Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 103033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
“I’m s-sorry, Professor,” he croaked, returning the book to his head.
I rubbed my hands down his arms and smiled to myself. “I wonder if it could be done,” I mused quietly. “Do you think you can get me off in two minutes?”
“Y-yes, Professor.” He rushed out the whisper.
Well. As his Owner, I was allowed to grant myself that relief, wasn’t I?
I thought so.
I trailed back to my desk and leaned close to Kingsley, letting him know Gael would stay behind, and I gestured at Tate, in case Kingsley needed something as well.
He did.
“Last but not least—what I lovingly refer to as the solution,” Kingsley said. “The ball gag. The ultimate brat silencer. Works every time. Much like the bit gag, it’s been around for hundreds of years, both in animal control and medical practices.”
Tate and Corey did a semi-all right job of not glaring at Kingsley.
I smirked and checked my watch. “One minute left!”
Walker and Penelope chose that moment to check in on the class.
I adjusted my cock and leaned back against the desk, and Kingsley took a lap to collect the dictionaries. The boys breathed a sigh of relief to get rid of the books on their heads—but they should be proud. Only three drops throughout the class was an improvement over the fourth group we’d had before. Little Camden had dropped his book twice, Lane once, and Nora once too.
“Are you behaving, boys?” Penelope asked.
The boys turned toward the door.
“Yes, Headmistress,” Tate answered.
“They try,” Kingsley drawled.
Penelope and my brother smirked a little and left again.
Cam bit his lip and turned his questionnaire upside down, then placed his pen on top of it, indicating he was done.
Corey followed shortly, then Gael and Tate.
Tate rubbed his temples.
Corey raised his hand.
“Yes, Corey.” I nodded.
He stood up. “I hope you like doodles, Professors.”
I lifted a brow and stifled my amusement. “We prefer correct answers.”
“Well, I prefer fried chicken and questions about frogs, of which I got neither, sooo…I guess we’re even. But thank you for a great class!”
Kingsley and I exchanged a look.
He turned to the boy. “I’ll be having a chat with your Owners about your attitude. You’re dismissed—but Tate and Gael will stay behind.”
Corey made a face and scratched his forehead. “If I’m gonna carpe friggin’ diem, I can’t worry about the regrets I’ll have tomorrow.”
Oh Christ, I hoped Greer and Sloan opted for a public display—and not tomorrow.
“Make us proud, guys,” Cam said slyly to Tate and Gael. “Maybe score us some extra points.”
I chuckled under my breath, and my boy flushed. Judging by the furtive glances he threw at the audience, he was probably wondering if we were going to send them off for the next part, but I saw no reason to. Kingsley didn’t either. Side by side, leaning back against the desk, we summoned our boys to come forward.
“On your knees,” I murmured.
Gael immediately dropped right in front of me, and I undid my belt, then my pants.
Kingsley touched Tate’s cheek. “I hope you scored high today, boy.”
“I think I did, Professor. I wouldn’t want to disappoint you,” Tate replied.
I hummed and pulled out my cock for Gael, and he wasted no time. He closed the distance between us and sucked me into his mouth, and I let out a long breath and gripped the edge of the desk.
My favorite little student. He was such a wonderful cocksucker. So good at pleasing me.
“That’s it,” Kingsley exhaled.
Exactly what we needed.
Fuck.
I took a deep breath and wove my fingers through Gael’s hair, and I began moving him over my cock faster. A bit deeper. And once I was rock hard, I let go of the desk so I could fuck his pretty little mouth properly.
I caught a glint of something shiny in the corner of my eye and spotted a bracelet—or a cuff, rather—on Tate’s wrist. Actually, he had one on each wrist, and I remembered seeing a photo of them online. Kingsley’s collar.
One day, I was going to find something similar for Gael.
I peered down at him and stared hungrily as I pushed my cock in and out of his mouth, and the pleasure built up rapidly. Even more so when he kept trying to snake his soft, wet, greedy little tongue around me every time I pulled out.
He never broke eye contact, and with his big, blue, almost natural puppy-dog eyes, he lured out all my possessiveness in one wild rush. It filled every fiber of my being and tightened my grip on his head. Christ, I was going to own this boy for as long as I lived.
When his eyes welled up at the same time as he grabbed on to the backs of my thighs, I groaned and felt the head of me rub up against the back of his throat. Right there. My breathing became labored within a few thrusts, and I wasn’t going to last much longer.