I don’t even know why I enjoy it, but I do.
I like being naughty and wrong.
“Wow, you look …” Lesley says as she walks by. “Different.”
“Different good? Or different horrible?” I ask, turning around.
“Neither. No comment.” She slams her lips together, but her eyes are still judging me.
“Oh, c’mon. Tell me what you really think.”
“Nuh-uh.” She shakes her head. “You do you.”
“No, I wanna hear it. Give it to me straight.”
“I don’t wanna be a bitch.”
“How is that different from any other day?” I muse, raising a brow.
She rolls her eyes. “Oh, fuck you. Okay, fine, you look like a hooker. Happy now?”
“Yes.” I grin.
“Why is that a good thing?” she asks as I grab my backpack.
“Because that’s exactly what I was aiming for.”
“Are you looking for a job on the side or something? Jesus, Hailey, I know you had fun on your first time, but I wouldn’t start hustling on the streets.”
“Relax,” I say, laughing. “I’m not gonna.”
“Then why? Who are you trying to impress? Do you need to get laid again?”
“No, why do you think that? Can’t a girl just change her outfit every once in a while?”
“Depends if that girl is actually a fucking whore.” She sighs. “Hailey, you’re not a real ho. I know I said that, but it was only a joke.”
I place a hand on her shoulder. “Chill. I know you were. I’m not gonna be a real hooker. I don’t have anyone to impress.” I walk past her.
“Well, you’re sure not yourself all right, that I do know.” She sighs. “But I can see this makes you happy, I guess? So if you’re happy, then I am too.”
I don’t wanna talk about it right now. Maybe I’ll tell her about Thomas and me sometime, but not today. “Great. Now, are you coming?”
She checks the clock, confused. “Um, we still have like thirty minutes. Why the rush?”
“I wasn’t there the last two times, so I wanna catch up on homework.”
“Okay.” She frowns, and I get the feeling she sees straight through my charade.
“See ya in a little bit then?”
“Yeah, whatever. You go on ahead. I’ll be there. Don’t worry.”
I nod and wave as I go out the door and run down the stairs.
I don’t know why, but I’m smiling from ear to ear. Maybe it’s the nerves of being looked at because literally everyone I pass turns their head.
Or maybe it’s because I can’t wait to see the look on his face the moment he sees me.
Because that’s the only thing I can think about right now as I’m walking to his classroom.
How I can make his eyes focus solely on me.
How I can get him hard just by looking at me.
How I affect him.
Because that’s what I like the most about our exchanges. The attention he’s giving me, something no one else ever has.
I take a deep breath and then open the door to the classroom, only to find it empty. I take another good look, but he really isn’t there. I walk along the corridor, passing all the doors which have small metal plates attached to them with names scribbled on them. Finally, the fifth door has Thomas Hard engraved on the plate.
I reach for the handle, but then I realize he might be busy, and I don’t want to disturb him.
Weird.
I normally want to disturb everyone.
I normally enjoy making people mad.
But not him.
Definitely not him.
Well, maybe … maybe a little bit.
I mean, that spanking sure shook me up.
I’m not sure if I liked it or not. If it was painful or arousing. It was embarrassing. And still, I can’t stop wondering if he’ll ever do it again … because my heart pumps faster from just the thought.
“Come in.” His booming voice makes my face light up.
I push open the door and stand in the middle, waiting for him to look up at me, and when he does … the look on his face makes me want to bend over his desk again.
Fuck me, it’s so wrong.
I’m wrong, but fuck it.
“And?” I say.
“Wow …” he mutters, raising his brow at me. “You really went for it, didn’t you?”
“Uh-huh …” I take a step inside.
He scoots back his chair and stands up, eyeing me from a distance. “Close the door.”
I do what he asks and then walk toward his desk as he steps out from behind it.
“A bit overboard, don’t you think?” he muses, adjusting the buttons of his shirt as if they were loose.
I shrug and lean against his desk with my back. “You asked for it.”
“I asked for you to dress sexy …” He stands in front of me.
“And this isn’t sexy?” I open my hands and show off my outfit.
The left side of his lip perks up into a seductive smile, and I hold my breath as he leans in. “It’s too sexy.”
Chapter 11
Thomas
I can’t believe she actually did what I said.
Well, it’s a little on the extreme side, but I appreciate the effort.
Besides, it’s not every day that I see her wearing something like this. I have to relish it.
“So …” she mumbles.
“You’re finally on time …” I muse.
“Yeah, well …” She grabs a strand of her hair and toys with it.
I grasp her wrist just before she tucks the strand behind her ear. “Don’t. I like it better when it’s loose.”
She slowly brings her hand down, but I’m still holding her wrist, and I’m not about to let go.
I place my other hand on the table beside her and lean in.
“You made me spank you yesterday,” I murmur. “Why aren’t you angry? Afraid?”
“Because you’re not dangerous. Not to me,” she says, her eyes so seductive they make me want to kiss her.
“I am when you disobey me.”
“Do you do this with all your students?” she asks, closing her eyes as I inch closer.
“What? The spanking or the dress code?”
