It will give you multiple O’s.
Biting my lips, I stared at the vibrator. If this tiny thing made me cum, I wouldn’t need to beg James ever again. Hell, I could put up a show for him and watch him stare at me with his mouth open.
“Fuck it,” I muttered, cleaning the vibe and locking myself in the cubicle. Lowering my thong and lifting my skirt, I pressed the silicone against my sex. I whimpered and covered my mouth to muffle it as I pushed the vibrator inside me, my walls stretching with a hint of pain to accommodate its girth.
With another push and a whimper, it settled inside me, leaving only the string out. I straightened up and my eyes widened at the heavy but comfortable feeling of something inside me. It felt snug and tight. I cleaned up and straightened my clothes, hurrying to the classroom. My legs were wobbling by the time I had sat down on my desk. I was sure my cheeks were red too, but I tried to hide them with my hair.
James started the class by asking about our updates for the three trials of paper he had asked us to cut, then he continued teaching about lines. Halfway through the class, I had an intense urge to go to the washroom and pull out the damn vibrator because I was sure I had soaked my entire thong and skirt, and made a puddle on the seat. I was wet and hearing James’ voice so close while he looked so fucking hot in glasses and tousled hair made me clench on the vibe.
I couldn’t stop myself from squirming in the seat and try to get some friction when I remembered it was remote controlled. I quickly shook off the idea knowing I was in class, and even I didn’t have enough guts to use a remote-controlled vibe sitting in a class.
“Take notes and if you have questions, you can ask me after the video has ended.” The room darkened, and a video was being played on the screen.
What notes?I scrambled to open a notebook and hold a pen when the video started. I tried to even my breathing and focus on the video that talked about the history of colors and how it… it…oh, fuck me. This was getting too much.
I shifted again, and something fell near me, but before I could look down, James was there.
“Are you okay, Mia?” he asked in a low voice, his hot breath brushing over my ear. It was dark and I couldn’t make out his features. “You look distracted today. Is everything okay?”
You see, Mister James, my friends gave me this early birthday gift called a vibrating egg, and I thought it would be a great idea to shove it up my pussy before your class started. So, yes, I’m distracted because I’m ready to burst and have my first orgasm in a fucking classroom, so it’s all jolly!
“I-It’s nothing.”
He hummed and leaned down to pick up something that must have fallen. Maybe a pen. One of my pens? I licked my lips and focused on the video andnothis musky pine scent or how good his ass looked in his tight slacks.
“You’ve got some fucking guts, you dirty fucking girl.” I froze, hearing his rough voice whisper in my ear. Fear gripped me when he didn’t add anything to it and walked away without looking back at me.
What the hell was his problem?
The video ended, and I frowned at his harsh expression when he asked a question.
“What do you think, Miss Miller?” I met his eyes, and they were cold, icy blue.
“About the color theory or…” I trailed off, but I was saved by the bell.
“See me after class.” His words rang through me as if he had purred them in my ear with his stern tone.
I sighed and packed my bag. I’d just have to talk to him and then remove the vibe. I hoped he’d hurry up whatever he wanted to scold me about. I stayed at my desk while my classmates who had a few questions talked to James. My hand clenched on the pen I was holding as I saw how close Claire leaned towards him, twirling her perfect wavy golden hair and batting her lashes at him. She even giggled when he explained the color wheel.
My stomach clenched at the sight of them so close, and I hated myself for feeling jealous when I shouldn’t. It was wrong, but… I didn’t want James to give his full attention to Claire or anyone else but me.
As if sensing my gaze, he glanced in my direction and his face hardened. So he would smile and laugh at Claire but won’t offer me the same?Fine. I rolled my eyes at him and packed up my notes and stationery. Remembering the remote of the vibe, I made sure it was in the gift box, but when I opened it sneakily… it was empty.
Where the hell was the remote control of my vibrator?
You’ve got some fucking guts, you dirty fucking girl.James’ words clicked into place and my stomach fell when I met his stony gaze. The class was empty except for the two of us.
I held my breath as if I was waiting for an impact.
“Looking for this, Princess?” he asked, his voice low as he held up the tiny black thing with two buttons.
He was holding the remote control of my vibrator.
Fuck me, indeed.
PARTIII
“Bend over the desk, Princess.