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It’s too early.Who is at school at five a.m. on a Monday? Lincoln, apparently. He texted me before I went to bed last night, telling me to meet him. So here I am, without my earbuds because I left them at home in my sleepy fog this morning. His door is open when I arrive. His head lifts, eyes darkening as he takes in my red dress and matching bow. His eyes trail to my red lips and he smirks. “Shut the door.” I do, closing it and locking it for good measure. “On your knees.” My tired body follows his command, dropping to my knees at the door. He turns in his chair until he’s facing me fully. His legs spread as he leans back in the leather chair. “Crawl to me, my dirty little slut.”
The name is degrading, but it makes my body hum with energy, causing my body to shiver. I crawl, feeling awkward as I do so. I’ve never done anything like this. I’ve never even seen it done. My cheeks heat as my knees press onto the cold tile, my sex exposed to the cold air of the room.
When I reach him, I sit back on my legs, eyes on his shoes. I feel his hand run through my hair, caressing my cheek. His touch disappears as he stands, pushing his chair away. “Get on the desk and into position like a good girl.”
I climb on the desk, my head on the cool wood, arms crossed above my head. My chest, that’s so achy, flush with the desk. My ass is in the air, my legs spread wide. I can feel him behind me, assessing, his eyes burn over my exposed sex, making it leak, and slip down my thighs. I hear his belt tear from his pants. It grows quiet as I wait for him to do something, take me, spank me, anything, and then I hear it, the swoosh, feeling the sharp leather against my ass. I cry out from the shock, my body jerking away from the pain.
“Raise your head.” I do. He slips silk around my eyes, cutting off my eyesight. I can hear him behind me, grabbing things from the drawers in his desk. “Hands behind your back,” he commands. I move my hands behind my back. He arranges them so my wrists are pressed together. I feel the rope wrap around them, tightening. Not painfully, he definitely knows what he’s doing.
My body trembles with anticipation, raw lust leaking between my thighs as I wait for his next move. I feel leather slide around my neck, not tightening. He slaps my ass, the sound echoing in the quiet classroom, and I bite my lip to keep the moan at bay. And then, silence. I don’t hear him. No movement or tells of what’s to come next. “Lin—”
The belt tightens around my neck, and his hand tangles in my hair, pushing my face and chest flat against the desk. My arms tighten behind my back. I feel his breath against my ear, the belt tightening as I choke. “You’ve disobeyed so many rules.” He licks the shell of my ear. “I’ve been promising punishment, but I’ve let these soft lips, those bedroom eyes, and that vixen body trick me. That stops here.” He slaps my ass again, and a choked moan slips out of my lips. “Don’t fucking move, don’t make a sound, and don’t even think about coming,” he rasps in my ear.
I hear the sound of something vibrating, it grows closer until I feel the sensation over my ass, moving torturously slowly toward my pussy. It touches my wet heat, the noise intensifying as he pushes it down mercifully on my clit. The sensation builds, and I have to bite down on my lip so hard I taste a metallic tang in my mouth as my body shakes. I want to scream and thrash, but I hold my body taut. I squeeze my eyes shut behind the blindfold. He allows me to breathe, loosening the hold on the belt as my chest heaves, breaths choppy as I try to hold on to the impending release that has heat pooling in my stomach.
“Please—” He cuts off my pleas by tightening the belt, pushing the vibrator inside of me. It’s so intense, so new, I feel myself about to tip over, but he pulls the vibrator away, allowing his restraints on the belt to loosen. I want to scream in frustration as I feel the sensation wash away.
He places the vibrator back over me, the sensation low at first, an irritating slow build that drops away without warning, as if it can’t help me reach my point. I groan out, frustrated, and am rewarded with a sickening smack to my pussy and a sharp tug on my throat. He continues his slow abuse of torture, amping it up without any consideration and tearing it away right before I come.
He unties my aching wrists, releases the belt from around my neck, and helps me to sit forward on the desk. He rips the blindfold away as I meet his eyes. Glaring, I stare up at his lust-filled gaze. My thighs are wet and sticky, my clit throbbing. I’m so wound up, I feel like I may explode. But then my eyes trace down to his hand that’s unbuttoning his slacks, pushing them down until his length pops free. I get excited, hoping he’ll put me out of my misery. I close my eyes as his hand reaches for me, a smile tipping my lips.
“Fuck, I love these bows,” he whispers, snatching the big red one I wore today out of my hair. I watch as he wraps it around his length, stroking himself, finding his pleasure as I sit here, all achy and needy. He throws his head back, ropes of cum spilling over the underside of my bow. My mouth parts in a gasp as he places the bow back in my hair, red staining my cheeks in humiliation.
“You’re dismissed.” I go to speak but he cuts me off. “Not a single sound, Callum.”
I glare, pushing myself off the desk and grabbing my things. I ache all the way to my car. I rest my head on the steering wheel. He was so cruel this morning, so fucking twisted.
So why did I love it?
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“Callum, girl, are you okay?”Macy asks as I lightly bang my head on the locker, my body still needy as fuck.
“No, Macy, I’m not.” I turn my head to look at her.
She smirks. “Maybe you just need to get laid. You seem so on edge.”
“Maybe,” I mumble as Jake walks up, sliding his arm around my shoulders, kissing my forehead. I feel the heat of penetrating eyes and turn my head slightly to see Lincoln staring daggers at me. Serves him right. Denying me like he did.
“How’s it going, babe?” Jake asks, his hand squeezing my shoulder lightly.
I peer up at him, smiling as we walk closer to Lincoln’s classroom. “Good,” I say, moving in closer as we reach the classroom. “Want to hang out today?”
He looks confused for one slight moment before he smirks, catching on to my game. “Yes. I’ve been wanting to try this new thing with my tongue. You’re going to love it.”
The bell rings and the classroom door slams shut as we take our seats. If looks could kill, I’d be six feet under, but I smile at my teacher as if nothing happened this morning. Lincoln walks to his podium, slapping his hands against it to get everyone’s attention.
“Read chapter twenty-four through thirty in your government book.” Everyone groans and he lifts one arrogant eyebrow. “Do we want essays for every chapter?” Everyone grows quiet, flipping their books open. “Good.” He sits down in his chair, pulling his phone out.
My phone vibrates in my lap and I look down.
Lincoln: His mouth better not touch any part of your body.
I smirk, typing my response.
Callum: I don’t know… I might let him. I’m feeling very needy today.