“Both …”
“I’ve never done either with anyone but you …” I whisper.
Her lips are so close, I can almost taste them.
Fuck that, I already can.
I slam my mouth into hers and take her sweet little lips, claiming her as mine.
I don’t give a shit that I punish her for being late.
I don’t give a shit that I’m supposed to be her teacher.
And I sure as hell don’t give a shit that anyone could find us here.
My kiss is soft and sensual, as I don’t want to rush it, but it’s becoming so hard to resist. I wish I could say that every kiss would be the last. That every time I see her would be the final time. That every day I think of her, it would be as a student and not someone I crave.
But I can’t.
I can’t fucking stop thinking about her in a way I shouldn’t.
Keeping distance is impossible when she needs to be here every goddamn time … And when she throws her assets in my face like that. But maybe fucking my frustration over not having her out of my system will work.
I grab her waist and set her on the table. She giggles, but I silence her with a kiss. My tongue sweeps out to lick her lips, which part eagerly, allowing me entry. I suck on her lips and let my tongue roam free around her mouth, licking the roof of her mouth.
Panting, I take my lips off hers for a second to admire the glow on her face.
I know she wants this too.
I don’t have to ask, and she doesn’t need to tell. It’s written all over her face.
“You’re a naughty girl … you know that?” I murmur, and then I press another kiss to her neck.
“I know what I am; you don’t need to tel
l me.”
“And mouthy too.” I suck so hard it makes her moan.
The red mark left on her skin makes me smile. “You’ll have to tell your friend another boy did that.”
“Why?” She frowns.
“Because this can’t happen and it’s not. Do you understand?”
“You mean we’re not kissing right now?” she says with a wicked smile on her face.
“Exactly.” I grin and then place another kiss on her lips. “We’re not kissing at all.”
I leave her lip with a final tiny bite and then slide my fingers up her skirt, far enough to tickle her sweet pussy through the fabric of her panties.
She bites her lip and sucks in a breath.
“Like that?” I ask.
She nods sweetly.
I hook my fingers around her panties and pull them down slowly, taking delight in the sight of her naked pussy appearing underneath. “Do you know what else we’re not doing?” My hand dives between her legs, and I cup her pussy. “I’m not touching your sweet little pussy right now. And we’re definitely not going to fuck right now.”
She moans into my mouth when I rub her softly.
“God, you’re such a tease,” I whisper. “Always being late, getting me all riled up.”
“I can’t help it. Your class is just that boring,” she says.
“Now, you’re just trying to get me mad.” I swat her legs. “Open.”
“Ow …” she murmurs.
“I told you not to make me angry.”
“Yeah, well, you’ve been an asshole too, so …”
I cock my head. “When was I an asshole to you?”
“When you said you didn’t know there were students coming to the bar and that you needed to find another place to chill.”
“Oh … yeah, well, your friend was with you there. I needed to say something.”
She purses her lips but then closes her eyes. Whether she accepts my explanation doesn’t really matter.
All that matters is that I want her. Now.
“Enough talking.” I nudge her legs further apart and slide my index finger up and down her slit until her wetness coats my fingers. Then I flick her clit, watching her eagerly as she moans softly.
I place one hand over her mouth. “Shhh …” I mutter. “Don’t want anyone hearing you come, now do you?”
She shakes her head.
I toy with her until she’s swollen and panting, then I insert a finger. She gasps, sucking on the inside of my fingers as I keep my hand firmly over her mouth to prevent the noise from escaping.
“I know you want to moan … And trust me when I say there’s nothing in this world I’d want to hear more than your moan. But students are out there, and that door isn’t locked.”
Her eyes tear away for a second, a sliver of terror flashing through them, so I distract her with the thrusts of my finger. I fuck her with one until she’s calmed down, and then I add another so she can feel the fullness. I go on until she’s shaking, her toes curling as she reaches the edge.
“Are you a dirty girl, Hailey? Are you going to soak my desk with your wetness?”
She nods, moaning against my hand.
“Shhh … no sound. Just come from my fingers. All over my hand …”
She quivers and her eyes roll back for a second. Then her muscles contract around my fingers, and a flood of wetness gushes out of her. My cock springs erect from the sight.
“Good …” I whisper as she takes sharp breaths through her nose. “Good girl. You did so well.”
I remove my hand from her mouth and take my fingers from her pussy. I can’t help myself; I bring them to my nose and smell them. Something about the scent of a horny woman just turns me on like nothing else. God, it only makes me want to fuck her more.
I bring my fingers to my lips and dip my tongue out to take just the tiniest of licks.
That’s it.
Enough to bring out the beast and let it take control. “My turn.”
I grasp her tight white button up and rip it open. One of the buttons at the top flies off, scattering away, but I pay no attention to it. With one sweep, everything—including pens, paperwork, and a stapler—flies off my desk. She squeals as I push her down on my desk and pull down her bra, exposing her pink, hardened nipples.
Licking my lips, I say, “So innocent … and to think you were still a virgin when we met.”
“I’ve touched boys before,” she suddenly blurts out.
“What?” I frown.
