“Oh,” I say with a breathy sigh.
“You like that?”
Fuck yes.
“It’s alright.”
He continues ghosting circles over my anus and up and down my crease until I’m clutching the side of his leg.
“More,” I whisper.
“Are you sure?”
“Please.”
He answers me with something slippery and wet that makes my ass cheeks clench.
“Is that the arnica gel again?”
“Lubricant.” He gives me a gentle slap. “Relax.”
“Alright.” I suck in a deep breath and release the tension in my ass. “Are you going to finger me?”
“How would you prefer me to ready you for anal play? Fingers or a toy?”
“Both. Do you have a butt plug?” I ask.
“Not quite,” he says as he fills my rectum with something thin and rubbery.
I clench my teeth. “Professor?”
“Hmmm?” He rubs soothing circles over both cheeks, but I can’t relax. Not until I understand his nefarious plan.
“Why’s it so small?”
“It’s a little project I thought up for you last night,” he replies. “To keep you from misbehaving while I’m lecturing.”
“But I wasn’t—”
“You meant to get me so hard with the thought of your mouth around my cock that I wouldn’t be able to think straight.” He squeezes my ass cheek.
I hiss through my teeth. “But it was a joke.”
“Nothing about the sight of you licking a banana is funny.”
He releases his grip on my ass, only to reach for something on the desk and slips it between the lips of my pussy. From the feel of it, I think it’s made of plastic and is about the size of a lighter.
“Um… Professor, what’s this?”
“It’s a battery-operated pump for the inflatable plug.”
My throat spasms, making me choke. “What’s it for?”
“To get you primed for later today.” He pushes my knickers back over my ass and gives me a gentle shove.
Taking the hint, I rise off his lap and smooth down my skirt. Professor Segul sits back in his seat, his gaze raking up and down my form.
I can’t even bask in his attention right now because my mind is still addled from both the pump and the prospect that I might get to see him again after classes.