Pretty Dirty (Dirty Bad Things Book 2)

by Madison Faye

  “In my office, Ms. Kensington” he growls, his fierce gaze locked on me in a way that makes me squeeze my thighs together and do everything in my power not to moan.

  “It’s time you learn exactly what happens to bad girls in my school.”

  4

  Christian

  She walks in front of me the whole way back to my office. And I stare. My jaw tenses, my pulse roars, and my cock threatens to tear a hole in my damn suit pants as I watch that tight little off-limits ass of hers sashay under that pleated tartan skirt.

  And I swear to God, I can smell her. Maybe it’s her shampoo, or detergent, or fucking pheromones. But fuck, whatever it is is driving me insane until suddenly, I realize what it is that’s teasing my nostrils and making my head swim, and it almost makes me lose all control right there on the front steps of the school.

  It’s her pussy. I can fucking smell her sweet, tight, forbidden little cunt. It’s the smell of innocence and I growl under my breath, loud enough that she probably hears me, seeing as she jumps a little bit. My cock thickens quickly, bulging at the front of my pants as I follow Tempest down the main hallway — thankfully empty at this time of the day — to my office, inhaling the scent of her and knowing that there’s no coming back from this.

  Fuck the consequences, or the immorality of my obsession, or whatever repercussions this has. I know I’m blurring the lines between disciplining an unruly student and feeding my own lust for her, but I do not care. I’ve spent two months nearly constantly hard because of this little tease, and I won’t be denied any longer.

  I’m her Headmaster. I’m twenty years older than her. But damn the implications. Damn the blowback. She’s legally an adult, and besides that, there’s that one little nagging voice that’s been whispering in my ear ever since the day she poured herself into my world:

  Tempest Kensington is a grade-A brat. And she’s about to get a very thick, very firm dose of discipline.

  …Over my knee, on hers, and holding her fucking ankles above her head as I slide every goddamn inch of my cock into her tight little slit.

  She knows where we’re going, and I follow her, my head still swimming and my cock still taking up all the blood in my body as we step into the reception area of the Headmaster’s office. Ms. Vitney, my receptionist, smiles brightly at me, but I wave her off.

  “Hold my calls,” I mutter gruffly, barely able to speak as I watch Tempest step ahead of me into my office.

  “Actually, take a long lunch, Milly,” I say as innocently as I can, making sure to stand with her computer monitor between us, lest she see the massive bulge at the front of my suit pants. The truth is, I want to be alone with Tempest. I don’t want anyone on the other side of the office door listening in to what I’m about to do to this little tease, or worse, interrupting me.

  Milly glances sharply at my office and at Tempest who’s standing just inside, her back to the door.

  “That one,” she clicks her tongue, shaking her head. “You know what they say, Mr. Knolls. You can’t give troublemakers like that a single inch.”

  “I don’t plan to, Ms. Vitney,” I say gruffly, plastering a thin smile on my face as she gets up from her desk, gathers her lunch cooler, and heads out of the office area.

  I plan on giving her nine.

  I wait until she’s gone before I close the door to the office reception room, whirl, and storm into my office. Tempest is standing facing me, her ass against the edge of my desk and her bottom lip caught between her lips. I growl lowly, like an animal, as I close the door to my office and cross my arms over my broad chest, my eyes locked onto her.

  “Am I in trouble, Mr. Knolls?”

  She purrs it out like the little kitten she is, her eyes burning fiercely and her voice dripping sex. The blood roars in my ears, and even if I’m doing my best to resist the urge to tear her clothes off right there, bend her over my desk, and fuck her bratty little cunt into submission, it’s a battle I’m not going to be able to win much longer. Not when she’s looking at me like that, and sucking that pouty little lip like that, and dressed like that.

  Not when every instinct in my head is screaming that she wants to be here right now. She looks nervous, but not scared. She looks defiant, but not angry. This isn’t a little fuck up who’s pissed that she’s found herself in trouble in the Headmaster’s office.

