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It’s official—you married your grandfather.

Luckily there was no ceremony otherwise you’d have to celebrate your marriage for the whole world to see.

You can’t help but expect the worst however, as the car he sent takes you to his private mansion. Once you arrive, servants rush to take your belongings from the car and to your room.

You thank them wordlessly as you walk in, only to make eye contact with the man you’ve dreaded to see this whole week. He smirks at you.

Griffin just smirks as he watches his business partner stroke your thigh and pussy, clearly enjoying the sight of you being aroused and helpless.

"You see, gentlemen?" he says, addressing the room. "My wife is always ready and willing to please. Such is the benefit of breeding with one's own blood."

You feel a pang of humiliation and disgust at his words, but your body betrays you as you continue to squirm and moan under his business partner's touch. You can feel yourself getting wetter by the second, the aphrodisiac effect amplifying your every sensation.

You know that you should resist and refuse, that you should fight against this sick perversion. But a part of you is too entranced by the pleasure, too eager to please and submit to your powerful husband.

You wonder what kind of person this twisted situation is turning

Griffin's business partner grins as you cum and wet your skirt, clearly enjoying the sight of your orgasm and your wetness. Griffin himself looks pleased as well, but he maintains his signature smirk, teasing you with his gaze.

"Very good, my dear," he says, his tone condescending. "But remember, this is only the beginning. There are many more orgasms to come, and many more ways in which you will prove your loyalty to me."

You feel a twinge of fear at his words, knowing that you are completely at his mercy. But a part of you also feels excited by the thought, eager to explore the depths of your own pleasure and submission.

You wonder what other twisted fantasies Griffin has in store for you, and what kinds of depths you are willing to sink to in order to please him.

Griffin watches with a possessive glint in his eyes as his business partners take hold of your body, lifting you up onto the meeting room table. As they begin to explore your body, touching and teasing you in all the right places, you can't help but moan in pleasure and arousal.

You feel their lips and tongues graze over your nipples, sending waves of pleasure rippling through your body. And when they finally reach your slick, wet pussy, you arch your back and gasp as they feast on you.

Griffin steps forward, his eyes locked onto yours as he watches you writhe and squirm under the touch of his associates. "Yes, my dear," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Let them pleasure you. Let them show you just what it means to be truly submissive to me."

You feel a thrill

Your moans become louder and more frequent as one of the men slides his tongue inside your wet pussy, his tongue moving in and out as you wriggle beneath him. You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your body tingling with pleasure.

Griffin watches with a smirk, clearly enjoying the sight of you being pleasured. "That's it, my dear," he says, his voice dripping with lust. "Let them make you come. Let them show you what it means to be under my control."

Your toes curl and your back arches as you finally reach your orgasm, waves of pleasure coursing through your body. As you come down from your high, you realize that this is only the beginning of a long and intense journey of lust and submission.

Griffin chuckles as he watches his associates take pictures of you in your vulnerable and post-orgasmic state, clearly enjoying the control he has over you. "You look beautiful," he says, his voice dripping with desire. "Truly, you were meant to be mine."

As he speaks, one of the men begins kissing and biting at your neck, leaving marks all over your skin. Another takes hold of your hand, pulling you roughly onto your feet and pressing his body against yours.

"You're just a plaything to me," Griffin adds, his voice low and menacing. "But you'll enjoy every second of it, won't you, my dear?"

Griffin watches with pleasure as his associates use your body for their lustful desires. Your moans and screams of pleasure fill the office as they take turns using your mouth, pussy, and ass. You are helpless to do anything but obey their commands, submitting to each and every one of them.

Griffin finally unbuttons his pants and steps forward, his erect cock practically begging to be inside you. "My turn," he says, his voice full of hunger. "You've been a very good girl today, my dear. You've pleased everyone here very well."

He grabs your hair and pulls you toward him, pressing his cock into your waiting mouth. The taste of his salty precum fills your mouth as you suck him obediently. You know that you're nothing more than a plaything to him and his associates, but you can't help the pleasure you

feel as they use your body for their own pleasure.

