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The way this male is able to push all my buttons and make a mess of me is insane.

It’s like he short-circuits my brain, and it’s my pussy that’s in command when he’s around.

He’s not good for my sanity, or for my libido.

Actually, he’s good for my libido. Maybe a little too good. He sends it into overdrive each time he gets close to me.

And if anything, this morning proved one thing. I don’t know how to resist him.

I’m like a moth, and he’s a flame.

I feel like if I let him get too close, I’m going to burn.

But somehow, that’s something I already knew. This is exactly why I’ve tried to stay away from him.

This is exactly why I refuse to see him outside of my classroom.

I know that if there is a chance that we cross paths outside of school, my will will be weak and I’ll succumb to the temptation.

Everything else be damned.

What I didn’t know is what he said right before disappearing from my classroom—and I blame this for not reporting the fact that he left more than an hour early from detention to the dean.

“When you’ve made up your mind, I’d like to show you.”

To show me how a knot would feel inside of me.

Fuck.

I answered “maybe” because I was ashamed of answering “yes,” or, hell, because I thought he would judge me for my depraved mind.

I wasn’t expecting him to actually be the owner of a knot.

Or to want me to feel it.

But now that’s all I can think about.

Fuck.

It was easy to tell myself that I didn’t want him—even if I was doing a poor job at that—when I didn’t know anything about his specific cock, but now that I know that, he’s just gained more appeal, and I feel like I’m about to explode.

I can’t go home, though. There’s a time stamp on all the class keys, and the dean will know if I leave early.

I wouldn’t put it past him to set up a notification on mine just to make sure I’m as punished as my student.

And punished I am.

Not the way the dean would expect, though.

I’m punished because, here I am, sitting on my own desk, legs spread, my breathing completely erratic, and my pussy clamping around nothing.

I’m pretty sure Louis almost made me come just with his reading, his little touches and his taunting.

He hasn’t touched me the way I wanted, and yet, I’m a mess.

I hike my skirt up and slip my panties to the side.

I won’t be able to think until I come.