“So,” I said. “Quite a surprise you were holding back this time, wasn’t it? Thank you for another perfect gift for me to out gift so many others.”
His eyebrow matched the cockiness of his smirk. Just the way I loved it.
He leaned in close, and checked the room was empty before he pressed his mouth to my ear for a whisper.
“What on earth makes you think this was a gift for you?” he asked, and ran his fingers up my spine. “Now get yourself bent over this desk,” he told me. “I think it’s about time I was the teacher. I’ve been waiting a whole fucking lifetime to live out this sweet little fantasy. Make sure it’s a blouse and skirt for you next guest lecture please.”
And I smiled.
I smiled and pressed my mouth to his, and giggled at his incredible filth for the hundredth time.
Then I bent myself over his lecture desk, and became his real Catherine Whitehurst.
The real Catherine Whitehurst he loved so much more as me. Faith Martin.
His one and only for the rest of all time.THE END