“Always remember that the amber safeword is an option. Use it, and I’ll slow down and check in with you.” I whimper, every inch of my skin tingling in anticipation, but when my clit continues to rub against my knickers, I realize his mistake. The professor strides back to the throne and bends to pick up the wine bottle from earlier. My brows furrow. How on earth will I get cunnilingus if I’m covered in all that fabric? “Sir?” I say, my voice breathy. He turns around, giving me a stare so hard that I flinch. “The only time you speak is when spoken to or if you need to exercise your safe word.
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