31. Eleanor #2
I huff an aroused breath, dropping to the worn carpet in front of him, below his desk. His eyes smolder as he looks down at me, ready to do whatever he asks.
“Take out my cock.”
Slick heat rushes between my thighs as I fumble with his belt, freeing his already stiff length. God, it’s gorgeous. Long, thick, snaked with veins, the head dark red and begging for my mouth.
But before I can swallow him down like I so desperately want to, he takes it in his own big hand, stroking it in my face.
My mouth waters at the sight, wanting nothing more than to suck him hard and lick him clean, but he doesn’t let me have it.
Instead, he grips his dick at the base, tapping it on my bottom lip, teasing me.
“You want the headmaster’s cock? Say it.”
I hesitate. He knows I want it, but can I actually say it?
“That’s a shame, Miss Hart.” He shakes his head in disapproval. “It looks like I’ll have to teach you a lesson.” He moves as if to tuck himself back into his pants, and panic zips through me.
“I want your cock,” I say urgently. “I need it, Headmaster Wright.” I fix my gaze on his, deadly serious. “I’ve needed it since day one.”
He groans as his control slips, releasing himself for me to take.
I wrap my fist around him, so hot and hard in my hand, licking his salty tip.
His breath hisses out as I do, a vein popping in his neck as he tenses.
Then I suck him into my mouth, relishing the way he’s big enough to hit the back of my throat, making my jaw ache.
His hand fists in my hair, eyes hooded and dark. “That’s it, baby. Nice and slow.”
But I don’t want to go slow.
I slurp him greedily, one hand on the base of him, the other finding his balls as I tug, massage, pleasure him.
He moans, then catches himself, jaw tightening as he reels his control back in.
His hand tightens in my hair, just enough to send a wisp of pain prickling across my scalp.
The molten heat between my thighs becomes a torrent, and I shift restlessly, loving every second.
“Slowly, Miss Hart. It looks like you need a firmer reminder of who’s in charge.”
I whimper along his shaft, hoping he’ll make good on that promise. He loosens his grip in my hair as I focus on taking my time, focus on worshipping his thick, beautiful cock.
“You fucking love this, don’t you?” he rasps, watching me work him.
He’s right. I love surrendering to him like this, kneeling, obedient, knowing he owns every part of me right now. To show him just how much, I take him right to the back of my throat, eyes watering as I gag on the sheer size of him. He grits out a curse, eyes smoky and hooded.
“You love choking on me like the dirty girl you are.”
God, the way he talks to me makes me feral. Serious, restrained Headmaster Wright saying the filthiest things. Who knew he had this side to him?
My excitement has me speeding up, and the fist in my hair tightens in warning again, but I don’t relent. I want his salty taste on my tongue, spilling down my throat, into my belly. His cock stiffens even more in my mouth, balls tightening in my hand, and I know he’s nearly there.
He growls at my disobedience, releasing my hair and grabbing me by the arm, hauling me roughly to my feet before I can register what’s happening. Then he’s out of his chair, spinning me around, pinning me over his desk, face-down.
Holy shit.
I’ve never been manhandled by a guy like this, a guy I trust, who’s doing what I asked for and doesn’t mean me harm, and it’s so fucking hot.
I whimper as he plunges one hand into my hair again, the other lifting my dress, tugging my panties down. They only make it to the back of my knees before blistering heat breaks out across my backside as his hand strikes me, making wet fire burn between my thighs.
“I said slowly,” he forces out between gritted teeth. “Do it right or I’ll deny you the honor of sucking my cock.”
Another crack on my bare skin, and I emit a low moan as pleasure shudders through my lower half.
I’m dripping, literally dripping. I can feel it on the inside of my thighs.
I squirm, rubbing my legs together, desperate for him to fuck me.
He notices, fingers sliding between my thighs, through the wetness he’s caused without touching me there.
“Look at you,” he says, voice laced with reproach. “What a mess.” Again he spanks me, harder this time, a blinding flash of pain that instantly melts into pleasure.
Fuck, he’s good at this. Good at being so stern and disapproving. I glance at him over my shoulder, needing to check we’re okay, that he’s still only playing. A devilish smirk slants his lips, fingers loosening in my hair to stroke once, reassuring.
“I’m your mess,” I breathe, lifting my ass for more, and he gives a low, dangerous chuckle.
“Yes, you are, baby. So you’d better learn how to behave.” Another blow from his hand, then the hard, blunt tip of him nudges my entrance. But instead of thrusting inside, he teases me, dragging his tip through my slickness, making me quiver with need.
“God, Theo, do it,” I beg, and his hands come to my hips, gripping me hard enough to bruise.
“Naughty girl,” he growls, still teasing my soaked entrance. “So desperate to be filled by the headmaster.”
He’s right, and I’ve lost the will to care, to be ashamed. The need I feel for this man? I’d follow him straight into the flames.
Then he’s inside me, hard and fast, fingers twisting in the strands of my hair again, hips pumping with the same animal intensity he showed on Halloween.
“Next time you want to misbehave,” he rasps, “remember how I fuck you after.”
A laugh shakes out of me as I take his brutal thrusts. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
His hand meets my backside again, hard and loud, the pain mingling with the pleasure of him being inside me, filling me, until he pulls away suddenly, cool air rushing across my ass.
I look back at him, wondering if I’ve said something wrong, but he takes my arm gently, turning me to face him.
Then he sits me on his desk and pulls me into his arms.
“I’m done being rough with you, sweetheart. Come here.”