To which I responded that it’s their fault, so suck it up. Then he commented, ‘Oh, I know something I’d like to suck,’ and I had to exit the chat before I was forced to sit through a dinner with my father with a raging hardon. Fun times.
Tatum casts me a smug smile as he walks past, taking his seat. He slouches down in the desk, eyes remaining on me with a knowing look.
My body heats as it remembers the other night, as does my cock.
Fuck.
Clearing my throat, I start class.
I don’t know what's gotten into them, but it’s like they’ve teamed up to torture me. Giving me heated looks, adjusting themselves like they’ve got erections.
And it’s the small things too. Like the way Tatum has his pencil against his lips, it’s just resting there, but fuck, why does it look so damn sexy?
The way Alaric drums his fingers against his desk as he listens to me, his other hand fisting tightly, like he’s trying to hold himself back.
But it’s Jamie who gets to me the most.
He pulls something out of his bag and shoots me a grin. I’m mid-lecture when I see him raise a shiny red apple, the same kind that someone has been leaving on my desk, and he takes a bite.
I know who it is now.
Juice dribbles out and down his chin. My eyes lock on the droplet as Jamie’s tongue snakes out, licking it up. I follow his tongue back to his mouth as he licks his lips slowly and sensually.
I bite back a whine. A fucking whine.
Is he for real right now? I’m in the middle of teaching and this brat wants to mess with me?
It’s time he learns his lesson. And a little respect.
Jamie smirks, knowing damn well what he’s doing to me. Fucker.
I do however manage to get through the rest of my lecture.
The class comes to an end and the rest of the students start to pack up and leave. “Mr. Gable, Mr. Walsh, and Mr. Cross. Please stay behind. I’d like to have a few words with you three.”
“Ohhh.” Jamie chuckles. “We’re in trouble, guys. I hope he spanks us. I’ve been a naughty boy, Mr. K. Teach me a lesson.” He pouts. “I’ll be a good boy after, I promise.”
Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath, composing myself for just a few more minutes.
They stay in their seats, watching me. Once the last student is gone, I head to the door and close it before flicking the lock and pulling down the blind.
I can feel their eyes on me as I make my way over to the other side of the classroom. Grabbing a chair, I pull it under the security camera and reach up to turn it off.
“Oh shit,” Jamie says. “Is he really going to spank us?” He sounds shocked, but also excited.
Am I? Hmm. Maybe I should.
A little humiliation is good.
Without looking their way, I head back down to my desk, my body humming with anticipation, cock straining against my boxers to the point it’s almost painful.
They don’t say anything, but watch me as I take my suit jacket off and place it over the back of my chair.
Jamie lets out a small groan as I undo the buttons on the cuff of my dress shirt and roll up my sleeves. Stopping in front of my desk, I perch on the edge, crossing my arms as I finally look their way.
All three of them are looking at me with different forms of hunger in their eyes.
“Here’s the thing,” I start off. “The three of you need to learn some boundaries and some respect.”
