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I moan as he chuckles and pushes another ball in. “You’ll squeeze hard around those beads and imagine my cock.” He inserts the last two balls in one swift push. I arch my back as he rubs his dick roughly against me, jolting those balls inside and making me see stars. He grinds his hips again and then slides a hand under my clothes to pulls on the chain between the clamps. Pleasure and pain blend inside my body, fighting for supremacy, and I’m about to come inside my thong when Uri’s hand squeezes around my dick.
I whimper as he halts my release, and my head falls heavily forward.
“You won’t take them out unless I say so, and you won’t touch yourself.”
“I’m already on the verge now, how can I…?” I can’t finish the sentence, too horrified by the thought of talking in front of a lecture hall with sex toys inside my ass and on my nipples.
“You can and you will,” he scolds me, asserting his dominance. “Spontaneous orgasms are allowed.”My body vibrates over Uri’s words, urging me to moan my submission to him.
I’m still learning, figuring out what my body needs and craves inside the bedroom. Over the last few days spent with Uri, I’ve found out that I like to be ridden hard into submission, I get off on filthy talk, and well-ordered words make my dick leak. A light whipping is not bad, but spanking, biting, and pinching all get me going. I like these out-of-my-comfort-zone experiments.
I’m eager to find out what else I’m into. In the meantime, I need to figure out a way to give my lecture without coming in public.
People keep pouring into the oval-shaped lecture hall where I’ll shortly talk. It makes me feel deeply honored and screwed at the same time. Two of the four bodyguards Uri hired are outside, and the other two are a few feet away, scanning the crowd. I’m actually more at ease knowing they are here. I’m with a couple of other lecturers and Dr. Dench, the assistant dean who keeps talking about the university and how greatly their research department has improved thanks to my company’s donation. I spent two hours going around campus with her and meeting people.
Then I had a coffee with Michael, who unfortunately won’t be able to come—but he asked one of his students to take a video of my lecture…crap. Also Ren texted me he’s stuck in class. Too bad, but I’m kind of glad. I almost blurted out about the toys to Michael out of pure frustration.
“Oh my, we need a bigger lecture hall.” Dr. Dench smiles at me. I’d be more focused on what she’s saying if I wasn’t trying so hard to keep my body in check.
The car ride and then walking around was the sweetest torment I’ve ever experienced. I had to stop four times feigning a light stomach burn, when in reality my nipples and ass overstimulation was the real cause of my odd behavior. I was so tense, every little movement felt like a shock.
Now blazing flames are burning my insides; the pain turns to pleasure then to pain again. My body and mind are both confused since the two sensations have merged into one. I keep sweating, but I can’t take off my coat, afraid everybody will get an eyeful of the hard-on I’m sporting—even though the cardigan is covering it.
I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve never been this far out of my comfort zone, so incredibly far that I’m out in the wilderness.Powerless. And even though I’m a little scared, there’s this thrilling sensation in the pit of my stomach. It makes my body tingle with excitement.
I take a sneak peek at the crowd, hoping to see Uri, even though he said he’ll come at the end of the lecture—I might die from sensory overload in the next minute.
A face I already know catches my eyes. The intern who came into my lab a few days ago. What was her name again? Marnie? Miriam? It started with an M, I think. She’s excitedly waving at me from one of the seats, which tells me Raph didn’t fire her—otherwise a glare would be aimed at me. She must be a postdoctoral researcher at this university, or a PhD student. I give her a quick, tense smile before concentrating on Dr. Dench again.
My phone vibrates inside my coat, and I excuse myself to check my messages.
The One I Belong to
Don’t let the fucker come near you, Sari
Me
When did you change your name on my phone, Uri?
The One I Belong to
I just registered the right name
Me
What’s mine on your phone?
The One I Belong to
Baby Blue Eyes
My happiness doesn’t last long as I read his next message.
The One I Belong to
I’m serious. Rami found out Trent the fucker likes to make raunchy videos without the full consent of the participants. He tried to delete them, but Rami found some in his cloud or whatever. I’m on my way. Stay away from him.
Dread fills me. I should thank God I’m not in one of those videos—Uri would turn ballistic and kill Trent on the spot. But raunchy videos without his partner’s consent? That sounds odd. We just jerked off and exchanged a tepid kiss.
