MASTERING THE PROFESSOR
TAKEN TO THE EDGE
by A.J. Steele
Emma Burke is at her wits’ end. Gage is out of town for three days. Three days of being constantly plugged, edged and tormented through an endless series of kinky tasks designed to keep her at the peak of arousal without allowing her to come. By the end of the first day Emma is so frustrated, she’s not sure she’s going to survive. As she performs the tasks, each more diabolical and arousing than the last, controlling her orgasm becomes more and more impossible. But she’s determined to succeed.
Because more than anything she wants to please him. Gage Rutherford is rapidly becoming the most important thing in her life, a thought that frightens the hell out of her. Because even though he’s in it only for the sex, she’s beginning to want more. Much more.
“Good afternoon, Ms. Burke.”
Her pussy clenched just at the sound of his deep baritone voice. Everything about her just…softened. Her eyes, her body, her voice.
“Good afternoon to you, too.”
“Are you having a nice lunch with your friend, Tina?”
She lifted her eyes to Tina, nodding her head at the question on Tina’s face. “Yes, I am, as a matter of fact.”
“And are you wearing the garment I sent you this morning?”
Her belly rolled. “Yes, I am, as a matter of fact.”
She couldn’t see his smirk, but she could sure hear it in his voice. “Are they comfortable?”
“Not exactly.” Her own voice contained more than a little sarcasm.
“Did you bring the item I asked you to bring?”
The bullet vibrator. “Yes, Sir.” Sir. It just slipped out before she even realized she’d said it. Tina’s lips thinned, a sure indication she had noticed it too.
“When you put those panties on this morning, I’m sure you noticed the rubber seals on the outside of each of the dildos.”
“Good girl. Now, listen carefully. I’m only going to say this once. I want you and Tina to go into the ladies’ room. I want you to peel back the seal on the front dildo and insert the bullet up into the hollow space inside it. And I want Ms. McCrory to film you doing it.”
Emma’s blood froze in her veins. “What?” She couldn’t keep the shock from her voice.
“I also want you to pull the undies down a bit and fuck the front dildo up into your cunt, so I can see how wet you are as a result of being aroused all day. And I want that in close-up.”
Emma’s heart lurched. “Gage—”
“You have three minutes, Ms. Burke. Figure it out. Or there will be consequences.”
He hung up. Emma jerked her phone away from her ear and stared at it. He hung up!
“What?” Tina asked
“He—he wants me to do something.” Emma raised horror-filled eyes to Tina’s. “And he wants you to film me doing it!”
“Oh, my God! Here?”
“No. In the bathroom. I have three minutes to send him the film.”
“Well, then we’d better get a move-on,” Tina said, sliding out of her booth and turning back to toss her olive drab Army jacket on the bench. “I’ll leave that here so they won’t think we skipped out or something.”
Emma slid off her bench and grabbed her purse, holding it against her chest like a shield. She followed Tina into the restroom. Fortunately, nobody else was in there. They went into the handicapped stall and latched the door.
“What does he want you to do?” Tina asked.
Emma bit her lip, not sure where to start. For a moment, she waffled, then she took a deep breath. “Okay. I’ll make this quick. He’s out of town for three days and has promised to edge me the entire time he’s gone. This morning he sent me a pair of rubber panties with two dildos attached to them and told me I had to wear them. I had to take photos of myself as I put them on. And in. Now he wants me to take the bullet vibe I have in my purse and insert it into the front plug, which is partially hollow, and he wants you to film me doing it.” She thrust her phone at a startled Tina and rummaged through her purse, pulling out the small vibrator attached to a long pull-cord.
“How does that work?” Tina asked as Emma pulled down the baby changing station. She put her purse on it. “There’s no control on it.”
“It’s controlled remotely by telephone. All Gage has to do is dial its number and it starts vibrating. Other numbers can change the settings from slow to fast, constant to pulsing.”
To Emma’s surprise, Tina started laughing.
“That is so goddamned diabolical! And so fucking hot! You are so fucking lucky!”
“Yes, yes. But you need to get a grip and help me. We’ve only got two minutes left.”
Tina sobered instantly. “Okay. Okay.” She turned on the phone, started the video and aimed.
Swiftly, Emma pulled up her skirt, revealing the black rubber panties. She yanked them down, then spread her legs. Grabbing the front dildo at its base, she pulled it out around three inches, accompanied by a loud, sucking sound. The rubber cock was slick and shiny with her juices.
“Holy shit!” Tina exclaimed, moving even closer.
Gritting her teeth, Emma pushed it back in, then pulled it back out, fucking herself with it. Rasping it across her throbbing little clit until her thigh muscles were shaking and she was in grave danger of collapsing to the floor. Her eyes closed, her mouth opened, her face and neck muscles tightened at the exquisite sensation of being fucked and not merely stuffed. She didn’t realize that Tina had moved the phone up to film a close-up of the pinched ecstasy on her face.
“Okay. That’s probably enough.” Emma’s voice was hoarse as she pushed the dildo all the way back in and pulled the panties back up. Her shoulders slumped forward as she tried to catch her breath.
Fumbling for the rubber seal on the underside of the dildo, she flipped it open. Then she thrust the metal vibe up inside, along with the pull cord, and secured the seal once again. As soon as she straightened and lowered her skirt, she gasped and froze.
“What?” Tina asked, still filming.
“He just turned it on.” Emma’s voice was a quavering squeak, high and thin. “Oh, my God!” She grabbed the phone out of Tina’s hand, turned off the video, and sent it to Gage. Her fingers were trembling. Then she ripped off a long strip of toilet paper and wiped up the excess moisture between her legs. Not that it would do any good. She’d be wet again before they finished lunch.
Tina unlatched the stall door and waited while Emma washed her hands. Then they went back to their table. If Emma’s walk was perhaps a bit cautious, she couldn’t help it. She’d never had to navigate through a sea of tables and chairs with two plugs and a vibrator buzzing away inside her before.
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From fairies in the garden at age 9 to handcuffs in the boudoir at age 60, Julie’s writing has run the gamut. In between she managed to graduate cum laude with a B.A. in French from Georgia State University followed by a Master’s Degree in Library Science from Emory University. Having thus procured these two necessary but ultimately irrelevant pieces of paper, she launched a successful career as a children’s librarian, followed by an even more successful career as a professional storyteller and puppeteer. She published Kidstuff, an award-winning, monthly newsletter, as well as a book, Puppets, Poems and Songs, both major language arts resource for early childhood educators.
At various points in her life, if asked what she would like to be, her answer would have been (in rough chronological order, since some of these lofty ambitions overlapped): a fairy, a princess, a ballerina, Nancy Drew, Cherry Ames, a paleontologist, Scarlett O’Hara, thin and beautiful, an actress, and a writer. Now, at age 73, her answer to that question would most likely be, “younger”.
Followed closely, of course by bestselling author. Oh, and a princess. Some dreams die hard.
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