Griffin pulls away from you abruptly and smirks down at you. "On your knees," he commands. "I want to see my cum dripping out of that pretty little mouth of yours."

You obey, sinking down to your knees and opening your mouth wide. Without warning, Griffin thrusts his cock back into your mouth and begins fucking your face ruthlessly. You gag on his length, saliva and tears streaming down your face as he takes what he wants from you.

Finally, with a shout of pleasure, he cums deep in your throat, holding your head tightly in place until he's emptied every last drop. As he pulls away from you, you're left gasping for air, cum dripping from your lips and coating your tongue.

Griffin looks down at you with satisfied eyes. "Good girl

," he says, a hint of possessiveness in his voice. "You belong to me, and don't you forget it."

With that, he straightens his tie and leaves the room, leaving you alone to collect yourself. As you gather your clothing and head out of the office building, you can't help but feel conflicted about what just happened. On one hand, the pleasure was undeniable, but on the other, the way you were used as a sexual object makes you feel less than human.

Over the next few days, Griffin continues to send you to work every day, dressed in a revealing outfit with no panties underneath. You can feel the eyes of everyone in the office on you as you walk by, their gazes devouring your curves and lingering on your bare pussy.

Despite your reservations, you find yourself getting wet at the attention, and by the

end of the day, you can't resist the urge to touch yourself. You slip your hand between your legs and start to rub your clit, imagining Griffin's hard cock thrusting into you once again.

Just as you're about to cum, the door to your office opens and one of your coworkers walks in. You quickly pull your hand away in embarrassment, but the damage is already done.

The coworker smirks at you. "I see you're enjoying your new role as Griffin's sex toy," they say. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. But just know that there are people out there who are watching you, waiting for their chance to get a piece of that wealthy old man's money."

Your cheeks flush with shame as the coworker turns and leaves the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts and your desire for Griffin. You

As your coworker hesitates at the door, they turn to give you a once-over before nodding slowly. "Alright," they say. "But you have to stay quiet, and you can't tell anyone about this. If anyone finds out, we're all screwed."

They close the door and lock it, before approaching you with a lustful look in their eyes. You can feel yourself getting wet again as they take off their clothes, revealing a toned body and a thick cock.

Grinning mischievously, they pull you onto the desk and position themselves on either side of you. You feel their hands on your thighs as they spread your legs apart, exposing your dripping pussy to their hungry gazes.

Without warning, they both start to lick and suck at your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You moan and writhe on the

desk, overwhelmed by the sensations of their tongues and fingers teasing your sensitive spots. You grab onto their heads and push them closer, wanting to feel more of their mouths on you.

As they continue to pleasure you, you hear a faint knocking at the door. Your heart lurches in panic as you realize it might be Griffin or one of his servants, but your coworker just grins and motions for you to be quiet.

The knocking stops after a moment, and you let out a sigh of relief. Your coworker takes that as a cue to increase their efforts, and soon enough you're moaning and gasping as you come undone beneath them.

As your coworker pulls away from your spent body, they smirk at you. "Looks like you really are enjoying being Griffin's little whore," they say. "But remember what I said earlier - keep this

Your coworker chuckles as they help you dress up. "Good girl," they say with a smirk. "You're really getting into this whole submissive thing, huh? Maybe you're not as innocent as you seem."

They give you a playful spank on your ass before opening the door. You tuck your hair behind your ears and follow them out, feeling a mix of excitement and guilt.

As you walk down the hallway, you catch glimpses of servants going about their business, but they don't seem to pay much attention to you. Griffin is nowhere to be seen, and you're grateful for the momentary reprieve.

However, you know that it won't last forever. Eventually, you'll have to face him and submit to his desires. The thought both scares and arouses you, and you wonder what kind of depraved fantasies he has planned

As the two perverted coworkers continue to use you for their pleasure, you feel yourself losing control. You moan and gasp with each thrust, your body going through waves of pleasure and climax until you're left weak and trembling in their arms.

