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)
She’s enjoying this. She’s enjoying playing the little fucking tease and pushing my buttons harder and harder to see when she’ll get a bigger reaction. And trust me when I say she’s about to get a very big “reaction.”
“You just like being a bad girl instead, is that it?”
She whimpers. She fucking whimpers when I call her a bad girl, and God help me, it takes everything I have not to shred her clothes off and claim her right there.
“Maybe,” she breathes, her bottom lip quivering slightly as her big green eyes stare into mine. I can see the cracks her armor starting to appear — the way the eagerness behind her face stats to bloom through until her eyes are practically begging me to bury myself between her legs.
“I hope you’re aware that in previous times, bad girls like you would be spanked by their Headmaster.”
She whimpers again, lips tightening as she swallows. Slowly, her soft little pink tongue darts out to wet those lips, and I can feel the beast inside about to tear it’s way out.
“Well who are we to tread on tradition?” she says quietly.
“There are rules now.”
“I’m not the biggest fan of rules,” she tosses back, her breasts rising and falling and her cheeks flushed red.
“Careful,” I growl.
“Of what?”
“Me.”
Tempest gasps, this sexy little breathy sound that has my cum-filled balls throbbing with need for release.
“You think I’m scared of some new Headmaster who thinks he can just show up and—”
“You should be.”
“Tough.”
My jaw clenches. “Has anyone ever told you you’re a little brat?”
“Has anyone ever told you you’re old?”
My resolve shatters.
“Turn around,” I growl.
Tempest’s brows go up.
“What?” she says in a shaky voice.
“Turn. The. Fuck. Around,” I hiss, moving right against her and letting her feel every single inch of my body pressing into her. She whimpers, and I know she can feel my cock pulsing hot and hard against her belly. I move back an inch to give the space to follow through with my orders.
“Since you seem to enjoy being a bad girl, I’m going to treat you accordingly,” I say, my voice thick with need for her. “And as you said, who are we to tread on tradition?”
Her jaw drops as my lips pull back in a hungry smile.
“Turn around, Ms. Kensington,” I mutter.
Tempest’s face is bright red, and her big green eyes are glistening with something between shock and lust when she slowly nods. Slowly, like she’s still not sure this is real, she turns around.
“Bend over,” I growl lowly, my eyes sliding up and down her lean, exposed legs.
“W-what?” she gasps, her voice shaking.
“Bend over the desk,” I whisper darkly into her ear, coming up right behind her. “Ms. Kensington, I’m going to show you what your old new Headmaster does to naughty little brats like you.”
5
Christian
She does as she’s told, and it makes me groan as I watch my gorgeous, teasing little obsession stretch out across my big desk. Her skirt pulls up high — so high I can just see the bottom curve of the tight little globes of her ass. I can see the muscles of her legs straining tight, her blonde hair cascading around her shoulders as she rests her elbows on the desk, her back arched so seductively.
I move behind her, and without waiting another goddamn second, I reach down, close my fingers on the hem of her pleated tartan skirt, and pull it up — all the way up, until with an animal groan deep inside my chest, her entire little peach of an ass is exposed to me.
She’s wearing a fucking thong. I’m not sure if I was expecting something cliched like white cotton ones out of a schoolgirl porno, but there’s something so fucking hot about the very grown up black lace tucked tight between the soft globes of her ass that has me ready to tear it off with my teeth.
Her skirt up around her waist, I bring my hand down, every caveman instinct in me roaring like a beast before I let my palm rest on the impossibly soft skin of her ass. She whimpers, arching her back and almost subtly pushing her little ass back into my hand. My grip tightens, my cock lurching in my pants as I grab her butt in my hand.
“Bad girls get punished, Ms. Kensington,” I purr. We’ve completely blown past anything even remotely resembling “the rules,” but I don’t give a shit. My attraction to and need for this angelic creature stretched out before me is all-consuming.
She’s my everything, and I’m going to show her exactly what that means…even if I have to spank this drum-tight little ass until it’s red and swollen first.
“Five, Ms. Kensington,” I growl right into her ear, loving the way she literally moans as my lips brush her ear. “Count them out loud.”