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My cock throbbed in time with my heart as I stared at her, my mind racing with all the depraved things I wanted to do to her. But I couldn’t. I needed to stop myself from going any further down this path. I had to do something about it.
“I, um, I’m sorry about your coffee,” she muttered. I shook myself, realizing I’d been staring at her as I fought with my inner self.
“It’s not a problem, Winona.” At the sound of her name, her cheeks flushed.
“Everyone calls me Winnie,” she said quietly, glancing around.
“Winnie,” I repeated, testing the new name. “Is that what you’d prefer to be called?” Before the question was out, she was nodding.
“Please.”
“Then that’s what you’ll be called.” I smiled gently at her, resting the papers on my desk.
“I have money,” she blurted. “I can buy you another coffee.” I blinked, puzzled at the words.
“You needn’t do that.” I shook my head. “It was just a few dollars.” She looked unsure and ready to bolt, still looking antsy. But she nodded, gripping the leather strap of her bag tighter.
“Alright,” she breathed. We stared at each other for a few more moments, and I swear the air in my lungs froze. I couldn’t breathe, not with the heavy weight of her eyes on me.
She didn’t strip me bare the way Cassandra’s unnerving gaze had. Winona’s—Winnie’s—was entirely different. It was like she saw past the exterior of who I was, saw past the mistakes that had led me to this moment, and saw the true man beneath it all. Saw the man I’d been before.
And that weighed heavier on me than the threat of my secrets coming to light ever could. I wanted to be the man she thought I was. Because it was clear she thought I was something…good. Something special.
She looked at me like I was put on this earth to do something great.
For her, I’d make it happen. For her, I’d do anything to keep that spark in her eyes—that wonder and admiration.
“I’ll see you around,” she mumbled, her hand tightening on the strap of her bag. My cock begged me to remove the confining band from around it, begged me to let it fill with blood, and stroke it until it came and came and came.
My chair slammed against the wall as I stood. Eyes turned toward us, mutterings of “What just happened?” filling the space, but I ignored it all.
“If you’ll excuse me.” I barely got the words out before I raced across the room and threw open the door. The cool air of the hallway assaulted me as I strode from my classroom, knowing I’d made too big of a scene. But I couldn't help myself. My cock felt like it was about to fall off.
It hurt, but not because of the band around it. It hurt because of the need. The soul-deep need I had to fuck that girl.
Shoving the bathroom door open, I let it slam against the wall behind it as I hurried to the closest stall. Men glanced my way but mostly ignored me, zipping up their pants and washing their hands before quietly leaving the room.
I waited until I was alone before I let my pants fall. I stared down at my swollen cock, the band too tight around the base. I squeezed it, watching a bead of clear liquid ooze from the tip. God, what I wouldn’t give to smear that across her lips right now.
I wanted her in this little stall with me, her knees resting on the dirty floor while she bobbed her head on my dick, making it so hard and thick, so ready to burst, the band would snap.
Maybe it would hit her cheek, a welt appearing on the smooth skin. The mark would make me absolutely fucking feral. It would send me into a crazed spiral, and I’d rip a hole in whatever panties she was wearing before pressing her body against the wall. I’d slide into her without mercy or preamble and fuck her until the small bolts holding the stall together threatened to break.
Fuck.
I took a deep breath through my nose as I squeezed, letting the tip drip and soak precum into the fabric of my pants. I couldn’t do this at school, but my hand felt too good, and these images assaulting my mind of what my little fawn would look like as she took my thick cock in her little pussy wouldn’t let up.
So I slid my finger under the rubber band and hesitantly lifted it. If my body wouldn’t listen to sense, then it wouldn’t have a choice but to listen to abuse.
I let go of the band, the snap ricocheting off the walls of the bathroom. I slammed my palm flat against the wall at the sharp bite of pain. Yet the hardness wouldn’t go away; the incessant need for her still filled me.
I did it again.
And again.
I snapped the band against my skin over and over, marking it with welts. I tried to breathe through the pain, but with each pop of elastic, I stomped my foot, gritted my teeth, curled my fingers into my palm—it fucking hurt. It hurt worse than anything I’d ever experienced, but I couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t. Not until my cock was at its normal soft state again. Not until Winnie was out of my mind for good.
Tears burned my eyes, and my breathing shuddered as I watched it reluctantly deflate. I slid the band off, hissing at the pain of it rubbing against my fresh lashes, swollen and tender. I rolled the band over my hand, settling it on my wrist, before stooping to grab my pants. The fabric hurt as it rested against my newly abused flesh, and I ground my teeth together, swallowing thickly, before walking out of the stall, feeling a bit bowlegged.
