Chapter 12

Rather than speak, I dropped my books on a chair and moved to Mrs. Goodman. While huffing, she let the bag slip from her trembling fingers. Once before her, I swept aside her belongings and smiled.

“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, Kitten.” After spotting that lovely flare in her eyes at her new nickname, I skimmed my fingertips along her soft cheek. “Rather than owe me, why don’t you pay it forward?”

“W-What do you, um, mean?” left her in a shaky whisper as I spun her back to me.

At my fingers on the zipper at the rear of her neck, the teacher’s entire body wobbled. When I tugged it downward, she groaned and dropped her hands to clasp the desk edge. As I swept the dress from her shoulders, revealing a straining bra, she flung her hair aside to glare over her shoulder at me.

“I hate you, Damon,” she muttered while lifting her shaky fingers to let me drift the dress free of her arms. “You know that, right?”

“Yes,” I said with a chuckle while lowering the material over her hips until it puddled at her feet. “And that look in your eyes ... It’s lovely.”

Before she could react, I’d unsnapped the bra. With a quick slash of my fingers, I took it from her shoulders as well and let it drop along her shaking arms. One by one, she lifted her hands, permitting the silk-trimmed cups to fall atop her dress. When her lips parted to speak again, I growled. And they shut.

After I gave her another rapid spin, she was facing me in only her panties. When I shoved her against the desk, she whimpered. Yet, still no resistance. No cry. No mad dash for the fire alarm. Nope. Instead, her hands slid around to grasp the edge as she tensed.

“Not like this, Damon.” She gulped. “Um, remember?”

Rather than reply, I lifted a hand to encircle her throat. With her watering eyes white-rimmed, I pushed, leaning her backwards until her spine slapped the icy desktop. As her scratchy nails scrambled along the surface, I leaned over her.

“You just don’t get it, do you?” When I bent close enough to poke her quaking lower lip with my tongue, she froze. “You’re not in charge, Kitten.”

After I released her neck, all she did was writhe as I yanked the panties free. Once I’d dragged them off her legs, I paused as her hands slid outwards to clasp the sides of the desk. Perfect tits, their steely spikes, angry and full. Beneath a well-trimmed—of course—racing stripe of fine hairs, her reddening gash glimmered. Soft squelches sounded with every slow slide of her spread thighs. At the sweet aroma of her arousal flooding my nostrils, a growl built in my core.

Ah, there they were. Tears dribbled down the sides of her reddening face as I scanned her pale, squirming body. All of it. Displayed for me. Once more.

At the sound of my zipper, her gaze shot downwards. Then the real shakes began. As I tugged on the little tab, her pumps hammered against the side of the desk. When I dragged my thumping mast into the chilly air, her breathing raced. At a glittery trail slipping free of my slit to sway onto her roiling abdomen, our gazes met. Yes, I was marking my latest conquered territory.

It was at that exact moment I spotted it. And froze. A trickle of blood slithered across her shaking chin. She’d bitten deep into her lower lip. When I returned to her gaze, above the roaring of my pulse in my ears, I caught the tiniest moan. The realization in her eyes. There was no pillow. Nor would my cock in her mouth muffle her cries.

“H-Hate—”

Whatever she’d planned to say disappeared into a much louder groan through clenched teeth when I drew my bulb along her slit. Liquid warm slipperiness trickled over my tip. More blood oozed as her teeth sank further. God did my pulse ever thunder.

“My pretty little Kitten.”

Right as those emerald pools flared, I shoved forward. That moan wasn’t held. While piercing her, spreading her pulsating flesh wide, I caught her nails screeching across the desk as her shuddering chest lifted skywards. When her head tilted, she tried to hold in a further moan. But it escaped when I rolled my hips to plunge deeper. As wet as she was, in no time at all, I was buried to the hilt within her.

And then I stopped. To absorb the moment. The utter perfection of our fused bodies. Her compact pale frame bisected by my thick black cock. Inside, her sloppy walls pulsated like forceful, billowing cushions. All along my shaft, she was alive. Any further motion from me sank my tip into the top of her canal and brought rapid huffing breaths from her shaking, upturned lips.

“Hate me, huh, Kitten?” I tightened my grip on her waist and glanced down at her roiling pelvis. “Don’t believe you. Hmm, seems your pussy loves me.”

Oh, that got her to glare at me. But still no cries for help. All she did was writhe as I skimmed my hands along her ribs. When they swept over the swell of her tits to play with her nipples, her eyes rolled back, and head thumped onto the desk. As I massaged her chest, it moved from side-to-side, emitting moan after moan. With each clench of a nipple, I’d surge blood into my cock. Damned if her hungry pussy didn’t respond, already milking me.

The whole time, I marveled at her pulse thundering around mine. On her desktop, in broad daylight, bared to me, it was beyond anything imaginable.

“Gonna really fuck you now, Kitten.”

At my, duh, obvious statement, all I received was another moan and a screech of nails as they scrambled to regain their grip on the desk’s edge. When I pulled from her with a liquid slurp to begin my first thrust, her eyelids screwed shut. As I eased back into her clenching tunnel, tears seeped from them. Despite her teeth clenching, her velvety smooth, warm thighs slid upward along my hips.