As the conversation continues, I slowly torture my dirty little masochist as she squirms beside me. The rhythm is steady but too slow to push her over the edge as her breathing becomes labored.
“Sir, please,” she whispers.
I shake my head. “No.” I clench my jaw. “Naughty girls get punished, not orgasms.”
She makes a cute, irritated sound.
I glance toward Oak to see he’s watching me, eyes narrowed slightly. It doesn’t rattle me though as I lift my glass toward him. “Cheers.” My other fingers are still buried deep in my students’ virgin pussy.
Camilla swallows hard and takes a drink also, as Eva says something to him. Neither me nor Camilla are contributing much to the conversation, but that’s not unusual for me.
I pull my fingers out of her and wipe them on a serviette, cleaning away her sweet arousal. And then I lean toward her to murmur, “Later, when the night is over, you will go home and get yourself off, thinking about me and all the dirty things you want me to do to you.”
She trembles, biting on her lower lip.
“However, it won’t satisfy you, because it won’t be me giving it to you.” I lean even closer. “But naughty girls don’t get what they want.”
I move away from her then and down the rest of my whiskey, standing. “I’m getting another drink. Anyone need one?”
“Get a round in on my tab,” Oak says, barely glancing in my direction.
I walk away, knowing that the line I crossed tonight with Camilla was reckless. And yet I’d already flirted with it earlier today when I shot my cum over her face. Hell, I guess you could say I obliterated it, not just flirted with it.
Perhaps it’s time I heed Oak’s warning and keep my distance from her, before I do something I regret.
13
CAMILLA
“You are finally back!” I say, wrapping Nat in a hug as she walks up to me in the corridor.
She’s been gone for almost two weeks, way longer than we expected as she told us she’d be gone for a few days. Texts from her have been rather cryptic and unspecific about why she wasn’t back and that she’d break the news to us when she was back at SA.
“Yeah, I’m back.” She doesn’t sound too thrilled about it, which surprises me.
I break the hug and glance at her. “So what’s this news you’ve got to break to us?”
Adrianna squeezes my shoulder. “Give her a second. She’s only just walked into the academy, for fuck’s sake.”
Nat gives her a thankful glance.
“You’re right. Sorry.” I shrug. “You know how impatient I can be.”
They both laugh at that.
“Where is Eva?” Nat asks.
“She wasn’t at breakfast, so I assume she’s otherwise detained by her husband.”
Adrianna wrinkles her nose. “They’re so inseparable, it’s sickening.”
I wouldn’t call is sickening, I’d call it adorable. Eva is lucky to have found a man who is so crazy over her he risked everything. Word is a lot of the SA students’ parents are up in arms about what happened, suggesting it’s difficult to trust an academy where the Principal thinks it’s acceptable to marry and fuck his student. And yet, Oak doesn’t seem to care.
Apparently he answers any complaint telling them to find another academy if it’s such a big problem for them. Obviously, SA is one of a kind. There is no other academy like it in North America.
“Nat!” Eva comes rushing down the corridor, smiling widely. “Where the hell have you been?” She wraps her in a hug. “Even Oak doesn’t know why you’ve been gone so long.”
“Makes a refreshing change,” I say.