Company?

"That's the idea, darling," she murmurs, her fingers still dancing over my skin. "I want to drive you wild, make you lose control."

She presses a kiss to my neck, her lips lingering for just a moment. "You're so beautiful when you're on the edge. So vulnerable, so needy, so mine."

Her words and her touch are like a drug, and I can feel myself sinking further and further into her influence. I whimper softly, my body quivering under her touch. "Miss Adams, please..." I whisper, my voice desperate and needy.

"Please what, darling?" she murmurs, her fingers still teasing over the edge of my underwear, driving me crazy. "You need to use your words."

I let out a frustrated groan, my body arching into her touch. "Please, stop teasing me," I breathe out.

She chuckles, her hand still tracing sinful patterns on my skin. "Oh, you know I love doing this to you too much, darling. Seeing you this worked up, this needy, it's such a delicious sight to behold."

One of her fingers slips under the waistband of my underwear, and I gasp involuntarily.

"This isn't fair," I whimper, struggling to keep my wits about me. "You can't just keep teasing me like this."

Her finger slips deeper under my waistband, stroking the skin just above my core. "Why not? You never tell me to stop, after all. You just keep letting me tease and tantalize you."

I moan softly, my legs moving restlessly under the blanket. I want to push her hand away, stop her from driving me insane, but I can't bring myself to do it. Her fingers feel too good, and her words are too enticing.

"Because I... I..." I stammer, my mind struggling to form a coherent sentence. "I want more..."

She chuckles lowly, her hand slipping deeper under my waistband, the tips of her fingers brushing against my core. I let out a sharp gasp, my hips bucking involuntarily.

"Is that so, darling?" she murmurs, her voice filled with amusement. "You want more, do you? You want me to give you that release you crave so badly?"

Miss Adams's hand freezes immediately, and she lets out an annoyed huff. She lifts her head from my neck and looks towards the door.

"Who could that be?" she mutters, her voice full of irritation. "Are you expecting someone?"

"No..." As I get up and head to the door, Miss Adams stays behind on the sofa, staying out of sight of the door as I open it. When I see who's standing on the doorstep, my heart sinks. It's one of my classmates, someone who knows Miss Adams and is in her class.

I force a smile onto my face. "Hey, what are you doing here?"

My classmate raises an eyebrow at my question. "What, I can't come visit my friend?" they reply.

I hesitate for a moment, unsure of what to say. If they come into the house, they'll see Miss Adams, and then everything will be ruined. I have to think quickly.

"Um, now's not a great time," I say, trying to sound casual.

"Why not?" my classmate asks, their tone becoming suspicious. "What are you doing?"

I struggle to come up with a believable excuse, my mind racing. "I'm just... I'm studying," I say, trying to sound convincing. "And I'm not really dressed for company right now."

My classmate looks me up and down, taking note of my casual clothes and messy hair. "You're studying, huh?" they say, skepticism clear in their voice. "At this time of night?"

"Uhm... fine fine, I've got a guy round. Don't tell anyone. Thanks for coming over but like... we are busy." My classmate raises an eyebrow, a smirk slowly creeping across their face. "A guy, huh?" they say, the smirk now spreading into a knowing grin. "Who's the lucky guy? Anyone I know?"

"Nope, just someone from a dating app, thanks... bye." I then shut the door. My classmate calls out through the door before I can fully shut it, their voice full of curiosity. "Wait, wait, wait! I need details! What's his name? What does he look like? Is he hot?"

"VERY HOT." I call back to her as I turn to look at Miss Adams. "very hot indeed..." I mutter to myself. I hear a suppressed chuckle from the direction of the sofa. Miss Adams is still sitting on the sofa, a smirk playing on her lips. She's clearly enjoying the situation, amused by the interruption and my desperate attempts to keep her concealed.

"You know, if your friend had walked in a little later, they would have gotten an eyeful," she says, her voice low and sultry.

My cheeks flush with embarrassment, and I let out an exasperated sigh. "Yeah, I know," I mutter, walking back over to the sofa and sitting back down beside her.

She reaches out and pulls me close, wrapping her arms around me again. "Don't worry, darling," she whispers, her hand resuming its movements under the blanket. "We have all the time in the world to finish what we started."