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For A Few Dollars More... (RI & Hahvoc)

His soft and few sounds got under her skin like nothing else and it bothered her to the extreme. She shouldn't be feeling a damn thing for this man. But still, she worked him better than she would her best paying client. Probably because she wanted this over and done with so she could get to her class and relax before the students showed up. But from the tension she could feel, he was gonna restrain himself until their hour was up. But she was up for the challenge. She almost fulling unsheathed him, just the head remaining in her mouth that she teased very lightly with the tip of her tongue. She soon pulled him completely from her mouth to simply lave him with her tongue, though using her mouth to do the gentlest of nips just to see how he would react and she probed to find what sensitive spots he might have on his member.​
 
He cut the sound of his breathing, stifling it into silence, taking shallow breaths through his nose to keep it inaudible. He smiled down at her as she worked on him, his cock throbbing slow and steady against her tongue in time with its movements. Each time her lips brushed down against the base of his cock, near to his testes, it jumped and a slow shiver coursed through his flesh. The same reaction came from when her tongue and lips came together on his frenulum, causing the slit to expand and expunge a single droplet of precum that dribbled its way down his length.

Still, he made himself be silent for the duration of this, but his body continued to react to her mouth. Fingers in her hair tightened slightly, giving a single, sharp tug at her hair after one particularly violent shiver shot up his spine.
 
She felt the tugs on her hair and the jump of his erection whenever she passed over and teased a sensitive spot. It was fun exploring him and figuring out what made him quiver. Though his breathing had changed, which signaled to her that he wasn't trying to react to her. But his body still did. She made it a point to look him square in the eyes as she took him fully into her mouth and sucked, her tongue touching the sensitive spots she had found and teasing them relentlessly. She could taste more of his precum, knowing her activities were starting to really get to him, though he tried hard not to give himself away. His throbbing member that jumped for her gave him away, a long with his tugging and begging hands. It was then that she started sliding him in and out of her mouth at a slow pace, trying to figure out what exactly would make him go crazy.​
 
Minutes ticking away as she worked on him. It was so much harder to maintain control when she took him completely into her mouth, his teeth coming together and gritting as he forced himself to stay still. His sac tightening as his testes grew, a slow, steady process as she pushed him further and further along, gradually swelling up. His breath caught frequently in his throat at one or another particularly incredible sensation.

"You really are good," he said softly in that same, commanding voice, now slightly ragged with lust. He longed to just dominate her mouth, but he was going to let her enjoy this taunting of him, this seeming power she had over him. Then he'd take it away, and make her work for it all over again.
 
Most guys would have cracked by now and orgasmed, but no, not him! He was putting her to work, just like he wanted. And it was making her aggravated. She wanted to be done with this now, but she refused to use her hands and end it. He would only get her mouth and that was it. She quickened her pace, pulling him in and out of her mouth much more quickly, sucking and licking as she did so. Selene could hear his breath catch every couple seconds but it wasn't enough. She wanted him to come and be able to leave with a little dignity. But he probably didn't want that, no, not at all. He wanted her to feel low and under his thumb, it was easy to tell. She knew she didn't have the power she wanted, but she did have some and she twisted her tongue about his member, swirling it around with a flick as she sucked him back in in order to show it. She could very well stop what she was doing and torment him into begging her to do it, but she didn't have all the time in the world to argue with him. She set about trying a little harder to make him orgasm.​
 
His body twitched, a violent shudder running up his spine at the extreme measures she was taking to try to get him off. He couldn't help it; a low chuckle escaped his throat, his fingers in her hair loosening their grip slightly. His shaft continued to pulse in her mouth, briefly interrupting its rhythm in time with the brief chuckle, then back again.

"You go at it with such vigor, Selene. Are you certain you aren't enjoying this, not even in the slightest bit?" His voice, amused, a smile on his lips. Another little breathy moan that eased its way past his lips, unable to hold it back, the act of speaking temporarily disrupting his control. Still, he thought it worth it, even if he did unintentionally reward her with that noise.
 
And that's what set her off. She slowed her pace to basically nothing and pulled him free from her mouth with a lewd pop as he moaned. It didn't matter, however. She wasn't going to just take this sitting down, no pun intended. She gripped him hard and tugged, not being so gentle anymore, but she said nothing, her hand just barely wrapping about his shaft as her nails raked along the tender underside. She glared at him, but still didn't bother to speak since she didn't have a good enough retort. She checked her watch and blinked at the time. She had twenty minutes to her next class and he still hadn't gotten off. This was both frustrating and amusing. She was so tempted to ask if he needed a picture of a naked man to get off. It was tempting...so tempted to call him on being homosexual, even though she knew he wasn't. It would just be worth it to see his expression.​
 
He laughed low in his throat as her mouth popped off of his cock, watching her with dancing eyes. Her nails scraping along the underside of his shaft, combined with the warm saliva rapidly cooling and the memory of her mouth wrapped around his cock, did him in. His cock twitched, his sac swelled thickly, and he let out a quiet groan. Fingers tightening once more in her hair, he pulled her head back forward, pressing the head of his cock up against her lips.

