Page 34 of Devil's Bargain

He pulls it tight. “Walk over to the desk behind you and bend over it.”

My hand tingles from the memory of his dick as I follow his instructions and bend over the nearest table. ‘F hearts C’ has been scratched into the wood.

“Hike your skirt up!”

I pull it up past my hips and watch him over my shoulder.

His blue eyes fall to my glistening pussy, and he wets his lips, his bag dropping to the floor. Laughter filters through the door, but he’s unbothered as he digs inside his pocket for his phone.

I train my eyes forward so he can’t see my face when he starts snapping photographs of me.

“Turn around.”

I shake my head, my eyes on the map of Europe on the wall. Why there’s a map in Scott’s classroom strikes me as odd. He teaches math.

“Turn around.” His voice carries a warning.

I turn over and watch him walk up to me in two long strides with his phone held up. “Ass on the desk.”

I lift myself up on the table.

His cruel smile widens behind the phone camera. “Spread your legs. Show me how wet you are!”

“Please…” I plead.

With a finger, he motions for me to do as I’m told.

I lean back on my elbows and spread my legs wide. The camera in his hand is trained on my face like he gets off on humiliating me and wants to memorize it.

As he toys with the ends of the belt hanging from my neck, the back of his hand brushes against my sensitive nipples. “Such a pretty girl!” He grabs my face, hard. “Such an obedient little slut!”

My pussy clenches.

He sinks a finger inside my wet heat and pumps it once, then twice, smiling as I whimper. “I’ll think about changing your grade.”

He pulls his finger out, removes my panties, and teases my lips with my own juices.

My eyes fall shut and I snatch his finger up between my teeth and suck on it. When I look at him again, he chuckles and inserts another finger into my mouth.

“What if someone was watching us through the blinds right now?”

I try to look, but he takes hold of my jaw with his other hand and pumps his fingers faster and harder.

My ass slides in my own arousal on the desk. I’m so fucking wet!

“Yes, you would like that very much!”

The belt slides from around my neck when he removes it and collects his things. “Make sure to work harder for your next exam, Miss Reed. It would be a shame to have to fail you again!”

He walks out.

The minute the door falls shut, I scurry off the desk and pull my skirt down, searching high and low for my panties. But then I remember, Scott put them in his pocket.

On top of that, I have nothing to wipe the desk down with. My cheeks burn with shame.

I open the door and sneak out, but instead of going to the lunch hall, I take a left. I’m about to fall apart, and I can’t let it happen here where there are people around to see me cry.

But no matter how hard I try, the first tear falls before I’ve reached the entrance. By the time I burst through the front doors, my emotions have seeped through the cracks for everyone to see. It’s pure luck that it’s lunch hour and everyone is in the cafeteria.

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