“What are you trying to do? Kill me?” He barks a laugh, and pinches my clit with a gentle pressure that pushes me over another edge. The second orgasm is more bearable—less outer-body and more of a physical implosion. My inner muscles pulse and spasm to an imaginary beat that pumps ecstasy down to my trembling extremities. I jerk within my restraints as the professor releases the pressure of his fingers. It takes several heartbeats before my lips can form words. “Why?” I say through frantic breaths. “Why did you laugh?” “Did you know they call orgasms la petite mort?” he asks. “That’s little
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