He circles around me to get a look from every angle, and my heart pounds against my chest. I knew it might be like this. But I am still anxious. Nervous. Shaky, even.
“It’s notMr.Alexo, Lu, it’sHeadmasterAlexo,” he growls.
And here we go.
I hang my head. “S… sorry, sir. I won’t do that again.”
“What else will you not do again, Lu?” he asks, standing behind me, close enough to breathe warm on the back of my neck, but far enough that he wasn’t touching me. Yet.
“I… I won’t cheat anymore, Headmaster,” I say sorrowfully, squirming in my too-tight blouse. “I won’t cheat on tests, or copy anyone else’s homework.”
Naughty school girl. That’s what Rowan Alexo wants, and that’s what he’s getting. Personally, I’m thrilled and think I look kind of cute in my short, pleated skirt, knee socks, and pigtails.
Complete with big red bows.
I actuallyfeelmyself being scolded because, after all, I really am bad, doing things I should not be, things that are sinful and horrible. Nasty. Degrading. Whorish.
When it comes down to it, this is not truly an act.
“What else will you not do again, you wicked girl?”
I click my tongue like the naughty thing I am. “Well, I guess I won’t kiss any more boys. If you don’t want me to.” I stomp my foot a little and huff.
Rowan circles one more time, just like a predator, only stopping when he’s face-to-face with me again. “That’s right, Lu. No more boys.”
Even with the heels I’m wearing, the highest I’ve ever worn, I have to look up at him. Not that I mind. There’s something powerful about a man looming over me, glaring down at me, menacing me.
Something thrilling in the fear. And the newness of it.
We might be pretending, but at this moment, it feels anything but fake. And with Rowan so close I can smell him and the clean, simple soap he uses, I have to dig my nails into my palms to control my shaking.
“Do you know what happens to naughty girls, Lu?” he asks, running a finger from the notch in my throat down my chest, until it reaches the swell of one of my breasts, hiked up with a very expensivebalconettebra.
I shiver, watching him trace my inner crease. He lets his hand wander under it until he cups me on the outside of my blouse, massaging me almost to the point of pain.
“I… I don’t know, Headmaster. But I don’t know that I can stop,” I whisper, my gaze locked on his entitled touch. “I know I promised, but the truth is, I don’t know if I can keep my promise.”
“If that’s the case then, naughty girl, I’m going to do something to you before any of those boys do.”
There is a tensing in my core, which instantly spreads, reaching across the flesh of my stomach northward, leaving my nipples hard, pointed, and aching.
“What’s that, Headmaster?” I ask in a croaking voice. The shame, the shame of being bad is wafting over me. This might be a roleplay, a scene, to Rowan. But it’s not to me. The shame of what I’ve done and am about to do is palpable. I can taste it, smell it, feel it crawling over my skin.
“I will be taking your virginity, young lady. I want it and will take it before anyone else does.” He bends, his free hand reaching behind me, sliding under the pleats of my skirt and resting on my butt cheek.
Little does he know…
I look away, afraid of what I might say with my expression.
He has no idea. There’s no way he could.
And he won’t find out from me, that I am finally, thankfully, losing my virginity. I mean, really losing it. None of that awkward, lecherous, kid stuff. And while I will pretend to be losing it for this roleplay, it is about the least pretend thing I’ve done in my life.
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CHAPTEREIGHT
ROWAN