Bedded by the Headmaster

Ch5: Perverted Patience

Susie:

Despite her attempt to appear eager, Susie's blood froze as Arken finished unfastening his trouser lacings, his large cock springing free. The sight of his engorged manhood with its pronounced veins and broad, fat head both fascinated her and made her feel queasy.

This can't be happening.

It was the same thought she always had at this part: a moment of pure disbelief that swirled round and round in her head. How many times had this happened to her before? Granted, not exactly this, but something all too similar that wrenched control away from her.

Was Arken really going to subject her to the same ordeal as the others?

This was not the first time a staff member had visited a student, but it was the first time a teacher had visited her. It was bizarre.

A forbidden line that shouldn't be crossed.

"Let's take these off," Arken said, almost kindly as he hooked a finger on the waistband of her pyjama pants. "What do you say?"

"Yes, sir."

He smiled at her answer, and his reaction made something burn and coil within her.

She waited for him to tear her pants down, or rip them apart, but he didn't. Instead, he simply waited.

It took Susie several seconds to realise that he was waiting for her. Frowning, she lifted her hips up off the bed to help him.

"That's it," Arken murmured in approval, slowly dragging her pants down. The fabric rustled as it slid along her legs, and he lifted each of her feet in turn as he slipped the pant legs off.

Her lace panties followed, gliding along her bare legs.

She watched, perplexed, as he folded them neatly and set them aside. That simple act was almost too cruel, an unnecessary addition to her humiliation.

She waited for him to force her legs apart, but he didn't. Instead, his touch was gentle as he stroked her calves and thighs, coaxing her legs to open.

Once again, he was waiting for her.

All she could think about was that the Headmaster of Volmasque Academy was about to see her pussy, naked and exposed with blonde pubic hair.

Would he like what he saw?

She was afraid he wouldn't, that he would be disgusted, and she hated that she cared what he thought. Especially when he had no right to see her like this—not in her books, anyway.

Her heart was pounding in her chest.

"Whenever you're ready, dear," Arken said patiently as if they had all the time in the world. As if he was willing to wait as long as it took for her to comply.

Why?

Why was he constantly waiting for her to make each move? As though she had any choice in all of this? It was only the illusion of choice, and the pretence was more insulting than the rough way the others had taken her. At least they hadn't pretended she was consenting.

She hated that. The way he was making her complicit in her own assault.

Grudgingly, she spread her legs a couple of inches apart. It wasn't enough to provide him access, but enough for him to see between her legs. Despite her need to get this over and done with, she couldn't bring herself to expose her pussy completely to him.

She waited with bated breath. Last year, her lack of eagerness to spread her legs for an older vampire student had earned her a hard slap.

She was braced for the strike now.