I held onto Ivy’s hand as we stepped into the hallway and pushed past students who had gathered to see where the smoke was coming from. You’d think that the growing amount of smoke would cause them to want to head for the exits, but no. The idiots stood there with their phones out, recording the smoke. What were they fucking thinking?
Ivy took charge and led the way, barging past people who just stood there as we made our way to the exit. It was a weird combination: the panic of whether the fire was going to spread, and the vibrator running havoc between my legs.
As I tried to remain calm, the rope rubbed against my skin with every movement, the friction sending flashes of pain and sparks of pleasure to split through the blind panic. Ivy virtually dragged me out of the hall as I struggled to cope with the overwhelming sensations. To top off everything else, my pert nipples were brushing against the loose top, the constant stimulation driving me wild with lust. It was so tempting to let go and give in to my body’s desires, but Ivy’s presence steadied me, and I held on to her hand for dear life.
A shrill scream echoed inside the cramped corridor as those who’d stood to watch realised that wasn’t the brightest idea. Ivy burst through the corridor doors and rushed down the stairs, steadying me as my legs turned to jelly. The chaos of it all made me lightheaded, and I held on to the bannister at the side as Ivy turned to look at me with a concerned look on her face. My face must have been pale; I certainly didn’t feel too great right now.
As we reached the bottom of the stairs, a team of firefighters rushed through the door carrying a hose. One of them barged past me, sending me crashing against the wall. The impact was nearly enough to make me climax right there and then, the sudden jolt moving the plug inside me in just the right way, but I just about held on. Not yet. Don’t you dare fucking cum, Hope.
Frustration roared through me as I tensed up, holding back the surge of pleasure that threatened to push past my fragile walls. It didn’t help that the vibrator was at its most intense strength once again. My legs were trembling as I tried to balance myself, and I followed Ivy outside the building.
The heat from the sun hit me immediately as I stumbled out the door. I wiped my eyes, unaware of how much they were streaming from the smoke. Ivy pulled me closer as we weaved our way through the other students escaping the building. I leaned into her presence, gripping onto her for my own sanity and safety as she led me towards the field.
Finally, there was a little space to breathe. Our pace slowed, and I took a moment to breathe. Calm yourself, Hope. Keep it together.
The nearest toilet was back in the building we’d left, and I didn’t dare to leave Ivy’s comforting presence to find another. She was stroking my arm, aware that I was struggling. I wondered if she’d be just as much of a reassuring presence if she realised why. Sure, the panic of fire had my heart racing, but that wasn’t the only reason why. Would she still hold me if she knew what I was hiding?
We finally stopped in the middle of the field, designated as the safety point. I was hyper aware of the low buzz teasing me as crowds of people started to gather on the field. It was just a matter of time before the vibrator hit full strength again, and I had barely held it in last time.
Ivy gently gripped my arm - her touch sending shockwaves through me.
“Are you okay, Hope?” Her voice was laced with concern.
I nodded, feeling a little dizzy. Mercifully, the vibrator remained within the lower settings, yet incredibly, a part of me craved the intense setting again. What was wrong with me?
The frustration left me on edge, physically and mentally. I was becoming irritable, desperate for either release or to be far away from the crowds of people around me. As much as I wanted to run away, I couldn’t until Mrs McIntosh checked that everyone was safe and we were allowed back into the building again by the authorities.
“Which idiot did this?” I muttered under my breath, trying to let the anger distract me from the desperation and fear.
Ivy raised an eyebrow. She hadn’t heard me make an outburst like that before.
I half-smiled, barely convincing Ivy, but she let it go. The risk of being humiliated beyond belief was growing with every passing second. Hundreds of students were now on the field, many of them with their camera phones out, recording the chaos around them. Why had I not waited?
If I couldn’t hold this back, not only would I be having a full-blown orgasm surrounded by hundreds of my peers, but it would likely be recorded and posted online for the world to see.
At least I had chosen to get dressed; I couldn’t imagine how much worse this would have been if I weren’t wearing underwear and had to clench onto the plug inside me. Imagine if it had fallen out of me while surrounded by people in this field.
Things were getting desperate. My whole body was trembling; Ivy had to have felt it. Instead of questioning me, she continued to support me and stay by my side. Maybe she thought I was still shaken from being in the building with the fire.
“It was that fucking moron, Jason.“
Beatrice’s voice startled me, the plug tantalisingly shifting inside me as I reacted to her presence.
“He was so hungover this morning that he passed out while cooking breakfast.”
I felt Ivy stiffen beside me - clearly, all was not forgiven from the night out last night.
