Tales of Darkness & Sin - Pepper Winters Page 0,176

from the very first moment I considered it. Still, I can’t stop myself. I’ve been thinking about nothing else from the moment the kinky little elf confessed her fantasies to me and stared at me from her bedroom window. I couldn’t stop. She’s far too intoxicating with that sweet little smile.

I knew she’d been with other boys from the very first second she let herself go in my hands. She knows how to kiss and she knows how to play and she knows how to grind, but there’s more than that. There’s a little sacred gemstone waiting down deep in her, ready to be claimed.

Lexi is still a virgin.

My sweet little student is still a sweet little untouched flower who hasn’t truly known what it’s like to be taken.

I’ll most certainly be the one to claim her.

I’m still quite surprised by her bravery as she takes my hand and moves it against her. Not only has she pushed her mouth to its limits by confessing all to Santa on his lap, but she’s pushing her body now, moving against me like a horny little bitch for more, more, more.

Yes. Lexi is indeed a horny little bitch.

I can imagine her there at night, in bed, thinking about my filthy jacuzzi time with Betty Richards, with her dirty little fingers working her pink bud of a clit. I can picture her teeth pinching her sweet bottom lip, breaths ragged as she thinks about my dick ploughing another woman like a beast – whichever holes I want to be taking.

Whichever holes of hers I want to be taking.

That’s the truth of it, too. I’ll take every prize she has to offer me, considering just how much risk I’m putting into claiming it.

Her eyes are so pretty as she stares at me, grinding just enough on my fingers to drive herself wild. She wants to come, and she wants me to touch her bare skin while she does it. She’s been thinking about this fantasy right from the start, I can see it written all over her. She’s been desperate for the truth in it. Desperate for me.

"Touch me the right way," she whispers.

She won’t be having me yet though, not until I drive her wild to her limits, chewing her mind over at the thought. Hungry.

“Stop it now, Lexi,” I tell her, barely more than a grunt as I push her aside.

Her eyes are wide and shocked, and it’s incredible, just how pretty she can look when she’s so fucking nervous.

“What, sir?” she asks, and her voice is barely more than a meek little whisper, bravery all gone.

“You’re dismissed,” I say, and mean it. I point her away. “You’re dismissed, Lexi. Go to your desk, please.”

“But, I…” she begins, but trails off.

I flash her a smile.

“Who’s in charge of you in this classroom, little girl?” I ask her, and her wide eyes are still palpably nervous.

“Y…y…you, Mr. Vaughn…”

“Yes,” I tell her. “Exactly, Lexi. I’m in charge of this classroom, and I’m in charge of the little girls in it, especially you, do you understand me?”

She manages a nod. It’s divine.

“Yes, sir. I understand you.”

“Good,” I say, and my smile turns into a smirk. “It’s well-behaved girls who get their Christmas presents from Santa, you know, little one? Maybe if you’re a very, very good girl today, I’ll reward you at the end of lessons.”

She’s trying to comprehend me, I can see it. Her expression is a rabbit caught in headlights, not quite sure just what is coming for her. I love that.

She’s a butterfly mix of different beauties. Nerves meet bravery, meet filth, meet innocence. She’s one delicious honeypot of all of them, blurring together.

I want to taste every single part of her.

“I mean it,” I tell her, my voice lower. “I’ll reward you at the end of lessons, but only if you’re a very good little girl for me today.”

She’s nodding, cheeks blushing, even though she hardly knows what she’s nodding for.

“Yes, sir,” she says. “I’ll be a good girl, but does that mean… does that mean…”

I can see the words catching in her throat, struggling to voice themselves.

“Say it,” I hiss at her. “Good girls talk to their teachers.”

Her lower lip practically trembles with the strain.

“Does that mean you’ll take my virginity?” she asks, and my balls tighten so nicely. “If I’m a good girl, will you really be the first one to fuck me?”

I cast an eye on the time and it only confirms just how close we are to