Coping with keeping my hand off my pussy wasn't even a tiny bit easier in the week that followed. The only thing that helped was throwing myself into my schoolwork, but there was only so much work to be done. When I wasn't focusing on my work, there seemed to be nothing in the world that would take my mind off how desperate my pussy was to be touched.
Every night I fell asleep struggling to behave, and every night I told myself that I
needed
to be obedient for him and managed to do it. But it was still so goddamn hard, harder than anything I'd ever done in my life.
I kept replaying everything that had happened between us so far in my mind, remembering every single detail with shivering Technicolor intensity. It was as if there had been this submissive, obedient little slut deep inside me all this time, just waiting for the right strong, dominant man to come along and wake her up.
I felt so changed that part of me wondered if it were obvious to everyone. I felt as if there were a new-found glow about me, the constant overpowering sexual frustration leaving me radiant.
Somehow it was actually increasing my desire to be obedient for him. It was like a constant reminder that I was beautifully, fully under his control. When I wanted nothing more than to cum but was giving it all up for him, that meant I must be
really
submitting to him.
Finally Tuesday and our next meeting rolled around. I eagerly arrived at his office at four o'clock sharp, excited to see what he had in store for me this time.
I came in and, after being told to, closed the door and stepped up to where he was sitting at his desk. He began slowly stroking my hips. I whimpered.
"Well. Are you continuing to be a good girl for me?" he asked.
"Yes, but it isn't easy," I admitted. "I spend so much time wanting to touch myself!"
"I'm sure you do," he said, "but just keep in mind that this is, as I told you, for your own good. And it pleases me, and you want to please me, don't you?"
"So much!" I exclaimed. I didn't add that having his hands on me now was making me even more eager to-I didn't want him to think that I only wanted to obey him so he'd reward me with pleasure. That was most definitely
not
the only reason, but I couldn't deny that it was a
bit
of a motivating factor.
He took his hands off me then.
"I have something new planned for us today," he said. "I thought we could have some fun with your one remaining hole. Have you ever been fucked in your ass before?"
"No, never," I replied, a little nervous. What if it hurt?
He opened his desk and took out a bottle of lube. "Don't worry," he said, as if he'd picked up on my nervousness. "We'll make sure you're nice and ready for me first."
"Take off your panties, bend over my desk, and spread your legs," he instructed. I did. He folded my skirt up and started slowly stroking my ass. I whimpered again. Every single touch from him made me feel as if I were going to explode.
"All right. I'm going to put a couple of fingers inside you now," he said. I didn't feel too nervous about just a couple of fingers, but as I'd never had
anything
there before I still had no idea if I'd like it or what it was even going to feel like.
He slowly worked two lubed fingers in and out of me. It felt
fantastic.
I found myself wondering why I'd wasted my whole life before this point not experimenting this way.
"How does it feel?" he asked, still slowly finger-fucking me.
"So good!
I really didn't know if I was going to like it or not but I
love
it!"
"Excellent. Do you think you can handle my cock now?"
"Yes! Please!"
He removed his fingers and I heard him unzipping his pants. There was a pause when I figured he must be putting lube on himself, and then, a moment later, the head of him against me.
Then...he moved no farther. This time I knew he wasn't being careful to make sure I was ready. He was, once again, reminding me that he was "my superior in both intellect and authority" and didn't
have
to fuck me no matter how desperate I was for it. He'd been being so gentle that I'd almost forgotten that he really was superior to me and wanted to make damn sure I knew it at every opportunity.
I waited and he still wasn't moving. He seemed to love it when I begged him, and anyway, I felt damn
ready
to beg when he was just on the verge of giving me something I wanted so much but still wasn't.
"Please
fuck my ass, Professor Fitzgerald! Your fingers felt so good, and I
need
your cock inside me!
Please!"
He didn't say a word in response, but just a moment later he thrust the full length of his cock into me,
hard.
I let out a noise that was a combination of a gasp and a moan. I felt so
full,
in a way I never had from being fucked in either of my other holes.