“Well, they touched me, and I touched them … but I never fucked before you. Um … never mind. TMI.”
“Yes, it is,” I mutter, and I tug at one of her nipples with my index finger and thumb. “And none of those boys compare, do they?”
“No, oh god, no.” Her tone is a mixture of pain and pleasure. Just the way I like it.
“You’re fucking with a grown man, Hailey. Think you can handle it?” I tug at her nipples until a small cry escapes her mouth.
“Yes! If you’d stop torturing me so much and just fuck me already. Dammit.”
“There’s one thing you should learn about me, Hailey, and that’s never to talk back to me like that. Because I will make you pay.” I twist her nipples and release them, only to do it twice.
“Fuck! All right, all right. Yes, fuck. You’re right. I won’t. I’m sorry.”
“Good. Now … spread your legs for me. Show me what a good girl you can be.”
Tentatively, she parts her legs, probably unsure of what I’m going to do with her.
But I only have one thing in mind.
I reach into my pocket, fish out my wallet, and take out the spare condom I always carry with me. Just in case. Not to randomly fuck people, of course. I would never. But I always like to come prepared, for instances like this.
I pull down my zipper and pull out my cock. Then I rip open the packet and roll it over my length.
“Oh, god …” She tilts her head and looks up, her eyes widening at the sight of me.
“It came in you before, you can do it again,” I muse, smiling at her. “And if you want to get real frisky, I’ll fuck your tiny ass too.”
“What?” Her jaw drops.
“Don’t worry, I’ll save it for later … along with all the other things I have planned.” I can’t help lopsided smile on my face when I see the fear in her eyes. I never realized it was this fun to fuck virgins until I fucked her.
“Planned? I thought this would be a one-time only thing.”
“Oh, fuck no …” I say, as I rub my cock along her pussy.
She moans. “But you said … something about professionalism …”
“Fuck professionalism,” I retort. “I can’t do it anymore.”
“… and teacher-student relationship,” she adds.
I lick my lips. “Exactly. Teacher-student relationship. Because I’m going to teach you how to fuck and be fucked. Now, stay still.”
I line myself up to her and thrust. She gasps and grips her tit with one hand. I smirk and pull out, only to thrust again. Grabbing her legs, I fuck her hard and fast, pounding into her with every inch of me.
Sweat drips down my forehead as I shove my cock into her, wanting to claim every inch of her.
I don’t know what it is about this girl that makes me so wild, so crazy and lustful, but I’m not going to fight it any longer. She’s a grown woman; she can take it.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I murmur as I slam into her. “Look at me, Hailey. Look at me when I fuck your pussy like it should be fucked.”
“Oh, god. If sex is always like this, I need it every day,” she says, making me laugh a little.
“It can be if you want it to be,” I say.
I put my fingers on her clit and flick, making her moan out loud.
“I want you to come again. Let me feel it with my cock.”
“Jesus, you’re the only man I’ve ever met who’s wanted me to come this badly,” she says.
“You met bo
ys, Hailey. Boys. I’m not a fucking boy, and I sure don’t fuck like one.” I smack her tit, which makes her squeal.
“Fuck you!” she yells. “Why’d you do that?”
“Because I”—I slap her other tit—“don’t tolerate your bad words. It’s time you learned how to behave, and if you don’t want to listen, then maybe I can fuck it into you.”
“That makes no sense,” she says.
“Keep talking and I’ll spank your ass tomorrow too,” I growl, her back talk causing me to fuck her even harder.
“You’re not even teaching our class tomorrow.”
“Doesn’t. Matter. I’m taking what I want, when I want, and you’ll give me anything I demand. Are. We. Clear?” Each word is another slap.
“Yes.”
I reach for her clit and rub it between two fingers. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, Sir!” she moans.
“Good. Keep it up and maybe I’ll be a little nicer.” I thrust into her so deeply the desk shakes. “Or is that the opposite of what you want? Because you like it when I’m rough with you, don’t you? You like getting your pussy pounded like you’re some kind of fuck-doll.”
“Fuck, yes,” she says, as I grab her waist with both hands and shove my cock into her pussy, which fits me like a glove.
“You’re a dirty little thing. My fuck-doll. My pussy to fuck whenever I please. And this pussy is gonna come for me too. Isn’t it?”
“Yes … Yes, oh god.” Her body quakes underneath me.
“Then do it. Come all over my cock, you filthy girl.”
She moans out loud and then I feel her muscles contract all around my length. I thrust into her once more and feel the cum burst out of me. I groan out loud, seed spilling out of me as I pound into her a few more times.
When the orgasm subsides, I take out my cock and pull off the condom. I drag her off the desk and make her bend over it again, pushing her body down as my arousal is still at its limit. Then I pour the contents of the condom over the desk, right in front of her.
“Lick it.”
“What?” she mutters.
I grab her hair and nudge her closer to my cum. “Clean my desk.”
She looks mad … madly sexy as her mouth opens and her tongue dips out.
Slowly but surely, she starts licking the cum, swiping her tongue along the wood.
“Don’t leave a drop,” I growl. “Understood?”
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