  …This is a little tease, and the look on her face says she’s exactly where she wants to be. The thought has my jaw grinding tight, my hands clenching at my sides. But once I notice it, there’s no getting away from it. I might be ready to put Tempest Kensington over my knee and show her what happens to bad little girls, but that look in her eyes says one thing: she’s as eager to take the punishment as I am to mete it out.

  “Smoking. Really?”

  She shrugs, trying to look coy but instead just looking so fucking appetizing with that defiant look on her face.

  “I’m an adult. I’m allow—”

  “Barely,” I growl out, moving towards her. I can feel the heat of her small body as I get closer, like this pulsing beacon that’s dragging me closer to sin and temptation.

  She swallows, her little bravado act faltering just a little as I move closer, my much bigger frame towering over hers.

  “I’m allowed to smoke,” she says quietly.

  “No, you’re not. Not on school grounds at least.”

  I pause, my mouth tightening and my eyes leveling with her.

  “Actually, you know what? You’re not allowed to smoke anywhere from here on.”

  Her brows arch. “Says who?”

  “Me,” I growl, moving even closer to her.

  “You can’t tell me what to do,” she shoots back, her voice heavy with her breath and her chest rising and falling, her sweet, pillowing tits straining against her blouse.

  “Watch me.”

  She gasps as I move right against her, barely an inch from touching her body with all of mine. My hands move to either side of her, holding onto my desk and pinning her against it like my prey. Her breath catches, this sexy little gasp that sends a direct response right to my swollen cock.

  “Your file says you have problems with authority, you know.”

  “I’m sure it does,” she whispers back.

  “Prone to disobedience.”

  “Or maybe I just don’t like old men telling me what to do.”

  My jaw clenches tight, but my eyes flash, seeing the fire behind hers.

  She’s enjoying this. She’s enjoying playing the little fucking tease and pushing my buttons harder and harder to see when she’ll get a bigger reaction. And trust me when I say she’s about to get a very big “reaction.”

  “You just like being a bad girl instead, is that it?”

  She whimpers. She fucking whimpers when I call her a bad girl, and God help me, it takes everything I have not to shred her clothes off and claim her right there.

  “Maybe,” she breathes, her bottom lip quivering slightly as her big blue eyes stare into mine. I can see the cracks her armor starting to appear — the way the eagerness behind her face stats to bloom through until her eyes are practically begging me to bury myself between her legs.

  “I hope you’re aware that in previous times, bad girls like you would be spanked by their Headmaster.”

  She whimpers again, lips tightening as she swallows. Slowly, her soft little pink tongue darts out to wet those lips, and I can feel the beast inside about to tear it’s way out.

  “Well who are we to tread on tradition?” she says quietly.

  “There are rules now.”

  “I’m not the biggest fan of rules,” she tosses back, her breasts rising and falling and her cheeks flushed red.

  “Careful,” I growl.

  “Of what?”

  “Me.”

  Tempest gasps, this sexy little breathy sound that has my cum-filled balls throbbing with need for release.

  “You think I’m scared of some new Headmaster who thinks he can just
show up and—”

  “You should be.”

  “Tough.”

  My jaw clenches. “Has anyone ever told you you’re a little brat?”

  “Has anyone ever told you you’re old?”

  My resolve shatters.

  “Turn around,” I growl.

  Tempest’s brows go up.

  “What?” she says in a shaky voice.

  “Turn. The. Fuck. Around,” I hiss, moving right against her and letting her feel every single inch of my body pressing into her. She whimpers, and I know she can feel my cock pulsing hot and hard against her belly. I move back an inch to give the space to follow through with my orders.

  “Since you seem to enjoy being a bad girl, I’m going to treat you accordingly,” I say, my voice thick with need for her. “And as you said, who are we to tread on tradition?”

  Her jaw drops as my lips pull back in a hungry smile.

  “Turn around, Ms. Kensington,” I mutter.

  Tempest’s face is bright red, and her big blue eyes are glistening with something between shock and lust when she slowly nods. Slowly, like she’s still not sure this is real, she turns around.

