Chapter 18

18

Connor

The plug moved back and forth as Mistress Julie worked it in deeper, stretching him wider with every stroke. The slick feeling of it gliding in, the discomfort of it stretching the small hole, made him gasp and groan—especially when the tip rubbed over his prostate. His fingers tightened around where he was holding the bench, and he leaned forward. It wasn't that he was purposefully trying to get away from it, exactly—it was an instinctive reaction.

As soon as he started to move away from the plug, she grabbed his balls again.

"Hold still, Connor." Her voice was soft, only a little louder than a murmur, but he froze—and not just because of where she was gripping. "You're almost there. Take the plug for me."

He groaned as her fingers tugged on his balls, pulling him back so that instead of her pushing the plug forward, he was moving himself back onto it.

Fuck.

With his sack in her grip, his dick bounced against his body, leaving behind wet spots as precum leaked from the tip. The tug on his balls pulled him back, the plug pushing forward, rubbing over that sensitive spot deep inside again and making him gasp. The sensations were almost too intense to be pleasurable, yet he didn't want them to stop.

The discomfort, the burn, grew as the plug went deeper, and he cried out as he felt himself stretch to the point of pain—then it was over. The plug was inside him. His body had snapped shut around the neck between the bulb and the base.

Panting, his head hung down between his arms, his balls still throbbing in Mistress Julie's grip.

Holy hell.

That had been a lot more intense than in class. Not just because the plug was bigger, either.

"Good boy," Mistress Julie murmured, and he felt the plug move inside him as she twisted it back and forth, igniting all the little nerve endings around his sphincter. The slickness of the lube made it easy to spin, and when his muscles clamped down instinctively, all it did was amplify the sensations.

"Fuck!" The word came out in a hoarse bark, the muscles along his back rippling as his body tried to curl inward, tried to adjust to the new stimulation. She laughed low in her throat, then gave the plug a little tug, starting to stretch him around the bulb again before releasing it.

"Very good. Now, I want you sitting down on the bench for me, one foot on either side of it." Releasing his sack, she patted his ass.

Right.

Sitting right on the plug.

Great.

His dick throbbed as he straightened up and turned around to look down at her. The wicked gleam in her eye as she watched him just turned him on even more. His dick bobbed as he stepped back, one leg on either side of the bench, and he took a deep breath. Every movement jostled the plug inside him, bumping it against his prostate, making his cock jerk in reaction.

Lowering himself onto the bench under Mistress Julie's watchful gaze made his face heat, but at the same time, he didn't feel embarrassed exactly—incredibly vulnerable for sure, but not embarrassed. Still, his face was turning red, which might partly be from exertion.

Sitting on the plug meant he was definitely not going to be able to forget it was there. With his legs spread, the bench between them, most of his weight was right on the toy. It wasn't big enough to hurt, but it sure as hell made its presence known.

"Fuck." He let out all the air in his chest as he settled his weight onto the bench, his ass clenching around the plug, the wood cool against the underside of his sack. Mistress Julie smiled at him, pleased, and he felt something flutter inside his chest. Damn, but he liked making her smile.

"I do like a man who listens," she quipped, winking at him.

Connor grinned back at her, eager to please.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Now. Hands behind your back. Fold them up to hold on to your elbows." As she gave him instructions, she moved around behind him. He could hear her pulling something else out of one of the lockers while he did as she said, then felt the leather wrapping around his forearms, locking them together and holding them in place.

It was a good thing he was flexible. Holding the position wasn't the easiest, but the leather strap around them helped. Not too tight, but it gave him some support, so he wasn't straining to stay in place. He was able to relax his arms just a bit, allowing the leather to do some of the work.

Mistress Julie's hand slipped up his back, her nails trailing across his shoulders as she circled back around him, making him shudder at the rivulets of sensation. By the time she came back around to face him—with him sitting on the bench, they were nearly of a height, with her just a little taller than him in her heels—he could feel himself begging for more with his eyes.

Having his hands behind his back meant he wouldn't be able to touch her, which, of course, made his desire to touch her so much bigger.

Her nails trailed down over his chest, scraping over a sensitive nipple, and he hissed out a breath between his teeth. It stung, making the little bud throb, yet his dick throbbed in response because right now, it was struggling to tell the difference between pleasure and pain.

"I think some jewelry next," Mistress Julie announced, smiling down at him. He groaned when she opened her other hand, and he could see that she was holding clamps connected by a thin metal chain.

Yeah, he remembered those things from class. They fucking hurt.

But he'd take the pain for her if that was what she wanted. Hell, he was already taking pain in the ass. The plug hadn't hurt at first, but it was growing more uncomfortable the longer he sat on it, and he found himself squirming in place a bit to try to secure a more comfortable position.

