by Angel Payne
I licked my lips. I couldn’t help it.
“Eyes up here, Miss Asher.”
I raised my face, hitting him hard with my pout. “Yes, Headmaster.”
He was so damn delectable. The power in his exposed forearms. The determination in his set jaw. The arousal in his stare, thickening by the second.
“Do you like seeing the effect you have on your teachers?”
“No, Sir. Not all of them.” I winked again. “Just you.”
He arched a brow. “You think pretty words will get you out of your punishment?”
“Is it working?” I tried batting my lashes, but he lunged, grabbing me by a pigtail, forcing my head back.
“You tell me if it’s working.”
I croaked out, “Errrr…no, Sir?” Moisture gushed between my legs. His brutal handling…it was heaven.
“That’s right, young lady. It’s not. So stop playing around. You’re in serious trouble.”
“Yes, Sir. Very, very serious.” With my head cranked back, I had nowhere to look but at his furious, gorgeous face. Holy shit, what he did to me, looming over me like that. His lips formed into a hard, sensual line. The depths of his eyes glowed with mischief and promise.
It was so much.
Almost too much.
I flinched, instinctively trying to turn away, though, forgot I was being held in place by my hair. Michael yanked on me again, sending more thrills down my spine, right into my core.
A low moan vibrated from my throat. My eyelids grew heavy as my brain turned the pain into endorphins, already bringing a sensual high.
The rustling of material brought my attention back to my headmaster. His jaw tightened as he opened his pants with his free hand, releasing his thick, erect cock. His shaft was so close to my cheek I could feel its mesmerizing heat on my skin. My eyelids threatened to slide closed again, dragged even harder by the sweet anticipation of what was about to happen.
He jerked on my head again. My eyes popped back open. So much for reveling in the moment.
“Your mouth gets you into trouble, doesn’t it?” he drawled. “It would seem that you need something to occupy it. Is that about right, Miss Asher?”
His hand was woven so tightly in my hair I couldn’t move anymore. I had to be still. Accept what he gave me. It was thrilling and frustrating at the same time.
“Answer me, girl.” His voice turned as hard as his erection, deep with arousal.
“Y-yes, Sir. That’s what I need. But—”
I sighed as he rubbed his length along my cheek. His skin was soft as velvet but his rod was hard as steel—once again, my perfectly dichotomous man. A whimper spilled out. I struggled, desperate to take any bit of him into my mouth, but he dug his grip tighter. My scalp stung with pleasure. My pussy vibrated with need.
“But what, baby girl?” He nearly barked it. Damn man knew he was torturing me, but the gruff undertone of his voice conveyed that it wasn’t much better for him.
“I can’t reach you. It’s—you’re—it’s too tight. I need you.” I was whining and I knew it. Not that he hadn’t heard me whine before. Now, it just felt like more. It was more. Getting to be his little schoolgirl was bringing out my brat and I already sensed how he loved it. “I can’t get to you. To what I want.”
“And…what do you want?”
“You. Your cock. Your steely, hot dick in my mouth.”
“You will get what I give you. Nothing more. Nothing less. Is that understood?”
I pushed out another pout. He couldn’t take that from me. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Now open your mouth.”
Damn it. I guess he could.
With my breath slicing my chest in nervous spurts, I did what he said.
“Wider. I really have a lot to give you today.”
Again, I complied. This time, more willingly.
“That’s a good girl,” he crooned. “See? I knew you could follow directions…if properly motivated.” He finally released my hair, shifting that hand to my lower jaw. In a decisive sweep, he hooked a finger inside my mouth. “This gorgeous mouth is built for fucking, Miss Asher. Has anyone told you that?”
“They—they haven’t, Sir.”
“Then you need to be shown that I’m right.” He stroked a finger along my tongue. “Now be still and let me do what I want to this pretty hole.”
“Yes, Sir.” I sighed again.
