Bad Teacher

I place a hand on her shoulder. “Chill. I know you were. I’m not gonna be a real hooker. I don’t have anyone to impress.” I walk past her.

“Well, you’re sure not yourself all right, that I do know.” She sighs. “But I can see this makes you happy, I guess? So if you’re happy, then I am too.”

I don’t wanna talk about it right now. Maybe I’ll tell her about Thomas and me sometime, but not today. “Great. Now, are you coming?”

She checks the clock, confused. “Um, we still have like thirty minutes. Why the rush?”

“I wasn’t there the last two times, so I wanna catch up on homework.”

“Okay.” She frowns, and I get the feeling she sees straight through my charade.

“See ya in a little bit then?”

“Yeah, whatever. You go on ahead. I’ll be there. Don’t worry.”

I nod and wave as I go out the door and run down the stairs.

I don’t know why, but I’m smiling from ear to ear. Maybe it’s the nerves of being looked at because literally everyone I pass turns their head.

Or maybe it’s because I can’t wait to see the look on his face the moment he sees me.

Because that’s the only thing I can think about right now as I’m walking to his classroom.

How I can make his eyes focus solely on me.

How I can get him hard just by looking at me.

How I affect him.

Because that’s what I like the most about our exchanges. The attention he’s giving me, something no one else ever has.

I take a deep breath and then open the door to the classroom, only to find it empty. I take another good look, but he really isn’t there. I walk along the corridor, passing all the doors which have small metal plates attached to them with names scribbled on them. Finally, the fifth door has Thomas Hard engraved on the plate.

I reach for the handle, but then I realize he might be busy, and I don’t want to disturb him.

Weird.

I normally want to disturb everyone.

I normally enjoy making people mad.

But not him.

Definitely not him.

Well, maybe … maybe a little bit.

I mean, that spanking sure shook me up.

I’m not sure if I liked it or not. If it was painful or arousing. It was embarrassing. And still, I can’t stop wondering if he’ll ever do it again … because my heart pumps faster from just the thought.

“Come in.” His booming voice makes my face light up.

I push open the door and stand in the middle, waiting for him to look up at me, and when he does … the look on his face makes me want to bend over his desk again.

Fuck me, it’s so wrong.

I’m wrong, but fuck it.

“And?” I say.

“Wow …” he mutters, raising his brow at me. “You really went for it, didn’t you?”

“Uh-huh …” I take a step inside.

He scoots back his chair and stands up, eyeing me from a distance. “Close the door.”

I do what he asks and then walk toward his desk as he steps out from behind it.

“A bit overboard, don’t you think?” he muses, adjusting the buttons of his shirt as if they were loose.

I shrug and lean against his desk with my back. “You asked for it.”

“I asked for you to dress sexy …” He stands in front of me.

“And this isn’t sexy?” I open my hands and show off my outfit.

The left side of his lip perks up into a seductive smile, and I hold my breath as he leans in. “It’s too sexy.”

Chapter 11

Thomas

I can’t believe she actually did what I said.

Well, it’s a little on the extreme side, but I appreciate the effort.

Besides, it’s not every day that I see her wearing something like this. I have to relish it.

“So …” she mumbles.

“You’re finally on time …” I muse.

“Yeah, well …” She grabs a strand of her hair and toys with it.

I grasp her wrist just before she tucks the strand behind her ear. “Don’t. I like it better when it’s loose.”

She slowly brings her hand down, but I’m still holding her wrist, and I’m not about to let go.

I place my other hand on the table beside her and lean in.

“You made me spank you yesterday,” I murmur. “Why aren’t you angry? Afraid?”

“Because you’re not dangerous. Not to me,” she says, her eyes so seductive they make me want to kiss her.

“I am when you disobey me.”

“Do you do this with all your students?” she asks, closing her eyes as I inch closer.

“What? The spanking or the dress code?”

“Both …”

“I’ve never done either with anyone but you …” I whisper.

Her lips are so close, I can almost taste them.

Fuck that, I already can.

I slam my mouth into hers and take her sweet little lips, claiming her as mine.

I don’t give a shit that I punish her for being late.