“Is everything alright, Miss Singh?”
“Yes, Mr Peabody,” I rasped then cleared my throat.
“Hey, you okay?” Cian whispered. “You’re squirming like you got a freaking vibrator in your panty.”
“A what?” I asked as the vibration struck once more. “Oh, God.” I moaned out loud this time, my eyes widening. Those closest to me turned, their curious gazes roaming over my flushed face. Recognition dawned the same time Mr Sinclair’s words did.‘I think you’re going to enjoy your next class, have fun’
“What the hell, Lee, you’re acting like a freaking porn star,” Cian hissed out the side of her mouth.
Yeah, because that cruel man just made me one. I measured the distance to the door and I wondered if I’d make it out there before the next pulsation hit. Nope. I wasn’t taking any chances of dropping to the floor on my way and having an orgasm in front of all these wankers. God, did the man really stick a vibrator in me?
Dropping my brow to my hands folded on the desk, I heard the door open but didn’t bother to look up.
“Mr Peabody?”
This time I looked up. “Speak of the devil and he shall appear,” I muttered as Mr Sinclair walked into the class and approached Mr Peabody. Why was he here? Come to gloat maybe.
With his back to the chalkboard, facing me, Mr Sinclair chatted to my calculus teacher. Keeping my gaze lowered, I hoped he’d stop his onslaught—no such thing. A moment later the air was sucked out of my lungs as the softer pulsations in my panties tormented my body with an indescribable pleasure. I looked up. Mr Sinclair was watching me, his pupils darkening as if enjoying my discomfort. His tongue a slow trail across his lips, heightening my response.
I made the mistake of scowling and the intensity changed. Shudders wrecked my body. I jumped up, my knees knocking the table, harder this time, unable to stall the words on my tongue or the pleasure between my legs as I squeezed my thighs together. “Oh, God,” slipped past my lips on an embarrassing cry that sounded like something out of an erotic movie. I gripped the table to keep myself grounded, my knuckles turning white with the pressure.
All eyes shifted to me, and I cringed on the inside as the vibration stopped. Breathing hard, I felt heat creep up from my neck into my cheeks.
“Is everything all right, Miss Singh. You’ve gone positively red.”
“Um, yes, just a little winded I guess.” Holy hell, what was that. I caught Mr Sinclair’s smirk, the message was clear. I shouldn’t have messed with him in front of Davien.‘Disobedience begs punishment, pet.’Saint’s words from the night of the ritual, rang in my ears.
“Would you like to visit the nurse, Miss Singh?” Mr Peabody asked.
Now was my chance to get out of there. He wouldn’t dare use it while I walked. I shifted my gaze to Mr Sinclair, his stone-faced expression back in place. “Um, yes, Mr Peabody.”
“Go on then. Be quick about it.”
Slowly, I rose, testing my legs to carry my weight. Leaving my stuff, I walked toward the front of the class and just as I neared the door, the vibrator kicked in, the intensity more potent than any of the others. I gripped the door frame, almost bowing over, my breaths coming in raspy pants. Biting down on my lip to keep from screaming out my pleasure, I squeezed my thighs together, stiffening my body. Still, the pulsations continued. I could hear whispered chatter behind me but I was shaking too much to take note.
“Miss Singh—”
“It’s all right, I’ll take her to the nurse,” Mr Sinclair reassured Mr Peabody. Then he approached me as the toy stopped. I was sweating now, I could feel the tiny moist beads roll down my temples, my spine and sprinkle my upper lip. “Did you come,” his voice soft for my ears only, then louder, “come, let’s get you checked up.”
“You’re an asshole,” I muttered, regretting the words the second they left my mouth because the damn thing started up again as he helped me outside.
“You can do it, little girl. Surrender to the pleasure.” He crushed me against his body. “Give in, Levana.”
And I did, right there in the school hallway with this sexy teacher against my front and the wall at my back, I came in my panties. One of those mind-blowing orgasms that tore through me, along with a cry from my lips that I didn’t recognize as my voice.
“Good girl,” he whispered, stepping back.
“I-I hat...” I couldn’t muster the strength to speak.
I was still shaking, coming down from my high, my legs trembled, my body sagging against the wall as two girls walked past, their curious eyes on us.
“Bad stomach cramps,” Mr Sinclair explained, his voice tinged with an amusement I didn’t find funny.
When I could finally breathe, I glared at him and offered two simple words, “game on,” before I brushed past him and headed for the bathroom.
Chapter 25 - Saint
IHAD NO IDEA WHENit would come but I was expecting it, anticipating it, in fact. A sweet, smiling Levana Singh was breath-taking. A pouting, glaring, chest heaving angry version, though, was even more beautiful. And I had the opportunity to witness both—the effect on my body let alone my emotions, was unfathomable at best. Usually, I preferred the women I fucked, submissive and compliant. This girl, however, had my cock highly attentive the second she pursed those pretty pink lips into a thin line or dipped her brows in a defiant glare. While the notion of teaching her to obey me, had my gut clenching most days, fucking that anger out of her, challenged me every hour she was in my midst.
