She sighed. “Please, just book economy. Without going into detail I need to show some restraint where my finances are concerned at the moment, so economy is fine.”
“Then let me pay. I don’t need to show restraint in anything.” His offer was genuine. He didn’t need to show restraint and he didn’t want anything other than the best for her. He assumed the fuck up father was the reason for her financial restraint and her dwindling savings account he’d been looking into and one way or another he’d need to get to the bottom of it all.
“Jim, please just book economy. I don’t want to fight with you and certainly not about money. Please,” she pleaded.
“Okay, baby, if that’s what you want.” He knew she was right, it really wasn’t worth fighting about.
She pulled out her card and entered the details on the screen and as the payment was authorised she felt a little sad because in a matter of days she would be alone again. Her thoughts were broken by Jim’s lips caressing her neck that was exposed by her hair being up. She leaned into him and moaned as his kisses intensified and moved across her back and shoulders.
“You really are very beautiful, Tasha.” His whispers sent shivers down her spine. “Turn around.”
She turned immediately, placing a knee each side of his thighs and smiled as she sat down. He moved in to kiss her gently.
“This really is like my headmaster’s office.”
“I bet you saw a lot of it with your smart mouth.”
“Enough,” she replied with a wink that made him laugh.
“And I bet you looked mighty fine in your uniform, too.” His hands were already skimming her hips, dancing around her body until her bottom filled his hands so he could hold her still.
“Maybe. It was a cross between St Trinian’s and a really bad fancy dress outfit.”
“Really?” he asked seriously, but was clearly picturing the uniform she’d described.
“Yes.” She laughed, slightly outraged as she recalled it. “I think the people who design uniforms for private girl’s schools are all perverts. The boy’s school was on the same campus and theirs was far more conservative.”
“Do you still have your uniform?” He really was only half-joking.
“At home somewhere, and if not, my sister goes to the same school, so...”
“Why do you live so far away? I would love to have you in my office in your uniform right now to resolve all of your unpunished misdemeanours.” He moved restlessly beneath her, his arousal clear to them both.
She smiled but was unaware of any unresolved misdemeanours.
“I could pack it next time I come out here because I’m sure to fuck up again before then.” She hissed and moaned at the sensation of the sting she was desperately craving from him.
“Oh, baby, that mouth.” He stood up, taking her with him. “It’s a date; you, me, my office and your school uniform, but for tonight we may have to compromise on the uniform. Take your dress off.”
Once placed on her feet she unfastened the zip and let it fall to the floor and stood waiting for his next instruction.
He stared at her standing in black lace underwear, similar to the white set he’d bought her in New York. This set was better, the strapless bra was more briefly cut and plunged with breath-taking effects and the briefest of panties were obviously already wet from her arousal and then the lace topped stockings. How could she not see she was beautiful, really beautiful? She could and probably did stop traffic. When she walked into a room it stopped and all eyes were on her, especially the male ones and their jaws normally dropped too, but she was here with him and he had no intention of ever allowing anyone else to ever see her like this again.
He pulled his shirt off and pulled her to him, pressing himself into her as he smiled down at her.
“Wrap your legs round me, honey.”
She did so without hesitation. He sat her on the edge of the desk and with his arm brushed everything off the end of it sending it crashing onto the floor.
She smiled and grazed her fingers across his cheeks. “I really do like you.”
“Right back at ya, baby.” He pulled her hips towards him before pushing her back onto the desk to remove her wet pants.
“Oh, baby, such a welcome.” He stroked along her length and slid first one and then a second finger inside her causing her muscles to contract around him, pulling him in and asking for more.
She looked up at the ceiling then around at the surroundings and had to stifle a giggle as she thought no matter how many trips she made to the headmaster’s office. Mr Mason had never administered this kind of punishment. She relived the visits she’d made to his office and as Jim had said it usually was courtesy of her smart mouth, often standing up for someone else, the underdog, because she totally understood how that felt.
Her thoughts had distracted her from his movements and the fact that his fingers had been removed. Her awareness only returned when he slammed into her, making her scream out. God, he felt good. She couldn’t remember anything or anyone ever feeling as good as this. With his movements getting faster and harder she could feel her belly beginning to burn, preparing for release. She matched him thrust for thrust, eager and impatient for the goal they were both chasing. She could feel the electricity and intensity building and increasing, spreading through her whole body causing her to writhe beneath him.
