LOGINShare
The Professor’s Toy: His Plaything
Last Updated:
2025-09-11 09:12:55
Latest chapter
Steamy Sessions: A Rosy Forbidden Collection The Professor’s Toy: Being His Good Girl
We kept the conversation light during dinner, chatting about Ohio, the university, and the people we knew in common. He handed me the stack of mail Darren had collected, and disappointment stabbed through me.“Is that why we’re having dinner?” I asked, my voice steady only with effort. “So you can give me my mail?”He watched me silently for a long moment. Finally, he said, “No.” Just the one word.“So why are you here, Maxwell?”“I’m here having dinner with a beautiful woman,” he replied smoothly. “Why are you here, Megan?”I looked at him, my answer echoing words I’d spoken to him so many months ago. “Because my pussy is wet for you, Professor Wilde,” I said softly.His eyes darkened, his grip tightening on the soup spoon, but otherwise he betrayed nothing.“Do you want to come back to my hotel room?” he asked.I nodded.“Do you want to have sex?”Another nod.“Vanilla or otherwise?”“Otherwise,” I whispered.He studied me. “In that case,” he said at last, “we’re going to try to do
Steamy Sessions: A Rosy Forbidden Collection The Professor’s Toy: Reunion
After that night with Maxwell Wilde, I thought about swinging by his office; seeing if I’d get invited to his house again. But something had held me back; perhaps a suspicion that Maxwell could be very dangerous. Not for my body, but for my heart.In any case, everything was a bit of a whirl. A week after that night, I headed to Ohio for Thanksgiving with my family. What I hadn’t expected was to bump into Maxwell there—of all places. A run-in at the grocery store near my aunt’s house, a polite exchange, his knowing smile. That brief brush with him had been enough to reignite every reckless impulse I’d been trying to bury. Distance wouldn’t be enough to erase him, I realized.When the holidays ended, I tried to throw myself into normalcy. Finals, graduation, job applications. Then I packed up my things and left campus for good—moving across the country to San Francisco, where a shiny new job awaited me.The weeks flew by in a haze of activity. I had a ton of boring errands to do; the k
Steamy Sessions: A Rosy Forbidden Collection The Professor’s Toy: Taking My Asshole
His eyes were on me as he moved me off his lap, stood up with cat-like grace. “Come here,” he ordered. “Help me get my clothes off.”I unbuttoned his shirt, pushed it off his shoulders. His hands were on his belt buckle, he slid off his belt in one easy motion; undid his fly and stepped out of his pants and briefs. His cock sprung out, hard and perfect and ready.I couldn’t help it; I wanted it in my mouth again. I licked my lips involuntarily, heard him chuckle. “Nope,” he rebuked. “Be good. Get back on the bed, hands back on the slats.”I assumed my position, my eyes flashing protest. I wanted to touch that body of his; wanted to feel every muscle, every hard bit of him. He looked amused at my resentment; he grinned and winked. “The belt isn’t far away, Megan,” he warned, laughter in his voice. “That was a pretty mild spanking. Trust me, you don’t actually want serious punishment.”Did I not? Perhaps. Perhaps not. I did know that I wanted to experience everything he had to offer; I
Steamy Sessions: A Rosy Forbidden Collection The Professor’s Toy: A Lovely Reward
He patted the side of the bed next to him.I padded into the room, dropped the towel, and climbed onto the bed beside him. My legs parted easily. He just watched me, his expression unreadable.“Lift your hands,” he said at last.I obeyed, raising them. He caught my wrists, guiding them upward to the wooden slats of the headboard.“Hold on. Don’t let go.”I nodded, and that amused smile tugged at his lips before he rose, kneeling between my spread thighs.“Wider, toy,” he ordered.The word still jarred me, but I complied, stretching until my thighs trembled.“Now… I think you deserve a reward.” His fingers brushed against my wetness, slow and deliberate.I twisted, meeting his gaze. My voice came steady, though my heart mocked me for pretending this meant more than it did.“In that case, Professor Wilde, I know what I want.”One eyebrow arched. Clearly, I wasn’t following his script.“What do you want, toy?” His voice was even.“Don’t call me that,” I said quietly. “Call me Meg.”For a
Steamy Sessions: A Rosy Forbidden Collection The Professor’s Toy: His Plaything
It was surprising because naturally I would have slapped any other man who disrespected me in that regard but my pussy gushed every time I obeyed him.His demands were arousing to say the least.Without a second thought I drew closer to his crotch fumbling a bit with his zipper as I unzipped him, I’d never unzipped anything with my mouth; I was clumsy and fumbling and flushed with shame as I tried my best to get his zipper undone. He removed his belt, but stood there watching my shameful attempts, it was a shocker he didn't laugh but he didn't help either.I bobbed up and down, my mouth seeking the pull of the zipper, my cheeks brushed past his hard wrevyion and I could feel it harden further.I rubbed my cheeks again against cock, and ig jumped iy excitement.So my frustration was turning him on? Lovely.It gave me the zeal to finish the task at hand and after many attempts to grab the zipper between my teeth he finally took pity on me.“Stay still,” he growled. He reached for the
Steamy Sessions: A Rosy Forbidden Collection The Professors’ Toy: Caught In His Trap
I swallowed hard, my whole body trembling as another sudden wave hit me. The vibrations nearly ripped an orgasm out of me right there, a gasp breaking past my lips before he finally stopped. My chest rose and fell in sharp, desperate breaths. Professor Wilde’s hand tightened around the remote, jaw clenched so tightly I thought it might crack. His voice was steady when he spoke, but there was something rough beneath it. “Megan.” His green eyes burned into me, sharper than any chalk-drawn equation on his board. “This is highly inappropriate.” Truly, it was. A line so bold and thick it might as well have been carved into stone. But my eyes drifted lower, traitorous, and there it was: the unmistakable bulge pressing against the front of his trousers. Heat flared low in my belly, dizzying. I licked my lips, my voice small but defiant. “Then why aren’t you putting the remote down?” For the first time since I’d known him, Wilde paused. His jaw flexed, his knuckles whitened around
You may also like
Forceful Marriage: Young Master's Mute Wife
A Lake’s Depth1.2M viewsBarren Mother Give Birth To Sextuplets For The HOT CEO
Feathers460.0K viewsSEX WITH THE VIRGIN MAID
Wild Dreams1.7M viewsAccidentally Married
Swiftpen123850.7K viewsCraving The Enemy's Husband
Grace Grandi1.6K viewsDaddy's Crush
Viviane427 viewsThe Beaumont Revenge
Nkechi116 viewsFALLING FOR MR SNOWFLAKE
Trajeh283 views