"I'd open, if I were you," he said calmly, even as his body quaked. With just a brief instant to comply or refuse, he came. Blistering hot seed erupted from the tip of his cock, faintly sweet fluid that pumped out of his sac, one hard load after another, spurting in bursts. Four heavy bursts of cum in all before his cock finally twitched, going still.
 
The pull on her head was enough to almost make her scream, but she opened up and swallowed what she could, given what little warning she had been given. Some got on her cheek and chin and she hated the feeling of it as some of it slid down her throat. It was disgusting, like she was being marked by him or something and the sticky warm feeling wasn't something she wanted in the least. When he stopped, she glared up at him and used his pant leg to get the semen off her face and neck, not caring if he got angry. She shoved the chair back and stood up, hearing it roll as she crossed her arms and glared down at him.

"May I leave now?"

She practically hissed between her teeth as she stood there, wanting in that moment to claw his eyes out, but refraining from doing so. Barely. She kept a tight lid on her anger and would vent it out later. She waited impatiently for an answer from him. It didn't help that her frustration was building and she blinked back the sting of tears again, like she had done the day before.​
 
He chuckled low in his throat, retrieving her clothes from the drawer and scooting the chair close to the desk once more. Laying all of the clothes atop the desk, sans her panties, he opened a drawer to his right to withdraw a different pair of panties. This pair was black, sheer, lacy, with something odd about the crotch. It was stiffer than it should have been, but beyond that, they looked normal enough.

"Wear those," he said, pushing the pile of clothes across the desk to her. Tucking his still-stiff cock into his pants and buttoning them, he leans back slightly in the chair to watch her dress. He'd enjoy this almost as much as watching her undress.
 
She knew what the black panties were and she sighed, unable to stop herself. Not that it mattered. She dressed, not really caring that he watched her. His pants were ruined and she was damn glad about it. She adjusted her blouse before she dawned her suit jacket, completing her outfit as she fixed her hair, knowing he had messed it up with all his tugging and pulling. She checked in her little pocket mirror and adjusted a few strands before she tucked the little mirror away, turning her eyes to glare at him some more. She didn't ask to leave again. She had asked already and she had class to attend to.​
 
One hand lifts, gesturing for her to leave the same way she came in. He was finished with her - for now. When classes were over with, though, well. She might just come crawling to him, once she started to think about it. He gave her one of those little smiles that said 'You'll be back'.

"You may leave now, Sister McKay," he said as his hand waved. He leaned back in his chair, briefly eying the stains on his pants. He had spares, but he'd get her back for that. Oh, yes. He most certainly would get her back for that.
 
She didn't bother giving him a reaction to his smile or his words. She exited the way she came, but like before, she slammed the door just loud enough to make a statement. She wasn't happy about this in the least. She gave Ann a small smile as she walked back to her class, grabbing her purse and fixing her hair a bit on the way. She was glad she hadn't decided to put on lipstick. She noticed students gathered about her doors and she apologized for being late, unlocking the door and letting them in. She sighed lightly as she closed the door, speaking to the class.

"Open your books to page 117. We will be reading about Romeo and Juliet."

She heard several groans and some cheers as she went about writing a few things down on the board. Turning back to her class, she smiled.

"Now, I'll give you an option. We can either assign parts or have you read to yourselves. What would you prefer?"

And the day continued as such as she gave out a test to two of her classes and had them read some of Shakespeare's works. In her more advanced class, they were studying the differences between Genesis and Gods, Heroes, and Monsters, which was all about Greek Mythology.​
 
He dealt with several small issues throughout the day, from students sent to his office, to financial reports. The school was still in the black, thanks. Throughout the day, however, he kept a small, circular remote on his still-cleared desk, only every occasionally pressing the single button upon it. Sometimes it'd be a quick press, other times he'd rest his elbow on it while he read his way through the report.

The end result, however, was the same. Every time the button was pressed, the oblong plates within the pair of panties he'd given to Sister McKay began to pulse and vibrate, pressing up against her sex and stimulating. A single dot at the topmost section clung the most tightly, however, applying directly to her clitoris each time the button was pressed.

