Page 55 of Demon Loved
I wait patiently, but Katrina shrinks back into her nervous state. Okay then, I need to lead her a little. I take her hand and stand, then take her slowly around my desk to my side. I lift her up and sit her on the middle of the broad wooden surface, which is bare, because fuck work.
Then I sit down in my chair and stare at her. “Before I can teach you, I need to know exactly what you know. Tug down your bra and prop those tits up on it. I want to watch you play with your nipples.”
Trina swallows hard, her eyes going wide. But she reaches up and does what I ask. Her white bra comes down, and she cups her breast for a second before plucking gently at her nipples.
After a minute, I lean forward and tug away one of her hands, pulling it gently towards me. I suck her finger into my mouth, laving it with my tongue. Then I lean back and say, “Now tug that one harder.”
She does as instructed and gasps.
“Yeah, wet always feels better. Lesson one. Remember that.”
Her responding, “Yes, Mr. Vanngrenoth,” like the perfect naughty schoolgirl, makes me stand up. I can’t resist touching her. I step forward. “Of course, your fingers are nothing compared to my tongue.”
Her eyes light up. “Yes.”
“But you already know that, so we’ll skip that lesson.” I grin when she pouts. But I don’t want her nervous. I want her begging for it.
“Scoot back on the desk and prop your feet up. Flip your skirt up and play with yourself through your panties,” I tell her.
Katrina doesn’t hesitate. She slides back and does exactly as instructed.
My throat is dry with anticipation. I’m thrilled and shocked that she’s doing this. At school. In my office. Oh holy Hell! This is going to be fun.
“Good girl.” I can’t help but say it, and for some reason—maybe because she really does love the naughty schoolgirl fantasy—her cheeks grow even more pink.
I watch her fingers slide up and down her pretty slit, the outline of which is visible through her soaked panties, and I have to grab the edge of my desk to stop myself from diving down to rip the fabric aside so I can lap up the slick honey there. I cluck my tongue and slide my chair closer, so that my shoulders bump against the insides of her spread calves. I can smell her arousal. My horns burst out, and I can feel my eyes flame when I say softly, “I want you to go slower. And change to circles.”
“Yes, Mr. Vanngrenoth,” she whispers. Her thighs start to tremble.
I keep my eyes on her fingers, on that little puff and crease that is just visible through the white silk of her panties. When the material becomes translucent, I stand up.
“Lift your ass.” I order. “The next lesson is using your bare hand.”
“But I already know how to do that,” she whines.
“Not well enough,” I tell her. Then I grab her knees and shove them farther apart, spreading those thighs and just staring at the hot picture she makes, her breasts exposed above her bra, shirt open, pussy wet as she’s sprawled across my desk.
I take a mental picture. A mental video. I don’t ever want to forget how my Katrina looks right now.
“Girls who don’t follow the rules and whine about lessons get spanked,” I warn.
Her hips flex at that.
Ohh, yes. I definitely think Katrina is into the naughty schoolgirl roleplay.
“But I came here to learn new things,” she pouts, then bites down on a smile.
Fuck yes.
I grab her arm and haul her up, a fake stern expression crossing my face. “Young lady! What did I just say?”
Her eyes go wide and ditzy. “But, Mr. Vanngrenoth!”
I whirl her around and bend her over the desk. I flip her skirt up. Then I have to bite back a moan when I slide her wet panties down her thighs and bare her perfect ass. I want to bite it.
Not yet,I tell myself.Soon.
Instead, I stand back up and loom over her. “You are going to get spanked for that sassy mouth, young lady.”
