shorten
Mississippi
to miss.
When the final sixty-Mississippi came, Grace arched her hips off the bed, thrust the candle in deeper and came, her fingers pinching her clit as she screamed Toffer’s name. Would he punish her for that? For screaming Toffer instead of Master?
When she finally settled her hips back on the bed, she gently stroked her aching clit and another orgasm rolled through her, this one sharper than the last one as she fucked herself furiously with the candle. When she was done she took several large gulps of air and pulled the tapered wax from her body.
She’d never come so hard, and never twice in a row. Her clit still throbbed as if it was suggesting a third orgasm, and Grace shook her head. It was late, after
midnight
. She needed to clean up and go to sleep. She wondered what Toffer was doing at that moment. Had he forgotten about her lying in bed, following her instructions, or was he checking his watch, fighting the urge to call and see if she’d been successful in following his orders.
Grace padded to the bathroom and laid the candle on the counter. She could see her juices glistening on the wax. The wetness was proof of her ability to follow Master’s instructions. The thought brought a huge smile to her face.
Chapter Five
Note to self: Don’t imagine trouble where there is none. Allow yourself to be happy for a change.
To Do List:
Stop by grocery store for eggs and bread
Review grades
Continue work on novel
Be home by five to sign for package from Master
Don’t open it until he calls!
Grace took a sip of her soft drink and stared at the box on her table. It was hard not to tear into it and see what gifts Master has bestowed on her. But she’d made it through the fifteen minutes last night and she would make it through today.
Even as excitement about the package raced through her mind, she couldn’t help but think about work. Watson had summoned a number of her students to his office in regular intervals during the day. In total, fourteen pupils had been called out. And Grace couldn’t help but notice that all of them were either failing, or on the verge of failure, in her class.
Seven of them had gone from failing to passing with their term papers; four of them were on the edge; and three were so far gone there was no way they could catch up. She wondered what Watson was up to. None of the students had said anything to her when they’d come back in the room, although all of them had appeared nervous.
Finally, when Jessica had come back from the office, Grace had asked her if anything was wrong. Jessica had looked worried, darting her eyes down and shaking her head vigorously. But Grace knew she was lying. Watson was up to something, Grace just didn’t know what it was.
She pushed thoughts of Watson to the back of her mind and stared at the box. Her fingers were itching to open it, see what was inside. She was sure that Master had bought some wicked toys for them to play with, and she wanted to find out exactly what he had in mind.
Before she could give in to temptation, Grace pushed the box away and sat down at the computer. She had two hours before Master called, and she wanted to do more than a little bit of writing before it was time to play.
* * * * *
When the phone rang around seven, Grace picked it up without looking at the ID. Becca’s voice caught her by surprise.
“I debated about whether to call you, but decided that as your friend I didn’t have a choice.”
“That’s an interesting way to begin a conversation.”
“Watson is after your ass.”
Grace laughed. “I think we’ve already established that.”
When Becca didn’t laugh, Grace felt her chest tighten.
“What do you know?”
Becca’s deep breath made Grace even more uneasy.
“A parent of a mutual student called tonight. He wanted to know how long you’ve been taking bribes for grades.”
The living room spun around as Grace sank into a chair.
“What? You have got
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