Sugar

» Eleven

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I pulled the skirt past my hips and tucked my white t-shirt into it before slipping into my black Doc Martens.
"That's a different outfit" Wilmer observed as I walked into the kitchen, handing a cup of coffee to me. A smirk on his face as he looked at how my skirt was fairly short at the back.

I shrugged, "I don't have a lot to wear here because all of my clothes are at my apartment, so I made do"

"We can stop past later and pick some up"

"If you're sick of me staying here then I can sleep at my apartment tonight. I don't want to make you feel like I'm intruding or anything" I took a deep breath, "And I know you might want to bring your other sugar babies here..."

A look of shock came upon Wilmer's face, "Demi, there's no one else"

I couldn't help the smile that controlled me, "There isn't?"

"I don't want anyone else" He shook his head, "Actually, I have a surprise for you?"

"What is it?" My face lit up.

"It's a love egg"

My expression dropped in confusion, "Which is?"

He bit his lip when a blush came upon his cheeks, "You've never used sex toys before, have you?"

A sudden realisation came to me, "Wilmer, we have to go to class! I don't have time for you to fuck me with a...love egg"

"I know" He chuckled, "It's for while we're in class. It's a remote control vibrator. I control it, and you wear it"

"Will that even fit?" My eyes widened, seeing the girth of the purple object.

"Well it's smaller than me, so if I can than this should"

"Right, duh" I bit my lip at the thought, "Fuck, you're a tease!"

"Turn around" I followed his orders, his hands slipping under my skirt and into my underwear. Bending me over slightly, he ran the smooth toy through my folds before softly inserting it. I sucked in a breath as pleasure as positioned it before moving his hand away, slapping my ass cheek playfully before fixing my skirt and allowing me to turn back around.

"Is this going to fall out?" I asked, my anxieties about it starting to come through.

Wilmer shook his head, "You'll be fine. It's also silent, so no one will hear it or anything. The only people who will be aware of it are you and me. Just stay within eight meters of me to make sure it works"

"How will you know if it's working?"

He smirked, "I think I'll be able to tell"

..

Entering my English class after visiting my locker, I took a seat in the middle of the left side of the class where I knew I would be in perfect view of Wilmer.

"Alright class, today we are working on William Shakespeare's Othello. Who has read this book before?" I raised my hand, as did 20 other people.

"I see that not many people have read this book, I will be assigning you guys to read all of act 1 this week, on Friday you will have a quiz on it"

No one said anything because they knew he could assign more than what he was doing. Me though, being me couldn't bite my damn tongue for long so I raised my hand. He looked up at me and a small smirk appeared on his face, "Question, Lovato?"