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I smile to myself, a bit disappointed that she can’t see how evil it looks. “Keep tying you to my desk?”
She takes a deep breath, her ass shifting and the hem of her skirt moving up slightly. “Yeah,” she huffs.
“Tell me exactly.” I am relishing in torturing her mind the same way I’m going to torture her body shortly.
“Keep tying me to your desk,” she says sternly. She doesn’t hesitate and doesn’t stutter. I respect her for her mental strength.
“That’s what I thought.” I move to her other ankle and secure this one with her own uniform tie.
Once I’m sure she can’t close her legs, I undo the laces from her right shoe and slide it out.
“You’re almost ready, Miss Stewart. I am looking forward to your punishment. Aren’t you?”
I stand up, grab her wrists, and tie them tightly together at her back using her laces. I take a step back and grab my phone, going on the camera app and recording.
“You look absolutely perfect like this.” And I’m not lying. She is lying on her stomach on my desk, her wrists tied, and her legs spread open.
Da Vinci could paint her, and he wouldn’t do her justice.
I wrap my hand around the back of her thigh and slide it up, my thumb brushing between her legs as I go over the shape of her ass, bringing the hem of her skirt up as I move up. I bunch it around her hips and leave her exposed. Slipping my index finger under her thong, I slowly run it along the string, pulling it out from between her cheeks as I do so. I keep going until I’m between her legs, and my knuckle is grazing her entrance.
I freeze at how wet she is.
So incredibly wet and warm.
“Miss Stewart,” I chuckle to hide my need. “You are a little whore. Did you know?”
She gasps when I run the tip of my index finger along her entrance, slightly pushing but not entering.
For the first time, she stutters. “Wh-what are you doing?” The panic in her voice makes my dick painfully hard. This is what I want to hear, the fear of being at my mercy.
I pull my hand away and run it along her spine, still protected by her open shirt. Going to the collar, I pull down until she’s practically topless, the material stuck around her bound wrists.
I bend over her, switching the camera into selfie mode. “You wanted a video.” Her entire body tenses at my words. “Let’s make it the best video possible,” I purr into her ear. I bring the phone in front of her face. On the screen, we can see her bent over, crushed under me and my head hovering over hers. “Smile at the camera, Miss Stewart.” A mocking smile pulls at my lips as her eyes widen and she turns away shrieking.
“Bastard!” she screams at me. “Let me fucking go.”
I let out a throaty laugh as she starts fighting her binds and bucking under me. I stand back up and put the camera to the side, still recording even though it can only see the ceiling now.
She attempts to stand up despite her uncomfortable position and nearly manages until I grab the back of her neck and slam her back down.
“You tried to seduce me into fucking you so you could record it and get me fired. Be a big girl and put up with the consequences of your actions.”
“I wasn’t going to have sex with you!” She fights me back despite her chest being crushed onto the desk. “I was just going to get you flirting with me, maybe you trying to sneak your hand under my skirt. Not…not this!”
Keeping a hand at the back of her neck, I spank her ass harshly, making her scream in pain.
“Well, you got even more than what you bargained for,” I growl. “You shouldn’t flirt with the devil. And you should never bend over for him, offering your sweet cunt for him to feast on. Don’t they teach you that in a Catholic school?”
Her fight doesn’t leave her, not when I slap her ass again. It actually becomes worse, especially when I lower the thong made of red lace. I have to stop mid-thigh. Her legs are so spread out that I can’t lower it anymore. It’s tight against her thighs, stretching to accommodate the spread.
“You look delicious,” I say as I massage her ass cheeks. I go lower and lower until three of my fingers are pressing against her clit. Covering the little nub entirely. I can feel her wetness on my hand and decide to taunt her some more.
“We’ll start a new lesson. The topic of today’s class is ‘Why is Haley Stewart so wet when her professor ties her up and scares the shit out of her’?”
“I’m not,” she chokes out as I press against her clit.
“Bonus question. How long can she hold until she starts moaning and begging for more?”
