“You’re wearing my underwear.”
Ruby felt a flush creep up her neck but quickly crushed any embarrassment. “So what?”
Troy slid his hand down the flat of her stomach to disappear inside the briefs with painstaking slowness, as if he wanted to savor every touch of her skin. He cupped her in his palm, then pushed her forward with his body until the juncture of her thighs was wedged more firmly between his hand and the table.
His voice vibrated sensually near her ear. “Do you have any idea how much it turns me on, knowing something of mine has been cradling your sweet pussy all day long?” Without warning, he thrust two thick fingers inside her with just enough force to make her cry out, bring her up on her toes. He didn’t move them, just held them there, high and tight inside her. Ruby’s head fell forward on a moan that was equal parts frustrated and relieved. She needed so much more for him, and he seemed determined to take his time. “You walked around with your naughty secret all day, didn’t you? Did the thought of me get you all wet, baby?” His thrust his fingers deeper. “Answer me or you’ll get no more.”
“Yes! I got very wet.”
He rewarded her honest answer by stroking her clitoris with his thumb. “Fuck my fingers until I’m satisfied with your answers. What happens next depends on how happy they make me.” With his hand still trapped between her and the table, she began pumping her hips against the solid pressure of his fingers, whimpering as his thumb continued its unyielding assault. “What did you think about in class, Ruby?” She released an impatient sob. “Answer me, or I’ll remove by thumb.”
“No. Please, don’t.” She sucked in a shaky breath, trying to divide her focus between talking and his insistent torture of her damp, needy flesh. “I thought about w-what would’ve happened if I’d stayed the whole night.”
“Should I show you?” he growled.
In the blink of an eye, he removed the hand between her legs and spun her around to face him. Her backside hit the surface of the table hard, and he pushed her legs open forcefully. Troy deftly rolled on the condom, and drove himself home inside her in one powerful thrust. Ruby’s scream mingled with his shouted expletive. Before she’d fully registered his ample size filling her so completely, he began to move. He rolled his hips down at an angle, his swollen length making contact with her clitoris with each frantic pound into her.
Troy sunk his fingers into her hair and tilted her head back up until she looked him square in the eye. “As long as you’re with me, I don’t want some punk thinking he has the right to touch your gorgeous face. If you want to be touched, you tell me where, and I’ll take care of it. I’m the only one who touches you now, Ruby. Me.”
Turning her attention back to the spread buttocks in front of her, she gripped Tom’s hips tightly and began to screw him in earnest. The care she’d taken with the lubricant paid off, as the dildo slipped in and out of the stretched hole with ease. It was a first time for her, too, in fact. She’d never fucked a man up the arse before, and she gazed in wonder at her temporary shaft burying itself inside Tom. The Dominatrix in her quickly overrode that wonder, and she played to the crowd, changing her rhythm so she pounded Tom’s arsehole in time to the music. The audience loved it, swaying and clapping, the occasional wolf-whistle and whoop piercing the air.
She grinned, then realized something. She’d been so busy thinking about what was going to happen, and making sure it went well that she didn’t give much thought to how it would actually make her feel. And she came to the conclusion it felt amazing. She’d had a great deal of power over Tom before, but nothing like this. She had control over his pleasure, his pain, his orgasm, and, like when she spanked him, she wasn’t even touching his cock. It was like a high-wattage light bulb had been switched on inside her, bathing her in heat. A great deal of that heat was coming from her groin, too. The base of the rubber cock was pressing against her own genitals, and sending delicious sparks up through her clit and into her abdomen. She figured that if she changed position slightly, she’d probably be able to get off as well as Tom.
A quick alteration later, and Katrina discovered she’d been right. Each thrust, each push and pull, ground against her swollen nub, and that, coupled with the extreme horniness of the situation sent her on her journey towards a delicious climax. She had no idea who would come first, or indeed, if Tom could even come this way, but she was too far gone to do anything about it. The familiar tightening in her tummy, the tingles, the way her cunt spasmed occasionally around nothing—she knew she was close.
Her response was to speed up. Hopefully Tom was feeling as lusty and blown away by all this as she was, and if so, he had to be near to climaxing, too. There was nothing more she could do, shy of grabbing his cock and wanking him off at the same time, but she feared she wouldn’t be able to do that and keep the rhythm of her thrusts going. And she was close… so fucking close.
Realizing the song was near to its end, Katrina gave it everything she had. She thrust the strap-on in and out of Tom’s arse fast, hard and rough. She hadn’t told him he had to be silent, so his moans, yells and expletives filled the air, as did hers.
“Baby,” she said, loud enough for him to hear her over the noise of the music and the crowd, “I’m going to come soon. Come with me?”