“Miss Camden.” My head snaps up at my name. Shit. I wasn’t paying attention. I’ve been sitting in the back of the classroom, sending emails, unaware that all the students have already left. He’s just staring at me, waiting. God, he’s gorgeous, resting back in his chair behind the massive desk at the front of the auditorium. It’s a huge space, but his presence fills it as if it’s a small room. He raises one strong eyebrow and my heart rate kicks up a notch.
“Did you bring it?”
“Yes, Sir.” I breathe.
His stare has me pinned to my seat, even though I need to get up and meet him at that massive desk that looks like it could take an elephant’s weight without so much as a groan.
“Come here. Put it on my desk.”
He’s been here a year, but this is the first time he’s called on me in this classroom. I know there’s no reason for my nerves, yet, as I rise and descend the auditorium stairs, my hands tremble, my skin tingles with nervous anticipation. He barely moves a muscle as I cautiously walk around the desk to stand in front of him. I lower my eyes and bite my lip, literally feeling like a school-girl with butterflies taking a haywire flight path in my stomach. The low timber of his voice is like a well-aged scotch, sliding through my body, warming me from within, causing arousal to pool low in my belly. I haven't been this turned on in a while. I think I should be embarrassed, or ashamed, but I'm not. I just want him to keep doing whatever it is he's doing.
I raise my eyes to meet his. The dark smolder catches me off guard and I swallow involuntarily as my breath hitches and my pussy clenches.
"Are you nervous, Miss Camden?" He rises from his chair with a grace and ease that speaks to years of practiced movement - martial arts, dance, he's proficient in both and towering over me now, his eyes still locked with mine. "I asked you a question."
I nod, unable to break the connection of our eyes, unable to speak because my mouth has gone dry. He's like some kind of beautiful predator who's found his next meal. Dear god, I want to be his meal.
"Since it appears the power of speech has escaped you, give it to me, then hold out your hand."
The desk. I was supposed to put it on the desk. Too late now, and my knees feel like they might give out on me while a current of arousal has found its way past my very thin panties. Without breaking his dark stare, I slide a trembling hand into my small purse and watch his eyes catch fire as I lift it to him, offering everything with one small gesture. But maybe it's too much? He hasn't taken it from me, he's just studying it, one corner of his mouth twitching almost imperceptibly.
"Is it okay?" I ask tentatively, breathlessly.
He meets my wide, cautious eyes with a magnificent and thrilling smile. "You've found your voice. And you've done quite well, Miss Camden. Now, what shall I do with it?"
"Anything you want, Sir." I lower my eyes when he takes a step forward, invading my space, stealing the air around me. He removes his tie with practiced ease before taking the object from my hand, replacing it with his tie. I feel as if I'll melt into the floor when his skin brushes mine, sending a current of electricity up my arm.
"Goosebumps, Miss Camden?" His chuckle is warm, like a blanket wrapping around me. "I think this is going to be fun, yes?" I'm about to answer when he cuts me off. "Tell me, why did you choose this one? And is it usable now?"
"I..." Oh fuck. This seemed like such a brilliant idea four hours ago. I quickly glance at the door. He's a teacher. What the fuck am I doing?
"Miss Camden." His voice is harsh, but that soft kind of harsh that snaps my focus back to him. "Don't worry about the door. The next class is in twenty minutes. Now, answer my question."
"I uh... I thought it was pretty, and the sales lady said it's one of the best for..." I kick myself. I'm thirty-nine for pete's sake. "One of the best for hard and fast." His eyebrow arches. "And it's pretty, and yes, it's ready for use."
"I'm pleased with your selection, and more than happy to accommodate the recommendation of a lovely sales-woman who said - how did she put it? - Hard and Fast? Is that your desire, Miss Camden? Hard? Fast?"
I gulp and nod, answering with a breathless, "yes, Sir." I should smile at the grin spreading across his face, but the look in his eye melts me with the most delicious terror. My pussy is wet and throbbing. All I want is for this man to bend me over his desk and fuck the everloving shit out of me. At this point, the whole classroom could fill and I'd still grab my ankles for him.
No shit, Sherlock! I want to tell him to fuck me already, but I'm not even sure that's on his mind. If it is, he may decide against it if I actually tell him to do it. I haven't been so aroused in a while, and he hasn't even touched me. He just keeps turning the toy I've presented to him over and over in his hand, looking at me like he's perfectly happy to leave me simmering in my own juices. Since he's the one who told me to bring it, I assume he's going to use it, but he could just be mind-fucking me. I think I might cry if he keeps staring at me, taunting me with the purple vibe he took from my hand only moments ago. Finally, he nods and I almost do a happy dance, because something's about to happen.
"Fold my tie, put it in your mouth, and present yourself. Hands on the desk."
Yes! Yes! Yes! Maybe I shouldn't be so eager, but oh, holy hell I want this so bad. I hold his molten stare while folding his tie carefully before shoving it into my mouth. A powerful thrill courses through my veins when the twitch of his cock catches my eye as I turn and place my palms flat on the desk, back arched, ass up, legs spread, my tiny skirt doing nothing to cover my ass, much less my pussy. At his sharp intake of breath, I know he can see how wet I am through the sheer black fabric. Just as a satisfied smile touches my lips, the sting of his hand connects with my flesh.
His other hand, wound into my hair, tugs my head back, sending tingles down my spine as his voice, low and promising, tickles my ear. "You may have the power, little missy, but don't forget who's calling the shots."
When I blink and nod, he releases my hair and presses me flat to the desk. My heart is like a racehorse, galloping out of my chest, my breath coming in shallow pants as I strain to see him from the corner of my eye. He's like an Adonis, powerful energy rippling from him, flowing over me in waves, every cell of my body responding with her siren's call. I want him right now, more than I've wanted anything in my life.
Suddenly, I hear the buzz of the toy just before it kisses my panty-covered clit. A groan escapes mylips, past his tie in my mouth as he rubs out small circles, sending currents of electricity through my body.
"Pull your panties aside." His voice is rough. It makes me smile, knowing he's just as aroused, even though everything else about him says calm and collected. I reach back to grab the wisp of fabric and shiver when my fingers graze my own sensitized flesh. As soon as I've pulled them aside, he pushes the toy deep inside me, then drags it out again. In and out, in and out, until my legs are shaking and I don't recognize the voice that must be mine, begging from behind my gag for him to finish me, to let me come.
I don't know how long he's been torturing me when his hand suddenly leaves my neck and the sound of the smack to my ass echoes through the auditorium with his single, harsh command. "Come."
I dissolve and implode, every muscle in my body straining against the intensity of my orgasm before melting into a puddle of satisfied bliss. I feel his hands graze my skin, his lips sweetly kiss my heated flesh just before my skirt is tugged back down over my ass.
"Get up, doll." Gently, he helps me stand, steadying me while I regain my equalibrium. With a gentle kiss to my forehead, he pulls me close and wraps his arms around me in the sweetest embrace. "Thank you."
I smile up at him, feeling like I'm the one who should be thanking him. "What about you?" I ask tentatively. I feel his erection, hard against my belly while he holds me. He smiles and kisses my forehead again. "Tonight." He promises. "Think you can have the kids in bed by nine, Miss Camden?"
"Definitely." I press my face to his chest. "I can definitely do that for you, Mr. Camden."
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