Controlled by His Voice Box Set (Erotic Romance) by Skylar Cross Page A
Authors: Skylar Cross
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Bluetooth.
"Meghan," said my mentor.
"Yes, mentor," I said.
"Did you call me?"
"Yes I did. I'm sorry, mentor. I hope that's okay. It's just that I... need some help."
"Yes it's okay. Do you have a question about your assignment?"
"No, I wanted to ask you permission to come, mentor."
The very words sent an electrical charge from my pussy to my fingertips and toes.
"Hmmm. It sounds like you respond to my commands well. You have been unable to bring yourself to orgasm?"
"Yes, and I really need to come because I need to get to class and I can't think because I'm so horny."
"Why are you so horny?"
"Because I am."
"Is it the sound of my voice?"
"Yes."
"Is it anticipation of your assignment?"
"Yes."
"Do you know why I picked this assignment for you?"
"No, mentor. Why?"
"Because you said you've never enjoyed anal sex. I want to show you that not only can you get off from anal, but it can be even more powerful than a regular orgasm."
I doubted that, but I went along with him.
"Yes, mentor."
"That's why I'm not going to allow you to come until you complete your assignment. But I will promise you one thing. At the end of your assignment you will get two rewards. Would you like to know what they are?"
"Yes, mentor."
"First, you will come in the most mind-blowing orgasm you have ever had. And second, I will allow you to see my face."
The very thought of seeing the face of the man who controlled me from afar was enough to help me gain control of myself. Yes, I want that. I will do anything to get that reward.
A calm washed over me as my orgasm went away. I felt in control and determined, much more like my usual self.
"Do you want to see my face?" he said.
"Yes, mentor," I said.
"Then go to class. You are fine. You will have your release and your reward. When you earn it. "
"Yes, mentor."
He clicked off.
I put the vodka bottle back in the cabinet, got my bag and books, and went to class.
Chapter 3
The adult store had three people in it at 3:00 PM. One was a fifty-ish man in a gray jacket, sweatshirt and jeans. He looked like he hadn't showered in maybe five to ten years.
There were two girls, both in their mid-twenties. One was very tattooed and pierced with short dyed red hair. The other one was much prettier, but dressed conservatively in a loose blouse and khaki pants.
The conservative one caught my eye as I walked past the counter, manned by a guy with a purple pompadour and a nose ring wearing an odd outfit that was part pajamas/part suit and tie.
I avoided eye contact with both as I shopped around. I stayed as far away from the fifty-ish man as I could. He was in the Gonzo section looking at squirting videos.
Today wasn't the actual day, even though I wanted to get this done as quickly as possible. My orgasm was still trapped inside me.
I had come to terms with it, though. I was just going to have to be the most frustrated girl in the world and deal with it. I would have to learn how to be even more in control of myself than usual.
Taking notes in class was difficult. I caught myself several times falling into a fantasy about how I was going to pull of my heist.
Not to mention the buzz about the girl who did the dildo sex show in the second-floor window was still making the rounds. Every time I heard it I went into a mental roundabout of shame and exhilaration. Then I just got horny all over again.
Then there was Jake. Poor Jake. I want to love him like a... what?... wife? I do. I want to be normal. But I'm obsessed or something. I've been on a different planet ever since first seeing the ad on the wall in the vestibule.
What is the cure? Is my mentor the cure? Do I even want to be cured? What will happen when I see his face? Will he be some ugly old man with bad breath? Or will he be an Adonis?
Truthfully, I hope he is neither. I want a real man. A little heavy is okay. A little old is okay. But a man who knows how to be a man. An in-control commander who takes what he wants.
Fuck, I'm wet
"Meghan," said my mentor.
"Yes, mentor," I said.
"Did you call me?"
"Yes I did. I'm sorry, mentor. I hope that's okay. It's just that I... need some help."
"Yes it's okay. Do you have a question about your assignment?"
"No, I wanted to ask you permission to come, mentor."
The very words sent an electrical charge from my pussy to my fingertips and toes.
"Hmmm. It sounds like you respond to my commands well. You have been unable to bring yourself to orgasm?"
"Yes, and I really need to come because I need to get to class and I can't think because I'm so horny."
"Why are you so horny?"
"Because I am."
"Is it the sound of my voice?"
"Yes."
"Is it anticipation of your assignment?"
"Yes."
"Do you know why I picked this assignment for you?"
"No, mentor. Why?"
"Because you said you've never enjoyed anal sex. I want to show you that not only can you get off from anal, but it can be even more powerful than a regular orgasm."
I doubted that, but I went along with him.
"Yes, mentor."
"That's why I'm not going to allow you to come until you complete your assignment. But I will promise you one thing. At the end of your assignment you will get two rewards. Would you like to know what they are?"
"Yes, mentor."
"First, you will come in the most mind-blowing orgasm you have ever had. And second, I will allow you to see my face."
The very thought of seeing the face of the man who controlled me from afar was enough to help me gain control of myself. Yes, I want that. I will do anything to get that reward.
A calm washed over me as my orgasm went away. I felt in control and determined, much more like my usual self.
"Do you want to see my face?" he said.
"Yes, mentor," I said.
"Then go to class. You are fine. You will have your release and your reward. When you earn it. "
"Yes, mentor."
He clicked off.
I put the vodka bottle back in the cabinet, got my bag and books, and went to class.
Chapter 3
The adult store had three people in it at 3:00 PM. One was a fifty-ish man in a gray jacket, sweatshirt and jeans. He looked like he hadn't showered in maybe five to ten years.
There were two girls, both in their mid-twenties. One was very tattooed and pierced with short dyed red hair. The other one was much prettier, but dressed conservatively in a loose blouse and khaki pants.
The conservative one caught my eye as I walked past the counter, manned by a guy with a purple pompadour and a nose ring wearing an odd outfit that was part pajamas/part suit and tie.
I avoided eye contact with both as I shopped around. I stayed as far away from the fifty-ish man as I could. He was in the Gonzo section looking at squirting videos.
Today wasn't the actual day, even though I wanted to get this done as quickly as possible. My orgasm was still trapped inside me.
I had come to terms with it, though. I was just going to have to be the most frustrated girl in the world and deal with it. I would have to learn how to be even more in control of myself than usual.
Taking notes in class was difficult. I caught myself several times falling into a fantasy about how I was going to pull of my heist.
Not to mention the buzz about the girl who did the dildo sex show in the second-floor window was still making the rounds. Every time I heard it I went into a mental roundabout of shame and exhilaration. Then I just got horny all over again.
Then there was Jake. Poor Jake. I want to love him like a... what?... wife? I do. I want to be normal. But I'm obsessed or something. I've been on a different planet ever since first seeing the ad on the wall in the vestibule.
What is the cure? Is my mentor the cure? Do I even want to be cured? What will happen when I see his face? Will he be some ugly old man with bad breath? Or will he be an Adonis?
Truthfully, I hope he is neither. I want a real man. A little heavy is okay. A little old is okay. But a man who knows how to be a man. An in-control commander who takes what he wants.
Fuck, I'm wet
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