He added another finger to the first, thrusting them in and out a few times. I almost became a puddle there in the chair. Being treated this way, purely hot and sexual, was exactly what I craved—and oh, how this man knew it. Was there any part of me he didn’t see, didn’t understand? The realization bound me to him more…body, senses and soul.
I couldn’t wait to learn what he had in store next.
Only the fulfillment of a thousand more fantasies.
He pulled his fingers out of my mouth, sliding them back under my jaw. With his other hand, he fed his cock into my mouth. Already, he was impossibly hard and huge. I nearly gagged, but he eased back out before that happened. He always knew just when to stop, right before it was unbearable.
He pulled on my head, working my mouth around him again.
We both groaned. I loved sucking him off. I loved focusing on his pleasure, especially when he guided me through ways to do it.
He angled my face back and pushed in farther. I sucked air through my nose and relaxed my throat, letting him in deeper with each stroke. With a couple of urgent actions, I shoved his pants and briefs below his backside, allowing me to sink my nails into his skin. He had the hottest ass on the planet. It was tight enough to tempt but full enough that I had something warm and solid and all Michael, instead of all Calvin Klein.
I set a hand free to cup him from the front. His balls swelled beneath my fingers. He hissed and gritted a low “Fuck!” as I built up a steady pressure and pace. He continued to fuck my mouth, thrusting harder and harder, his urgency building. I yearned to pull off in order to beg for his cock in other places, but that would earn me yet another punishment.
Ding.
Lightbulb of genius, meet Margaux’s brain.
It took a little effort, but I finally broke free from his grip. “Headmaster,” I whimpered. “Oh, Headmaster, pleeeaaassse…I need you to fuck me. In my pussy. Please?”
Michael didn’t shift his position. His dick bobbed in front of me, heavy and shiny and red. “What did I say, young lady? About your choice in any of this?” He pulled again on a pigtail. “I’m waiting.”
“And I’m desperate.” I lifted a defiant stare. “I’m not wearing panties under my skirt. My pussy is throbbing. If you don’t fuck me, I’m going to use my fingers and do it myself.”
His head tilted. His brows arched. “You absolutely will not.” Deliberately, he pulled the ruler out from his pocket. “Not unless you want to feel my discipline on your ass…or anywhere else.”
I didn’t answer him. Instead, leaned back in my seat. Slowly and deliberately, I inched up my skirt until I knew my proctor could view my exposed pussy. I hadn’t lied to him. I was so frantic to be fucked I would accept the punishment of his ruler—not that it wasn’t my intention to begin with.
Michael’s nostrils flared. The idea of affecting him like this, much less the physical proof before my eyes, made my belly tighten and my channel clench. I knew he could see it too. Could see my pussy lips squeezing, needing his cock slamming between them.
“It’s all for you, Sir.”
He bared his teeth in a feral smile. “Damn right it is.”
“I’m very, very naughty.”
“Damn right you are.”
“I deserve to be punished.”
“Yes, you do.”
“I’m ready to take what you can give me. Tell me what to do and I’ll do it.” I stopped, waiting for his gaze to reconnect with mine. This was the part I really wanted him to hear. The part that made this stunt worth it. “You make everything I do worth doing. Every risk I
take worth taking. There isn’t another person on this earth that I have ever been able to say that about. I mean it, Sir. Each and every word.”
For a long—very long—moment, he was utterly still. Finally, he rasped, “Margaux. Christ. Marg—”
I made him choke to a stop by sliding my index and middle fingers into my mouth. Air left him in an audible rush as I pumped them in and out, just as he had. He pulled in another long breath, this time in arousal, as I hiked one leg up on the desk. The other, I left on the floor…opening my entrance completely to his stare.
He growled. I raised one eyebrow. We were back in full, sexy character.
“Miss Asher.”
“Hmmm?”
“Don’t do it. I’m warning you. Don’t do it.”
“I can’t help myself, Headmaster. I need to be fucked so badly. If you won’t do it—”
“I didn’t say that. You’re simply too impatient, girl.”
“Maybe I am. But…I just can’t wait…any longer.”
