Chapter 2 #2
“Yes, yes, it is,” I growl, backing away. I need to put some distance between us or I’m going to tackle her right here in the classroom. “Come see me in my office, and we’ll discuss your punishment and go over the dress code requirements together.”
She whimpers something to me as I make a quick exit. Something adorable and slightly argumentative, trying to bring out the bad man in me. And I can’t let her.
But fuck me if I don’t want to grab her by the hair and slide my hand up between those thighs. I bet her panties are drenched. Sexy little minx, exposing herself to me like that.
As far as I know, Gracie’s never had a boyfriend. She’s been on dates but never anything serious. And she’s not the type to be out there having one-night stands.
Which means she’s untouched…
The things I could teach her.
I pace quickly through the halls to my office and slam the door behind me. The administration would kill me if they knew, but I keep a bottle of scotch hidden in the cabinet to wind down after a long day. But thanks to Gracie, I need a drink now.
Breaking one small rule, about to break an even bigger one…
It’s smooth but still burns a bit going down, which is good. For a brief moment, it takes my mind off her curves. Off the forbidden fantasy at play in my mind.
A knock at the door almost makes me choke. “Mr. Davis?” My chest tightens.
Regina! What the hell does she want right now?
“Yes?” I call out, quickly putting the scotch away. The door swings open, and Regina leans in, an over-the-top smile on her face.
“I just had a question about the homework—”
“Can this wait?” I ask as my face goes hot. “I have to…deal with something.”
She’s disappointed but hides it well with an even faker smile. “Sure, Mr. Davis.”
She turns and nearly bumps into Gracie, who strides confidently past her and into my office. It’s subtle, but I catch Regina shoot her the evil eye before turning and walking off down the hall.
I take a deep breath and pull my chair up to my desk, hiding my bulge the best I can. Everything I should not do is racing through my mind. I know what the rules are. How I’m supposed to behave. The question is, will I be able to hold out?
“Gracie,” I say, keeping my voice level.
She and her plump lips are like a dream. It takes every ounce of willpower in me not to rake her body with my gaze, from her breasts that are threatening to burst from her shirt to her silky thighs that have me salivating.
I swallow hard and gesture to the seat in front of me. She sits, again crossing her legs, the tiniest hint of a smile on her face.
“What are you doing here, Gracie?”
She flutters her eyelids, feigning innocence. “You told me to come, Mr. Davis.”
Oh, so that’s how she wants to play it. Okay, I’ll take part in her game.
“You’re twenty years old. You graduated.”
Her smile grows, and she shrugs lazily, stretching her arms out, plumping up the juicy mounds on her chest. My thigh muscles nearly cramp as I tense up. I’m a pot about to boil over.
“The office has a transfer order saying I’m a student here.”
Wow. If that’s true, she really put some effort into this.
My eyes start to slip. Her body’s curves are simply too much to handle. I can feel myself starting to crack. Just the way she shifts in her seat has me sweating under my dress shirt.
“But your father—”
“Doesn’t know I’m here,” she replies. “And I would like to keep it that way.”
She smooths her skirt, and the cracks continue. My eyes move down, tracking the motion involuntarily. I’m breathing heavily through my nose, my chest starting to heave.
She has no idea what she’s doing, tempting me like this.
Or does she?
She clearly has a plan of some kind, and I stare like a man hypnotized as she rises from her chair and lifts her bag. “Do you want to go over the dress code with me, or should I go?”
My hands are tingling, desperate to touch her. My erection throbs with painful desire. Sweat drips down my body as I swallow hard and gasp for breath.
You can’t do it. She’s Tom’s daughter!
Gracie sighs and shakes her head, and as she turns for the door, I realize I haven’t even responded. I’ve just been staring like a madman, dragging my eyes up and down her body, fighting back temptation.
But it’s not working. I’m collapsing inside.
Maybe just this once…
She reaches out for the doorknob, and that’s when the spark shoots through me. An electric shock that causes me to bark, “Stop right there!”
The volume of my voice startles her, and she jumps slightly, causing those sweet mounds on her chest to jiggle like treats I want to sink my teeth into.
Instantly, I’m on my feet. I cross the room, stopping myself an inch from her mouth. Her back hits the door. I reach around her and lock it.
So I’m going to hell. At least it’ll be worth it.
She lets out a gasp as I take her roughly by the tie and force her down on my desk. Licking my lips, I run my finger up the back of her thigh, feeling every hot inch, until I reach the hem of her skirt.
“This is way too short,” I growl. “A violation of code.”
Her eyes flash as she glances back over her shoulder at me. “I apologize.”
