Private Lessons (Deep Desires) Page 2

  She shifted under his touch, hoping he would drop his hand to her cunt. “What can I do to earn it?” She did like his weight on top of her while he whispered in her ear and his hand explored her body. She moved against his hand, her hips swaying with a mind of their own.

  “You are going to really have to work for it, Jade. I’ve been waiting for years to punish you for your obstinance. Then you walk into your first day of work, treat me like I’m no one, dressed like a tease…” He dug his fingers into her curves, squeezing harder and harder until a low moan escaped her lips. “Although”—he lowered his face next to hers—“it seems like you might like the tough lessons I want to teach you.”

  CHAPTER FOUR

  __________

  JADE

  Her heart raced. This could not be happening. Not with Mr. O. He was uptight, enforced every single rule. Now he had his hands inches away from her pussy, talking about punishing her, his fingers digging into her skin, sending shocks of pain through her body from her head to her toes… to her fucking cunt.

  “What’s my punishment, Mr. O?” she tried to bite back, sharp and confrontational. Instead, it came low and ragged, filled with want. She hardly recognized her own voice. “Are you going to fuck me into submission? That doesn’t seem like too much to bear.”

  “I told you to call me Dane,” he ground out just before she felt the sharp sting of his palm slapping against her ass.

  Her entire body responded—a tingling buzz spreading across her skin as excitement took hold. “Is that all you have, Mr. O? After years of stewing over how a sixteen-year-old stoner treated you?”

  “I’m just getting started,” he growled. Then he struck her cheek again, and the crack rang throughout her small office. She arched her back again, begging for more as heat teased over her skin. “Giving you a slow warmup. But I’m guessing by your response that this is nothing new to you. Has your smart mouth gotten you in trouble in the past? You always seem to be looking for trouble. Whether it’s your insolence or your sinful skirt painted on your thighs, covering a fucking impractical strip of lace. You wanted someone to see your panties today, didn’t you?”

  “Wearing a skirt that doesn’t completely hide the fact that I have a body doesn’t make me a tease,” she spat back.

  “You want half of the staff jerking off in the bathroom, thinking about your ass.”

  It was so easy to find his weak spots, to push his buttons.

  “Be honest, Mr. O…”

  “Dane,” he barked as his palm crashed into her so viciously that the desk beneath her scraped against the floor, and explosions of white sparks filled her vision. She shrieked in surprise, but her cry quickly changed to panting moans as a sharp sting spread across the backs of her thighs.

  “You,” she said through ragged breaths, “be honest. You’ve been jerking off thinking about me since I was your student. What I wear has never mattered, Mr. O.” She held on to that last syllable, letting it rise and fall with her labored breathing… just like she did years ago in his classroom.

  He struck her, again and again, whispering through clenched teeth that she deserved this: she’d asked for it. Don’t call him Mr. O; he would never fuck a student; he would stop only once he knew that she’d learned her lesson.

  She squirmed under his hold—her chest held securely to the desk while his palm rained down a shower of erotic strikes. Her hips moved to the rhythm of his hand, rising to meet it again, pain surging through her, ebbing to make room for the tormenting need that followed.

  Her cunt ached. Her muffled cries became more desperate with each and every blow. She needed to touch herself. She fought against his grip, not to escape, but to give herself some relief from the fire raging between her legs.

  “Dane. Dane, please,” she called out breathlessly.

  For a moment she thought he wouldn’t stop, that he couldn’t hear her over that cracking of his palm against her ass. But he did pause, running his hand gently up and down her thigh while his lips peppered her still-burning cheeks with featherlight kisses.

  “Please, what?” he purred.

  “Please fuck me, please touch me. Please, Dane.”

  “Tell me, did you learn your lesson?” he asked as his hand slipped inside her thigh and toyed with the fabric of her panties.

  She tilted her hips, desperately pressing her pussy against his fingers.

  “You’ve soaked through these,” he said, playing with the wet lace, his fingers grazing the very edge of her lips and inside her thighs. Fire tore through her veins, and a wet heat dripped from her, making an even bigger mess of the fabric. She bit her lip as his knuckles grazed her pussy.

  “Doesn’t seem like much of a punishment. Maybe the real punishment would be leaving you right now, just like this.”

  He pulled his hand away, and she whimpered, “Please don’t leave.”

  She heard the quiet clinking of metal behind her and instantly relaxed. He wasn’t leaving. He would never leave her so desperate, not after everything he’d just put her though.

  He let go of her wrists and wrapped his arms around her body. One snaked under her shirt while the other slipped into her panties. “Don’t worry,” he whispered into her ear, pressing his chest and his erection against her back. “I’ll always give you exactly what you deserve.”

  His finger brushed over her clit, and she practically melted into him. A quiet moan slipped from her lips as tension slowly left her body. He drew circles around her clit, gently dragging her down from the intensity of his spankings.

  She hung limply against his arms as his fingers explored her pussy, dipping inside her, gliding between her labia, returning to her clit, and dancing across the sensitive peak.

  His hand left her suddenly, and she cried out, pleading for more, though she was unsure if any words actually left her mouth.

