Professor Segul builds up a rhythm of in-and-out strokes with that wine bottle, and I jerk my hips, increasing the friction. The harder he fucks me with it, the more my pussy flutters around the glass.
Sweat beads across my brow, and my muscles quiver. I clench my teeth against the intense pulses, stretches, and jerks. With each inward thrust, the cork brushes against a spot inside my pussy that makes me see stars.
Pleasure builds up behind my clit. It’s the strangest sensation because of that dry cork. It’s smooth but somehow grating, and hits a part of me that I could never reach with my fingers or a toy.
My pussy tightens, clenches, restricting the thrusts Professor Segul makes with the bottle. Then the most intense pleasure twists through my insides like a corkscrew.
Before I know it, an orgasm bursts through me with a pop, followed by waves upon waves of liquid ecstasy. I throw my backhead and moan.
Professor Segul slows down the movements and times them with my climax until all that’s left of me is a puddle of dregs.
“Well done,” he says. “Now, let’s see how well you’ve seasoned the Sancerre.”
ChapterThirteen
MARIUS
I withdraw the wine bottle with the slowest of movements and savor how Phoenix’s tight little pussy clenches the colored glass. Her clit is still red and swollen, despite having just climaxed, indicating her readiness for more.
My dick pushes against the placket of my leather jeans with approval. She’s a squirter. I can tell just from looking.
Even if I’m wrong, I’ll be drinking from her in due course.
“What are you going to do?” she asks.
“Sipping from your furry cup,” I say with a smirk. “Although yours is hairless.”
She lifts her head and stares at me through wide eyes, and breathes hard through parted lips. Her face is scandalized, yet her body is utterly debauched.
It takes every effort not to double over and laugh. Hedwig Phoenix Stahl is proving herself to be a delightful little toy. Worth infinitely more than the monthly allowance she demands.
“Wait.” She squirms within her restraints. “You’re not going to…”
Heat shoots straight to my groin, and the part of me that delights in corrupting her innocence rumbles with pleasure.
I raise my brow. “Complete your sentence,” I say, keeping the excitement out of my voice. “I can’t wait to hear your protests.”
“You can’t shove wine into my—” She clamps her lips shut.
“Into your…”
I let my voice trail off because I’m rapt with a decadent mix of attention and arousal.
“This isn’t why I came here,” she says through clenched teeth.
“I was under the impression you already did.” My gaze drops to her pussy. “Or was I mistaken when you clamped around the bottle.”
“You’re deliberately misunderstanding me.”
It takes every effort to keep a straight face as I adjust the chair so that it tilts her pelvis upward. “Enlighten me.”
“Your cock,” she snaps. “That’s what I came for.”
I rub my chin. “My, what a wanton young woman.”
She bares her teeth. “You’re not filling my vagina with wine. I won’t allow it.”
“This again?”