“Then it’s a good thing you’re not in charge,” she said, and he let out a soft groan as the plug pushed inward. Back out. In again. Just a little bit. Opening him up. Stretching him without being uncomfortable physically, although mentally he was still struggling a bit with how good it felt. How much he liked it. “I’ve been picturing riding you on my desk for days.”

Well when she put it that way.

The plug pushed in deeper, making him gasp. The surface was cool, but it was more the strangeness of having something inside of him there. Holding him open. Filling him. He clenched rhythmically around it and… fuck it felt so good. Olivia pumped it back and forth and then pushed again, crooning and rubbing his lower back as he felt it push in and then… settle.

At least, that’s what it felt like. As if it was fully inside of him, nestled into his most private area, a raw and carnal reminder that he was being dominated. The sensation was both exhilarating and a bit terrifying.

“Good, Luke, very good,” Olivia said, running her hands up and down his sides. Caressing him. Adding to the sensations running rampant through his body. His cock was throbbing like he was ready to cum and she hadn’t even touched him yet. “How do you feel?”

“Um…” He could barely think and she wanted him to talk about how he felt? Her low laugh was soft, satisfied. Aroused.

“What’s your color, Luke?”

Right, they’d been over that in class. Stoplights to indicate where he was emotionally, mentally, and physically in the scene.

“Green, ma’am.”

Green meant go.

“Good, cupcake. Up on my desk. On your back.”

For the love of all things holy, she’d meant it.

Thankfully Olivia kept a very clean desk. She only needed to move a few things, like her lamp, as Luke very carefully, very gingerly lifted himself onto the desk and lay on his back. Everything felt different with an anal plug inside of him. Every movement felt more acute, every muscle more attuned… and when he’d put the barest bit of weight on it he’d felt it, full and thick and pressing on him. Above him, his cock bobbed eagerly, dark red and straining; one pearly drop of liquid had seeped out of the slit and glistened in the low light.

Now it was her turn to strip down and Olivia wasted no time. Her movements were graceful but efficient as she quickly removed each item of clothing and placed it on the chair. It wasn’t a strip tease, but his body reacted like it was. His hand twitched, wanting to wrap around his cock and pump while he watched her; his ass clenched around the plug inside of him, seeking the stimulation he’d found so unnerving before.