Beatrice waited for Ivy to respond and ignored my presence. That was fine by me. The less she saw of my predicament, the better. It was the first time I had been this close to her, and I could see why she was so popular. She was the front page girl, with that extra beauty that money could buy. Tall, toned, with a perfect complexion.
Everything about her screamed privilege; from her clothes, which looked like they had been handpicked by her own personal stylist, to the hints of plastic surgery that enhanced her beauty.
Beatrice finally looked at me, noticing my existence for the first time. We’d met before, but only in passing; I doubted she would remember me. Her disapproving looks showed exactly what her thoughts of me were. She towered over me, immediately making me feel inferior. Her presence was intimidating, but in a way that dared me to challenge it. Everything I knew about her made me resent her, but in her presence, I felt something different entirely.
“Hi, I’m Hope.” My voice cracked at the change of the vibrator once more, and I giggled in an attempt to hide it. I could feel the heat build inside me; my heart beat faster. My body trembled as I struggled to hold the inferno that threatened to consume me inside.
“Students. It is safe to go back inside.” Mrs McIntosh bellowed above the din.
The moment Beatrice turned back to Ivy, I made my exit. I couldn’t run; I was on the edge. If the plug moved too sharply inside me, I was going to collapse on the floor, writhing around as pleasure ripped through my entire being.
I heard the faint sound of Ivy calling out to me, but I couldn’t turn back now – it took all I had to keep myself together enough to make it through the door of the building. I stumbled up the crowded stairs. Each time someone brushed against me, shocks ran down my body as my clit continued to throb in desperation.
Barging through my door, I tried to close it behind me, only to notice Ivy had caught up and was looking at me with worry. The moment she closed the door, I collapsed onto my bed, buried my face into the pillow, and let go.
Pleasure incapacitated me. The pillow muffled the cries that escaped my lips as my body convulsed. As I thought it was receding, another wave of pleasure shook me.
“Fuck.” I screamed into the pillow, biting down on the soft fabric.
“Hope!” Ivy ran over towards me, full of concern. “What’s wrong?”
I tried to hide my face, but she pulled it gently towards her. When she saw me, I saw the recognition flicker in her eyes, and a wry smile lit her face. For the second day in a row, she watched up close as an intense orgasm ripped through me.
“My my, you’re an eager little thing, aren’t you?”
My vision blurred, and I panted. Ivy’s voice sounded distorted at first, but I just about caught what she was saying. My cheeks blushed as I nodded to agree.
Ivy stepped towards me with intention, like a predator about to lunge at their prey.
“Let’s see what we have here; take off your top.”
The shock from her request made me freeze, but when she raised an eyebrow expectantly, I complied. Normally, I was so self-conscious that I wouldn’t dream of getting undressed in front of another woman. Even at the gym in the locker room, I’d try to find some privacy. But right now, I lifted my top in front of Ivy obediently, wincing as the fabric brushed against my engorged and sensitive nipples - red from the constant brushing of the top against them. I couldn’t believe I was doing this.
Ivy’s eyes widened as she looked me over; the angry rope marks from the friction, the red, puffy nipples. I stood still, displaying myself for Ivy as she inspected my ropework approvingly.
“Do you mind?” Ivy asked as she approached even closer, reaching out to touch. My heartbeat quickened as I nodded my consent.
Ivy’s hands, soft yet firm, cupped my breasts, gently massaging them. They were sore from the compression from the rope, but the way her hands gently kneaded into them felt amazing. She let go briefly as she guided my arms behind my back. There was no force to her actions, just gentle nudges that I followed.
At her guidance, I crossed my arms behind my back, pushing my chest out towards her.
“Your poor nipples, they look so sore.” The fake look of sympathy on her face was quickly replaced by one of mischief as she pinched my nipples. The sharp pain shot through me, almost making me collapse back onto the bed.
Ivy giggled, enjoying my pain almost as much as I was. I recovered quickly, sticking my chest back out towards her, and was rewarded as Ivy grabbed hold of my nipples again. You’d think I would have been better prepared to handle the sharp pain this time around, but it was just as intense as the first time; however, this time, Ivy didn’t let go.
She pulled me closer towards her, close enough that I could smell the intoxicating perfume on her neck. I was inches away from her, and the temptation to kiss her neck was overwhelming. Her piercing gaze danced with joy as she locked onto my eyes, and I couldn’t look away. Never did I expect that I’d find myself so quickly attracted to someone, but Ivy, ravenous with lust, with a feral expression on her face, was too hard to resist. Why did I suddenly want to give myself over to her completely?
