Page 72 of Dr. Bad Boy

I snort, unable to keep myself from laughing, and I can see she’s fighting back a smile, too. “You think that’s funny? You think I don’t know what to do with a smart mouth like yours?”

She looks up at me, pure innocence on her face until she shrugs.

I unbuckle my belt, taking my time. Watching the look on her face slide from innocent to hungry. “If you insist on dressing like a horny little slut, then we’re going to have to put you in the alternative curriculum program.”

“I am a horny little slut,” she breathes, her eyes big and her cheeks pink. “But I really like my regular classes.”

“We can’t have you distracting the others, Ms. Roberts.”

“I’m sorry, Principal Donovan.”

“You should be.” I sigh and unzip. “Maybe this will teach you a lesson.”

“Your cock?” she asks, then gasps as I fist myself firmly, making the head even darker for her. “It’s so big.”

“You’ve seen a cock before, then?”

She flutters her eyelashes. “In pictures…”

“And in person?”

“I don’t think I should tell you.”

“But that was rule number two, Violet. We have no secrets here. You’re not being a very good student right now.”

“I want to be,” she whispers.

“Then tell me,” I growl. “Have you held a man’s cock before?”

She nods, her sass fleeing as she realizes I’m serious about punishing her like this, on her knees.

“And have you taken anyone in your mouth before?”

A nervous shake of her head. Lying slut. I tap my cock, heavy and hard, against her lips. “Then it’s time to teach you.”

She opens her mouth and slides all the way down my length.

Then she pulls back and shoots me a triumphant look before swallowing me whole again.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, Violet. You’ve not only lied to me about having taken someone in your mouth, you’ve deprived me of training that lovely throat of yours. Slap my thigh if you need to safeword.” Using her braids as handles, I take control and start pumping my hips. Slowly at first, getting a feel for what she can take, then I pick up speed, bottoming out deep her throat with each thrust.

Fuck, she feels so good, and it’s not long before I’m ready to come. I’m tempted come straight into her throat, but right now I want a visual.

Letting go of her braids, I pull out and grip my dick in my fist. “Open wide, tongue out. When I’m done, I want you to swallow every drop.”

Spurt after spurt lands on her tongue. With the last shot, she makes a show of swallowing, then licks my cock clean without me saying a word. Fuck, she’s so damned perfect. I tuck myself back in and fasten my trousers, leaving my belt unbuckled.

“Up,” I say as I grab her by one braid and start tugging her along. “When did you learn to do that?”

She gives me a coquettish look. “A man took me to his hotel room once and I didn’t know how to do what he wanted. Then he was too careful and said we’d work on training, and I needed him to be able to take what he wanted." She gives me a careless shrug, sticking to the roleplay even as she shares her secret. "So I practised.”

This revelation pleases me more than I’m willing to let on.

We stop next to the sofa where my favourite cane is lying on the middle seat, along with a leather strap and a wooden ruler. “Over the arm.” As soon as she’s in position, I flip that scrap of skirt up over her back, baring her gorgeous ass. “The man didn’t mean theroyal we,did he?”

“Um, maybe?”

“Regardless, acting on your own initiative robbed me of pleasure. And now it’s time to pay up. Wrists crossed behind your back.”

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