Purely Professional (15 page)

Chapter Thirteen

Bridget wondered about Max’s presentation the whole way home from work that Thursday, and then again as she got ready to accompany him. Why the hell was she going? He’d told her it was a lecture on the Byronic hero, a subject she didn’t know anything about. Sure, it was going to be interesting to see Max as Professor Harlow, and it would likely fuel her naughty-schoolgirl-gets-punished-by-hot-professor fantasies, but she couldn’t see any other purpose in it.

Max hadn’t mentioned anything about dinner being involved, so she ate some leftovers when she got home. He’d texted her earlier that day, a one-word message that just said “skirt,” which didn’t surprise her much at all, given his penchant for easy access. She chose an A-line piece that fell to just below her knee, paired with a conservative blue blouse and a matching bra and underwear set, hoping he’d be looking at them later.

At seven, she met him at the door. Max was in full professor garb, a suit and tie, looking incredibly sexy as he always did.

“I need to come in for a moment.”

She felt her heart flutter a little as he brushed past her, wondering again what this evening was going to entail.

“Lift up your skirt,” Max said, smiling his devious little half smile.

“What? Here?” They were standing in her front entryway. At least the door was shut. When he raised an eyebrow, Bridget lifted the skirt up a few inches. Without preamble, Max reached up under her skirt and slipped his fingers under the edge of her underwear. His other hand snaked around her waist and pulled her against him to keep her from drawing away. Her face burned as he explored her folds, teasing her.

“Are you getting wet already?” He took his hand back.

She tried to pull away, slapping his chest and laughing. “It’s your fault. You can’t just go poking around down there whenever you want.”

“Actually, I think I can.” His expression dared her to defy him. “Go get the Smartballs.”

Bridget’s mouth fell open as she realized what he meant to do. “You can’t be serious.”

“Are you defying me? Do I need to take you over my knee again?” The prospect wasn’t entirely unpleasant. He seemed to read her expression. “It won’t be as enjoyable this time,” he warned.

“Fine.” The toy was in her bedside drawer, and she went upstairs to get it. When she returned, he was standing in the same spot, waiting for her.

“Here.” Bridget held them out to Max, unable to keep a defiant “what now?” expression off her face.

“I don’t know if you’re wet enough for these yet.” Max turned them over in his hand. Bridget didn’t know what to make of his mischievous look, but she knew she usually liked the results. When he knelt down in front of her, though, she was completely taken aback.

“What…what…” she began, but he was already lifting her skirt and drawing down her underwear.

“Purple,” he commented, noting the color. “I love purple.”

At the first touch of his lips, Bridget’s knees buckled. Fortunately, the wall was right behind her, and she collapsed against it as his probing tongue found her clit.

“Oh, God.” She fisted her hands in his hair. It was too intense, too overwhelming, when he drew her clit between his lips and sucked hard on it. How long had it been since anyone had done this to her? She had forgotten the heady rush of seeing a man’s head between her legs, feeling his tongue against her, worshipping her tender flesh. He looked up, his eyes meeting hers even as he sucked harder at her clit. Her moans were already becoming breathy squeaks when she felt the pressure of the toy against her entrance. He pushed first one ball, then the second into her, and it was only his hands on the backs of her legs that kept her upright.

Then he stopped, right when her muscles were beginning to quiver. Max sat back on his heels and looked up at her, his dark curls tousled, eyes twinkling, and pulled her panties back up into place.

“What—” she began, breathless, but he held up a finger.

“One more thing.” From his breast pocket he drew a small, familiar black box. He held the little silver bullet up for her inspection, grinning, before tucking it right against her clit. “That ought to do it.” He got to his feet again.

Bridget was still trembling, and she wanted to kiss him and kick him, both for what he’d just done and for what he was going to do.

“Better make sure those stay in place.” Max patted her between the legs with his palm, startling her with a rush of pleasure as the toy jiggled inside her.

Bridget couldn’t believe this was happening and could barely walk straight as he led her outside. With her muscles clenched to keep the Smartballs from sliding down, each step sparked a fresh wave of arousal.