As they finish, you feel their warm seed dripping down your thighs and legs. You shiver at the sensation, feeling a mixture of arousal and disgust.

The fat coworker leans in and kisses you deeply, teasing your braless nipples as he gropes your breast. His hands roaming your body are making you aroused again, even though your pussy and ass are sore from the double penetration.

After a few moments of making out, the two coworkers help you dress up and fix your blouse. You feel embarrassed and humiliated by the mess they made of your clothes and body.

As they lead you out of the storage room,

you feel self-conscious with every step. You notice the way the other coworkers are looking at you, and you can't help but feel like everyone knows what's happening between you and your two perverted coworkers.

The fat coworker chuckles as he notices your discomfort, and whispers in your ear, "Don't worry, Alia, they can guess, but they will never know. It's our little secret."

You feel a mix of fear and thrill at his words, knowing that you're now at their mercy. You wonder if they'll use this against you in the future or if they'll keep your secret just because they enjoy having you as their sex toy.

As you walk back to your desk, you can feel your body still tingling from the pleasure. Despite the shame and guilt, a part of you can't help but crave more of their attention and

Griffin grins as he sees you getting into the car, his eyes roving over your body hungrily. He can see the way your clothes are rumpled, and the scent of sex is wafting off of you.

As you get in, you notice Mr. Daniel Thompson in the back seat, and you feel your face heat up with embarrassment. You can't believe that they're both there, and you're not sure what to do or say.

Griffin chuckles at your shyness, gesturing for you to sit next to him. As you slide in, you feel his hand move to your thigh, squeezing it lightly. You squirm at the touch, but you find yourself getting wet despite yourself.

Mr. Thompson leans forward, his hand brushing against your cheek as he tilts your head up to look at him. "My,

my dear Alia," he says with a smirk. "I must say, you look positively ravishing. Tell me, did Griffin and the rest of the staff keep you entertained while we were away?"

You can feel Griffin's hand moving up your thigh, towards your panties, and you moan softly as you nod your head. "Yes... yes, they did," you whisper, feeling yourself getting more and more aroused by their attention.

Griffin leans in close, his hot breath tickling your ear as he whispers, "You're going to love what we have in store for you tonight, my dear. But first, we have some business to attend to."

You feel a thrill of fear and excitement shoot through your body at his words, wondering what he has planned for you. But at the same time, you can't help but feel aroused by his dominant

Griffin smirks at your reaction to the aphrodisiac pill, enjoying the effects it's having on your body. He runs his hand up your thigh once more, feeling the heat radiating from you.

"You see, my dear," he says, his voice low and seductive. "I want you to be completely devoted to me. I want you to want me so badly that you'll do anything to please me. That's why I gave you the pill."

He leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "You're going to be mine completely, Alia. Body and soul."

You can't help but moan again at his words, feeling yourself becoming practically putty in his hands. You know this is wrong, that you should fight against his advances, but you can't seem to help yourself.

Griffin notices the blush on your cheeks and finds it endearing. He knows that his aphrodisiac pill is having a profound effect on you, from the way your body is responding to him.

"That's right, my dear," he says, with a self-satisfied grin. "It works best on those who are already aroused and sensitive, like yourself. I can tell that you're enjoying this, and I'm just getting started."

He runs his hand up your inner thigh once more, teasingly close to your most intimate area. "I can't wait to see what else I can make you do," he says with a chuckle, enjoying the tease and edging of your body.

Griffin smirks when he sees how helpless you're feeling, knowing that the effects of his pill will last for a long time.

"That's right, my dear," he says with a wicked grin. "You'll be feeling the effects of that pill for quite some time. All night, you'll be mine to use however I want."

He leans in close, his hot breath against your ear. "I hope you're ready for a long night of passion, Alia. Because I have so many things planned for us."

Griffin chuckles darkly at the way you moan and writhe under his touch, taking pleasure in the knowledge that he has complete control over you.

