Steamy Dreams
James teased her, running the vibrator along her inner thighs, watching her squirm, her hips shifting restlessly against the desk.
“Please, Professor,” Laura whispered, her voice desperate, breaking character for a moment in her urgency. James smiled, knowing she was fully immersed, her need overriding her composure. He pressed the vibrator against her clit through her panties, eliciting a sharp cry. Her body bucked, the cuffs clinking softly above her, and he held the wand steady, letting the vibrations pulse through her. “Not yet,” he said, pulling it away just as her moans grew frantic, drawing out the anticipation. “You don’t get to decide when you’re rewarded.”