“This probably isn’t such a good idea,” she said as she walked to the car, the cold little bullet quickly taking on her body heat and warming up, its presence incredibly distracting even though it wasn’t on. “You have so much to focus on tonight.”

“And one of those things is you, sitting right down front, your legs crossed, trying so hard to look like you’re listening to me when all you can think about is your pussy.”

A tingle ran down Bridget’s spine as she looked over at him. She couldn’t get used to his casual coarse language, didn’t want to admit how much it turned her on. “But…there’ll be people there.”

“Then you probably won’t want to moan as much as you normally do.” He started the car.

“Are you going to make me come?” She couldn’t stop herself from asking even though she wasn’t sure if she wanted to know the answer.

“That remains to be seen.” Max grinned. “You’re welcome to try and hold out, though. I’m not going to order you one way or the other. Come as many times as you’d like, or not at all.”

During the whole drive, Bridget kept expecting him to turn on the vibrator, but he didn’t. By the time they arrived at the small lecture hall, she was a jumpy mess. They were early, and she took her seat in the middle of the second row, right where he told her to sit.

“What’s the range on this thing?” she asked as he reviewed his notes. They were still the only two in the room.

Max was still looking down at his notes, his hands hidden by the podium, when she felt the vibrator come to life. When she squeaked in surprise, he looked up, grinning.

“Far enough. But you might not want to squeak like that.” He turned it off again and continued organizing his notes, then began hooking his laptop up to the remote projector. “Isn’t it amazing how quiet it is? I’ll bet even the people sitting next to you won’t be able to hear it.” He looked up at her and smiled deviously. “And I’m sure there’ll be people sitting next to you. Most people sit closer to the front. So I hope you can manage to look normal while I’m driving you out of your mind.”

Bridget bit her lip and looked around, her heart beating faster, expecting someone to enter at any time. “And…afterward? How long is this presentation?”

“About an hour. After this, I need to bring some things to my office. You should come with me.” He looked at his watch. “It’s quarter to seven. People are going to start arriving any minute now. Are you ready for this?”

Bridget opened her mouth to speak just as one of the doors opened. She turned and saw a few students enter, already in deep conversation with one another. They were about her age, maybe a few years younger. Max smiled meaningfully at her and then turned back to his notes. The guests moved right down to the third row, the row right behind her, and sat.

For the next fifteen minutes, Bridget anxiously watched as the seats all around her were filled. She had a one-seat berth, but still, she was completely surrounded on all sides. The lights dimmed, signaling that the presentation was about to begin. Max was lit from below by a little light on his podium. He put on his reading glasses, and oh fuck, she loved those. He looked up and smiled around the room at everyone gathered there, and then his gaze came to rest on her, and he winked.

Bridget couldn’t focus at all on the content of his lecture. The audience seemed to be mainly college students and other professors, based on the way they took notes and nodded attentively. As the presentation continued, she was starting to think he wasn’t going to turn the vibrator on at all, that this was just a mind game. It wasn’t until he switched on the projector that she felt the little bullet come to life against her clit.

She almost gasped but held back, closing her mouth tightly and pressing her lips together. Oh, this was incredibly hot. The vibe stimulated her in exactly the right place. The vibrations made her clench involuntarily, and the Smartballs shifted inside her, arousing her so much she had to grip the armrests and hope no one would notice.

Bridget sat there, legs tightly crossed, as Max turned the vibrator on and off randomly. She couldn’t even tell he was doing it. True, he was always at the podium when it happened, but his hands seemed to remain in sight. For a while she thought wildly that he’d given the vibrator control to someone else, that someone else was driving her completely mad, but when he switched it up to a punishing level, he looked up at her and smiled.

The vibrations got stronger and weaker in waves, and she felt herself growing hot all over, her body beginning to quiver. Oh God, she did not want to come with all these people around. She had always been fairly noisy, even when she was alone, unable to hold back her moans and gasps. A quick glance at her watch revealed that she had ten minutes to go. Bridget tried to relax her muscles and hold her climax at bay. How long could she keep it up?

