Yes, sir.
Keep your phone on you and answer me when I text you.
I will.
I’m a fucking masochist.
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She walks into class wearing a chunky white sweater with a black skirt and boots that end just below her knees, taking a seat several rows up from where she normally does. I track her every movement, my heart beats rapidly in my chest.
Normally, Professor Ali would call her out for her change in seats, but I want to play this differently, watching her submit to me without knowing she’s submitting to her dom.
My phone sits on the shelf of the podium, on silent, and hidden from sight. I glance down at it, swiping open my text thread with her.
Are you in class?
I watch as she looks at her phone, quickly typing out a reply.
I am.
Good. Spread your legs.
Fuck, I wish I could type out everything I want her to do and really guide the scene, but I refrain.
“Can anyone tell me about the key themes inA Midsummer Night’s Dream?” For once, Emma doesn’t raise her hand, so I focus on someone in the back. I was hoping she’d answer the question, making sure my focus is on her pussy while she talked, but my timid pet isn’t that bold. I’ll get her there.
The kid blathers on, and for once I couldn’t care less about my back-and-forth with the student. When he finally finishes, I turn my focus back on Emma. “Anything to add, Miss Black?”
She shakes her head. Her knees are parted ever so slightly, and I can’t see anything but she quickly snaps her legs shut, crossing one over the other when I focus on her.
“Surely, you must have some witty retort to add to Mr. Anderson’s insights.”
“Nope.” Her eyes cast down.
“Pop quiz.” The class groans. This was the plan once I gave her orders this morning. Get the class to focus on something so I could play with her inconspicuously. “I want you to write five hundred words exploring the idea of love’s blindness inA Midsummer Night’s Dream. Consider the effects of the love potion and the role of magic. How do external forces change the characters’ perception of love? You can use all the resources at your disposal, including electronic devices. Consider it open book.”
There are grumbles around the room about having to write a paper on the fly, and how it’s not so much a quiz as an impromptu essay. And the thought of grading this shit later is worth it for the control I’ll have over Emma. I’ll just give them a participation grade and call it a day.
Pet
??
Are your legs open?
Not anymore.
Open them.
Show that asshole what he can’t have.
Can’t talk, writing paper.
Fuck, I didn’t think this through all the way. Her desire to please her teacher is overriding her desire to please me. I look around the room, making sure no one’s watching me and then text her again.
Pull your skirt up your thighs and stretch your legs out while you write.
K