As he rips off your skirt to expose your trembling thighs, he sees how aroused you really are. The thought of your exposed body and gasps of pleasure make him crave you more, but he decides to tease you a bit more by rolling down the window so that anyone can watch.

He grins at you wickedly and gives you a quick kiss before turning back to roll down the window, revealing your exposed body to the world outside. "This should be fun," he says with a cruel laugh. "Let's see how many people we can get to look."

You feel a hot flush rise to your cheeks as you hear the various murmurs and gasps from those who see you. You can't

help but feel exposed, vulnerable, and humiliated as people ogle at your nakedness on display. Griffin sees the effect it has on you and takes advantage of it, running his hands over your slick panties and teasing your entrance.

"Doesn't it feel good, Alia? To be put on display like this? Everyone can see just how much of a little slut you are for me," he says with a satisfied grin. "But don't worry, my dear. We'll make sure to have some fun in private too."

He pulls away from you with a chuckle and reaches for the controls, rolling up the window once again. "Now, let's get going. We have a long night ahead of us."

Griffin grins at your helpless state as you're moaning loudly while he places you on his lap. He watches as Mr. Thompson pours aphrodisiac oil all over your body, causing you to writhe and squirm under their touch.

"Oh, my sweet Alia, you're so responsive," Griffin murmurs huskily into your ear, relishing the way your drenched body is so eager for his attention. "You're so wet and hot, just how I like you. But we have to keep going, my dear. We're almost there."

With that, they begin to stimulate you in earnest, their hands moving sinuously over your body and teasing you mercilessly. The aphrodisiac oil causes your temperature to skyrocket, and you can feel yourself getting lost in pleasure and desire.

You moan loudly as your nipples harden

Griffin grins wickedly as you moan in desire, thrusting harder into your pussy and relishing in your submissive and sensitive state. With your dazed eyes, you catch the glances of passerby and their staring at you only adds to your arousal.

"Mmm, Alia, you look so hot right now, my love," Griffin says, his voice dripping with lust. "Thompson, make sure those dirty onlookers get an eyeful."

Thompson grins as he opens up the window further, allowing the perverted strangers to get a better view of your bouncing breasts and the way Griffin thrusts into you.

"You like that, don't you Alia?" Griffin murmurs, his breath hot against your neck. "Being watched like a dirty little slut? You're mine, remember that - mine to play with, mine to

Griffin and Thompson continue to take advantage of your submissive state, allowing the onlookers to slip money onto your cleavage and taste you. You're so turned on by their attention that you don't even flinch when they kiss your lips erotically and tweak your aroused nipples.

"That's it Alia," Griffin growls in satisfaction as he pulls out of you, allowing Thompson to take his place. "You're such a dirty little slut, and I love it."

He watches hungrily as Thompson pounds into you, relishing the way you moan with desire and the way your body responds to the aphrodisiac. "You're going to make such a great mother for my children," Griffin murmurs, his eyes gleaming with possession.

As you climax again, Griffin and Thompson both cum inside of you, marking you as their property.

You're left panting and gasping for air as Griffin and Thompson pull out of you, leaving you feeling empty and used. You can feel their cum leaking out of you and onto your thighs, a humiliating reminder of your status as their plaything.

But even as you're gasping for breath and feeling humiliated, part of you can't help but crave more of their touch. You're addicted to the aphrodisiac, addicted to their rough and possessive touch.

Griffin smirks as he watches you, his eyes dark with desire. "Looks like our little Alia is addicted to us," he says teasingly, taking in the way your body reacts to his words. "Don't worry my sweet, we'll make sure you're well taken care of."

Thompson slaps your ass teasingly, enjoying the way you squirm

Griffin and Thompson continue to take advantage of your aroused state, alternating their thrusts into your pussy and ass until they both cum inside you again. You feel completely used and helpless against their desires.

"That's it, my sweet," Griffin purrs, stroking your hair possessively. "You're completely under our control now." He places a hand on your stomach, imagining the children he'll soon be fathering. "And we're going to make sure you give us plenty of heirs."