As the school day wore on, he alternated between long and short presses. Sometimes an entire hour, or two, would go by without him pressing it, shortly followed by a cascading press of the buttons. He wasn't enjoying himself with it, however; he'd have preferred to see her face as the button was pressed. Still, it was an incentive for her to return to his office after the school day was over.
 
It took a lot of willpower not to express the random little bits of pleasure she would get while teaching her students. The short pressed made her jump while the long ones made her lean against her desk and cross her legs, doing her damnedest to focus on the lesson. It took a lot of willpower and she was so thankful when lunch came about because she was so thoroughly aroused, she was tempted to knock herself out, literally. She was given some peace during classes, but it wasn't an all the time thing. The man was driving her crazy and she really wished she could punch him in the face. She had been tempted, more than once, to take off the damn panties and go commando, but with her luck, she would forget them and have him on her case about it. She sighed as she sat at her desk, head in her arms as she sighed. He hadn't pressed the button for the past twenty minutes and she was thankful about it. She sighed as she combed her fingers through her hair and went about correcting some papers. She had one more class now...

She saw her last student off with a sigh before she closed the door and groaned as she sat at her desk. The bastard had had way too much fun pressing and pressing that button. She was practically dripping from the stimulation as much as she didn't want to admit it. She felt as though if she was touched in the slightest, she would explode. She was so very tempted to go home and just bring herself to oblivion, but she wanted her own underwear and not what she was wearing. So, grudgingly, she gathered up her things and walked up to the third floor, noticing that Ann had left early once again. She sighed as she knocked on the door, feeling so tired and achy, she thought she might just pass out..​
 
As the knock on the door came, he lifted the circular remote into his left hand, cupping the small device in his palm... and squeezing it. Unrelenting upon it this time, he doesn't stop, or play with it. This time he bears down on her with the full weight, unceasing.

"Come in," he prompts. The office looking the same as before, but this time, with a few additions. Steel chains, ending in manacles that would clasp around small wrists, hung from the rings set into the corners of the table. Locking steel manacles had been affixed to the rings in the front bottom legs of the desk. And his eyes were fixed firmly upon the doorway, to watch her entrance.
 
"Ahhhhhh!"

She gasped out and pressed against the door, squirming from the relentless vibrations and stimulation from the naughty underwear she wore. She turned and pressed her back against it, crossing her legs and uncrossing them in attempts to get it to stop. It was too much. Her breath grew heavy and ragged as the stimulation grew worse and worse it seemed and she was so very close to the edge, but not close enough. She yanked open the door and practically stumbled in before closing it behind her. She looked over the room briefly before looking to her tormentor with a flushed face and almost desperate expression. She pressed her back against the door and scratched lightly at the wood as she looked at Alistair.

"Make it stop.."

She whispered, before swallowing and repeating herself in a much louder voice, thick with arousal and desperation.

"Make it stop!"

She closed her eyes and shook before she opened her eyes and looked at him, refusing to make any sounds and such that would satisfy him. But it was damn hard when her whole body was buzzing, her nipples harder than diamonds at this point as she looked at him. She wouldn't beg, would never beg.​
 
"You can make it stop yourself, Sister," he said as he watched her antics, a faint smile on his lips. Leaning back in his chair, he gripped the control tightly in his hand, refusing to release the button that controlled the vibrations. Watching her in obvious agony simply made his pants grow tighter, his tongue moving across his lips to moisten them.

"All you have to do is strip down and crawl up on this desk without having an orgasm. Then you can remove them."
 
"Wouldn't that be counterproductive if I stripped down?"

She said with sarcasm as she closed her eyes and clenched her jaw. She knew what he meant, but she was being a smart ass because it hurt. She simply hurt. She started undoing her jacket with shaking fingers, slipping on the buttons a few times before getting some undone. It was taking too long for her liking, but she wouldn't risk damaging her suit just because she wanted it off. Soon her jacket was off along with her top. The skirt followed next along with her heels and she stood in her bra and panties before him. She didn't like the exposure much, knowing he could see some of the flaws in her skin from clients getting overly physical. She still had some of the burn marks along her right hip. With reluctance, she ditched her bra as well and swallowed. The desk seemed a mile away from where she stood. Breasts heaving slightly with her effort to breathe, she walked carefully to the desk, feeling like she might topple over from the orgasm denial. But she made it nonetheless.

It was crawling that was the hard part. She took a deep breath and pulled herself up onto his desk deliberately slow, the press of the wood against her stomach and thighs causing her body to quake and she almost fell off. The coldness of the wood against her breasts when she lost some of her balance had her breath whooshing out of her. She did crawl onto the best and on hands and knees, jaw clenched tight, she said fiercely yet seductively.

"May I remove them, now?"​
 
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