Today though, an inner niggle warned she was up to something. If that last look of sheer determination she threw my way before leaving Mr Peabody’s classroom wasn’t an inclination, then I should probably roll over and submit to her advances. I trusted my gut, usually. Only, it seemed to be off kilter lately and chances were, I’d been railroaded by that cheeky devil whose thoughts alone could turn snow filthy. And I fucking loved it, even if I came across as a hardcore arsehole to her.
Downing the remnants of my water, I tossed the bottle into a bin in the hallway and opened the door to my classroom. My feet froze. It took considerable effort not to stumble or bark out my surprise. Whatever I was anticipating, this definitely wasn’t it.
Levana lay prone on my desk, legs bent at the knees with her feet planted on the wooden top. Eyes on me, her head hung over the side, a lollipop swirling between her rosy lips. Fuck if that wasn’t the sexiest damned thing I’d seen in a long time. As I decided my fate, my head and my heart conspired against me, urging me to risk everything and take those further steps to reach my desk. To throw caution to the wind, seize advantage of the situation and fuck the shit out of her. Taking a breather to gather my wits, I turned away to close and lock the door, willing calm to the chaotic beat of my heart.
The girl probably assumed she had one up on me—time to set her straight. Slowly, I rotated and hesitated for just a beat. Levana had swung around. Now, she sat with her arms leaning behind her, anchoring her to the table, knees bent, feet planted on the top giving me a full view of her naked pussy beneath her school skirt. Head cocked to one side, large blue eyes watched me. And as she opened and closed her thighs, my gaze latched onto those pink folds glistening with arousal.
My cock flexed hard within the confines of my trousers, spitting precum. Fuck, I wanted her. Right here, right now. On my desk. Where I set test questions, where I graded papers. Where I sat teaching young minds—minds I was supposed to guide against bad behaviour. Would my irresponsible conduct then, be my ruination or my salvation?
Get a fucking grip, Saint.
I forced my gaze back to her face. Her smile mischievous, her eyes dared me to take what she offered. And by God was I tempted to just say fuck it and listen to my cock. I’d educated and mentored college undergraduates, been harassed and admired by plenty of those female students wanting me to reward them for good behavior. Why the fuck then, was I so close to losing control with this girl? Why was I about to challenge every principal I possessed? What was this allure that had me breaking my own rules?
“What are you doing, Levana?” the words came out all throaty and quiet. I cursed, aware she knew I was turned on. Still, my legs carried me the short distance to stand in front of her. “I could have you suspended for this.” I threatened knowing I started this with vibrator act.
She pushed the lollipop to one side, giving me an indication of the indent, my cock would make if I shoved it into her mouth right now. “But you won’t, will you, Mr Sinclair?”
Christ, what had happened to the innocent fumbling girl I’d met? Where had this devious little vixen come from?
If I thought that was sexy, I wasn’t prepared for what followed. Removing the lollipop, she dropped it to the floor, stuck two fingers in her mouth, rolling them around like she’d done to the sweet, seconds ago. Then with her eyes on me, she slipped that hand down to her pussy rubbing those wet digits through her slit. Her breathing altered. Fast, deep exhales. My gaze dropped to her fingers. Quick, awkward movements. Her hips grinding on the table to get more friction. I could tell that except for the night of the ritual, she’d never done this again. Practice made perfect and all that. Fuck, if that wasn’t a turn on. My trousers were becoming extremely uncomfortable. I needed to get rid of them and fuck. Hard.
I knew the moment she touched her clit. She groaned. Her eyes sliding shut. Her lips parted slightly. Her breathing shallow and quick
I took a step closer, bringing me into the v of her spread thighs. My fingers stayed clenched so I wouldn’t touch her. “If you want to tease me, open your fucking eyes, Levana, so I can see the greed for my cock in them,” I growled, my voice thick with want.
Eyes heavy with unbridled lust flew open, her fingers halting their exploration. “Mr Sinclair,” she breathed.
“Sir,” I corrected, my fingers covering hers, guiding them in slow circles. She gasped. God, she was drenched. I felt her arousal leak through her fingers wetting mine. “Say it,” I demanded. She cocked her head to one side, saying nothing. Damn, this girl was stubborn. She baffled me at every step—an annoying first for me. Gritting my teeth, I leaned forward, my nose inches from hers, my fingers pressing down harder until she arched up, craving release. “You’re being a very bad girl,” I hissed, wanting her to obey me, wanting her at my mercy, begging for me to do dark and devious things to her.
Slowly she shook her head. “I’m not a bad girl.” She licked her lips in a lazy trail, turning my lust dangerous. “I’m a good girl who just wants to do bad things. But only with you,” she whispered, her voice husky and so damned seductive, her eyes wide, pupils dilated, and skin flushed.
Fuck.I slid my free hand under her skirt. Goosebumps rose to meet my touch. Memories of that first night surfaced, reminding me just how entrancing her body was beneath these clothes. I glided further up to cup her arse, my fingers digging into the smooth flesh, my other hand increasing the rhythm over her pussy. My heart pounded in my chest like a warning bell. She was my friend’s daughter, my student. God, I shouldn’t be doing this.
“You need to behave, Miss Singh. I’m your fucking teacher,” I chastised, hoping it would bring me out of this mindfuck.
But I wanted more. I wanted to fuck her, to spank her, watch her beautiful arse crimson beneath my hands. Watch her flawlesscreamy skin welt with strikes from a riding crop. Her eyes fill with pain before pleasure took over. Aware I was fighting a losing battle, I pushed two of her fingers into her wet entrance, teaching her to fuck herself.
She moaned aloud and I knew she was close. “I might behave one day, Mr Sinclair, but not today,” she panted. Fire flashed in those sapphire eyes, her sass making me harder. There were so many things I could to that smart mouth. Fucking it right now would be one. My cock surged against my zipper, wanting to feel her slick pussy.
“That’s a very tempting offer, Miss Singh. Bad and me sleep in the same coffin. You sure you know what you’re asking for?” I moved her fingers back up to her clit, rolling over it in quick, hard circles. Her breathing sped up, her soft moans turned louder, her eyes begging for release. “Answer the fucking question.”
“Yes,” she cried. “Oh, God yes.” Her hips arched up and I had her exactly where I wanted. Stopping, I removed her hand from her pussy. “What the—” Her mouth fell open on a frustrated groan, her eyes darting icy glares at me.
Lifting a brow, I rolled my wet fingers over her lips before sliding them into her mouth. “Suck,” I ordered, wondering if she’d fight harder to get my cock inside her. Astonishingly, her soft tongue curled around my fingers, slurping hard and testing my patience. “Good girl.”
To my surprise, she raised her fingers to my lips and mimicked my action. “Suck, Mr Sinclair.”
Whatever little resistance I held onto, shot through the roof, my cock jerked in my trousers. I sucked her fingers, relishing the sweet taste of her arousal and nipped lightly. She whimpered. Provoked by the soft sound, my balls ached, desperate for satiety and I was about to give it what it wanted.
Lord have mercy on my soul.
Releasing her fingers, I stepped back. “Good girls go to heaven, Levana. Bad girls create hell on their knees. Kneel.”
She hesitated, licking that plump bottom I wanted stretched around my cock. “But—”
“Don’t make me tell you twice,” I growled, the warning in my voice clear as her fucking pretty blue eyes gawking at me. “Good girls always say, ‘please and thank you.’ Bad girls say, ‘how can I please you,sir.’”
I will teach you to obey me, little girl.
