Chapter 5

Ms. Celeste opened the box, revealing its contents to be a set of leather restrains, a jar of what looked like lotion or oil, a small vial of blue liquid and some pills which he hoped were Viagra and not sedatives.

He was both turned on and terrified.

“What the fuck is all that stuff?”. he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

She smirked, picking up the jar of oil. “This,” she said, unscrewing the lid and dipping her fingers inside, “is going to make you feel really, really good.”

She climbed back onto the bed, straddling his thighs.

She dipped her fingers into the oil, then reached down, wrapping her slick hand around his cock. He groaned, his hips bucking, his eyes locked onto hers.

“Fuck, Ms. C,” he panted, his voice laced with desire and anger. “What are you doing to me?”

She smirked, her hand moving slowly, torturously, up and down his shaft. “I’m making you feel good, Jay. Isn’t that what you want?”.

“I want you to let me go.; this is fucked up and I don’t want to do this anymore.” He told her, hoping any hint of desire and excitement was not evident in his voice.

But his cock betrayed him, twitching in her hand, aching for more.

Ms. Celeste chuckled, her hand never stopping its slow, torturous pace. “You want this, Jay. You want me to make you feel good. You want to be my toy.”

“No, I don’t. I want you to let me go. This is fucked up, Ms. C.”

She laughed, a low, sultry sound that made his cock throb.

“You think you can resist me, Jay? You think you can fight this?” She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. “You’re already so hard, baby. Your cock is leaking for me. You want this.”

“Fuck you, Ms. C. I don’t want shit from you.”

She smirked, her hand tightening around his cock. “Liar. Your body wants me. Your cock wants me. And soon, your mouth will want me too.”

He scoffed, trying to ignore the way his body was responding to her touch.

“You’re delusional, Ms. C. I don’t want anything from you.” Jay said.

“We’ll see about that,” she said, her voice low and sultry. She continued to stroke him, her hand moving slower now, torturing him with pleasure. He groaned, his hips bucking, trying to get more friction, more pressure.

“Fuck, Ms. C,” he panted, his eyes locked onto hers.

“What are you planning to do to me?”

She smirked, her hand continuing its slow, torturous pace. “I’m going to make you feel really, really good. I’m going to make you beg for my pussy.”

She laughed, a low, sultry sound that made his cock throb. “We’ll see about that.

Now, open your mouth, Jay.” Ms. Celeste commanded, her voice firm. “Fuck you, Ms. C. I’m not sucking your fingers.”

She smirked, holding her slick fingers up to his lips. “Open, Jay. Or I’ll make things very difficult for you and Karruche.”

He hesitated, then reluctantly opened his mouth, his eyes never leaving hers. She slipped her fingers inside, coating his tongue with the oil, making him gag slightly. “Suck, Jay.

Lick them clean,” Ms. Celeste ordered, her voice firm. Jay glared at her, but his tongue darted out, wrapping around her fingers, tasting the oil, the faint hint of her skin. She moaned, her hips bucking slightly, her pussy grinding against his thigh.

“That’s a good boy,” she purred, her fingers pumping in and out of his mouth, fucking his face. “You like that, don’t you? You like the taste of my fingers, my pussy.”

Jay’s jaw clenched, his eyes flashing with anger and humiliation.

He hated that she was controlling him like this, using him for her own pleasure. But he couldn’t deny the way his body was responding, the way his cock was throbbing, aching for more.

Ms. Celeste pulled her fingers out of his mouth, a wicked grin on her face. “Good boy,” she purred, her fingers trailing down his chest, his abs, his thighs. “You’re doing so well, Jay. Now, let’s see how you handle something a little smaller yet something that will make you bigger”

She reached into the box, pulling out the pills.

“These, Jay, are going to make your cock harder than it’s ever been, and you’re going to fuck me with it until you can’t fuck anymore.”

She popped one pill into his mouth, forcing him to swallow it with a sip of water from the glass she brought to his lips. “Now, let’s wait for it to kick in.”

She got off the bed and sat on a chair near her dresser.

“This might take a few minutes,” she told him with a smile “I’ve never used them on someone as youthful and energetic as you before,”.

She added, her eyes gleaming with anticipation “I don’t know how your body will react”.

“Fuck you, Ms. C, I don’t want to be your fucking experiment.” Jay said, his voice laced with anger and frustration.

She laughed, a low, sultry sound that made his cock twitch. “You’re already my experiment, Jay. And you’re going to love every fucking minute of it.”

“Fuck you, Ms. C. I’m not your fucking lab rat.”

She smirked, her eyes never leaving his as she says “You’re my fucktoy in training and it looks like you’re ready,”.

She indicates his cock, which is now even harder than he’d ever noticed it could get.

“Fuck, it’s like you’re made of steel,” she comments, wrapping her hand around it, making him gasp. “You’re going to feel so good inside me, Jay. I can’t wait to ride this monster.”

He glares at her, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “Fuck you, Ms. C. I’m not doing this. I’m not fucking you.”

She chuckles, her hand moving slowly up and down his shaft, her thumb rubbing against the head, spreading the pre-cum that’s leaking out. “You will, Jay. You will fuck me.

