Chapter 10: Butt Plug
n the morning, Sarah woke to the sensation of something foreign and intrusive in her most intimate place. She groaned, her body stiff and aching from the previous night's encounter, as she slowly stretched, her fingers reaching back to touch the base of the butt plug still lodged within her. She blushed at the memory of Marcus pushing it inside her, of his dominant presence and commanding words. She could still feel the echo of his touch, the ghost of his lips on hers, and the lingering taste of him in her mouth.
The plug was a constant reminder of their encounter, a physical connection to him that she couldn't ignore. She winced as she sat up, the movement sending a jolt of sensation through her.
The sun streamed in through the window, casting a warm glow over the cluttered room. Emily was still asleep on the couch, her long blonde hair cascading over the edge, her blue eyes fluttering softly behind closed lids. Sarah envied her ability to sleep so soundly, to wake up without the weight of guilt and confusion pressing down on her.
She sighed, running a hand through her short brown hair as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. The plug shifted inside her, a reminder of the night before, and she winced at the unfamiliar sensation.
She stood up, her body protesting the movement, and made her way to the bathroom. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror - her big brown eyes were haunted, her cheeks flushed, and her short brown hair was a tousled mess. She looked like a stranger, a girl she didn't recognize, and it sent a shiver down her spine.
She turned away from the mirror, her eyes falling on the shower stall. She needed to wash away the remnants of last night, to cleanse her body and her mind. She turned the water on, waiting for it to heat up, before stepping inside.
The hot water pounded against her skin, turning it a rosy pink, as she stood under the spray, her eyes closed, her mind racing. She could still feel Marcus's hands on her, his lips on hers, his cock inside her.
The hot water did little to wash away the memories, the sensations, the feelings that lingered like a phantom touch. She ran her hands over her body, washing away the remnants of their encounter, but it felt like she was washing away a part of herself, a part that had been awakened, claimed, corrupted.
As she stepped out of the shower, she caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her body was marked with evidence of their passionate encounter - hickies on her neck, bruises on her hips, and a faint redness on her inner thighs.
She traced the marks with her fingertips, a shiver running down her spine as she remembered the intensity of their lovemaking. He had been insatiable, his desire for her unquenchable, and she had submitted to him completely, her body yielding to his every command.
She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the day ahead. She had classes to attend, a life to live, and she couldn't let last night's indiscretion consume her. She quickly dried off, wrapping a towel around her petite frame, and made her way back to her room.
Emily was still asleep, her long blonde hair splayed across the pillow, her blue eyes fluttering softly behind closed lids. Sarah tiptoed around the room, gathering her clothes for the day, her mind still racing with the events of the previous night.
As she dressed, she couldn't help but let her fingers trail over the marks on her body, the physical reminders of her encounter with Marcus. She felt a strange mix of emotions - guilt for cheating on Ben, shame for submitting so completely to Marcus, and a lingering desire that refused to be ignored.
She caught her reflection in the mirror, her big brown eyes filled with a conflicted gaze, her short brown hair still damp from the shower. She looked like a girl on the edge, teetering between innocence and corruption, and it sent a shiver down her spine.
She slipped on a pair of jeans and a fitted t-shirt, her fingers trembling as she buttoned her fly. She caught sight of the plug reflected in the mirror, a silver glint winking at her from between her buttocks.
She blushed, a surge of embarrassment and excitement coursing through her. She quickly pulled up her jeans, the denim fabric rubbing against the plug, sending a jolt of sensation through her. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself, before turning to face the room.
Emily was still asleep, her chest rising and falling rhythmically, her long blonde hair fanned out around her like a golden halo. Sarah envied her ability to sleep so soundly, to be so unaffected by the events of the previous night.
She tiptoed around the room, gathering her books and notebooks for her first class of the day. She paused by the door, looking back at Emily, her mind racing with thoughts of last night, of Marcus, of the plug still lodged inside her.
As she stepped out into the hallway, she was greeted by the familiar bustle of college life. Students rushed past her, their faces buried in textbooks or phones, their voices blending into a cacophony of noise. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the day ahead, and made her way towards her first class.