  “Bend over,” I growl lowly, my eyes sliding up and down her lean, exposed legs.

  “W-what?” she gasps, her voice shaking.

  “Bend over the desk,” I whisper darkly into her ear, coming up right behind her. “Ms. Kensington, I’m going to show you what your old new Headmaster does to naughty little brats like you.”

  5

  Christian

  She does as she’s told, and it makes me groan as I watch my gorgeous, teasing little obsession stretch out across my big desk. Her skirt pulls up high — so high I can just see the bottom curve of the tight little globes of her ass. I can see the muscles of her legs straining tight, her blonde hair cascading around her shoulders as she rests her elbows on the desk, her back arched so seductively.

  I move behind her, and without waiting another goddamn second, I reach down, close my fingers on the hem of her pleated tartan skirt, and pull it up — all the way up, until with an animal groan deep inside my chest, her entire little peach of an ass is exposed to me.

  She’s wearing a fucking thong. I’m not sure if I was expecting something cliched like white cotton ones out of a schoolgirl porno, but there’s something so fucking hot about the very grown up black lace tucked tight between the soft globes of her ass that has me ready to tear it off with my teeth.

  Her skirt up around her waist, I bring my hand down, every caveman instinct in me roaring like a beast before I let my palm rest on the impossibly soft skin of her ass. She whimpers, arching her back and almost subtly pushing her little ass back into my hand. My grip tightens, my cock lurching in my pants as I grab her butt in my hand.

  “Bad girls get punished, Ms. Kensington,” I purr. We’ve completely blown past anything even remotely resembling “the rules,” but I don’t give a shit. My attraction to and need for this angelic creature stretched out before me is all-consuming.

  She’s my everything, and I’m going to show her exactly what that means…even if I have to spank this drum-tight little ass until it’s red and swollen first.

  “Five, Ms. Kensington,” I growl right into her ear, loving the way she literally moans as my lips brush her ear. “Count them out loud.”

  My hand winds back, and without hesitation, I bring it down with a sharp thwack against her ass.

  Tempest squeals, and mewling moaning sound that comes out of her mouth is like audible sex. It’s like I’ve just dragged my tongue over her clit, rather than brought my palm down against her bratty little ass.

  “Count,” I growl.

  “One!” my little temptation moans out, her palms flat on my desk and her fingers clawing at it.

  I bring my hand down again, and the sound of it connecting with her tender ass and the sound of the moan of pleasure from her lips has me literally reaching down and stroking my cock through my pants.

  “Two!”

  I move to the other cheek for three, which only makes me press into her hip harder. She screams out “three” and then “four” in gasping, achingly sexy moans as I make her ass bright pink with my hand.

  “Five!”

  Five is back to the first cheek, and then, even though I said five, I bring a sixth one down on the other side again, to be even.

  When I’m done, every single muscle in my body is straining against my clothes. Every fucking nerve ending is on fire, and every inch of my cock aches to be buried inside of her. Tempest moans, arching her back and actively pushing back against my hand, almost like she wants more. And I’m sorely tempted to give it to her, except now there’s something else I want.

  Something I need.

  My hand strokes her ass, soothing her pink skin. The other one slides up her back, until I wrap a handful of her long blonde tangles in my fist. I pull gently, enough so she knows what I want as I pull her up into a standing position, my hand still on her ass. I move right behind her, and when I breath in the scent of her — of her shampoo, and her skin, and the intoxicating smell of her barely legal arousal soaking between her legs, I’m completely lost.

  Because I might be in charge here, but I am helpless for her. She might not — and probably doesn’t — know it yet, but she’s got me wrapped around her finger so damn tight I can barely breathe. And it’s not just the forbidden temptation either. It’s not just the filthy thoughts about claiming her tight, sweet young body as my own.

  It’s all of her.

  It’s that fire behind her eyes — the defiance, and the strength, and the way even as young as she is, she’s capable of standing tall and resisting the storm of this rigid, cookie-cutter town. It’s the way she’s entirely her own person, on her own terms.

