would he forcibly drag me into his office so that he could execute whatever wicked plans he had in mind for me? The thought of him acting in such an aggressive manner actually thrilled me more than I'd care to admit, but I didn't want to risk it. He'd specifically mentioned a reward and I was intrigued and exhilarated, but then my feelings would be no different if he'd promised a punishment. After all, I'd take the pleasure and the pain from Tom. In fact I'd take anything at all. All he needed to do was ask... or rather command me.
"Come on Grace," he urged as we came to a stop outside his office door, his hand falling away from me temporarily as he dug in his back pocket for the key. He located it quickly, opening the door and ushering me inside and I complied, walking quickly over to his desk and pulling out the seat on the opposite side of the desk to his.
"Don't sit down, you can stand."
He barked out the order and I stopped in my tracks, promptly pushing the seat back under the desk, watching as he locked the door behind him and then turned to face me.
"We don't want anyone disturbing us do we?" He smirked and I smiled back nervously. I didn't clock the fact that he'd slipped his hand back into his jacket pocket.
"What's up? Looking a little peaky there. You sure you're feeling alright?"
At his last word the intensity of the vibrations on my clit suddenly increased, causing an unexpected gasp to leave my lips. I pressed my thighs together, my knees knocking, my body going taut. It subsided as he crossed over to me, an expectant look on his face, waiting for an answer.
"I asked you a question."
"You know I'm not," I said, a sulkiness in my voice which amused him. Another sharp spike of pleasure shot through me and then stopped just as my legs started to tremble.
"Fuck... Sir...
please,"
I blurted. "I can't take much more of this."
He came to a stop a few feet from me, removing his hand from his pocket and holding his phone up for me to see.
"Oh I think I'll be the judge of that."
This time I could see him increase the sensations, his fingertip brushing over the screen, his eyes glowing as he watched my face contort at another swell which continued this time whilst he intently looked on, a hint of something subtly sadistic in his eyes.
"But Sir," I whined, crossing one leg in front of the other but then quickly moving it back, trying different stances to relieve the pressure. Nothing seemed to work and I thought for a fleeting moment he was actually going to grant me the release that I'd been craving. I instantly lost my train of thought, lips falling open around a moan as I felt the pressure in my core steadily building. But then it stopped.
"What did I tell you? You don't make the rules...
I
do. If you're gonna be my good girl you only get to come when I say so. Is that clear?"
"But... but I have been good! You said so just now!"
I was hot, reaching boiling point, a sheen of sweat coating my body, the thin cotton of my dress plastered to me like a second skin. I reached up a hand to push my hair back off my face and I dabbed at the small beads that had formed on my forehead. I felt ruined already, a broken mess, desperation flowing through my veins, my desire to come pushing all other thoughts from my head. "Please, I really can't take this. I'll do... anything. Anything you say!"
"Anything?"
Tom smiled, a maddening smugness that infuriated me as much as it turned me on. I loved the control he exerted and as desperate as I was, there was just something about the act of begging that fired me up. The thought that one day I might tempt him to break his control and tip over the edge, fuck me with all the lust and passion that I'd been fantasising about was a goal that I knew would see me keep coming back for more, over and over again, letting him toy with me anyway he saw fit.
"Actually, I've changed my mind about you standing," he said, stepping even closer until he was looming over me. My instinct was to move back but he didn't let me, his hands raising up to rest firmly on my shoulders, keeping me close. "I think I'd prefer you on your knees."
I hesitated, unsure, and that was a mistake.
"I said get on your fucking knees... NOW!"
His sharp tone made me flinch and it was accompanied by a sudden pressure on my shoulders, forcing me downwards on to the floor, my knees buckling at once.
I gasped in shock as I hit the carpeted floor, my hands shooting out to steady myself, folding my legs so I was sitting back on my heels. I went to open my mouth to speak but I couldn't find the words in my stunned state so I just looked up at Tom with wide eyes, my heart practically beating out of my chest.
If I thought he was intimidating before then it was a whole other level in this position. He looked down on me, his eyes glimmering with dark desire, arrogant satisfaction of his control over me etched all over his face. I was on a level with his hips and I broke his gaze, glancing down, taking in the fabric stretched tightly over his thighs, the obvious bulge straining at his crotch, making my mouth water.
