4 — PRIVATE TUTORING (IV)

EMMA

I stood outside his apartment door with my pulse hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. The hallway was quiet. My simple dress felt thin against my skin. Under it I wore nothing again. I raised my hand and knocked.

The door opened. Marcus stood there in a dark shirt, sleeves rolled up. His eyes moved over me once, slow and knowing.

“Come in,” he said.

I stepped inside. The apartment smelled like him, clean and warm. He closed the door and locked it. Then he took my hand and led me down a short hall into his bedroom. The bed was big and neat, dark sheets, sturdy posts at the corners.

“Take the dress off,” he said.

My fingers shook as I pulled it over my head and let it fall to the floor. I stood naked in front of him. Cool air touched my bare skin. He looked at me for a long moment, then pointed to the bed.

“Lie down. Arms up.”

I climbed onto the soft mattress and stretched my arms toward the posts. Soft black restraints waited there. He moved to one side and wrapped the first one around my wrist. It was soft but tight. He checked it with two fingers, then did the same on the other side. When he finished I could not pull free. My heart raced faster.

“Comfortable?” he asked.

“Yes,” I whispered.

He climbed onto the bed and settled between my open thighs. His hands pushed my knees wider. I felt completely open and helpless. He looked at my pussy for a long time, like he was studying it.

“You’ve been wet all day thinking about this, haven’t you?” he said.

“Yes,” I answered. My voice already sounded shaky.

He lowered his head to my pussy. The first slow lick made me jump. He licked me from bottom to top, slow and careful, again and again. He avoided my clit on purpose. The ache built fast.

“Marcus… please—”

“Not yet.” His breath was warm against my skin. “You’re going to stay right here on the edge until I decide you’ve had enough.”

He kept licking, slow and focused. Sometimes he pushed his tongue inside me. Sometimes he sucked gently on my folds. Every time I got close he pulled back and just breathed on me until the feeling faded a little. Then he started again. My hips tried to lift toward his mouth but the restraints held me down.

“Please,” I begged. “I need to cum.”

“Not yet,” he said again. His voice stayed calm. “Tell me how it feels.”

“It feels too good,” I gasped. “It hurts in a good way. I can’t think.”

He hummed against me and finally gave my clit one soft suck. My whole body jerked. He stopped right away.

“Not yet.”

Time stretched. I lost track of how long he kept me like that. My thighs shook. Sweat dampened my skin. Soft broken sounds kept leaving my mouth. He would bring me right to the edge, then back off, over and over. Tears started to sting my eyes from the need.

“Please, Marcus, I can’t… I need—”

“You can.” He slid two fingers inside me while he licked. “You’re going to cum when I say, and you’re going to keep cuming until I stop.”

He curled his fingers into me and sucked hard on my clit at the same time. The first orgasm hit like a wave. I cried out and pulled hard against the restraints. My pussy clenched around his fingers. He did not stop. He kept licking and fingering me through it, forcing the pleasure to stay high.

“Again,” he ordered.

A second climax rolled through me almost right away. Tears spilled down the sides of my face. My voice broke into soft sobs. Still he kept going, patient and ruthless. A third orgasm made my back arch off the bed. My toes curled. The sheets under me felt wet.

“Good girl,” he murmured against my soaked skin. “Keep giving them to me.”

I lost count. Every time one ended he built the next one without mercy. My body shook hard. Sobs mixed with moans. Then a stronger wave hit and I felt something warm and wet gush from me against his mouth. I squirted hard, soaking his chin and the sheets beneath me. The feeling was so intense I sobbed out loud.

“That’s it,” he said, voice rough now. “Soak me. Let it all out.”

He kept eating me through two more until I was completely wrecked, sobbing and trembling, legs weak, voice gone soft and broken. Only then did he lift his head. His mouth and chin shone with me. He reached up and loosened the restraints just enough so he could move my arms, but he did not take them off completely.

He pushed his pants down. His thick cock was hard and ready. He settled between my thighs again and pushed inside me in one deep, possessive thrust. I cried out. I was so sensitive that every inch felt huge.

“Look at me,” he said.

I forced my eyes open. He held my gaze as he fucked me with deep, steady strokes. Each one claimed me completely. There was no room left for thinking. Only the feel of him filling me over and over.

“This pussy is mine tonight,” he growled. “Say it.”

“It’s yours,” I whispered, voice cracked. “All yours.”

He fucked me harder, deeper, the wet sounds loud in the quiet room. My bound wrists pulled against the soft restraints with every thrust. Another orgasm built fast and crashed over me. I sobbed his name. He kept going, chasing his own release with long, powerful strokes until he buried himself deep and came with a low groan, filling me with hot pulses.

For a long time he stayed inside me, breathing hard, forehead against mine. Then he slowly pulled out and reached up to free my wrists completely. My arms dropped to the bed, boneless. He lay beside me and pulled me against his chest. My body still trembled. The sheets under us were soaked. Marks from the restraints circled my wrists.

He stroked my hair slowly. “Tomorrow is Tuesday, and the university library closes late evening,” he said, voice low and calm again. “I expect you there after hours. Ready for whatever I decide you need next.”

I nodded against his chest, too wrecked to speak at first. Finally I found my voice. “I’ll be there.”

He kissed the top of my head once. “Good. Now rest for a little while. You’re not leaving until I say you can.”

I closed my eyes, body soft and marked and still pulsing with everything he had taken from me.