“Patience, Jane,” he said, never stopping the movements of his finger. “Great things come to those who wait. Just leave it to me.”
I closed my eyes and nodded my head, as he leaned forward, his chest against my back. We were now both bent over the desk. “Before you know it, I’ll have my dick in you, pushing in and out and feeling everything inside you. But finger you? What a naughty idea. The first thing you’ll feel in that virgin pussy will be my cock.” To make his point, he ground his pants against my tender ass, all the while his finger pleasured my clit.
My moans grew louder as he continued to rub against me. I could feel the build-up inside me, like something great was about to happen.
I kept mouthing out “more”, and he never once stopped moving his finger. My clit was swollen and sensitive beneath his attentions, my pussy lonely. It had never felt like this when I touched myself. I wanted more.
“Fuck me, please,” I begged, when the feeling was getting too much to handle for a virgin like me.
“What did I say about patience, Jane?” he said, his free hand coming down on my bottom, the sting mixing with my need. He sounded both serious and teasing at the same time. “I’m in charge. This is my classroom, isn’t it, Jane?”
I nodded my head.
“Are you the teacher?”
“No.” I wouldn’t know what to do, much less lead someone else. Damn it, Jane. I internally reprimanded myself.
“That’s right,” he ran a hand up and down the back of my bare thigh, making me shudder. “Because I’m your teacher.”
“Yes, sir.” The reply came naturally to my lips.
We were going to have sex – I just needed to wait. We’d get there, but I wanted it now. The heat in my pussy was just too much, and I felt like I was going to lose it.
“Good,” he said, continuing to rub his fingers against me as he leaned forward so I could see his face. “Are you sure you want this, Jane? For me to take your virginity? Once we start, there’s no backing out. You’ll be mine.”
Mine.
I nodded my head against the desk. “Yes.” I said it again but louder this time. “Yes, sir.”
“Perfect. Are you on birth control?”
He stopped when I shook my head. “No. I brought a condom.”
He spanked me again. “You’re mine, Jane. And I want to take you bare. I want to feel everything when my cock is buried balls deep inside you.”
I whimpered at the idea of his cock entering me, skin against skin as he broke through that tight barrier. But I was also afraid. I wasn’t ready for a baby. I wasn’t ready for this.
His finger moved to the entrance of my pussy, circled it. “We’re not having sex today. And we’re not having sex with a condom. Ever. I don’t want anything between us,” he began. “You’re going to the doctor tomorrow and get the birth control shot.”
“Yes, sir.” I nearly wilted in shocked relief. So that was it? This was some kind of tease? A test? What?
His finger moved away and he stepped back. I waited in place for a moment, then pushed up away from the desk. When I spun to face him, his eyes dropped to the apex of my thighs and I quickly pushed my uniform skirt back down before tugging at my panties.
“Those come off.”
I glanced up at him as I was working them up, then gulped, changing direction. I slid them over one foot, then the other, placing them in the hand he held out.
I was achy and needy and so damn horny as I watched him tuck them into his pants pocket. My bottom stung from his punishment. I felt… chastised and I definitely learned one lesson. Mr. Parker was not going to let me get away with anything. I also learned that not coming was more of a consequence than a spanking.
There was a hint of disappointment stirring inside me. So we weren’t having sex today? Was he mad I wasn’t prepared, that I’d told him we’d use a condom?
But all my insecurities and questions flew out the window when he said, “There are other ways we can pleasure ourselves for now…so, so many more ways.”
The sexy smirk on his face both unnerved and excited me.
Going around the desk, he pulled back his chair, sat down.
“I’ll take your virgin mouth first, young lady.”
He crooked his finger and as I came around the desk to join him, he undid his belt buckle. When I stood between his parted knees—him at my front and the desk behind me—his palm came up to cradle my cheek again, and I couldn’t help but nuzzle it closer to him. His hand felt warm and rough, the hands of a man, and it made me feel protected.
A large part of me was nervous at what was about to happen. I’d watched enough porn to know he’d fill and fuck my mouth.