Ivy continued to hold onto my nipples, lifting her hands slightly, stretching them to their limits as I rose onto my tiptoes. Suddenly, she let go, and I let out a gasp full of relief. She smiled at me – was that pride I saw in her expression?
“Good girl, Hope,” Ivy soothed.
I beamed at her, buoyed on by her praise. Whether she meant it condescendingly or not, it still felt good - like I had appeased someone I admired greatly.
“Now, let’s see what was causing you so much distress outside. Lower your underwear.”
My cheeks warmed, blushing from the embarrassment of revealing how far I had gone. Grinning sheepishly, I lowered the panties slowly, stepping out of them as I crossed my arms behind my back again.
“Spread your legs, Hope.”
Ivy used her feet to gently guide my legs outwards, and I stood before her, fully on display. It was like all my defences had been stripped away, and I felt so vulnerable. I couldn’t imagine doing this for anyone else but her.
Ivy’s hand followed the rope crudely wrapped around my body, brushing her hand against my body deliberately. Her touch had me leaning in for more, my legs trembling. I felt her hand reach between my legs, pressing against my groin and making the vibrations that much more intense. I groaned, barely keeping upright as pleasure surged through me. I cried out, leaning into Ivy’s chest to keep myself from falling. Not again.
My body jolted with aftershocks as Ivy removed the vibrator. She held it up to my face, and I sucked on the device, surprised by the warm, sweet, and faintly metallic taste. I thought I would recoil at how disgusting it was, but no, I wanted more. The taboo nature of it made me ashamed, but I couldn’t stop myself from greedily sucking all my juices up; I hated how much I loved it.
Ivy’s lips curled into a knowing smile as I licked the silicone device clean; I had a feeling she knew how I was going to react. She left the vibrator in my mouth, and I held it there, sensing what she expected of me. I hadn’t been given any other instructions, so I just left it there – not that I minded too much.
Her hands explored my body, gently tracing her fingertips over me. My eyes closed from the tantalising sensations; her touch felt like an electric current, making me tingle all over in her wake. She reached around, her hands groping my skinny behind, and I couldn’t help but feel self-conscious. My ass was mostly flat, just like my chest, and I suddenly felt like I didn’t deserve someone as hot as Ivy. It was a fleeting feeling, but one that suddenly dampened my mood.
“Oh, what’s this?” Ivy exclaimed, drawing me from the dark thoughts in my head.
I felt her touch the jewelled plug nestled inside me. Her shocked expression turned to a smile, reaching from ear to ear. Instead of judging me or thinking of me as dirty and perverse, she seemed to be tickled by how far I’d gone.
Ivy pushed her finger against the plug, gently nudging it inside me, and my legs felt weak. I leaned my head against her neck as she turned her attention back to my nipples, massaging and pinching them between her fingers. I felt myself sinking deeper and deeper into submission. Whatever she wanted, she could have. In this moment, I was willing to give her anything.
Her fingers drifted down from my nipples, finding their way in between my legs that I kept spread for her. I felt my wetness drip slowly down the inside of my thigh as Ivy’s fingers brushed against my clit. The sudden shock sent shivers through me; I was so sensitive.
I realised I was relying on Ivy to keep me upright. Burying my face into her neck, I lightly pressed my lips against her soft skin, showing my appreciation as she caressed my clit and continued to play with the plug inside me. Her scent was intoxicating, and I breathed her in. My body trembled once more, the build-up quick and sharp as my exhausted body barely had any strength left to resist.
“Cum for me one more time, Hope,” Ivy whispered, and the floodgates opened.
Everything became a blur as I leaned on Ivy, though her floral scent kept me focused. Keeping my arms crossed behind my back, my body shook intensely. I barely registered the tears on my face from the physical and mental exhaustion; I could barely take any more. My breathing was heavy, my whole body aching, and I leaned into Ivy as she wrapped her arms around me. Her soft whisper kept me grounded. Good girl, Hope. Good girl.
Ivy held my hand as she eased me onto the bed. I was struggling to stay lucid, close to drifting off as Ivy fussed around me.
The rope became loose as Ivy gently untied my harness before she gently eased out my plug. The absence of the tight embrace of the rope and the filling plug was immediate, and I missed their presence.
“Ivy,” I whispered weakly, my eyes heavy.
“Yes, sweet Hope?”
“Can you cuff my hands to the frame?”
I thought I heard her giggle, but she did as I asked. Her soft touch gently gripped my wrists as she eased them above my head. The cold metallic touch of the cuffs wrapped around my wrists, closing with a sharp click as I was locked into place. I barely had the energy to tug against them as I wanted to, but I felt safe and content with them restraining me.
“Thank you, Ivy. For everything.”
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