The hallway was a symphony of chaos - students rushing past her, their faces buried in textbooks or phones, their voices blending into a cacophony of noise. The air was thick with the scent of coffee and desperation, the latter emanating from the students who had pulled all-nighters to cram for exams.
Sarah's heels clicked against the linoleum floor, the sound echoing through the sterile corridor. She clutched her books to her chest, her fingers digging into the worn spines, as if they were a lifeline, a reminder of the normalcy she was desperate to cling to.
Her heart pounded in her chest, a rhythm that matched the throbbing sensation between her legs, a constant reminder of the plug still lodged inside her.
Her first class of the day was Psychology 101, a lecture hall filled with rows of uncomfortable chairs and a stage at the front where the professor held court. Sarah found a seat near the back, her eyes scanning the room, taking in the familiar faces, the tired expressions, the sheer exhaustion that seemed to permeate the very air.
She settled into her chair, her body still aching from the night before, the plug shifting slightly as she moved, sending a jolt of sensation through her.
The lecture hall was a sea of slumped shoulders and drooping heads, the students either engrossed in their notes or struggling to stay awake. The professor, a tall, thin man with glasses perched on the end of his nose, droned on about the id, ego, and superego, his voice a monotonous hum that threatened to lull Sarah into a stupor.
She tried to focus, to take notes, but her mind kept drifting back to Marcus, to the feel of his hands on her body, to the way he had taken her, claimed her, corrupted her.
She shifted in her seat, the movement sending a jolt of sensation through her, a reminder of the plug still lodged inside her. She blushed, her cheeks flushing with warmth as she remembered how he had pushed it inside her, how he had commanded her to wear it, to keep her ready for him.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket, a soft vibration that sent a jolt of anticipation through her.
She slipped her hand into her pocket, her fingers wrapping around the smooth surface of her phone. She glanced at the screen, her heart leaping into her throat as she saw Marcus's name flashing across it.
**Marcus:** Meet me in the bathroom. Now.
Sarah's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. She glanced around the lecture hall, her eyes darting from one sleepy student to another. No one seemed to notice her, no one seemed to care.
She slipped her phone back into her pocket, her heart hammering in her chest as she gathered her books and notebooks, stuffing them into her bag with trembling hands.
She stood up, her legs feeling like they were made of jelly, and made her way towards the aisle. She could feel the plug shifting inside her with every step, a constant reminder of Marcus's command, of his dominance.
The lecture hall was a blur of faces and whispers as she made her way towards the exit. She could feel the weight of their stares, the curiosity, the judgment, but she didn't care.
All she could think about was Marcus, his commands, his touch, his desire. She quickened her pace, her heels clicking against the linoleum floor, echoing through the sterile hallway like a metronome counting down the seconds until she would be with him again.
The bathroom was at the end of the hallway, a stark white door with a silver handle. Sarah pushed it open, the hinges creaking softly, and stepped inside. The room was bathed in a harsh fluorescent light, the stark contrast to the dimly lit hallway making her squint.
The air was thick with the scent of disinfectant, a sterile smell that did little to mask the underlying aroma of urine and sweat. Her heels clicked against the cold tile floor, the sound echoing through the empty room, announcing her arrival.
Marcus was already there, his tall, muscled frame leaning against the wall, his dark skin contrasting sharply with the white tiles. His eyes, piercing and intense, locked onto hers as she entered, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face.
"There you are, my little slut," he growled, pushing off from the wall and stalking towards her. Sarah's heart pounded in her chest, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. She backed away, her heels clicking against the tile floor, until she felt the cold ceramic of the sink press against her back.
Marcus cornered her, his hands planting firmly on either side of her, caging her in.
His dark eyes never left hers, a silent command that made her knees weak. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, the scent of his cologne filling her nostrils, a heady mix that made her head spin.
"Did you think you could disobey me, Sarah?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. She shook her head, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short gasps. "No, Daddy," she whispered, the title slipping from her lips without thought, a reflex born from their shared secret.
Marcus's eyes flashed, a spark of satisfaction igniting within them. He liked it when she called him that, she knew, and the power it gave him over her.
"Good girl," he murmured, his hands moving from the sink to her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. She gasped, her body arching into his, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the feel of him. He was hard, his cock pressing against her through the denim of his jeans, a testament to his desire for her.