In one motion, he lunged forward—and slapped the inside of my thigh with that bitch of a ruler.
“Owww!”
“I said no. If anyone fucks that pussy, it will be me. No one else. Am I completely clear, Miss Asher?”
Tears welled in my eyes. That ruler stung like a motherfucker.
“Have I made myself clear?”
“Yes, Sir.” I managed it in a whisper.
“Very good.” As he issued the praise, he dropped to his knees, continuing to study my very exposed sex. He leaned in, pressing his mouth to the place he’d just struck on my thigh—before sucking hard on it. I shrieked from the renewed bite, but he gripped my knee and pulled me farther open. “Keep your legs where they are, girl. Understood?”
I nodded a shaky yes, not trusting my voice through the new tears. He was pushing me, of course—exactly what I’d asked for. He was becoming a bit of a sadist…and I think I liked it.
“Out loud,” he demanded. “Answer me out loud.”
“Yes. Yes. I understand.” I wiggled in my seat, waving my pussy in front of him, hoping it incited him to bury his face in it. My clit began to ache. My thighs began to tremble. This was so good—and so bad. So perfect yet such torment.
“Be still. Did you just roll your eyes? Do you need another reminder from the ruler?”
“No!”
I quickly covered my mouth with my hands. I’d spewed it way too fast, betraying my abhorrence of that particular punishment. Now he would keep it in his arsenal for sure.
“Then what do you need, Miss Asher?”
I concentrated on staying still. It was agony, since my sex was a quivering, shaking ball of need. “Your mouth. Your cock. Anything. Anything. My pussy needs you so badly!”
He dug his fingers into my thighs, wrapping his big hands around to hold me in place while he dipped his head…and feasted on my soft flesh. My head lolled back and I moaned out loud. Oh, God, it felt so good. Wet, slick slices of his expert tongue, making everything slip away as pleasure flooded, building a tidal wave of sensation like none other I’d experienced.
This was, undoubtedly, going to be the best orgasm of my life.
So close.
So close.
I was lost in all the sensations, piling higher atop each other, that I barely understood when he smacked the ruler down again. It was like watching it happen to someone else…a comparison I’d always thought ridiculous, until now. When the sting set in, I realized it was indeed me.
I glared at Michael. “What the—why? What’d I do?”
But as I blurted the words, he again started licking the place he’d struck. I flinched, thinking he had another sadistic hickey in mind, but this time, his tongue was warm and adoring. It felt like fire under my skin, moving right up to my pussy with the exact same effect as one of his spanks, except the beeline now zipped from my thigh to my core.
He matched his knowing chuckle to my startled outcry. “My little student finally begins to learn her lesson.”
“Yes. Yes, I’ve learned. And, God, it feels so good.”
“Mmmm. Yes.”
“I just—I just—oh, shit, Michael!”
He switched from my thigh to my clit again, which was twenty times more sensitive. As he nibbled at my tender flesh, he pushed thick, skillful fingers into my entrance…one then two then three.
I shuddered.
Screamed.
I was seconds from exploding, my hands buried in his soft, perfect hair. I couldn’t decide whether to push him off because the sensations were too much or hold him closer as I climbed to the edge.
“You’re so close, little girl.”
“Yes. Please don’t stop! Please…don’t…”
“I have no such intention.” His voice was a low, knowing prowl. “You’re going to come for me, sugar. Harder than you ever have. And just when you come down from this one, I’m going to bend you over this sweet little desk and fuck you so hard you’re going to beg me to stop.”
“I—I can’t breathe. It’s so much…”
“You can take it.”
“No! Too much!”
“You can take it.”
“I—”
“Get ready, baby. It’s about to get better.”
He slapped my thigh with the ruler again—in the same spot he’d impacted the other two times.
Everything stopped. There were no feelings at all. Until the hot flood came. Pain. Pleasure. Then more pain. It stung so much, until he licked the whole area with the flat of his tongue. His palm came next, spreading the sweet heat into my skin—until he hit the button on overload again by pinching the same spot. My skin was so red and tender, and it was amazing.
