Chapter 26 - Levana
Iwatched this sexyman, my teacher, the giver of my first orgasm and my first blow job, throw back his head, release a roar and come down my throat. I should’ve been embarrassed, I wasn’t. I should’ve cringed at the taste of him, I didn’t. All I knew was that I loved what he just given me.
When he stopped shaking, he pulled out, leaned down and held my mouth closed. “You’re going to swallow my cum, aren’t you, my dirty little girl?” I nodded, gulping the thick salty liquid. “Such a good girl. You suck cock so well.”
Even though a part of me hated him, his praise fell like cool raindrops on my heated skin and I bathed in it.
A knock sounded on the door and I tensed. Saint tucked himself back into his pants and helped me up. “Clean yourself up and go sit down.” He handed me his handkerchief while he went to answer the door. He waited for me to take a seat and as I wiped my mouth, he opened the door.
Mr Stevens stepped inside.
“Is there a problem, Mr Sinclair? I knocked earlier but there was no answer.” The principal asked.
“No. Some students just need stricter discipline than others,” Saint mocked, his gaze fixed on me. The asshole was back in place, smooth and controlled like he hadn’t just come down a student’s throat. “Particularly when they expect a teacher to come at their beck and call.”
I glowered at him, massaging my jaw and throat. It ached.
“Did you use the stick,” Mr Stevens asked, his eyes on me and oblivious to Saint’s double meaning.
“I did.” A ghost of a smile touched Saint’s lips. “Nothing like a solid cane to make them gag on their own tears.”
“Judging by that expression, I’d say she’s learned her lesson.”
“Far from it.” Saint’s brow lifted in an apparent taunt. “A few more solid strikes and I’d say she’ll be perfectly submissive.”
In your dreams.
“Are you all right, Miss Singh.” Principal Stevens neared me while Saint remained at the door. “You look positively winded. Was Mr Sinclair too hard on you?”
“I’m fine, Mr Stevens. Just had something stuck in my throat, that’s all,” I quipped, catching Saint’s raised brow over the principal’s shoulder. “Nothing a little saliva couldn’t alleviate. And no, Mr Sinclair wasn’t hard at all. In fact, he was way too soft, I think old age is tiring him out. I’ve had harder punishment,” I replied, keeping my gaze fixed on Saint, my smile cheeky.
His lips pulled into a thin line, his green gaze intense—the message clear. Game on. And now, I had him exactly where I wanted him. “Can I go now?” I stood. Saint nodded and I left the class without looking at him.
He might’ve twisted my little seduction to his favour but I wasn’t planning to back down. In fact, like Aunt Trina said, ramp it up until they have no choice but to come running to you and that’s what I planned to. Only, Sebastian Sinclair was a hard nut to crack. Thank goodness Saint desired me.