She could feel the heat of him, the thickness, and it sent a surge of moisture between her legs, her body aching for him, yearning for him.
"On your knees, Sarah," he commanded, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking to the door, a sliver of fear slicing through her. What if someone walked in? What if they got caught?
Marcus seemed to sense her thoughts, his grip on her hips tightening, his voice dropping to a low growl. "Now, Sarah.
Don't make me wait," Marcus warned, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. The fear of getting caught, of being discovered, only served to heighten her arousal, her body responding to the danger, to the thrill. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come, before slowly sinking to her knees.
The tile floor was cold and hard, a stark contrast to the warmth and softness of Marcus's body.
Sarah's knees ached as she knelt before him, her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She could feel the plug shifting inside her, a constant reminder of his command, of his dominance.
Marcus loomed above her, his tall, muscled frame casting a shadow over her petite body. His dark eyes were locked onto hers, a silent command that made her heart race. She could see the hunger in his gaze, the raw, primal desire that made her feel both vulnerable and powerful.
She was his, completely and utterly, and the knowledge sent a surge of wetness between her legs.
Marcus's hands moved to his belt, the buckle clinking as he undid it, the leather hissing as he pulled it through the loops. Sarah watched, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short gasps, as he unbuttoned his jeans, the denim fabric straining against his hard cock.
He pushed his jeans down, his boxers following suit, until his cock sprang free, thick and hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum.
Sarah's mouth watered at the sight, her body aching to taste him, to feel him in her mouth, on her tongue.
"Take it, Sarah," Marcus commanded, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. What if they saw her like this, on her knees, submitting to him?
Marcus seemed to sense her thoughts, his hand moving to her chin, his fingers tilting her head up until she was looking into his dark, intense eyes.
"Suck my cock" he ordered, his voice low and commanding. Sarah hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking to the door, the fear of getting caught warring with her desire to please him, to submit to him completely.
Seeing her hesitation, Marcus's grip on her chin tightened, his eyes flashing with impatience. "Now, Sarah," he growled, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Sarah took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come, before leaning forward and wrapping her lips around the head of his cock.
Marcus's fingers tightened in her hair, guiding her, controlling her, as she took him deeper into her mouth.
The taste of him was intoxicating, a heady mix of salt and musk that made her head spin. She could feel him pulsing against her tongue, his desire for her evident in every throbbing vein, every rigid inch.
She swirled her tongue around the head, eliciting a low groan from Marcus, before taking him deeper, her lips stretching to accommodate his thickness.
His cock filled her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, and she fought the urge to gag, instead focusing on the sensation of him, the raw power and desire that radiated from him.
Marcus's hips bucked slightly, his cock thrusting deeper into her mouth, his grip on her hair tightening. She could feel the heat of him, the throbbing pulse of his desire, and it sent a surge of wetness between her legs. She moaned around his cock, the vibrations eliciting another groan from him, his body tensing above her.
She could feel the tension building in him, the coiled spring of his desire ready to snap. She wanted to taste him, to feel him come undone in her mouth, to know that she had brought him to the brink of ecstasy.
Marcus's grip on her hair tightened, his hips moving in time with her mouth, his cock sliding in and out of her lips with steady, rhythmic thrusts. She could feel the heat of him, the raw power and desire that radiated from him, and it made her feel alive, desired, wanted.
Marcus's hips moved in time with her mouth, his cock sliding in and out of her lips with steady, rhythmic thrusts. She could feel the tension building in him, his body growing taut, his grip on her hair tightening. She could taste the saltiness of his pre-cum, the hint of his release, and it spurred her on, her mouth moving faster, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock.
Marcus's groans filled the small bathroom, the sound echoing off the cold tile walls, a symphony of his pleasure that made her heart race.
His fingers tightened in her hair, his grip bordering on painful, as he guided her, controlled her, his hips moving in time with her mouth. She could feel the tension coiling in him, the raw, primal desire that threatened to consume them both.
And then, without warning, he pulled her off him, his cock slipping from her mouth with a wet pop. He started stroking his length , his hand moving up and down, his eyes locked onto hers.
"Touch yourself, Sarah," he commanded, his voice ragged with desire. "Make yourself come while I watch."