  And I like that, a lot.

  She pushes back into me, breathing hard and squirming against my hand on her ass. My other one pulls her hair up, holding it in my fist as I lean down and brush my lips over her ear.

  “Are you going to be a good girl for me now?” I purr.

  She swallows, whimpering.

  “No, Mr. Knolls.”

  I groan, my hand cupping her ass as I press my rock-hard cock against it until she’s moaning.

  “Good.”

  She gasps as my hand starts to move lower, down between her thighs. She spreads them slightly, giving me entrance as my fingers slip over her absolutely soaking wet lacy black thong. I can feel the molten heat of her cunt through the material, burning against my palm as I let my teeth graze her neck.

  Rational thought somehow manages to break into my head. The implications of what I’ve already done — say nothing of what I’m planning on doing — to this sweet little angel suddenly come rushing into my caveman brain, and I force myself to stop.

  “Remind me how old you are,” I groan.

  “Eighteen,” she breathes. “I’ll be nineteen in a few months.”

  “I think you should get out of this office, Tempest,” I say quietly.

  She tenses. “Why?”

  “You know why.”

  She turns, squirming in my grip until she’s facing me, pressing herself right against me.

  “Don’t you think we’re a little past that?” She breathes the question, her pink lips glistening with gloss and the wet heat of her panty-covered pussy pressing against my throbbing hard erection.

  “I think we’re far past anywhere I should have gone with you,” I manage to growl out, somehow restraining myself, if only barely, from claiming those lips right then and there.

  “I’m eighteen, Mr. Knolls,” she whispers, and it’s like a fucking teasing little pulse that goes right to my cock.

  “I’m eighteen, and I want this, and…”

  She trails off, biting her lip between her teeth and letting the blue pools of her eyes burn up into mine.

  “And I want to be your bad girl.”

  The last of my willpower shatters, and before I know it, my lips are crushing
against hers. I’m not tender, or slow, or sweet. I kiss her like I’m starving and she’s a last meal.

  And I’m lost.

  I’m drowning in the kiss, in the soft innocence of her lips, at the little mewling sounds from her throat as I claim that mouth and pull her against me. Her tight body molds to mine as I taste the sweetness of her tongue and the softness of those lips.

  Her hands are at her side, like she doesn’t quite know what to do with them. I know what to do with mine though. I slide them down to her ass, and she moans as I slip them up under her skirt and grab it. Her hot little butt is drum tight, and I imagine prying those cheeks apart and wedging my cock between them. I imagine claiming that ass, and making her scream as I fill it with my cum.

  Our tongues duel together, before slowly, she brings her hands up to run over my shirt. She clutches at me, moaning into the kiss as my hands explore her skin. I keep one on her ass, the other moving slowly over her hip to the front, until I’m cupping the soaking wet heat of her pussy in my palm. I tug at the back of her tongue, using my fingers to pull it tight and mold it against her dripping wet sex.

  She whimpers, kissing me harder.

  The front of her panties are soaked, sticking, and hot, and I roar into her lips at the need to taste her. I rub my finger over the sticky front of them and bring it up. I pull away from her lips just enough to slip my finger into my mouth, and I groan at the sweet candy taste of her.

  And now I just want all of her. Now.

  I start to tear at the buttons of my shirt, and her hands are there to help, fumbling and pulling at the bottom ones as I move down from the top. I shrug the damn thing off of my arms, and her moans turn to cooing sounds as she runs her fingertips and her eyes over every inch of my tattooed, muscled chest.

  I groan as I lean down and claim her lips again, savoring the intoxicating softness of them as her little hands trace across my muscles. My hand moves between us, slipping down over her soft little tummy and pushing my fingers under the lacy edge of her panties. I slip my hand down, and she cries out as they find her slick, wet, scorching hot little cunt. My fingertip rolls over the delicate little nub of her clit, circling it and making her rock her hips against me.