Lahat ng Kabanata ng Thirty Dark Nights.: Kabanata 281 - Kabanata 287

LILA.“Lock’s on. Building’s empty. Grade depends on how well you follow instructions.”Professor Hale’s voice was calm. I was already inside when he turned the lock. The click sounded final. I’d shown up at seven exactly, same short skirt, nothing underneath like he told me. The office felt smaller with the door shut. Blinds closed. Only the desk lamp on.I nodded. My bag was on the floor. I didn’t know where to stand.“Desk,” he said. “Edge. Skirt up.”I hopped onto the edge of his desk. The wood was cool under my thighs. He stepped between my knees and pushed them wider with his hands. The skirt rode up on its own. Cool air hit my bare pussy. I was already wet. Had been since I left my apartment. The walk across the dark campus with nothing under the skirt had kept me dripping the whole way.His eyes dropped. He saw it. He didn’t comment at first. He just looked, one hand resting on my knee, thumb stroking slow.“You listened,” he said. “Good. Most don’t make it this far.”“I need

Kira.“Sign it before you leave or do not come back tomorrow.”Marcus sets the thin folder on the edge of my desk at 5:58 pm. The office is already half empty. Most of the floor cleared out twenty minutes ago. I am still in my blouse and pencil skirt, heels under the desk, pretending to finish a spreadsheet. He does not sit. He stands beside my chair and waits.I open the folder. The pages are short. After 6 pm and until midnight I am not permitted clothing. I am not permitted speech unless spoken to. I am not permitted eye contact unless ordered. The collar stays on at all times, including under my work clothes the next day. Additional rules may be added without notice. Breach of any rule resets the night and upgrades the plug. My signature is required at the bottom.My mouth is dry. I pick up the pen. The tip hovers. He watches my hand.“You have ninety seconds.”I sign. The scratch of the pen is loud in the quiet. He takes the folder, checks the signature, and nods once toward his

Kira.“Count them only when I mute.”Marcus sets the notepad on my stomach. The words are already written in his neat handwriting: Do not stop until you squirt three times. I am bound to his office chair with soft cuffs at my wrists and ankles. My thighs are spread wide and secured to the arms of the chair. A thick wand is taped firmly against my clit, already on low. The plug from the last two nights is still inside me. The collar sits snug around my throat. He is on a late call with the overseas team. The speaker is on.He hits mute and looks at me.“You will stay quiet while they can hear me. If a sound slips out, I add another orgasm to the count. Nod if you understand.”I nod. My pulse is already loud in my ears. He unmutes.“Sorry, connection dipped. Walk me through the revised timeline again.”While the voice on the other end speaks, Marcus turns the wand up one level. The vibration sinks straight into my clit. I bite the inside of my cheek. My hips try to shift but the cuffs h

“Say the rest.”His thumb stays under my chin. The posture collar keeps my head exactly where he wants it. My phone lights up again on the table. My sister’s name. Third message. I can already hear the irritation in the words I have not read yet.“If they find out,” I say, voice still thick from his cum, “they will see their perfect daughter on her knees with a plug in her ass and clamps on her nipples connected to her tongue. They will hear me call myself a cum toilet. They will watch me thank you for not letting me come. My mother will cry. My father will never look at me again. My sister will tell everyone.”He nods once, slow. “Good. Now stand up. Turn around. Hands on the arm of the chair.”My legs shake when I rise. The spreader bar is still locked between my ankles so the stance is wide and awkward. The weighted plug shifts with every step. He has not removed the clamps. The chain swings and tugs my tongue as I bend. My palms hit the leather. I am completely open to him.“Descr