Mr. Y continued with his lesson, tryin ag to ignore the cold eyes that tried to freeze him in place. It was hard to not focus on her. His didactic instincts compelled him to keep an eye on her seeing as she was far away from the rest of the classnd able to do whatever she wanted. But he always just caught her indifferent gaze on him. When the lesson finally ended, she tried leaving without saying another word but he quickly grasped her elbow to stop her from exiting. "When are you going to make up that quiz?" He asked.
He looked around to see if any other students were around. When he noticed that they were the only two in the classroom, he pulled her into the supply closet. "Okay, what's wrong?" He asked in an annoyed tone.
"Nothing!" She exclaimed. "I don't get why you would think something's wrong." She was starting to feel a little stuffy in such a small supply closet with the man she clearly wanted to avoid. Mr. Y brought his hand forward to trace the skin around her elbow. He smiled a little seeing the goose bumps rise to easily.
"Did I do something?" He asked.
Kat scoffed. "Don't be so fucking full of yourself."
He glared at her. "Watch your language around me," he said in his authoritative tone.
"Oh so now you're my teacher," she snorted and pressed herself against him. She teasingly licked the line of his jaw and kissed his chin. In a sultry voice, she added, "You seem to forget who you are when you're fucking me senseless."
Shit, he cursed himself. He couldn't believe he got hard at that little advancement. He knew better than that.
He had better stamina and will power. Nonetheless, he made his way to the door and locked it with his key. Turning around, he saw a wide grin spread on her face. Annoyed at her clear amusement, he shoved her onto a nearby stack of Biology books and tore the shirt right off her chest. He was just too angry to bother with being gentle. He shoved her around, forcing her to bend her ass towards him. She mewled when she felt him knead the flesh of her hips as he grinded himself against her. He would make her beg, just for being so insolent today.
He dug his nails into her skin, making her writhe underneath him and create a tantalizing friction between the two. She gasped audibly when she felt him rip away her flimsy underwear and quickly dig his long, large fingers into her warmth. Jesus, those long motherfuckers really reached right up to her innermost walls. To shut her up, Mr. Yellk shoved the fingers of his free hand into her mouth which she greedily sucked on. "You want to question my fucking authority again?" He hissed right into her ear.
She smiled and let her teeth scrape against the pad of his forefinger. Narrowing his eyes, he curved the fingers that were inside of her. She let out a cry and tried to squirm away from him but his fingers hooked on the inside of her mouth. She was a fish out of water. Her gasps gradually became more audible which compelled Yellk to stuff his tie into her mouth. He slipped his fingers out, licking the moisture she had left behind. Her sudden dry laugh had brought his attention back to her.
