Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 90795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
“Fuck, you look so pretty. I wonder how long I can make you wear that,” he says huskily.
“However long you wanted…I would listen, Sir. Because I like to be good for you.”
The smile he gives me rivals the sun in its brightness, and I still can’t believe how often it’s focused on me.
“You’re so fucking good for me. I don’t think you understand just how much I want you.”
No, I don’t, but I know how much I want him, and if it’s anything close, we’re in trouble.
“I wish I’d given you a plug too, but this will have to work for now. Don’t take it off.” There’s a place in it for a lock, but Colton didn’t leave one, so I know he’s trusting me.
“I won’t, Sir.”
“I know you won’t. Pull your pants up. I’ll see you soon.”
I nod. “Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re very welcome, boy.”
And then his face is gone, and I miss it instantly. How can I miss something so much that I just saw? That I just kissed and touched last night?
I try to put him out of my mind while I get dressed again.
It feels slightly heavy on me. Or maybe heavy isn’t the right word, but it’s clear something’s there. I’ve never worn a cock cage before, certainly never in the middle of the day at work. I look at my groin as I move around, trying to figure out if anyone can see it. I hate that the thought of being caught wearing it makes an eager thrill build inside me.
“Stop this,” I tell myself. “Stop obsessing. You have a job to do.” Plus, these thoughts are really fucking inappropriate. It’s not that I want my students to know. That’s not my thing, but teasing about it does more for me than expected.
I manage to get my shit together and head to the classroom. The cage feels weird and noticeable each time I take a step, though I know people can’t tell I’m wearing it.
“Hi, Professor Valentine,” a student says walking by, my face flaming as if she knows, as if she can see what I’m wearing.
“Oh, um, hello.”
I’m stopped three times on the way to the classroom, which isn’t typical, but of course it would happen today. There are a couple of students there early, sitting and working, because of course there would be.
I continue to prepare my lesson, practically having to bite my cheeks to keep from smiling. Is it obvious? Are they wondering if I’ve lost my mind, grinning like a fool for no apparent reason? But there is a reason, and that reason is Colton.
The minutes tick by, closer and closer to class beginning, more and more students filing into the room. Each time the door opens, my eyes are drawn to it, wondering if it’s going to be Colton, needing it to be him, but it isn’t. This is torture, and there’s no doubt in my mind he’s doing it on purpose. He’s never the last one in class, but he will be today. I’d bet money on it.
Finally, just as I’m about to begin, the door opens and there he is. I feel my face heat, know I probably look like someone should take a fire hose to me to put me out.
Colton gives me that smirk he has, the one that’s filled with innuendo from a man that’s clearly up to no good. I whip my head in the other direction, hoping like hell it’s not too obvious and wishing I could crawl to him right now and be his perfect little hole.
“Sorry, Professor Valentine,” he says. “I had something really important come up this morning.”
Oh God. What is he doing? What am I doing, I wonder, before I say, “I hope everything went well?”
“Oh yes. Very well. I’m proud of how it worked out.”
He’s proud of me. Of what I did for him. Of this dirty little secret between the two of us.
“Good. Please have a seat, Mr. Hathaway.”
“Yes, sir,” he replies with a smirk, the look reminding me that he, in fact, is the Sir, but in this moment, we’re playing a game for everyone around us.
It’s going to be a long class…and I know I’ll enjoy every second of it.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
James
My eyes are drawn to Colton the whole lesson. Every time I move, every time the cage brushes my thigh or I notice the heaviness between my legs, I look at him. It’s…a bit fucked up, teaching class this way. Getting off on the fact that Colton—my student—my Sir—is here watching me. That I’m obeying his orders right now, and that each second that goes by feels like an eternity because all I want is him inside me.
On top of me.
Touching me.
Possessing me.
Commanding me.
The room is a hundred degrees and getting hotter by the second. I’m surprised I’m able to hold it together, especially when Colton raises his hand and asks a question. Hearing his voice, the cadence of his speech, measured and deep but with a playful edge I’m not sure anyone else can hear except me, it does things to me, makes me feel like I’m going to combust.