Page 49 of Beau Pair
“You’ve got five minutes,” he announces to the class.
Five minutes in which I can torture him to no end.
His hands rest on top of the desk, but that’s not what I want from him. I want him to touch himself. I want him to do it, and I want to be the only one who knows.
I pick up my phone and type a message.
“Hands under the desk. Now!”
He reads it and gives me an evil, but very smoking, glare. He sets his phone down and puts both hands under the desk.
I can’t see them, or his lower half, but I imagine him touching his erection, trying to be nonchalant about it so no one knows we’re being dirty. I imagine him unzipping the trousers so he can give himself a few strokes while watching my fingers that are now resting on top of my cock after readjusting it, so it runs along the side of my jeans. I want him to see how big I get for him and how horny he makes me.
“I’m done,” says a guy behind me, and I bite my lip.
Bitch, I’m not, I want to tell him, but we have to keep up appearances. Gordon rushes to put his hands back on the desk, and I try to readjust my bits so I can cross my legs and cover myself.
Gordon nods at the student behind me and more people raise their hands to say they’re finished. Eventually, he stands back up, although he stays behind his desk chair, holding it firmly between his hands.
“Ride me like that chair later?” I send him another message, and he only reads it after the class is dismissed.
I stay behind, of course. And I’m still fully erect.
“You’re bad,” Gordon drawls.
“How bad? Spank me bad?” I ask him when we’re all alone.
“Fuck you bad,” he says, and walks over to the door.
He locks it up and pulls the blind down the glass panel, then walks over to me. I can see his erection again and mine reinvigorates.
Gordon comes to stand next to me and reaches for his pants to undo them. I do the same, but he shakes a finger in front of my face.
“Na-ah. This is payback for doing this to me,” he says, and pulls my chair back a little, then sits on my desk, puts his shoe against my cock, and uncovers his from between his fly. “Now suck it good, bad boy, or I’ll take you to the principal’s office.”
My whole body burns with the danger of getting caught. Of doing this here. With his shoe pressing against my cock.
“Is he gonna punish me too?” I tease as I lean forward to take him in my mouth.
Gordon lifts my head by the chin and scowls.
“I said. Suck. My. Cock. Boy,” he repeats a little louder, and a moan climbs out of me.
“Oooh, I like you like that, Professor. Talk dirty to me,” I tell him, and take his cock in my hand.
I sit forward so his foot can press harder against me.
Then, without further ado, I put his cock in my mouth and don’t stop until he comes. Until he comes whispering, gasping my name. And when he does, I clean him up and order him to reciprocate.
“I think you’re forgetting who’s boss around here,” he smirks. “I’m not gonna touch you. And you’re not, either. In fact…” His face wrinkles to the side as if he just had the best idea ever. “You’re not to touch yourself at all until I tell you to. Otherwise, I’ll have to punish you properly again.”
“Oh, come on. You’re killing me here,” I complain.
“Shut up, boy,” he snaps. “And do as I say. Or else…”
I lean back in my chair and cross my hands in front of my chest in fake frustration.
This man!