You will fuck me until you can’t fuck anymore. And you’re going to love every fucking minute of it,” Ms. Celeste said, her voice laced with confidence. She climbed back onto the bed, straddling his waist, her pussy rubbing against his cock through her panties, making him groan. “You’re going to fuck me so good, Jay. You’re going to make me come so hard. And you’re going to love every fucking second of it.”

Jay glared at her, his jaw clenched, his cock throbbing. “Fuck you, Ms. C.

I’m not your fuck doll. I’m not going to fuck you just because you want me to.”

Ms. Celeste smiled, a wicked and knowing smile. “Oh, Jay. You’re going to fuck me. You’re going to fuck me so hard and so good that you’ll be begging for more. And I know exactly how to make that happen.”

She reached into the box again, pulling out the small vial of blue liquid. She uncapped it, and the room filled with a sweet, intoxicating scent.

“Do you know what this is, Jay?” she asked, her voice low and sultry.

He shook his head, his eyes locked onto the vial. “No, Ms. C. What is it?”

She smirked, pouring a few drops onto her fingers. “It’s a special blend of oils and extracts. It’s going to make things ... interesting.”

Before he could ask what she meant, she reached down, rubbing the liquid onto his cock. He gasped, his hips bucking, as a wave of intense, electric pleasure shot through him. His cock throbbed, aching and pulsing with desire.

He could feel the blood rushing to his groin, swelling his cock further. He was rock hard, harder than he’d ever been, and he knew it was the pills, the oil, the damn blue liquid. He was powerless to stop it, powerless to stop the desire coursing through his veins.

Ms. Celeste smiled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “That’s it, Jay. Feel it. Let it consume you.” She climbed off him, standing at the edge of the bed, her eyes never leaving his. She put the box back on her dresser then returned to the bed, once again straddling his waist.

“This is going to be fun,” Ms Celeste says, rubbing her pussy on his cock. She reaches down, taking his engorged cock into her hand.

She strokes it slowly, her thumb rubbing against the sensitive head, spreading the pre-cum that’s leaking out. He groans, his hips bucking, fucking her hand.

“Fuck, Ms. C,” he pants, his eyes locked onto hers.

She smirks, her hand never stopping its slow, torturous pace. “Isn’t that what you want?” she asks, her voice low and sultry, her hand still stroking him slowly, torturously.

“I want you to let me go,” he grits out, his jaw clenched, his body betraying him as his cock throbs in her hand.

“You like this Jay, you like what I’ve done to you,” she says softly.

“No, I don’t,” he growls, but his body tells a different story. His cock is aching, leaking, desperate for more of her touch.

She can see it, the hunger in his eyes, the way his body responds to her. She knows she has him right where she wants him.

“Tell me, Jay,” she purrs, her hand still stroking him slowly, torturously. “Tell me what you want.”

He glares at her, his jaw clenched, his body tensed. “I want you to let me go, Ms. C.”

She smirks, her hand tightening around his cock. “Your body wants something else.

Your cock wants something else. Tell me, Jay. Tell me what your body wants.”.

“Fuck you, Ms. C. I’m not playing your games.” Jay says in response.

“This isn’t a game, Jay. This is real. And your body knows it.”

She leans down, her lips brushing against his ear. “Tell me, Jay. Tell me you want me to ride your cock.

Tell me you want me to bounce on it until I come all over it.” Her voice was low, sultry, and commanding. She could see the struggle in his eyes, the war between his desire and his morality. She leaned back, her hands going to her blouse, slowly unbuttoning it, revealing her lacy black bra. “Tell me, Jay.” She repeated, her voice firm.

He swallowed hard, his eyes locked onto her tits “Fuck, Ms. C,” he panted, his cock throbbing in her hand. “I ... I want you to ride my cock, Ms. C. I want you to bounce on it until you come all over it.”

She smirked, her eyes gleaming with triumph. “Good boy,” she purred, her pussy dripping with desire. She guided his cock to her pussy entrance, placing just the tip inside.

She was soaking wet, her arousal coating his cockhead. She moaned, her eyes locked onto his.

“Fuck, you’re so big, Jay,” she panted, her hips slowly lowering, taking more of him inside her.

He groaned, his eyes rolling back as her tight, wet heat enveloped him. “Fuck, Ms. C. You’re so fucking tight.”

She smirked, her hips grinding against him, taking him deeper. “You like that, don’t you, Jay?

You like being inside me?” Ms. Celeste purred, her hips moving in slow, torturous circles, grinding against him, taking him deeper with each movement.

“Fuck yes, Ms. C,” he groaned, “You feel so fucking good.”

“I’m going to remove the handcuffs now Jay,” she told him while still riding his cock “Don’t do anything stupid like try to escape, yes?”.

She unlocked the cuffs, his arms falling limp at his sides. He could feel the blood rushing back into them, the pins and needles sensation making him wince. But he didn’t try to run. He couldn’t. Not with her riding him like that, her pussy gripping him like a velvet vice.

She leaned back, sighing as he put his hands on her tits.

He kneaded them, his thumbs brushing against her nipples, making them harden. She moaned, her hips moving in slow circles, grinding against him, taking him deeper.