Thank you so much for the reception to Pt. 1. Pt. 2 moves us a bit closer to Faith and Ms. D. Pt. 3 is forthcoming, I'm having so much fun with these characters that you might be seeing them for a little while. Please comment and like, and do not forget to check out Pt. 1 if you haven't yet.
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Chapter 3
Sighing profoundly, I pushed the punishing Hitachi wand further away from me. This was my fourth time edging myself for the day and I was growing increasingly frustrated with each attempt.
Orgasm denial may have sounded fun in those stories but I haven't been able to think about much else besides Ms. D's fingers inside me again since last week in the library.
Oh. My. God. That definitely was not what I'd expected. I could close my eyes and still feel her there, so deep, so firm. And that kiss... My toes still curl thinking about it. Definitely a delightful prelude to what I hope will come next.
Though, it's been a week since I last saw her. A sub taught our last class. On a conference trip, the note on her office door read. She hadn't responded to any of my texts and I was getting ready to believe that she'd gotten cold feet until I was called by the mail room to pick up a package earlier.
Not expecting anything, I was surprised to find a black wand lying on the satin interior of the box. A simple note, "No orgasm without my permission. Enjoy." Was she trying to be funny?
Yet here I was, driving myself crazy with desire. I didn't question my need to obey her, even though there was no one to tell her I didn't follow her instructions. The mere fact that I couldn't get what I want increased my pleasure, thus my frustration, tenfold. But thinking about her body pressing me against, her tongue dancing wildly against mine as her thigh pressed between mine...
Reaching again for my instrument of torture, I heard my phone beep. My best friend Letitia wanted me to attend this party for one of our teammates. Choosing between spending the rest of the evening cannibalizing myself and going out to get white girl wasted was not hard at all.
A couple of hours later, I was well on my way to that goal from the table with the best view of the dance floor. The drinks were abundant and free, the music loud and relevant, and the girls queer and half-naked; the perfect recipe for a good night. Waving at the mixed little thing, who according to Letitia had been staring at me since I walked in, I offered to get the next round.
At the bar, she approached me and introduced herself as Venus. After dragging me to the dance floor for a couple of songs, we soon found ourselves making out furiously in the bathroom. It felt good to take and be taken, instead of unsuccessfully throwing myself at a woman who only saw me as a toy. Granted I wasn't sure I didn't want to be her toy, but I definitely hated being ignored.
So there I was in the dimly lit bathroom of the popular nightclub, one leg over the sink conveniently placed in the handicapped stall, one firmly planted on the ground, with the sexiest girl at the party, kneeling in front of me, face-deep in my pussy. She sure knew how to use that tongue, so well that I was nearing an orgasm in minutes. Sliding my fingers through her curls to secure a firmer grip, I rode out my pleasure loudly, comforted by the already noisy atmosphere.
I tasted myself on her lips and got ready to return the favor when a few angry knocks and an offer to join came from the stall door. Laughing, we ran back to the dance floor where Letitia, designated purse holder for the night, waving my phone at me.
- "Someone named "Her" called earlier," she said as soon as I reached the table.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
- "Did you answer?"
- "You're okay, who's that?"
- "Nobody."
Ignoring the collective "oooohhhh" from the table, I took my phone and headed outside. Fuck. This must have been my first time sobering up so quickly. Not only did I come without permission, it was not while using her wand. And she definitely was not going to appreciate the whole other person thing. Fuck.
- "Hello, Mistress?"
- "What are you doing?" At least she sounded playful.
- "Um. At Lumière. My friend Leticia dragged me to my teammate's birthday party."
- "Interesting. When do you plan to get out? I want to see you." What was I? A sidewalk girl?
- "Um.. didn't really have a time."
- "Good. I'm sending you a car."
- "Um."
Click.
No more than 30 minutes later, I was riding in the back of a Camry, singing along to Beyoncé with a very friendly and gay Lyft driver. With all the alcohol, the weed, the guilt, and the endorphins from my recent screaming orgasm in a bathroom full of people after an evening of edging, I was riding high when we finally arrived at a little cottage on the outskirts of town.
I knocked softly on the carved wooden door, yet no response came. It gave way with a small groan when I turned the handle. The lighting was dim, elegant. Giant paintings adorned the walls and bookcases of all shapes could be found around the large foyer.
- "Hello? Ms. D.?"
- "You look like a whore." Her voice came from behind me, startling me.
- "Gotta say, I kinda feel like one right now." There, how about them apples? We moved to the living room where I simply sank into the plush cloud that was her couch.
- "Have you been drinking?" she replied, ignoring my pointed answer, with what I guess was concern on her face.
- "What's it to you? Why was I summoned here in the middle of the night?" I asked, my tone raised. Was I trying to get choked again?
- "Excuse me?"
