Page 12 of Only His

“My-my-my…someone’s hungry,” I tease as he locks the door, popping open the buttons of his shirt halfway showing off his still hard chest. Working around the farm has kept him in shape that’s for damn sure. “Not worried about anyone seeing us come in here since the boys aren’t home, huh?”

“Not worried because no one else is home,” he says making my brow lift a bit. “I told the guys to take off early. That I had plans to spend the rest of the day celebrating my wife just the two of us.”

“So we can really play?” I ask, hunger racing through me and he nods.

“Whatever you want, however long you want, angel. So what do you want? Or…do you want me to choose?” he adds when I hesitate. Our games have expanded over the years along with our playroom. We still occasionally go back to the dirty old man and his little farmgirl, but it’s not the only one we get into when we’re feeling really kinky. And right now, I think it’s definitely something I need.

“You choose,” I tell him, loving the little glint that slips into his eyes at my answer because somehow, he always knows exactly what I need most.

Mark slips to the armoire that has different outfits we sometimes add into the mix and my pussy absolutely floods when he pulls out a little button up cropped blouse and tiny little plaid skirt with matching lace socks. The top is completely sheerbecause he hates not being able to see my body even when we’re playing and pink, while the plaid in the skirt has the same pink. The pink also matches the color of the diamonds in my necklace—which I only ever take off when having one of our babies—and my ring.

Outfits like it and little babydoll nighties became some of our favorite after we leaned into the whole little girl games further. He’s still not my daddy, he’s my Mark, my owner though, and I love when he calls me his little girl because I’m definitely not an eighteen-year-old any longer, but he still looks at me the same when we play. Well, he still looks at me like I’m his little girl all the time, but there’s an added element to it when we play.

I quickly slip into the outfit, pulling on the little ankle socks with their bows and tie the matching ones around my hair in low pigtails. I don’t go thelittlelittle girl route and Mark’s never asked for it like that.

Mark comes back from the other room, his eyes darkening with hunger seeing me and I grin at the way he adjusts himself before holding out his hand for me. I follow him into the other space and almost moan seeing the chair out in the center of it. We’ve added some fun items over the years and the chair is definitely one I love. It’s sturdy enough Mark can put me in any position he wants and it’s perfect height for him to fuck any of my holes.

It’s the rest of the set up that has my heart racing a bit. There’s a table in front of the chair with a book, piece of paper, and pencil on it, and a shiver slides through me so ready for all of it.

Mark lifts me up onto the chair, giving me a grin before he nods towards the paper with a smirk, and I swear if there were panties to go with the outfit they’d disintegrate as warm flows straight through me seeing the words on it. The ‘Rules for Detention’ make me hotter than ever, and I know he had thisworked up after I told him about one of my old fantasies of him coming to the school unable to resist me another minute and fucking me on the nearest surface.

I skim over the no talking, no chewing gum—which I already was and do regularly, no phone use, no computer use, and no leaving rules, and stop on the last ones.

No arguing or refusing to do as you’re told.

Corporal punishment will be utilized if students break any of these rules.

Instructor reserves the right to suspend any student that breaks these rules.

They tell me exactly what I’m supposed to do and play without the need for Mark to coach me on it. Honestly, it makes our games so much hotter when we can settle into them fully and just let go.

“Miss Ginny,” he says coming up behind me as I pop my gum, trying not to giggle hearing him say my name like that. He absolutely refuses to use my maiden name even in our games.

“Yeah, Mr. Schiff?” I state, popping my gum again as I look back at him, twirling my hair which makes my tits shake beneath the sheer material.

“You are aware of the rules of detention, aren’t you? You’re in here enough that you should have them memorized by now.”

“You can’t make me follow some stupid rule that doesn’t exist outside of here,” I retort, loving the way his eyes darken further at my backtalking.

“Oh little girl, you’ve no idea what I can make you do,” he growls, and shit, it makes me wet to hear it. “If I recall, one more suspension and you won’t be eligible to graduate due to days missed.”

“You can’t suspend me for chewing gum,” I snip, blowing a bubble for good measure as he leans closer. His hand grips my chin, pulling my mouth open and he reaches into my mouth,taking the gum which he tosses onto the paper while still holding my mouth open. “Hey…” I gurgle out as best as possible against his hold. “You can’t do that.”

“Watch me,” he states, his fingers coming back up to my mouth, and he slides them into it, teasing them against my tongue as he pushes my mouth closed. “The only thing this mouth is good for is sucking…”

I jerk back from his hold, trying to spit his hand out as I glare at him. Then swat at him with my hands when he keeps hold of my with his fingers in my mouth, his thumb pushing up against my jaw tight, but not so much that it would truly hurt me, and my nipples tighten beneath the thin fabric. The buttons on the top pop open as I struggle, and he grabs my swinging hands with his free one, pushing them up over my head as he presses me back against the chair. A little more air hits my chest and know the top’s slipped to reveal at least one breast completely.

Mark slips his knee between my thighs, using his leg and chest to keep me pushed back against the chair before he wraps a tie around my wrists and secures it to the top of the chair. All the while still holding my mouth and fuck it makes me hot.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk…just look at you. Weren’t you already in detention for breaking dress code and now look at you. See what happens when you wear clothes that aren’t appropriate, little girl?”

“Let me go,” I grit out although it sounds more like ‘lat maa gow’ which makes him smirk down at me.

“No, I think it’s time you learned how to behave. What a good little girl does when she’s instructed to,” he teases, before pushing the top aside so my boobs come completely out after he releases my mouth.

“No…” I get out, scraping my tongue against my teeth as though trying to get rid of his taste. “Get away from me, you sick old man. Howdareyou…”

Mark’s hand wraps around my throat, squeezing gently and I stutter quiet, as his face looms closer, his lips nearly touching mine which makes me want his kiss but it’s too much fun to play and I don’t want to break this soon. “What would your mommy say if she learns you won’t graduate because you’re suspendedagain? That you got suspended for misbehaving in detention which you were in for breaking dress code for the tenth time? You’ve been showing this little body off to all the boys, teasing them with it thinking no one would do anything to make you behave. Don’t worry, little girl, you’ll make sure to be on your best behavior before I let you out of here today.”

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