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She doesn't need to tell me that I need to clean them all. I'll do it gladly. Without waiting for her third finger, I reach up and hold her arm right below her wrist. I open my mouth and put her fingers into my mouth. My pussy was able to take her hand, so will my mouth. I'll show her I'm worthy of her praise.

"Damn, little girl. I didn't expect you to be so eager to be my whore."

I look at her, ready to commit to her. To give her everything, as long as she continues to call me herlittleanything.

Tia cleans my hand thoroughly, and I enjoy the way it stretches her mouth to its capacity. I need to get off, but I'm leaving that for another day. It will be a cause to punish Tia since she didn't get me off. This is now the second time she's made me horny as hell and not given me what I wanted.

As she pulls my hand from her mouth, I step back and hand her the keys. "Are you going to go to the local diner with me and get something to eat, or are you going home?"

I watch her blinking at me, trying to focus. I love the fact she's so out of it; she doesn't know what is going on. Smiling at her I bend down and kiss her lips. "Go home, princess. I'll follow you to make sure you don't crash since you are still coming down."

There, now if I show up one day, she can't say I was stalking her. I have now made a legitimate excuse to know where she lives. "Ok." Tia reaches for me and pulls me back down for another kiss. I chuckle into her lips and lick her bottom lip.

"You enjoying the kisses, Tia?"

"Yes, Mommy," she whispers like it's a secret. I touch her face, endeared by her softness.

"Let's get you home, little one." The need to protect her overwhelms me. Hell, is being a Mommy always like this? I want to fulfill her needs, but it’s more than that. I think I need this. I'm going to have to do some research so I don't mess up too badly.

I shut her door as soon as I put her seatbelt on. The urge to take her back to my place is running wild within me. Walking over to my truck, I get in, start the damn thing and follow her home. Once she's parked in the tenants lot, I roll to a stop behind her car. Rolling down my window, she uses the ledge to step up and look at me.

"Do..." She's hesitant. Almost shy at the moment. I like that.

"No. You get in the apartment, get some rest, and do nothing strenuous tonight. I expect you to text or call me if you are in pain."

"Yes, Coach." Ugh, she's reverted to calling me coach. I prefer Mommy.

"Alright, go on." Telling her to go is the hardest damn thing I've done. I don't enjoy being away from her, but I need to put some space between us. Clear my head, so I can focus on being a coach and professor tomorrow.

I wait until she enters the building and drive off wondering if I can keep my distance from her.

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My coffee doesn't taste that great today. I am out of creamer and sugar. Tia has me so damn wrapped up in her, I forgot to go shopping. Doesn't matter, the teacher’s lounge will have something good to eat and drink. I hope.

Looking around the quiet room, I make a beeline to the fridge. Yup, milk and vanilla creamer. It will work. Opening my travel mug full of coffee, I fix the damn thing. Turning to the banquet table, I take a scone and muffin. Am I sociable with the other professors and coaches? Yeah, I try to be, but not today.

Taking the steps two at a time to get to my room, I wonder if Tia is going to be good today or if she's going to be a little brat. I don't have to wonder for long. She strolls into the classroom ten minutes early and sits down in the seat right in front of my desk.

"Hey, Coach." I look at her and I become livid. She's wearing a white tank top with no fucking bra under it. And the skirt she's chosen is beyond inappropriate. If she bends over, everyone will see her ass.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" I sit my mug down on the desk and walk over to her. "You cannot be serious right now."

"What's the matter, Mommy? Don't like what you see?" She smirks at me as she sits down and spreads her legs, putting a hand down between her thighs. "You don't want easy access to my wet, succulent, pussy?"

My hands fist at my sides as I try to calm my ass down. It's not working. I slap a hand down on her desk and grab her with my other one. Her eyes widen, but she smiles. "You are playing with fire, Tia."

"That’s not how it felt yesterday when that hand was fucking me.” She pauses to moan. “So, so good." My heart races as she licks her lips, teasing me.

"This is wrong, Tia. We need to remain professional. That means you go change your clothes." I point toward the door, trying to not pull her across the desk and spank her ass.

"No." She spreads her legs even farther, and I look down to see she's not wearing any panties. Fuck me.

"Tia," I warn her.

"It'sprincess, Mommy." She's driving me crazy. I know I'm about to do something that I shouldn't. Reeling in the urge takes all my strength as I let her go. "After class, you will go to the gym and down to my office."

"Can't. I have a class right after yours. Sorry, Coach." Oh now she's just asking for it.

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