Shit, things with Elaine are even worse than I thought...
I figured she’d calm down the next day—that we’d talk at school as soon as we saw each other again.
But no.
It’s actually gotten worse.
Without saying a word, she changed seats—moved to the far edge of the classroom—and the cruel, mocking comnts from our classmates didn’t take long to start.
«Ren and Elaine must’ve had a serious fight.»
«They seed inseparable. He must’ve really ssed up.»
«Yeah, maybe he even banged her mom too.»
Comnts that obviously pissed off both and Elaine... but surprisingly, soone else seed even angrier: Brianne.
«What happened between them is none of your damn business! Shut up if it doesn’t concern you!»
Who would’ve thought? That girl really has a heart of gold.
In our class, the desks are arranged in pairs.
Until yesterday, Elaine was sitting right next to .
Now there’s just an empty seat.
All morning, people kept bugging her to spill the reason for our breakup—not because they cared, but just to get more gossip to spread.
Of course, she didn’t say a word.
And once again, it was Brianne who stepped in and chased away that swarm of nosy idiots like a bodyguard shielding a celebrity from the paparazzi.
Ah... what a shitshow.
And if all that wasn’t enough, even Professor Clare Ashby had to get involved.
You rember her, right? The math teacher who made my grades skyrocket.
During break, it was just the two of us in the classroom—normally, I’d go with Elaine to grab snacks from the vending machines, but today I’m not in the mood to leave my seat.
«Ren... I don’t know what kind of relationship you and Elaine had, or what happened between you two. But whatever it is, you’d better get over it quickly. You froze during the oral test this morning, and that’s not like you—not in my subject. Maybe... you need so tutoring on what we covered? Co to my office after class. If you want to talk about it, I’ll listen.»
Tutoring? Therapy session? Yeah right, I know exactly what this slut wants.
It’s been months since I last set foot in her office for so "tutoring", but I’ve definitely been busy elsewhere.
And sure enough, my instincts never fail.
«R-Ren... to solve this equation, you have to... aaaaah...»
Good thing we’re the only ones left in school—if anyone else heard the way she’s moaning right now, it’d be a disaster.
Two and a half minutes—that’s how long the "tutoring" lasted before we moved on to the real reason I ca to her office.
Maybe at first she really believed it’d be a normal study session.
She sat at her desk, I sat beside her, both of us pretending to read those boring math principles from the textbook.
Does she seriously think I ca here for tutoring?
The mont we started reading, my hand was already between her thighs, gently caressing her.
I didn’t push further—at least not right away.
Teasing a woman, making her squirm while she tries to keep her cool... it’s the most entertaining thing in the world.
«R-Ren, I’m your teacher, you’re my student... this is wrong, we can’t...» she pants, but even she doesn’t believe what she’s saying.
It’s probably just instinct—a script she’s used to reciting because of her role.
Her body clearly disagrees.
Professor Clare Ashby is a beautiful woman in her pri—not even forty yet, and she’s been teaching for ten years.
It’s hard to believe I’m the first student she’s done this with... I an, who knows how many guys she’s fucked before —or maybe still is.
I’d really love to find out, but to make her confess that kind of stuff, I need to get her in the right mood.
And sure enough, the next second she’s already leaning forward, her mouth wrapped around my cock, nails digging into my thighs.
I brush a lock of blonde hair from her face—I want a good look.
I place my hand on her head, fingers tangled in her hair, and slowly push her down.
She lets out a muffled cough as I hit the back of her throat, but she doesn’t complain.
Not even a flinch.
Professor Ashby is known for being cold and strict.
I’ve heard plenty of classmates complain about how harsh and demanding she is... but she’s the complete opposite when she’s with .
Maybe, after a lifeti of being stern and untouchable, she’s realized she needs soone to dominate her.
Soone who says and does the things no one in school would ever dare.
If that’s the case, then I’m exactly that person.
And I really go all in—while we fuck, I treat her worse than a slave or an animal.
Maybe that’s why she keeps coming back.
I stand up—my cock towering in front of Clare.
She does the sa, but I lightly push her back down onto the chair.
«I didn’t say you could get up,» I tell her coldly.
Yeah, that’s exactly what she wants. I give her a small signal with my hand... and she kneels before , tongue out like a dog waiting for its master.
I step closer, my cock just inches from her mouth, and she stays perfectly still, eyes half-lidded and glassy, staring at it.
She won’t move unless I tell her to.
One more step forward and I push into her mouth again—only then does she start licking with desperate hunger, like it’s the first cock she’s ever tasted.
«I... I’m your slut, right Ren? I’m your slut, aren’t I?»
Perfect timing.
«Yeah, Clare. You’re my slut. But... are you only mine, or are you soone else’s too?»
«I-I’m only yours, I swear... no one else has touched since you...» she moans, voice muffled.
«I don’t believe you.»
I yank her up by the hair, bending her over the desk with force.
My fingers grip her hips as I thrust into her without hesitation.
«You say you’re only mine, but I know you’ve been with other n—plenty of them. Because you’re just a filthy whore who can’t get enough cock, right? I know you cheated on , and I can’t let that slide!»
Honestly, I don’t give a fuck—she could’ve fucked half of New York for all I care.
Professor Ashby is probably the one woman I’m least jealous about.
But I know she loves hearing that stuff. Playing into her kinks costs nothing.
And to think that when I said the sa kind of things to Elaine, she completely erased from her life.
Won are really sothing else...
«N-No, believe ... I... I only crave your cock, I swear... aaaah... only yours can make feel like the whore I am... I’d never lie to you, Master...»
—SLAP!
A loud smack lands on her ass, my handprint marking her skin.
Her scream is a mix of pain and pleasure.
«Lying whore... tell , before , how many cocks have you taken? You’re just a slut who gets off on fucking her students. Admit it.»
«N-No one, Master... only you were able to bring this side of out... aaaah... it’s been three years with only you in my head. No man could ever replace you... aaaah...»
And now, the real reason I never turn down a tutoring session with Professor Ashby.
I pull a razor blade from my pocket and bring it to her right cheek...
«A-Aaaaaa...»
Another moan of pain escapes her as I carve my na into her skin with the blade.
Yeah, it’s a genius idea I had last year.
For a woman like her—completely under my control—having my na etched into her body is the ultimate submission.
The final proof that she belongs to her master.
When I suggested it—of course, while staying in my role as the dominant—she was more than honored.
My na only has three letters, unfortunately, but the blood trickling from the cut is still more than enough to satisfy .
I lick it straight from her skin, though that’s mostly for my own pleasure.
Yeah, she’s definitely the best math teacher in the world.
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