Page 97 of Teacher's Pet

Fuck.

He’s toying with me, pushing me to break.

Noah slowly drops to his knees, his mouth hovering just inches from where I need him most.

Another helpless whimper tumbles from my lips.

"Yes, Mr. Ackerman," I whisper, playing into his game, my voice thick with need. "I’ve been so very bad. I need you to punish me," my breath stutters. "I need you to make me-"

BANG.

"Noah, are you in there?"

The sharp pound on the door sends a jolt through my body, dragging me back to cold, harsh reality.

Everything freezes.

The voice cuts through the air like a blade, sharp, angry, unmistakable.

Walker.

Noah’s eyes darken, any trace of amusement obliterated in an instant.

With a single, sharp tap of his thumb, the toy inside me goes silent.

The sudden absence is jarring, leaving my body trembling, desperate, and unfinished.

Noah doesn’t hesitate.

His hands clamp onto my waist, lifting me from the counter with brutal efficiency, his grip unrelenting, possessive, firm.

"Go to my room and shut the door."

My body shakes, my mind still catching up, but his voice leaves no room for argument.

I hesitate for half a second too long.

SMACK.

His hand cracks across my ass, the sharp sting spreading through my skin like fire.

A gasp rips from my lips, my body jolting forward, but his grip is steel, keeping me in place.

"I said get in the fucking room, Ana."

His voice is venomous.

There’s no room for defiance, not now.

I obey.

With my legs still shaking, I slip away from him, moving swiftly down the hall.

Before closing the door, I leave it just barely ajar, enough to peek through the crack.

A soft buzzing noise drags my attention away.

My phone.

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