And not over.
His mouth settled back in on my clit, sucking it in, peppering me with bites and kisses in between. “Come for me, baby. Do it all over my tongue. Let me drink you in.”
“Fuck!” I screamed. “God, yes! Like that!”
He pulled my clit in tighter, suctioning it exactly as I’d treated his dick with my mouth. He knew I loved it like that and took full advantage of the secret. Pressure built then burst, sending me over the top. The orgasm drenched every nerve ending in my body. He was right. I’d never felt anything so damn good in my whole life.
Just as my body settled down, he again licked the bruised area of my thigh. I whimpered in appreciation of his tender kisses—until he sank his teeth in.
I yelled out. “Fucking hell!” And before I knew it, smacked him in the back of the head.
Ohhhhh, shit.
The look on his face was so hard to read. Not that I needed to when he spoke again.
“Miss Asher?”
“What?” I snapped. “It hurt!”
He cocked his head “And you’re still being punished.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Okay, I’m not.”
He stepped back. Stamped one last gaze on my spread pussy, then directed. “On your feet. Stand in front of your desk.”
His quirking mouth told me were still playing—not that it reassured me much. I was in deep shit.
“I need to go to the nurse’s office.”
“Denied. Stand in front of your desk like you were told.”
Now he really made me nervous. The twist disappeared from his lips. The rest of his face showed no emotion either. His cock, however, stood at a ninety-degree angle from his body. He kicked off his pants and briefs, giving me an even better view of its stiff beauty. Something—maybe a number of somethings—about all this had him aroused.
Arms folded across his broad chest, he took a step back, expectant of my obedience. I stood and straightened my skirt before stepping to the front of the desk. As soon as I stopped, Michael moved to stand in front of me, face-to-face. His chiseled features were still intense, but I didn’t get a vibe of anger.
What, then? What was he thinking?
“Do you make a regular habit of hitting your teachers
, Miss Asher?”
I tried to look extra contrite. “No, Sir.”
“Look at me when you speak to me.”
I stared up into his stunning hazel eyes. “No, Sir.” I couldn’t help but grin.
“Is this amusing, Miss Asher?”
“No, Sir.” I was pretty sure the mirth in my eyes betrayed my lie.
“I’m going into the other room to get something for the last part of your discipline.”
The ruler wasn’t enough?
He placed his hands on my waist and turned me around with a commanding whoosh. “Face your seat. Bend over the desk. Put your hands on top of it and don’t let them up. Stand like that and think about what you did wrong until I get back.”
“Y-Yes, Sir.”
He bounded upstairs to our bedroom. I obeyed, admitting a twinge of real fear at what he’d attempt if I didn’t. Nerves—hardcore ones this time—joined the feeling, no doubt stirred by the vulnerable position he’d ordered me to take. My ass was barely covered by the skirt and my feet were braced at shoulder width. The air teased at my swollen, sensitive pussy.
I hoped he’d bring back some new toys—fun ones this time. No matter what, I vowed to be a patient student and not cause more trouble.
Minutes stretched like hours. Finally, he returned bearing what sounded like a plastic bag. I couldn’t determine what he pulled from it, but used every force of my will to keep my stare straight ahead and my body in place.
He lowered and started moving around by my feet. It didn’t take long to determine that he’d brought leather cuffs, each bearing a large carabiner hook, which he used to secure my ankles to the desk legs.
Damn. Damn. Damn.
He quickly finished my ankles then rose to yank my wrists forward. He looped one of my own scarves around them then pulled them toward the back of the chair. I was officially bent over for him, in more ways than one.
Vulnerable. Using the word five minutes ago had been a vast understatement.
He stood back, grunting in satisfaction. I dared a quick glance up. The bastard looked very pleased with himself.
“Errrr…Headmaster?”
“I have a gag in here, too, Miss Asher. Do I need to use it?”
“No, Sir. But I have a question.”
“I’ll allow one question.”