Page 33 of Devil's Bargain

“What did you get?” Nina asks as she packs up her bag and scoots her chair back. I can’t hear her, and it’s not because of the buzzing sound of students filing out of the classroom. My own pulse is beating loudly in my ear.

She leans down to read the result over my shoulder.

I quickly fold it and stand up. “I got a B.”

Her eyes widen. “Really? That’s amazing!”

I can’t look at her. “Yes, it is. Look, I need to speak to the teacher. Go on ahead. I’ll see you in the lunch hall.”

“Okay. Don’t shout at him for giving you a good grade!” She winks. “You don’t want him to change his mind.”

I attempt a smile.

When she’s gone, I whirl around and approach his desk with the math test clutched in my hands. “Mr. Scott. Why did you fail me?”

He looks at me over his shoulder as he wipes the whiteboard clean. “You failed.”

“No, I didn’t!”

He puts the dry eraser down and turns, loosening his black tie. His light blue shirt is rolled up to the elbows. “Looks like you’ll need to convince me to change your grade.”

“Convinc—” I start but fall silent. “It’s not Wednesday yet. We agreed on Wednesdays.” I fucked him in his car last night, so why is he doing this? Now? Here?

His dirty blonde hair falls in his eyes as he gathers his bag, ready to go to lunch. “Did we?”

“Yes…”

He stops in front of me, sweeping his eyes down my body. “I make the rules here. If I say suck my dick, you drop to your knees as if it’s the greatest fucking privilege. If I say bend over, you bare your tight little pussy without a moment’s hesitation. If I say you have to convince me to change your grade, you don’t argue.” Then he walks past me without another look back.

I run after him. “I passed the test. You can’t fail me because you want your fucking dick sucked!”

He stops, his hand on the door handle. “I can do whatever the fuck I want, little whore. You either obey my rules, or you can enjoy life on the streets.”

I swallow thickly, my heart hammering in my chest. “Okay.”

He turns, slowly. “Give me your panties.”

I’m painfully aware that the blinds are only partially drawn as I reach beneath my leather skirt and hook my thumbs in the hem of my lace panties.

Arms crossed, he watches me shimmy out of them. “Good girl,” he says, then grabs my jaw when I hold them out to him. “Open up!”

I ignore the ache in my chest and obediently open my mouth.

He shoves the lace into my mouth with a sick smile on his face before brushing his thumb over my flaming cheek.

“That’s it,” he whispers. His hand wraps around my wrists, and he flattens my palm over his hard dick as he flips the lock behind him. “See how hard you make me?”

My mouth waters. Partly because of my own panties inside my mouth and the shame burning my cheeks. But also because of the throbbing dick beneath my hand. I squeeze it.

He unbuckles his belt and pulls it through the loops before snapping it taut between his hands. “Ever been hit with a belt, little whore?”

I shake my head while I explore the outline of his cock through his pants. I can’t fucking help myself.

“It burns.”

Heat sinks to my clit.

He holds the belt out, and like a trained dog, I take it off him and loop it around my neck.

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