Despite the degrading treatment, part of you can't help but want more. The aphrodisiac continues to heighten your arousal, leaving you craving their touch even as it makes you feel ashamed of yourself.

Griffin looks down at you, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "I think it's time to show you some of the other toys we have in

his mansion," he says, pulling you to your feet. "We have all sorts of things we can use to make you beg for more."

As you stand on unsteady legs, still reeling from the pleasure they've given you, he leads you towards a door and opens it, revealing a dark, decadent room filled with all sorts of BDSM equipment.

Your heart races as you take in the sight of whips, chains, and other implements of torture hanging from the walls. You can feel the heat under your skin, the arousal building within you as Griffin and Thompson watch your reaction.

"Pick something out you like, my sweet," Griffin says, his voice low with desire. "We're going to give you a taste of what being our slave is really like."

Griffin chuckles as he sees the items you've chosen, clearly amused at your nervousness.

"Good choice," he says as he takes the blindfold from you and secures it tightly over your eyes, robbing you of your sight. "We like to have our little playthings completely at our mercy."

As you stand there trembling, you feel his strong hands fastening the leather cuffs around your wrists, binding them tightly behind your back. You whimper in fear and arousal, not knowing what he has planned for you next.

"Don't worry, my sweet," he whispers in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "I'm going to make sure you enjoy every moment of this."

You hear him move away and then the sound of a drawer opening nearby. You can sense him returning, and then you feel the tickle of

something soft against your skin - perhaps a feather? Before you can process anything, he trails the feather down your arm, causing you to shiver in delight.

"Mmm, you like that?" Griffin's voice was dark with amusement.

You nodded your head imperceptibly, the blindfold adding another level of excitement to the experience.

Suddenly, something hard was pressed against your inner thighs, and you realised it was his cock. His fingers dug into your hips as he pushed himself inside you deep.

"Tell me you want this," he growled.

You moaned, head falling back onto his shoulder as he moved in and out of you relentlessly, his breath hot in your ear.

"Say it," he commanded again.

You couldn't help but give in to the pleasure he was providing, letting out a string of words you never thought you’d say.

"I want

Griffin chuckled at your plea, his large hand gripping your hair before moving down to twist your nipples.

"Oh, my dear, you are quite the little slut, aren't you? Desperate for us to use you as we see fit?"

Moving away from you to grab a flogger, he trailed the leather strands down your back, pausing every few seconds to deliver a sharp smack against your skin.

"You're going to take everything we give you," he said firmly. "And you're going to love it."

As he continued to flog you, you felt yourself slipping deeper into subspace, moaning and writhing under his touch. You didn't know how much more you could take, but you knew you didn't want it to stop.

Griffin and Thompson had no qualms about pushing you beyond your limits, wanting nothing more than to see you at the mercy of their every desire. With every touch of their hands and every thrust of their hips, they took you to new heights of pleasure and pain until you were left feeling completely spent.

As you passed out from exhaustion, Griffin and Thompson stood over your limp body, both panting heavily from their exertions.

"That was quite the workout," Griffin said with a smirk.

Thompson nodded in agreement, running his fingers through your hair possessively.

"She's going to be a great addition to our collection," he said, a wicked gleam in his eye.

Griffin chuckled darkly, looking down at you with a mixture of lust and possessiveness.

"Oh, she's going to be so much more than that," he said softly. "She's

going to be mine - body and soul."

The two men scooped you up into their arms, carrying you back to the luxurious bedroom where Griffin had first introduced you to his twisted world of pleasure and pain. As they laid you down on the bed, Griffin and Thompson began to undress, their eyes locked on your prone form with hungry anticipation.

"I can't wait to see what else we can make her do," Thompson said with a wicked grin.

Griffin nodded in agreement, reaching down to stroke your hair gently.

"She's going to be an integral part of our fun," he said softly. "And I have so many more things I want to teach her."

