this torment.
I’m more than ready for it by the time the final bell sounds out through the corridors and the school springs into end of day life as students get themselves ready for home. There’s a flurry of commotion outside my room, students from the last lesson darting right out amongst it as I wave them goodbye with a homework tomorrow, please announcement.
The door closes and the room goes quiet. I grab my balls and give my cock a good tug in hopes of letting it breathe a little. The school comes alive and goes to sleep again in one crazy little tornado, and I'm left fucking aching and ready to blow at this point.
All I can focus on is Lexi and what I want to do to her.
I’m right at the heart of it as the world unfolds, and then… a little tap, tap, tapping at my door as a good little girl comes to her after-school detention, just like she’s been told.
“Come in!” I shout, and my voice sounds heavy.
Little Miss Dawson is more nervous than I’ve ever seen her when she steps inside. Her knees look like they’ve been knocking together as she edges on in and drops her backpack alongside her on the floor.
“I’m here for my detention," she tells me, and I can see the wavering in her, still not quite able to believe this is really going to happen. “I came back just like you told me, Mr. Vaughn. For my detention. My detention, right?”
That’s when I can’t resist it anymore.
I sit myself down on my desk with my arms folded across my chest and a smirk, nice and dark and dirty on my face.
I look out of the window and watch calmly as the buses gather up their students ready to leave and the school day winds down to nothing, and then I say it. I deliver the truth she is still struggling to believe in my voice.
“You’re not here for detention, little girl,” I tell her. “You’re here so I can fuck you like the dirty little bitch you want me to make you.”
Oh, the amazement. The horror. The fascination. The desire.
She struggles to speak. Struggles to do anything but stand and stare. I take a seat in my chair and spread my legs wide.
Clicking my fingers, I point to my lap and she’s on autopilot, inching closer with tiny little paces until she’s right at my feet, like this morning, but round two. A much harder one.
“You’re going to give me every one of your tight little holes, you know that?” I ask her. “You won’t just get one Christmas present from filthy Santa, you’ll be getting three.”
She nods. Even though she’s nervous and shocked to all hell, she nods at me.
Her smile is intoxicating, beyond any drink I’ve ever had.
“Yes, please, Santa,” she whispers, her voice husky. “I’ve been a very good girl who deserves all three.”
Oh, her voice. The twinkle in her eyes.
It turns out that Lexi Dawson really has been playing out some fantasies in her mind after all.
Her panties have soaked through to her thighs already by the time I slip my fingers underneath her skirt.
CHAPTER FIVE
Lexi
My lips part in surprise.
I want him to slide his fingers over my clit and stick them inside me while I ride his palm into oblivion. I inch closer hoping to get what I want.
"Please," I beg, his knuckles skimming higher up on my thigh. He doesn't stop and I whimper, hoping he gets the hint. His thumb glides over my panties in a tantalizing way and he rewards me with a groan.
"Have you been like this all day?"
"What do you mean?"
His thumb circles over the top on my pussy then strikes a swift flick to my clit. I gasp, my hips rearing back on their own accord, delighting in the pain it caused to ricochet through me. He grabs my thigh and brings me back to him to stroke my clit again. My heartbeat rises and I gasp in pure rapture as heat zips down my spine.
"Your clit is sticking out."
Mr. Vaughn's words flame my cheeks and cause my pussy to drip. I knew it was because I'd been horny for my teacher all day long and I couldn't do anything about it. I just didn't know he'd feel it and know why too.
Pouting my lips, I frown before I attempt to ask him a question when he says, "This pleases me. Tell me, which hole do you want me