Sarah hesitated, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She had never touched herself in front of anyone before, let alone a man as dominant and commanding as Marcus.
"Now, Sarah," he growled, his hand moving faster, his cock throbbing in his fist. "Don't make me wait."
Sarah took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest, before slowly moving her hand between her legs.
She could feel the heat of her own desire, the dampness of her panties, as she tentatively began to rub herself through the thin fabric.
Marcus watched her, his dark eyes locked onto her movements, his hand still stroking his cock. The sight of him, so powerful and in control, yet undone by his desire for her, sent a surge of confidence coursing through her veins.
She slipped her hand beneath the waistband of her jeans, her fingers trailing through the soft curls that guarded her entrance.
She could feel the heat of her own desire, the dampness of her panties, as she tentatively began to rub herself, her fingers circling her clit with feather-light touches. She let her eyes flutter closed, her head tilting back, as she lost herself in the sensation of her own touch, her fingers moving faster, the pressure building inside her.
She could hear Marcus's ragged breaths, the sound of his hand moving on his cock, a symphony of their shared desire that only served to heighten her own.
"Look at me, Sarah," Marcus commanded, his voice a low growl that cut through her haze of pleasure. "I want to see your eyes when you come."
Sarah's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto Marcus's dark, intense stare. She could see the hunger in his eyes, the raw, primal desire that matched her own, and it sent a surge of wetness between her legs.
She moaned, her fingers moving faster, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she chased her release.
Marcus's hand moved in time with hers, his cock throbbing in his fist, his eyes locked onto her movements. The sight of him, so powerful and in control, yet undone by his desire for her, only served to heighten her own pleasure.
"Come for me, Sarah," Marcus growled, his voice a low, commanding rumble that sent shivers down her spine. "Come on my command."
Sarah's body tensed, her fingers moving faster, the pressure building inside her.
She could feel the heat of Marcus's gaze, the intensity of his desire, and it pushed her closer to the edge.
"Almost there, aren't you, my little slut?" Marcus taunted, his voice a low growl that sent a jolt of electricity through her. "You're close, I can tell. Your fingers are moving faster, your breath is coming in short gasps. You're desperate for it, aren't you?"
Sarah moaned, her body arching, her fingers moving faster, her clit throbbing under her touch.
She was so close, she could feel it, the pressure building inside her, the heat spreading through her veins. She could feel the plug shifting inside her, the sensation intensifying her pleasure, pushing her closer to the edge.
"Please," she begged, her voice breathy, her eyes locked onto Marcus's. "Please, Daddy, let me come." He loved it when she begged, when she submitted to him completely. He could feel his own release building, his cock throbbing in his fist, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
He locked eyes with Sarah, her big brown eyes filled with a mix of desire and desperation, her fingers moving frantically between her legs.
"Stop," he commanded, his voice a low growl that echoed through the small bathroom.
Sarah's fingers froze, her body tensing as she teetered on the precipice of ecstasy. Her eyes, wide and pleading, locked onto Marcus's, a silent plea for release.
Marcus smirked, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement at her desperation. He loved having this power over her, loved watching her squirm, loved knowing that she was completely at his mercy.
"What's wrong, Sarah?" he taunted, his voice a low purr that sent shivers down her spine. "Don't you want to come?"
Sarah bit her lip, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and frustration.
"Please, Daddy," she whimpered, her fingers twitching with the need to move, to chase the release that was just out of reach. "I need to come."
Marcus chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down Sarah's spine. "I know you do, my little slut," he said, his voice a low rumble that made her heart race. "But your not coming right now"
He paused, letting the words sink in, reveling in the look of frustration and desire that crossed her face. "You're going to go back to class, Sarah. You're going to sit in that lecture hall, with that plug still inside you, your pussy aching for release." He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low growl. "And you're going to obey me, aren't you?"
Sarah nodded, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, Daddy," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Marcus smirked, a slow, predatory smile that sent a shiver down Sarah's spine. He loved it when she called him that, loved the power it gave him over her, the submission it represented.
"Good girl," he murmured, his hand moving to her chin, his thumb tracing her bottom lip. Sarah's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest as she savored the feel of him, the heat of his touch. "Now first get ready for your reward" he quickened the pace of his strokes , his grip tightening, his eyes locked onto hers. "I'm gonna come all over your pretty face,"
he growled, his voice ragged with desire. "You're going to take it, every last drop, aren't you, my little slut?"