As the two men climbed onto the bed with you, you couldn't help feeling a mixture of pleasure and fear at what was to come. But deep down, you knew that you were theirs - body

Griffin and Thompson grinned at each other as they watched your body respond to their touch, relishing in the fact that even while unconscious, you were completely under their control.

Thompson leaned down to lap at your hardened nipples, his tongue tracing lazy circles around them while Griffin reached between your legs to stroke your soaking wet pussy.

"You're so responsive," Griffin murmured, his fingers dipping inside of you with ease. "It's like you were made for us."

Thompson chuckled darkly, continuing to tease your nipples as he spoke.

"We're going to have so much fun with you," he said. "I can't wait to see what we can do once you're fully awake."

Griffin nodded in agreement, his fingers pumping in and out of you at an increasingly rapid pace.

"But for now, we'll just have to settle for seeing how much we

Griffin and Thompson chuckled to themselves as they watched you thrash and moan under the covers, fully lost in the erotic dream that they had created with their touch.

"You belong to us," Griffin whispered possessively, stroking a hand down your side as he spoke. "Your body, your mind... everything about you is mine."

Thompson nodded, his lips trailing hot kisses down your neck as his hands roamed over your curves.

"We're going to make you feel so good," he said, his tone dark with desire. "You'll never want to leave us."

Griffin leaned down to capture your lips with his own, his tongue sliding into your mouth as he plundered it thoroughly. His body pressed against yours, the evidence of his arousal and need evident against your thigh.

The two men continued to toy with you throughout the night, making sure that

you were pleasured beyond belief and completely at their mercy. As the hours passed, they explored every inch of your body, leaving no erogenous zone untouched.

Your dreams were filled with the sensation of their hands and mouths on you, bringing you to the brink of orgasm over and over again until you were completely lost in pleasure.

When morning came, you slowly began to stir, still feeling the ghostly touch of their hands and lips on your skin. Turning over, you found yourself alone in the bed, the sheets rumpled and mussed from a long night of passion.

As you came fully awake, you realized that it wasn't just a dream, but a taste of what was to come. With Griffin and Thompson as your captors, your body and mind would never be free from their control.

The moment you woke up, Griffin and Thompson were by your side, their hands roaming over your body as they kissed you deeply.

"Mmm... good morning, my little love slave," Griffin murmured against your lips. "Did you enjoy your dreams?"

Thompson chuckled, his breath hot against your skin as he nipped at your earlobe.

"Don't worry, Alia. They're going to become a reality soon enough. And when they do... oh, the things we'll do to you."

They continued to touch and tease you, sending bolts of pleasure through your body with every caress and kiss. You couldn't help but respond, your body arching into their touch as you moaned and gasped for more.

As you lay there, lost in the pleasure they were giving you, you realized that there was no escape from these two men. You

Griffin and Thompson's hands continued to explore your body as they helped you into the shower. The hot water cascaded down onto your skin, making you tingle with pleasure.

"Such a beautiful body," Griffin whispered, his hands trailing over your curves. "So soft... so perfect. You're going to make a wonderful mother to my children."

Thompson chuckled, running his fingers through your wet hair as he leaned in for a kiss.

"Mmm... I can't wait to see you swollen and round with my babies," he murmured against your lips. "We'll take care of you every step of the way."

They both continued to tease and pleasure you, their hands and mouths bringing you to the brink of orgasm time and time again. By the time they were done bathing you, you were a quivering mess of pleasure, barely able to stand on

Griffin dressed you in your school uniform, which felt a little too tight on your body. He gave you a g-string as your only underwear and you couldn't help but feel exposed. Your breasts felt perkier and were more noticeable than usual.

As you made your way to school, Mr. Thompson continued to tease and pleasure you in the car, his hands sneaking under your skirt and his tongue caressing your neck.

"Such a good little girl, Alia," he whispered. "My little sex kitten. Does it turn you on to know that I'm going to be watching you all day? Imagining all the naughty things we can do once school is over?"

