Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Tempest Kensington is a grade-A brat. And she’s about to get a very thick, very firm dose of discipline.
…Over my knee, on hers, and holding her fucking ankles above her head as I slide every goddamn inch of my cock into her tight little slit.
She knows where we’re going, and I follow her, my head still swimming and my cock still taking up all the blood in my body as we step into the reception area of the Headmaster’s office. Ms. Vitney, my receptionist, smiles brightly at me, but I wave her off.
“Hold my calls,” I mutter gruffly, barely able to speak as I watch Tempest step ahead of me into my office.
“Actually, take a long lunch, Milly,” I say as innocently as I can, making sure to stand with her computer monitor between us, lest she see the massive bulge at the front of my suit pants. The truth is, I want to be alone with Tempest. I don’t want anyone on the other side of the office door listening in to what I’m about to do to this little tease, or worse, interrupting me.
Milly glances sharply at my office and at Tempest who’s standing just inside, her back to the door.
“That one,” she clicks her tongue, shaking her head. “You know what they say, Mr. Knolls. You can’t give troublemakers like that a single inch.”
“I don’t plan to, Ms. Vitney,” I say gruffly, plastering a thin smile on my face as she gets up from her desk, gathers her lunch cooler, and heads out of the office area.
I plan on giving her nine.
I wait until she’s gone before I close the door to the office reception room, whirl, and storm into my office. Tempest is standing facing me, her ass against the edge of my desk and her bottom lip caught between her lips. I growl lowly, like an animal, as I close the door to my office and cross my arms over my broad chest, my eyes locked onto her.
“Am I in trouble, Mr. Knolls?”
She purrs it out like the little kitten she is, her eyes burning fiercely and her voice dripping sex. The blood roars in my ears, and even if I’m doing my best to resist the urge to tear her clothes off right there, bend her over my desk, and fuck her bratty little cunt into submission, it’s a battle I’m not going to be able to win much longer. Not when she’s looking at me like that, and sucking that pouty little lip like that, and dressed like that.
Not when every instinct in my head is screaming that she wants to be here right now. She looks nervous, but not scared. She looks defiant, but not angry. This isn’t a little fuck up who’s pissed that she’s found herself in trouble in the Headmaster’s office.
…This is a little tease, and the look on her face says she’s exactly where she wants to be. The thought has my jaw grinding tight, my hands clenching at my sides. But once I notice it, there’s no getting away from it. I might be ready to put Tempest Kensington over my knee and show her what happens to bad little girls, but that look in her eyes says one thing: she’s as eager to take the punishment as I am to mete it out.
“Smoking. Really?”
She shrugs, trying to look coy but instead just looking so fucking appetizing with that defiant look on her face.
“I’m an adult. I’m allow—”
“Barely,” I growl out, moving towards her. I can feel the heat of her small body as I get closer, like this pulsing beacon that’s dragging me closer to sin and temptation.
She swallows, her little bravado act faltering just a little as I move closer, my much bigger frame towering over hers.
“I’m allowed to smoke,” she says quietly.
“No, you’re not. Not on school grounds at least.”
I pause, my mouth tightening and my eyes leveling with her.
“Actually, you know what? You’re not allowed to smoke anywhere from here on.”
Her brows arch. “Says who?”
“Me,” I growl, moving even closer to her.
“You can’t tell me what to do,” she shoots back, her voice heavy with her breath and her chest rising and falling, her sweet, pillowing tits straining against her blouse.
“Watch me.”
She gasps as I move right against her, barely an inch from touching her body with all of mine. My hands move to either side of her, holding onto my desk and pinning her against it like my prey. Her breath catches, this sexy little gasp that sends a direct response right to my swollen cock.
“Your file says you have problems with authority, you know.”
“I’m sure it does,” she whispers back.
“Prone to disobedience.”
“Or maybe I just don’t like old men telling me what to do.”
My jaw clenches tight, but my eyes flash, seeing the fire behind hers.