19 - That Goes Up the Butt

19 - That Goes Up the Butt

Mia

“Are we really going to a sex store?” I asked, looking out of the car window.

Even though I was pouting because I still hadn’t felt what an orgasm felt like, James told—nay, ordered me to clean up in the washroom and remove the vibe and put it back in the box. When I complained that I didn’t want to, he threatened to remove it by himself and punish my pussy with spanks.

Despite how turned on I got by the idea, I obeyed and cleaned up.

It was a sunny, warm day and James had turned on the air conditioner in his car.

“I already answered that question the first couple of times you asked me, Mia,” he replied, squeezing my thigh. He had kept his hand on my thigh as soon as we had driven out of the school, as if he couldn’t stop touching me and making silly little patterns on my skin with his fingers.

It made my heart feel all warm and mushy.

I squirmed on the seat, trying to hide the wince of pain. I remembered checking out my ass in the washroom, blushin