Page 73 of Bad for Me

I nodded, watching her hand slowly pulling up my skirt until the cool air kissed my exposed sex. I was clean shaven, and already glistening with arousal.

“Fuck, that turns me on. Spread your pretty thighs for me, Mary. Let me see… let me see how needy you are for me.”

My breathing came is shallow breaths, my nipples tight and hard. Suddenly, very aware of my piercings. I felt dizzy, and my eyes flicked toward the door.

What if another faculty member popped their head in? What if one of the cheerleaders needed to speak to Coach Kelly?

If that happened, then they would get an eyeful of my splayed pussy…I shivered.

Her hand cupped me, and I heard her let out a low hiss. “Fuck, you’re bad. You’re so, sobad.You’re tempting me, aren’t you? Testing me?”

Her fingers tickled my slit, my clit ready and throbbing. I shifted my hips, chasing her hand so I could get the friction where I needed it. She teased me, stroking my inner labia, but skimming past my clit. I whimpered. “Please…”

“Oh no, you don’t get to have what you want. You’re a dirty little slut seducing your coach like this, you know that?”

She landed a hard slap on my miserable cunt, and I cried out, biting my lip again.

“You’re a naughty temptress, and naughty girls don’t get to come. Only good girls get to come.” She rubbed hard circles over my slippery center, and I chased her hand like the horny brat I was. I loved the way she said the word come. God, I wanted her to tell me to come. Ineededto come. There was nothing that existed right now except her hand on my pussy and my need for a release.

Her tongue was on my earlobe now, sucking it as she applied a gentle pressure on the head of my clit with her middle finger. My head rested on her shoulder as my body melted into the small office chair.

“Is that it? Is that the spot?”

I was so close to coming undone, the knot inside my core fraying as she stroked me in tiny circles. The swollen bundle of nerves was taut with desire, and just as I was about to see stars, my hips jerking up to meet her hand; she stopped and stood.

It took me a moment to find my breath again, my thighs quaking, my core empty and pulsing.

“Do you touch yourself and think about me?” she asked, out of view from my line of sight. I imagined her sharp jawline working, her arms crossed over her chest. Angry, frustrated maybe.

“Yes.”

“I don’t want you to touch yourself. Not tonight, not tomorrow. I want you on edge, wondering when the next time will be that I touch you again. Would you like that? If I stroked your pussy again just like that…until you came?”

“Very much so…yes.”

“Yes, Coach,” she corrected me.

“Yes…Coach.”

“Yes, Coach…what?”

I stayed still, silently wishing this moment wouldn’t end. That she was just messing with me, that she’d come around the chair and kneel between my legs…

I swallowed. “Yes, Coach…I want you to play with my pussy again.”

“Go home, Mary.”

I stood, straightening my skirt around my thighs again, and turning to look at her. She was just as I had imagined, arms crossed over her chest, her heart-shaped lips set is a straight line.

I turned to leave, grabbing the doorknob with a shaky hand.

My body was just a giant, quivering clit now…I didn’t know how I’d go home tonight like this and not get myself off…

How would she know? If I got myself off, there was no way of her knowing. Was there? Or was this some power play, and if Ididget off, would I lose the chance at having her hands…or face…between my legs?

I knew deep down I wouldn’t chance it; I wanted my orgasm to come from her and if that meant no orgasms on my own—so be it.

I walked home with shaky steps and a smile on my face.

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