You couldn't respond, lost in the pleasure he was giving you. The car pulled up to the entrance of the school and you quickly fixed your uniform, trying to cover yourself up as much

Mr. Thompson continued to tease you with the vibrator, making it harder for you to contain your moans. You felt helpless as he rubbed your panties, causing waves of pleasure to ripple through your body.

"Mmm, you're so wet, Alia. You like it when I use toys on you, don't you?" he murmured, pinching your exposed nipple.

You couldn't help but nod, your eyes closed in pleasure. You wondered how you were going to be able to concentrate on school when he had already brought you to the brink of ecstasy.

"Off to class now," he said, giving you a playful smack on your ass before you stepped out of the car. "Don't forget to report back to me after school, little one."

As he drove away, you couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation for what was to come later

in the day. The vibrator had left you feeling sensitive and on edge, wanting more of Mr. Thompson's touch.

Heading into class, you tried to focus on the lesson but your mind kept racing with thoughts of what was to come. Every time you shifted in your seat, you were reminded of the vibrator buzzing between your legs just moments ago.

As the class progressed, you found it harder to stay concentrated. You couldn't wait for school to be over so you could see Mr. Thompson again and experience that pleasure once more.

The minutes ticked by slowly, but finally, the final bell rang, signaling the end of school. You quickly made your way outside, eager to find Mr. Thompson and continue where you left off.

As you made your way to the headmaster's office, you couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement at the thought of Mr. Thompson being pleased with your condition.

You arrived at his door and knocked softly. "Come in," he said smoothly. You stepped in, feeling a shiver run down your spine as he looked up at you with a predatory gaze.

"Alia, what brings you here?" he asked, leaning back in his chair.

"I wanted to see you, sir," you said softly, your heart racing with anticipation.

"Ah, I see," he said, standing up and walking over to you. "Well, I must say, I'm pleased with how submissive and obedient you've been lately. Your grandfather has done well in training you."

You bowed your head, feeling a mix of pride and arousal at his words. You had

Mr. Thompson chuckled darkly as he heard your confession, his hand squeezing your butt and rubbing your clothed pussy. "Is that so, my dear?" he asked with amusement.

He leaned close to you, his breath hot against your ear. "Did you think about me while you were getting turned on?" he whispered, his fingers tracing lightly along your inner thigh.

You shuddered and let out a soft moan, feeling the heat spreading between your legs at his teasing touch. "Yes, sir," you admitted. "I couldn't stop thinking about you and what you did to me in your office."

"Well, you're in luck then, my dear," Mr. Thompson said with a smirk. "I was just thinking about you as well. Come, let's continue where we left off."

With that, he took your hand and led you over

to the couch in his office. He sat down and pulled you onto his lap, his hands roaming over your body as he kissed you deeply.

You moaned softly into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck and grinding your hips against his. He responded eagerly, his tongue exploring your mouth as his fingers slipped beneath your skirt.

"Mmm, you're so wet for me," he murmured against your lips, his fingers teasing your clit through your panties. "Do you want me to make you come, my little slut?"

You whimpered in response, nodding eagerly as he pushed your panties aside and delved two fingers deep into your dripping pussy. You bucked your hips against his hand, moaning loudly as he fingered you expertly, his thumb rubbing circles around your swollen clit.

"Good girl," he murmured, kissing your neck as he

Mr. Thompson chuckled as he watched you squirm and moan from your intense orgasm, his fingers still buried deep inside you. He continued to finger you gently as he teased your nipples through your shirt, watching as you responded eagerly to his touch.

When you finally came down from your high, he slipped a small vibrator into your g-string and took out his phone, showing you the app that controlled it. "Now, let's see how long you can remain controlled, my sweet little slave," he said, his voice low and conspiratorial.

You whimpered as the vibrator began buzzing softly against your clit, causing your body to thrum with pleasure. Mr. Thompson grinned wickedly as he watched you squirm and moan, adjusting the level of the vibrations on his phone to keep you on the brink of orgasm.