With five minutes left, Max switched off the vibrator. Bridget relaxed, trying not to pant, the edge dissipating as the lights came up. It was over. She’d survived. Max stacked his note cards neatly and tapped them on the podium. He surveyed the room, his eyes landing on her, and said, “Now we’ll take some questions from the audience” as he turned the vibrator back on.

Bridget gasped, managing to turn the sound into a cough. With the lights up, she was much more visible, completely at risk of humiliating herself, trying to hold back an orgasm as people asked inane questions about
Dracula
and
The Monk
and other books she hadn’t read since Freshman Lit, if at all, trying to control her breathing and think of anything nonsexual. With her legs so tightly crossed, the vibrator was pressed firmly against her, buzzing silently away, and she thought she might die if she didn’t come right then.

“Excuse me, miss? Are you all right?”

Bridget turned when she felt a tap on her arm. A young man to her right was looking at her, concerned. She tried to compose herself, impossible with the vibrator working its devilish magic.

“Yes, thank you, I’m fine.” She managed to keep her voice mostly steady even as she felt another wave of pleasure wash through her.

“You look a little pale. Do you need some fresh air? Can I get you some water?”

“I’m a little dizzy. I’m just going to sit here for a minute and see if it passes.” She smiled as nicely as she could while her body battled for control. She knew Max was watching her, could just imagine his evil little half smile, and felt the vibrator buzz harder as he turned it up. Bridget bit her lip and pressed her fingernails into her palms.

“All right.” The young man still looked concerned. She turned to face the podium again, and after a moment, fortunately, he did the same.

As the questions continued, she realized that she wasn’t going to be able to hold out. Her body was still hovering at the edge of orgasm, the impending wave much more powerful because she’d been delaying it. Bridget gripped the armrests, feeling helpless and vulnerable and incredibly, unbearably aroused, unable to look away from the podium. It was building, building, the tension coiling deep inside her, spiraling to an impossible release.

Just as she started to come, Max’s eyes locked onto hers, and a tiny little grin flickered at the corner of his lips right before her eyes fluttered shut. She held her breath through the spasms, trying not to move, the pleasure washing over her in waves. Her climax seemed to last forever, even more intense for its illicitness. She somehow managed not to make a noise, just a long, slow exhale at the end, beads of sweat breaking out on her forehead. At last, Bridget opened her eyes again. The young man next to her was looking at her with concern, but he didn’t seem to realize what had just happened.

At last, the vibrator stopped buzzing, and she released her death grip on the armrests, sagging with relief. Max had finished his lecture. Around her, people stood to leave or to approach the podium, lingering to ask more questions. Bridget stayed seated, not confident in her ability to stand. When the crowd finally trickled out and she was alone with him, she stood on wobbly legs and joined him up front.

“Help me bring these back to my office, will you?” Max asked before she could say anything, handing her a sheaf of papers he could have carried himself. He took his laptop bag and started up the stairs.

His office was on the second floor of the building, and she found the stairs rather difficult to manage on her weak legs. The Smartballs still vibrated inside her with each step, reminding her of what had just happened. She could barely make out the features of his office as they stepped inside. It was dark, but through the faint light from outside the window, she could see bookshelves, file cabinets and a large desk. Max set his laptop on the chair.

As soon as she walked inside, he had her pressed against the wall, his body flush with hers, and they were kissing as though he could devour her. The sheaf of papers she’d been holding fluttered to the floor as she wrapped both arms around him. His cock was already hard, pressing against her stomach.

“Fuck, you are so hot,” he said against her neck as he nipped and kissed his way down, his hands roaming over her sides, then reaching between them to cup her breasts. She gasped against his mouth as he kissed her again. “I could barely keep my eyes off you, right in the middle of all those people. I love watching you come.”

He was still kissing her neck, her ear, his mouth insistent. “Take out the toys.” She did so, first the vibrator, then the soaking Smartballs, setting them both down on his desk with trembling hands.