"Is there a problem?" she asked, raising her eyebrow at his groan.

"No, Ma'am. Just remembering how much those hurt."

"They do." Mistress Julie leaned forward, her lips hovering over his as her free hand moved down to grip his dick. This time, his groan was of pure pleasure as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and pumped, moving her hand along the thick length. "And you're going to take it for me, aren't you, good boy?"

"Yes, Ma'am," he said immediately, desperately, and was rewarded with another pump of her hand along his cock.

She released him, and he had to hold back a whimper. Fuck, his cock was aching from the teasing. But if he was a good boy, he'd get a reward. And he liked being good for her. He liked knowing she was pleased with him. That he was doing a good job.

He liked being the one putting a smile on her face, even if that smile was a little sadistic.

Whatever she wanted.

He hissed but didn't protest when she put the first clamp on the tiny bud of his nipple, flattening it. Such a small part of his body, but it throbbed like a mother fucker as it was crushed between the rubber tips of the clamp. A moment later, the other one matched it, leaving him panting for breath as he adjusted to the sensation.

Not that he had time to fully adjust before Mistress Julie was straddling his lap, pulling her tight skirt up to her hips.

She wasn't wearing anything underneath it.

And she wasn't going to get undressed, apparently.

Nope, she was going to ride him—in her boots, skirt hiked up around her waist, corset still on, so that her heaving breasts were right in front of him yet not accessible—all while he was buck ass naked, hands bound behind his back, plug up his ass, and clamps hanging off his nipples. It was the hottest thing that had ever happened to him.

The wet heat of her pussy as it touched the head of his cock agreed with the assessment. Mistress Julie moaned as she began to slowly impale herself on his dick. Her hands came up to cradle the back of his head, and she tipped her head forward to take his lips in a kiss as his cock slid into her. The combination of wet heat gliding over his cock, her tongue in his mouth, his nipples and ass throbbing from the toys…

Fuck, he didn't know how long he was going to be able to last.

As if she'd heard his thought, she lifted her lips from his, one hand gripping the back of his hair, so she could twist his head enough to get her mouth next to his ear.

"Don't you dare cum until I do."

The hot, heavy whisper made his jaw clench, and he shuddered as he pushed back the wave of pleasure. He groaned, trying to think about anything—cold showers, Amy and Zach's issues, Law's bald head—to keep himself from cumming as Mistress Julie started to glide up and down on his cock, using him for her own personal sex toy.

Julie

She'd never considered herself a size queen, but Connor made her feel like one. The size of his cock as she worked herself up and down the long length, and the size of the man himself as she moved atop him. It was intoxicating having him under her control, submitting to her, letting her take the power.

If he'd flexed hard enough, he could have easily popped the snap on the leather strap around his arms.

If he stood, she'd be dumped onto the floor.

If he'd wanted her to stop at any point, all he had to do was say the word.

But he didn't do any of those things. And he wasn't going to. Because he wanted to please her.

To pleasure her.

To take whatever she was willing to give him.

Fuck.

Her pussy tightened around him, making him groan again. She could see the desperation in his eyes—the need to cum, and the struggle to obey her command. That was so damn hot, her pussy clenched around him again.

There was also something incredibly arousing about being mostly clothed while he was entirely naked. It was a show of power that aroused her as much as everything else. And the boots helped give her the height she needed to be able to ride him the way she wanted.

If only she had more time…

Maybe next time.

Julie dismissed the thoughts. There was no point dwelling on what might have been. Connor had wanted privacy, and she had chosen to give it to him without pushing the point. They were still new. The time to show him off, to show them off, would come eventually.

"Fuck… Mistress… please…"

He did beg so nicely, accompanied by a heartfelt groan as he struggled against cumming before her.

"Not yet," she murmured, dragging her teeth down his earlobe and making him cry out as she rose up again, slamming herself down. "I'm getting close, but not yet."

He whimpered as she sucked his earlobe between her lips, a small sound that sent delicious tingles up and down her body. Julie started moving harder, faster. Connor's cock felt like a steel bar as he struggled to hold back his orgasm, hardening to the point where it felt bigger than ever, her pussy clenching and spasming as she impaled herself again and again.

Ecstasy swirled inside her, twisting and rising as her body began to shake.

"Now, Connor." She managed to gasp out the words as she tipped over the edge into the waves of her climax.

He surged up beneath her for the first time, as much as he could, and she clung to him as he lifted them both up just a bit. His hoarse cry was a counterpoint to her moans as she ground herself down on him, rubbing her clit against his body, shuddering as she felt him explode inside her.

Their mutual pleasure went on and on, and she clung to him like he was a buoy in the sea of her ecstasy until they were both utterly spent.