  “Easy,” he whispered into her ear as she felt his cock pressed against her entrance.

  She rocked her hips backward, desperately trying to take all of him. His hand returned to her as he sunk into her excruciatingly slowly. A low moan churned in her chest. The sound rang through her, something primal and deeply satisfied, almost a purr.

  She pushed against him, driving his cock as deep as she possibly could before pulling away and slamming her ass against his stomach again. Her cries filled the room when his cock crashed into her very depths, sending electric shocks up her spine. Her mind was devoid of any thoughts; every inch of her skin tingled, and need tore through her as she rode his cock.

  “Easy,” Dane whispered as he slowed her hips and held her to him, seating himself inside her while his fingers teased around her clit.

  “I’ll take care of you. I promised you that I would let you come. You’re going to be so fucking sore already; let’s take it easy on your cunt.”

  She was mad with need and at the mercy of Dr. Jeykll. She wanted Mr. Hyde back, that ruthless man who took what he wanted and thrived on her screams. Unless she still had Mr. Hyde, and he knew exactly how torturous his gentle touches were.

  His slow ministrations kindled a fire deep inside her that was just dying to rage. She sagged in Dane’s arms. The gentle circles around her clit kept her just on the edge of combustion without giving her enough to actually fucking come. Meanwhile, he slid his entire length out of her pussy then slowly filled her again, stretching her, teasing her.

  “Please, Dane. Please let me come.”

  CHAPTER SIX

  __________

  DANE

  Fuck, he loved hearing her beg. He loved hearing her screams. Feeling her fight beneath him as she moaned in sheer pleasure after each and every one of his strikes.

  He didn’t want to stop. But he knew he had to. He knew when enough was enough. He knew he’d never leave her twisting in torment, cunt aching, ass raw from his punishment. He knew to take care of her. She’d definitely earned it.

  But then he had her in his arms, his hand on her cunt, while he drove into her, and he felt that
same surge of power. He still had all the control. She was still at his mercy.

  This power trip wasn’t as brutal as her punishment, but it still wasn’t right for him to continue to torture her. She’d been a good girl. She’d earned this release.

  “Please,” she whimpered underneath his gentle strokes.

  His cock turned to steel. Titanium. Fucking harder than it had ever been before each time she said that word.

  She tensed in his arms, her breath growing ragged. Instead of backing off and making her start all over like he had been, he rocked his hips against hers, driving himself into the deepest part of her, and circled his fingers faster and faster, listening to her response, waiting for her sweet pussy to clench and spasm around his cock, dragging her down with him.

  She cried out, her head fell forward, and she rounded her back as a low, satisfied moan tore from her lips. Then he fucked her, hard, as she tensed around him, riding the waves of her orgasm that seemed to last for-fucking-ever. He held on to her as she arched her back, thrusting to meet him while she cried for more, and she came again and again and again.

  Finally, he couldn’t hold back any longer, and he drove himself into her pussy and filled her with his cum. He jerked his hips, pushing himself farther and farther as each surge of his seed drained from his cock.

  He pressed his face against her shirt, breathing in her soft citrus perfume and held her until he slipped from her cunt, a trail of his cum dripping down her thighs.

  She turned around and smiled slyly at him. “Do you have any more lesson plans drawn up for us?”

  “I didn’t realize it would take more than once to get you to fall into line,” he said gruffly.

  “I’m very hard to train. I mean, you should see the dress I have picked out for tomorrow. It’s this rich purple trench dress with a deep V-neck. I had planned on putting on a camisole, you know, to keep things professional, but you should see the way Principal Knowles looks at me. And just the thought of him in his office, jerking off, thinking about me, his hand moving furiously over his cock…”

  Dane reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back and forcing her to look at him. “You haven’t changed one fucking bit, Jade Mulligan.”

  She shook her head slightly. “Nope, I’m still that mouthy, little student that you wanted to fuck.”

  “I do not want to fuck my students,” he ground out.

  “Just me?”

  He glared at her, taking her in, his heartbeat racing and blood pounding in his ears. He wanted to throw her over her desk and relive their whole morning together. Instead, he dropped his hands, stepped away from her, and started putting his clothes back in order.

  “But I do think some private lessons might be in order until you learn to control that tongue.”

  “You might be working on me all year, Mr. O,” she said, unable to hide the mischief that curled at the corners of her lips.

  “I also teach summer school,” he growled as he turned around and walked to the door.

  “We’re still locked in, Mr. O,” she said quietly behind him.

  His cock jumped as he thought about reaching out to strike her, taming that wicked tongue. “Get dressed,” he said and waited for her to start pulling up her panties before he pulled out his master key and unlocked the door. “You’re already going to be sore for days.”

  “Hm, will you be thinking about that when you walk back to your office and take care of that?” she asked as she eyed his growing hard-on, shimmying her hips as she tugged her skirt back down around her knees, hissing through her teeth when the rough fabric dragged over her raw, exposed cheeks.

  “My next moment alone with you is all I’m going to be thinking about.”

  THE END

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