Page 203 of Plug and Drain

“I’m…the headmaster. I really shouldn’t.”

What the hell is he saying?

“That’s where you draw the line, is it?” Susie asked, sliding her tongue along his neck. “Keeping up appearances?”

“I…”

Words failed him. She released him to unbutton her blazer. Now, her blouse. The thin white fabric parted. The large, perfect swells of her cleavage greeted him, framed by red lace.

Holy fuck.

When…where…how had she acquired a red brassiere?

Above her breasts hung the red plumes of the ribbon tied at her neck, like a large bow on a perfect gift. The brown collar sat higher up on her slender neck, but he didn’t worry about that now.

Arken leant down to kiss her breasts, fire coursing through him as he pressed his face into their full smooth softness. He stifled a low moan, scarcely daring for more, before she’d suddenly freed her breasts, the rosy nipples hardening as he suckled them.

She was perfect. So, so incredibly perfect.

Should he take it slow? Susie was fully recovered, but still, it was best to be careful…

She answered that question by unfastening his belt and trousers with swift rough movements.

He jerked as she took hold of his hard shaft and rubbed him, pulling him free.

“I need you,” she said with urgency, fingers digging into his shoulders as she lifted a leg around him.

He swallowed, the edges of his vision darkening with spots as he felt the last of his restraint slip.

“Tell me to stop if it gets too much—”

“Arken! I don’t want you to stop.” She placed her hand on his cheek, staring into his eyes. “I never want to stop.”

Before he knew it, he was lifting her up, and she was wrapping her legs around him, her short skirt riding up to expose her generous thighs. Her arms were around his neck, and he slid her up the door, wondering when it was that she’d undone his waistcoat and shirt.

She clung to him with one arm, the other slipping down to take hold of his shaft. As he held her in place, panting heavily as she guided him towards her entrance, he couldn’t help but laugh at how completely in control she was.

Shock rippled through him when his broad head contacted her wet folds.

Arken narrowed his eyes at her. “Are you not wearing any panties?”

He hissed as she pushed her hips against him in answer, her heat swallowed him whole, engulfing his aching cock.

Oh, he would definitely allow her to lead him anywhere she pleased.

They groaned together as he sank deeper into her, his eyes flying shut. He wound one arm around her waist, and the other clamped on her hip, breathing in the scent of her hair as he pulled her onto him until he bottomed out.

Susie gave a whimpering cry.

He froze. “Too much?”

“No,” she moaned. “This is…good.”

Just good? He would improve on that soon.

He began slowly, with small movements and gentle slides to stretch apart her cunt and make her writhe.

But Susie was not slow. Her claws sunk into his back through his shirt, adding to the collection of marks on his skin. There was no time to wonder if they were involuntary or if she was purposefully marking him, because she began to buck, slamming her hips against him with force that made him gasp.