I suddenly find my throat dry, probably because every drop of moisture in my body has surged into my cock, which is straining against my pants, pressed uncomfortably against my zipper. Fuck pants. Right now, they’re the most idiotic invention in history. Tunics. We need to bring back damn easy-access tunics.
Katrina brings one of her hands to trail down my chest, where I’m sure she can feel my heart pounding out of control. I’m shocked my horns haven’t popped into view already. I’m shaking with how badly I need her.
“I need someone to teach me…certain things,” Katrina purrs into my ear.
Oh. Hell. Is she asking what I think she’s asking? I nearly come in my pants at the thought. And I have had a lot of experience with edging, so that’s saying something.
Despite the hot-as-fuck porno roleplay she has going on, this is a big deal. I have to be sure. I need her to be sure. “Are you sure?”
Shut up. I’m not articulate right now, okay? I asked at least.
I touch her cheek, tracing it before settling with my palm on her soft skin. My fingers brush back a strand of hair that has fallen from her ponytail.
Her sexy façade flies away, and suddenly, my Katrina is back, biting her lip, adorably nervous as she glances up at me from underneath her eyelashes and then away again. “I mean, you don’t have to.”
No! I didn’t mean to make her self-conscious. I surge up and press against her lewdly, letting my free hand roam down her side and then palm her ass. “Oh, I’ll teach you anything you want to know, Trina,” I tell her, my voice husky with desire. “But I need to hear you say exactly what you want to learn.”
She swallows hard, and watching her throat bob makes me think of how it would look if I rammed my cock right down it. My fingers tighten on the side of her head, slightly tugging at that strand. “Mr. Vanngrenoth needs to know exactly what you want him to do. In vivid detail.”
Her words are so soft that they are nearly inaudible. “I want you to make love to me.”
My heart leaps. My cock tries to break through the fucking zipper.
I wait patiently, but Katrina shrinks back into her nervous state. Okay then, I need to lead her a little. I take her hand and stand, then take her slowly around my desk to my side. I lift her up and sit her on the middle of the broad wooden surface, which is bare, because fuck work.
Then I sit down in my chair and stare at her. “Before I can teach you, I need to know exactly what you know. Tug down your bra and prop those tits up on it. I want to watch you play with your nipples.”
Trina swallows hard, her eyes going wide. But she reaches up and does what I ask. Her white bra comes down, and she cups her breast for a second before plucking gently at her nipples.
After a minute, I lean forward and tug away one of her hands, pulling it gently towards me. I suck her finger into my mouth, laving it with my tongue. Then I lean back and say, “Now tug that one harder.”
Her responding, “Yes, Mr. Vanngrenoth,” like the perfect naughty schoolgirl, makes me stand up. I can’t resist touching her. I step forward. “Of course, your fingers are nothing compared to my tongue.”
Her eyes light up. “Yes.”
“But you already know that, so we’ll skip that lesson.” I grin when she pouts. But I don’t want her nervous. I want her begging for it.
“Scoot back on the desk and prop your feet up. Flip your skirt up and play with yourself through your panties,” I tell her.
Katrina doesn’t hesitate. She slides back and does exactly as instructed.
My throat is dry with anticipation. I’m thrilled and shocked that she’s doing this. At school. In my office. Oh holy Hell! This is going to be fun.
“Good girl.” I can’t help but say it, and for some reason—maybe because she really does love the naughty schoolgirl fantasy—her cheeks grow even more pink.
I watch her fingers slide up and down her pretty slit, the outline of which is visible through her soaked panties, and I have to grab the edge of my desk to stop myself from diving down to rip the fabric aside