Page 56 of Tenure

They start firing off questions about the material, and I write things out on the blackboard, Kiernan’s brow furrowed. She isn’t making many notes, mostly just reading the board, and I want to tell her that she doesn’t need to understand it yet, that this is beyond what she’s learned, that I just want to show her that her learning methods will hold up in an advanced class. That breaking out these problems is the same as breaking out the ones she does now. But I bite my tongue and say nothing, hoping she isn’t discouraged, frustrated that I can’t justask.If I were a kinder teacher, if I bothered asking how people were doing more, it wouldn’t stick out so much to check in on one.

“Any more questions before break?” I ask.

“Professor?” It’s Shannon.

“Yes?” I say, irritated with her.

She smiles at Kiernan. “Is this your niece?”

Kiernan snorts, and I force myself not to glare at her. She fakes a coughing fit to cover it up.

“No,” I say shortly. “Everyone back in fifteen.”

The room empties out, and I close it behind them, before turning to face her, knuckles cracking. She glances at my fist and smirks.

“Everything okay,Uncle James?”

I’m gonna fucking kill her.

I grip her arm and yank her out of her seat, shoving her backwards so she stumbles into the wall.

“Turn around.”

She flushes instantly, but glances at the door. “This is abadidea, James . . .”

I may as well get that tattooed on my fucking chest at this point.

“Turn. Around.” She does it and I grip the back of her head, shoving her cheek to the plaster. “Palms on the wall.”

She places her hands flat on the wall, but I resist the urge to praise her.Not yet.I grip her hips and scoot them towards me, so she’s fully bent over.

“Fuck me quick,” she says, her voice breathless.

I lean over her, chest to her back, and whisper in her ear. “You won’t be getting off that easy.”

I slide my hand down the front of her sweats and dive straight between her legs, groaning in her ear.

“JesusChristKiernan, you’re fuckingsoaked . . .”

She just whimpers.

Tick tock, James . . .

I reluctantly pull my hand out from between her legs, grab hers, and shove it down her pants.

“Keep going,” I say. “Don’t stop, and don’t move.”

She starts to rub herself, fingers on her other hand flexing against the wall, little muted mewling noises coming out of her mouth, and I hurry over to my bag. I pull out the little satin satchel, hurrying back over to her.

I undo the drawstring and reach inside, feeling the smooth surface of the little anchor-shaped butt plug against my fingertips. I bought it on a whim, the morning after I kissed herthe first time, after I couldn’t stop thinking about how good it would feel to fill every goddamn one of her holes.

I hold it up to her cheek, tracing her skin with it, and her hand slows, eyes opening wide. I slap her asshard.

“Did I stay stop?”

She keeps her hand moving but she looks nervous, and I know if I didn’t already have her occupied she’d be fidgeting.Good.

“Open.” She opens her mouth, and I stuff it in. “Suck.”

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