Tease Me

Part One

He traces the edge of his lips with his thumb, making me crave the warmth of his body on mine.

Five minutes... Four minutes...

I try to tear my eyes away, but I'm unable to concentrate. "Words, I need words. Just use your English skills and write, Myra!" I think to myself. But he's...

Three minutes...

Finally, admitting defeat to myself, I raise my hand. "Ms. Langfield, may I extend my time to finish my essay?"

"Yes Myra, I'll write you in for fourth period."

How did I know that was going to be the answer. I look at him and he looks at me with dark eyes. I don't want to go but I need to do well on this assignment... But at the same time...

The bell rings and the class exits the room. I linger as the crowd leaves so I can avoid him but he stays back as well. "I'll see you in fourth period." He says with a smirk.

I bite my lip, holding in the angry words I know I will regret later. I storm off to the girls bathroom where I punch the cinder block wall. "Fuck." I growl as I cup my sore fist in my hand. "Why do I do this to myself?" I mutter as I run cold water over my fist.

Fourth period comes all too soon. I mentally prepare myself for what I need to write. Just a few more paragraphs, I can do this. I walk confidentially into the room, pencil case in my hand to hide my bruises.

I sit as far away from him as possible. Of course it's almost empty with only one other student accompanying us, why can't I ever lose him in a crowd? And of course the teacher assigned to watch us is Mr. Richards, he always forgets.

As I'm finishing my last few sentences, the only other human being here (and the one saving me from him) gets up and leaves. I scribble the end of the essay onto the paper before I walk past him and place my papers in the bucket on the front desk. I try to walk past him again to get to the door but he grabs my wrist and I flinch.

"What did you do now, silly girl?" He asks me quietly as he extends my fingers so he can see my hurt hand.

"Nothing." I mutter, turning my face away from him.

"Did you follow orders, my sweet girl?" He whispers as he presses his lips to each of my knuckles.

"Y-Yes..." I breathe. Two weeks without anything, completely cut off from any sexual interaction. No matter how much I begged him to let me pleasure myself in his stead.

"Good girl." He says before he pulls me down onto his lap backwards so I can feel his chest against my back. He holds my hips as I try to squirm away from his grasp.

"Stop teasing me..." I moan. But he doesn't stop because he knows how bad I want him.

"Do you want me to stop?" He whispers in my ear as he slides his hand gently up my shirt. I shake my head no. "Then let me fuck you." He kisses the back of my neck. I look over at the door urgently. "It's locked." He assures me.

I bite my lip, trying not to be too loud as he slides his hand up my shorts. "Baby..." I moan as he presses his hand against my aching opening. My breath catches, "Don't stop."

He suddenly stands up, pulling me with him. Not saying a word, he lifts me up and I wrap my legs around him. I can feel his throbbing erection against me as he kisses me hard and deep.

I try to fight logic. "We can't..." I breathe.

"Why not?" He asks, his eyes dark and demanding. The heat spreads through me as he slips his hand back up my skirt. He doesn't just massage me, he slips two fingers in and I can't argue against it anymore. I grind my hips against his hand.

He pushes me against the blackboard. "Mm..." I groan as he thrusts against me.

"Hands up." He commands. I do as I'm told as he pulls my shirt over my head and undoes my bra easily so I'm left in nothing but my shorts and shoes. I shiver as the cold air brushes against my nipples. He warms them with his tongue before trailing little love marks up my neck.

I try to lower my arms again but he forces them above my head with one hand. "Keep your hands up here." He tells me with a smirk.

"Yessir." I nod.

He fingers me harder as I feel my climax building. I haven't cum in so long...

But then the bell sounds, loud and clear, cutting our session short. "I'll see you next time baby." He whispers as he sets me down before leaving me half naked and shaking slightly.

"I hate you so much." I growl even though he has already left as I get dressed quickly before the next class comes in.

I'll get him back for that tonight.