“Such a good girl, Siren.”
At my praise and with the vibrations of my deep voice flowing through her, she finally falls, her muffled screams filling the room.
“Fuck yes. Now you’re going to take my cock like a good girl, Miss Andrews,” I growl as I push to my feet and rip my fly open, fisting my aching cock and sweeping up the precum leaking from the tip with my thumb.
Brianna’s eyes flare with fear, but I don’t let it stop me and I push my thumb into her mouth with her underwear, giving her little choice but to taste me.
“I know you’re desperate for a taste too, Siren.”
She shamelessly licks at my skin, or at least, the most she can in her predicament.
Pulling my hand free, I grab her hips, dragging her so her feet hit the floor and flip her over.
My palm collides with her arse, a bright red handprint appearing on her pale skin.
“Is that how you like it? You want Daddy to spank you raw like that?”
She screams like a whore when I do it again, and again.
My cock bobs against her cunt, her juices running over it as she gushes with every spank of her arse.
Her moans get more and more desperate, and eventually, I can’t take it anymore and I sink inside her with one quick thrust of my hips.
A low growl rumbles in the back of my throat as her heat surrounds me and her muscles try to drag me deeper.
“So. Fucking. Good, Siren. FUCK.”
With one hand clamped around her hip, I twist the other in her curls and drag her head from the desk, giving her little choice but to look at the window before her.
A violent shudder rips through her, her fear about what—who—is on the other side of that thin wall palpable. It feeds something inside me that it really shouldn't.
Fisting her hair harder, I drag her from the tabletop.
“Imagine if someone were to look through that window, Siren,” I growl in her ear. “What do you think would happen if they did?”
She shudders again and lifts her hand as if she’s finally going to free her knickers.
“Uh-uh, I don’t think so,” I chastise, catching it before she manages to get to her mouth. “All of this, everything you’ve worked for would be for nothing, wouldn’t it? Ruined because you couldn’t control your need to be my dirty whore. Unable to resist the lure of my cock and the pleasure it gives you.”
She screams, her body vibrating with its fierceness.
“And then what? You’d be left with nothing. You’d go back to that point in your life when you literally had nothing or no one who cared about you. Your reputation would be in the gutter. The only student teacher Knight’s Ridge let in, and you fucked it up on your first week by coming on to a pupil. Corrupting one of their most prestigious students.”
She screams again, thrashing and fighting against me, but I’m stronger than her and she stands no chance of getting away from me.
“You’re sure putting a hell of a lot of trust in me right now, Siren.” I tell her, letting my lips brush against the smooth skin beneath her ear. This time, her reaction is less angry and more desperate as she shivers in my hold, her skin erupting in goosebumps. “This could be our little secret. Or… I could tell everyone who would listen how I fucked you in the library. That sure would make the gossip about whoever taught Jamie fucking Carmichael a lesson go away fast, huh?”
She screams something that sounds suspiciously like, ‘you’re a fucking cunt’, but it’s nowhere near enough to stop me.
Releasing her wrist, I slide my hand down her stomach to find her clit.
Her pussy immediately clamps down around me, making my teeth grind with my need to hold off. I have every intention of her coming all over my cock before I allow myself to fill her up.
“Come for me, Siren. You’ve ignored the rules, the law, this far. Might as well go the whole hog.”
I pinch her clit and slam into her one more time and she finally falls, screaming as her release crests.
“Fuck. Such a fucking good girl, Siren,” I grit out before my balls draw up and my cock jerks deep inside her, filling her with my cum and ensuring she won’t be able to forget about this little tryst for a good few hours.