Sarah nodded, her cheeks flushing with excitement and humiliation. She had never had a man come on her face before, and the thought of it sent a surge of wetness between her legs.
"Say it, Sarah," Marcus commanded, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. "Tell me you're going to take my come on your face."
Sarah hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking to the door, her heart pounding in her chest.
What if they saw her like this, on her knees, about to take a man's come on her face?
The thought sent a jolt of fear and excitement through her, her body responding to the danger, to the thrill.
"Say it, Sarah," Marcus repeated, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument. His hand moved faster, his cock throbbing in his fist, his eyes locked onto hers.
"Yes, Daddy," Sarah whispered, her voice barely audible, her cheeks flushing with humiliation and desire. "I...I'm going to take your come on my face."
A slow, predatory smile spread across Marcus's face, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"That's my good girl," he murmured, his hand moving faster, his breathing growing ragged. Sarah could feel the tension building in him, the coiled spring of his desire ready to snap. She braced herself, her heart pounding in her chest, her eyes locked onto his.
"Open your mouth, Sarah," Marcus commanded, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking to the door, her heart pounding in her chest.
She could hear the muffled sounds of footsteps and laughter floating in from the hallway, a stark reminder of the world outside this small, sterile bathroom. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come, before slowly opening her mouth, her eyes locked onto Marcus's.
He looked down at her, his dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction and desire, his hand moving faster, his cock throbbing in his fist.
"You're mine, Sarah," he growled, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. "Every inch of you belongs to me. You understand that, don't you?"
Sarah nodded, her heart pounding in her chest, her pussy aching with unfulfilled desire.
Marcus smirked, a slow, predatory smile that sent a jolt of electricity through her.
He knew he had her, completely and utterly, and the knowledge sent a surge of power coursing through his veins. He could feel his release building, his cock throbbing in his fist, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"Here it comes, Sarah," he growled, his voice a low rumble that echoed through the small bathroom. "You're going to take it all, aren't you, my little slut?"
Sarah nodded, her eyes wide, her mouth open, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
She could feel the heat of Marcus's gaze, the intensity of his desire, and it sent a surge of wetness between her legs. She was so turned on, so desperate for release, that she barely registered the first hot, sticky streams of Marcus's come coating her face. It was warm and salty, the taste of him filling her mouth, her nostrils, her eyes, as he pumped his release onto her waiting tongue.
"Take it, Sarah," Marcus grunted, his voice ragged with pleasure.
"Take every last drop." And she did, her eyes locked onto his, her mouth open, her tongue sticking out slightly to catch the streams of his release. She could feel it dripping down her chin, coating her cheeks, her neck, a sticky, salty reminder of his dominance, of her submission. It was humiliating, yet exhilarating, and she found herself craving more, her body aching for release.
Marcus's body convulsed one last time, a final tremor of pleasure coursing through him, before he slowly regained control, his hand stilling, his breath returning to normal.
Sarah remained kneeling before him, her face coated in his come, her eyes locked onto his, a silent question hanging in the air between them.
He reached down, his fingers gently brushing the sticky mess from her cheek, before tucking himself back into his jeans and zipping up. He held out his hand, helping her to her feet, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Good girl," he murmured, his voice soft, a stark contrast to the dominant tone he had used mere moments before. Sarah blushed at the praise, her heart fluttering in her chest.
The feel of Marcus's come still lingered on her skin, a tangible reminder of their encounter, of her submission. She could feel the plug shifting inside her, a constant, subtle pressure that made her acutely aware of her own body, of her own desire.
"Get your self cleaned up and go back to class. Also no touching yourself later , only when I allow it." Marcus said, his voice stern and commanding. Sarah nodded, her cheeks still flushed from their encounter. She quickly cleaned herself up in the bathroom sink, washing Marcus's come off her face and hands. She could still feel the sticky residue between her legs, a constant reminder of his touch, of his command.
As she left the bathroom and made her way back to her lecture hall, she felt a strange mix of emotions. Embarrassment, for what she had just done, for what she had allowed Marcus to do to her.
