7. Reign
CHAPTER 7
Reign
M y cock chafed with how much I’d fucked myself since the last meeting with Anna. Imagining what her soft pussy would feel like consumed my thoughts. I couldn’t be bothered to try to think of anything else. Her sweet, breathy moans, the sound I'd wring from her throat as I rammed myself in her.
Fuck, I was getting hard at the mere thought.
I watched the students trickle in little by little, less showing up than the first class. Typical. I wouldn't be surprised if more than half the class dropped by the third week. My phone buzzed in my pocket, indicating that class was to begin. I respected my students enough to always start my class on time . Another reason why lateness sickened me.
The buzzing ceased, hitting the button on the side; I set it on the podium, looking out at the handful that showed up that evening. There was a lot of testosterone in my class this semester; only a few girls registered, and after the first day, the ranks were decimating. Students always succumbed to the crushing reality of my class. Those who remained, would soon be extinguished of their fleeting enthusiasm like candles in a hurricane.
As my eyes scanned the room, I failed to see the one person I was looking for. An emotion I couldn’t identify flared through me. I opened my laptop to pull up the presentation for the class. Before connecting it to the projector, I pulled up the roster.
Anna was still enrolled.
So where the fuck was my little vixen?
I minimized the page and started my lecture. My mind drifted to her every pause, every breath, every question a student asked; the only answer in my mind was her.
Class was almost over.
As if on cue, the door creaked open, drawing the entire class’s attention. One of the more boisterous men scoffed loudly and rolled his eyes, turning back to the pretest I’d just passed out.
Anna didn’t even look at me as she crossed the back of the room to her seat in the corner. Her tiny skirt left little to the imagination. I felt myself harden as she sat down. Just before crossing her legs, I caught a glimpse of the white panties she wore, barely hidden by her sheer tights. Her turtleneck sweater concealed her generous chest.
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes red.
Something was off about her tonight; just what had happened to my little vixen?