“And this?!” I bark, taking her top button between my finger. The heat from her breasts pulls at my hand, daring me to take things further. “Top buttons must never be undone.”
From this angle, her cleavage is even more mouthwatering. I saw her once in a bikini and shorts when I came over to see Tom but instantly looked away. I knew it was wrong. And it still is.
The only difference is that now I can’t look away.
“And…are you going to punish me?” she asks, her voice a seductive whisper that sends my testosterone levels sky-high.
That’s it. She’s broken me. I’ve lost control.
“You’re damn right I am,” I snarl, hiking her skirt up over her hips to reveal the most beautiful, juicy little ass I’ve ever seen. She’s wearing a thong, showing off both cheeks that curve up to a slim waist just begging for my hands.
And like before, there’s that tiny little patch of moist fabric. The only thing hiding her virgin pussy from me.
“Bad girls get punished,” I grunt, licking the palm of my hand as my vision narrows, everything in the world blurring but her. “It’s the only way to keep them in line.”
“Am I a bad girl, Mr. Davis—?” she starts to ask, but her voice cuts off as I spank her hard on her left cheek. She lets out a mewl that penetrates my chest as she bucks her hips back. Almost on impulse, I grit my teeth and spank her other cheek. Hard.
“Yeah, you are. You’re a bad girl.”
Her ass jiggles, but her flesh is so plump and youthful that it springs back immediately. I’m already picturing what it would look like bouncing back against my thighs while I piston in and out of her from behind.
I spank her again, and this time, I see a tiny line of pearl translucence dripping down her thigh. My bad girl student is horny for me. And I’ve lost my self-control.
I need MORE.
Her ass reddens with my next spank. The desk shakes, and she covers her hands to muffle her moan. The revelation of what I’m doing is not lost to me. This is Tom’s daughter. She’s beyond off-limits. I’m also at school. In my goddamn office. We could be interrupted at any moment.
I’ve never crossed this line. Never been tempted by a student. But then again, Gracie’s not really a student. Not technically.
Standing behind her, I can smell her pheromones radiating out from her pussy. A sweet freshness like a smooth, buttery tea that has me salivating.
Before I know what’s happening, I’m down on my knees with my nose pressed against her soaked panties. A deep inhale nearly causes me to pass out. I grab her ass cheeks with both hands and spread her, allowing me deeper access.
I’m losing all control…
I’m harder than I’ve been in years. I’ve got my best friend’s daughter, who’s half my age, bent over my desk in my office with her skirt hitched up over her hips and my nose buried in her fresh pussy.
“You wore this outfit to tease me, didn’t you, Gracie?” I growl, my gravelly voice vibrating into her soft flesh. She slumps forward, scattering items from my desk onto the floor. “To get me to do this.”
“Whatever do you mean?” she snarks coyly, fueling my desire.
I’ve lost it. Holding back is no longer an option. I extend my index finger, hook the hem of her panty line, and am ready to pull when the bell rings again. Time for next period.
“Fuck,” I growl, slumping back like a deflated balloon.
Gracie twists and smooths her skirt down. Looking up at her, reality crashes down on me like a meteor.
This is Tom’s daughter, you prick! What were you thinking?!
My chest is heaving, and her lips are plump, just begging to be kissed. I know her pussy is dripping too, and her ass is red from my punishment. I want more, but I can’t have it.
It takes every bit of strength I have to stand. With the back of my hand, I wipe the sweat from my eyes, and once I’m looking down at her, I see the consequences of what will happen if I let this continue.
My brain may understand, but my body is still raging. My lips are twitching, rioting against the words I know I must speak. But with my eyes on her, a tornado of seductive innocence, I simply can’t.
With a deep breath, I close my eyes and form a blank slate in my mind. I am a teacher. Tom’s friend. I’m no saint, but this is wrong.
“Gracie, this can’t happen again…”
The moment stretches on in silence until I finally open my eyes to her staring back at me, eyes narrow. I brace myself for her response, waiting for her to lash out, call me names. Maybe even just storm out of the school and go home, seeing as how she’s not really a student here.
But to my surprise, she simply runs a finger over her lips and nods.
“Okay. Sure.”
Her voice says one thing, but her eyes say otherwise.
I see the tease, the tempting, the little game she’s playing as she walks past me and unlocks the door.
I’m still stiff as a brick. That thing isn’t going anywhere. I’m going to have to do something about it before my next class.
My eyes remain locked on Gracie as she walks out, her hips swaying like a slow-mo beauty shot, and that’s when I finally realize the truth…
I don’t have a chance against this girl.