Excitement, for the thrill of it all, for the danger of getting caught. Pride, for pleasing him, for submitting to him completely. And, most of all, desire. A deep, aching desire that pulsed through her veins, that made her body feel alive and electric.
The lecture hall was filled with the low hum of students chatting quietly among themselves, the professor's voice droning on in the background. Sarah slipped into her seat, her eyes scanning the room, hoping none of her classmates would notice the flush of her cheeks, the slight dishevelment of her clothes.
She could still feel the plug shifting inside her, a constant, subtle reminder of Marcus's command, of her submission. She took a deep breath, trying to focus on the lecture, but her mind was elsewhere, her body still humming with unfulfilled desire.
The professor's voice droned on, the words blending together into an incomprehensible buzz. Sarah's thoughts were consumed by Marcus, by the feel of him in her mouth, the taste of him on her tongue. She could still see the look in his eyes, the raw, primal desire that had made her feel both vulnerable and powerful.
She could still smell his scent, the musky, masculine aroma that had filled her nostrils, that had made her head spin. She could still taste him, the salty, slightly bitter tang of his come that lingered on her tongue, that made her mouth water for more.
Sarah shifted in her seat, trying to find a comfortable position, but the plug inside her made it impossible. It pressed against her, a constant, subtle reminder of Marcus's command, of her submission. She could feel the heat of it, the slight stretch of her muscles as they adjusted to its presence.
It was a constant, subtle reminder of Marcus's touch, of his command. She couldn't help but squirm in her seat, her body aching for more, for release. The professor's voice droned on, but Sarah's mind was elsewhere, her thoughts consumed by Marcus, by the feel of him in her mouth, the taste of him on her tongue.
The lecture hall was filled with the low hum of students, the professor's voice a monotonous drone in the background. Sarah tried to focus, she really did, but her mind was elsewhere, her body still humming with unfulfilled desire.
She fidgeted in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs, trying to find some semblance of comfort. But the plug inside her made it impossible, the constant pressure a reminder of Marcus's command, of her submission.
She could feel the dampness between her legs, the ache in her core that demanded release. She clenched her thighs together, trying to ease the discomfort, but it only served to heighten her desire, to make her yearn for more.
The girl sitting next to her, a pretty blonde with a warm smile, leaned over and whispered, "Are you okay?
You look a little flushed." Sarah blushed even harder, hoping the dim lighting of the lecture hall would hide her embarrassment. "Yeah, I'm fine," she whispered back, forcing a smile. "Just a little warm in here, that's all." The blonde shrugged, giving her a sympathetic smile. "I know, right? These old buildings can be so stuffy." Sarah nodded, grateful for the girl's understanding, and turned her attention back to the front of the room. But her mind was still elsewhere, her body still humming with desire.
She shifted in her seat again, trying to find some semblance of comfort, but it was no use. The plug inside her only served to heighten her desire, to make her yearn for more.
The lecture seemed to drag on forever, each minute ticking by at a painfully slow pace.
Suddenly her phone buzzed, her hands flew into her pockets expecting it to be from Marcus, but it wasn't . It was a text from Ben, her boyfriend. "Hey babe, just checking in on you. How's your classes going? Miss you already. Love you." Sarah felt a pang of guilt, but it was quickly overshadowed by the ache between her legs, the constant reminder of Marcus's command, of her submission.
She didn't respond to Ben's text, instead she slipped her phone back into her pocket and tried to focus on the lecture. But her mind was elsewhere, her body still humming with desire.
Finally, mercifully, the lecture ended.
Sarah gathered her things, her heart pounding in her chest as she made her way out of the lecture hall. She could feel the weight of the plug inside her, the constant, subtle reminder of Marcus's command, of her submission. It was a strange sensation, one that made her acutely aware of her own body, of her own desire.
As she stepped out into the bright sunlight, she pulled out her phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she typed out a response to Ben's text. "Hey honey, classes are good so far. Missing you too. Love you lots.
I'm heading to the library now to start on some reading for my next class. Talk soon? Xoxo, Sarah."
She hit send, the guilt gnawing at her as she shoved her phone back into her pocket. She knew she should feel worse about lying to Ben, but the ache between her legs, the constant reminder of Marcus's command, crowded out any sense of remorse.