Paint Me, Professor | Student-Professor Erotic Novel | 18+ | ✔️

43 - Power

Alison
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I woke up half an hour earlier than my alarm. The anticipation of finding out what was inside the small wooden box was eating me alive. Yet, with all this anticipation, I kept my promise. I wasn't going to open it until it was time.

In my mind, if I got to Evergreen earlier, the moment would arrive sooner. For that reason, I arrived twenty minutes earlier, standing completely alone in the corridor in front of the amphitheater.

The minutes dragged by and all I could do was look at my watch. I had to wait until eight twenty, ten minutes before the lecture started before I could finally put an end to my misery. In the meantime, some students started to arrive and I distracted myself by making small talk. I even had the chance to speak to David and ask him what he had done at Kent's studio on Friday since I didn't go (was a little busy celebrating the Paris trip with Chris).

At eight fifteen I excused myself to go to the bathroom. At that time in the morning I was sure it'd be empty. I hurried inside one of the stalls, putting down the toilet seat and sitting on it. I unzipped my bag, taking out the small box and taking a deep breath.

Was it a present? Had be bought me jewelry, some earrings perhaps? Was it a note detailing his plan for our day alone in Paris? Was it a joke? Would I hilariously find spices inside of that box with a note saying "gotcha"?

I glanced at the watch. One minute before I could open it. I tried my hardest to only open it precisely ten minutes before, but I gave in.

I opened the box, and what I found puzzled me.

I held the pink, silicone, egg-shaped object in my hand, feeling it. It was incredibly soft, yet it had a heaviness to it. It also had a string attached, as if it was a tampon.

That's when it clicked, my stomach turning into knots at the realization.

The box contained a note. I unwrapped the piece of paper and recognized Chris' handwriting.

Let's play a game.
You make a noise, you lose.
Put it in as far as it can go.
Choose whichever seat you want, it won't matter.
The controller has a 35 feet radius.
Good luck.

I felt lightheaded. I took a deep breath, shaking my head in utter disbelief. This was the remote control vibrator he had used when he painted me on the floor.

I suddenly felt a rush of adrenaline course through me. No, this couldn't be happening. It was completely insane. Utter madness. I remembered the way I had reacted that night in his apartment, and I wasn't about to put on a show in front of my classmates.

I turned that note around just to see if he had written anything else, maybe a justification for this crazy idea. To my relief, on the back of it, the word 'Lilac' was written. This was Chris' way of saying I didn't have to go through with it if I didn't want to, I was sure of it.

I just sat there for a few moments, weighing my options: I could simply put the vibrator back in the box, walk inside that amphitheater and mouth the word lilac to Chris so he'd know I didn't have it in me, or I could take a deep breath and push myself to my limits. I could show Chris I was ready, that there was nothing he could throw at me that I couldn't handle.

Oh God, but to orgasm in a room full of people... What a terrifying thought.

I had to remind myself that if anything happened, all I needed to do was say lilac. Alternatively, I could simply get up and leave the room.

My phone buzzed, startling me since the bathroom was dead silent.

CHRIS: 5 minutes.