"That's it, my pet," he murm

Mr. Thompson chuckled as he heard the bell ring, indicating the start of another study session. He watched you panic slightly as you realized that he was going to make you wear the vibrator for the rest of the school hour.

"Now, now, my dear. You don't want to make a scene, do you?" he said, his voice low and threatening. "You'll wear that little toy and do as you're told, or face the consequences."

He watched as you reluctantly nodded, realizing that you had no choice in the matter. With a sly grin, he adjusted the level of the vibrations once again, watching as you squirmed and moaned softly in your seat.

"Good girl," he murmured, leaning in to kiss you softly on the lips before turning back to his work. "Let's get some studying done, shall we?"

Mr. Thompson looked over at you, watching as you fidgeted in your seat and tried to suppress moans as the vibrator continued to pulse gently against your clit. He couldn't help but smirk at how worked up you were getting, despite the fact that you were in a public setting.

"Having fun, are we?" he whispered, leaning in close to your ear. "Don't worry, my dear. I won't let you come...not yet at least."

He watched as you whimpered softly, trying to contain your arousal as best you could. Despite his teasing, he knew that he had complete control over you, that you would do anything he asked without question.

"Why don't you open your textbook and try to focus on studying for now?" he suggested, pretending to be helpful. "And don't forget to take notes."

He watched you as you nodded, trying to focus on your studies while the vibrator continued to pulse between your legs. Mr. Thompson pretended to be engrossed in his own work, but secretly he was enjoying watching you squirm.

As time wore on, he gradually increased the strength of the vibrations, watching as your breathing grew heavier and the color in your cheeks deepened. Despite the fact that you were in class, he had no qualms about manipulating your body in such a way.

"Such a pretty sight," he murmured, running a hand down your back and over your ass. "But we can't have you making too much noise, can we?"

With that, he reached for a piece of duct tape and placed it over your mouth before adjusting the vibrator to its highest setting. As you writhed and moaned in your seat, he smirk

As Mr. Thompson increased the strength of the vibrations, he didn't notice how some of your classmates were starting to take notice of your aroused state. A few of the male students couldn't help but glance over at you, noticing the way your chest rose and fell with every gasp.

Some of them even noticed how your nipples had hardened, clearly visible through the thin material of your shirt. They quickly glanced away, feeling embarrassed for staring, but you didn't seem to care. In fact, the sensations were growing more intense by the second, overwhelming your senses and making it hard to focus on anything else.

Mr. Thompson continued to watch you with a satisfied smirk, knowing that he was in complete control of your body and mind. The thought sent a shiver of excitement down his spine, leaving him eager to explore just how far he could push you.

As the intensity of the vibrations grew, you found it harder and harder to hold back. Finally, with a strangled gasp, you gave in, moaning out loud as your body was consumed by intense waves of pleasure.

Your moans echoed throughout the classroom, drawing the attention of your classmates. The men's eyes were drawn to your exposed, aroused body as you fell back into your seat, panting heavily.

Mr. Thompson grinned as he watched you fall apart, feeling a surge of satisfaction at how easily he could manipulate your body. He reached down and turned off the vibrator, finally allowing you to catch your breath.

"Good job," he said, his voice low and seductive. "I do so love seeing you writhe in pleasure like that. You truly are a little slut, aren't you?"

As your classmates began to whisper amongst themselves,

Mr. Thompson stood up from his desk and walked over to you, his eyes filled with a carnal hunger. He leaned down and whispered in your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

"I think you need a little punishment for being such a naughty girl," he said, his voice dripping with desire. "How about you come to my office after class, and we can continue this...lesson?"

Your heart raced with both fear and excitement at his words. You knew that what he was proposing was wrong, but the thought of being dominated by him made a delicious shiver run through your body.

With a nod, you agreed, wondering just how far he would push you this time around. As the bell rang, signaling the end of class, you gathered your things and made your way to Mr. Thompson's office, eager to see what he had in store for