Anything He wants

Ripe and lush and ready to be plucked by a lucky, lucky guy.

Who better to tame my wild streak and make me a woman than Headmaster Graham? I love knowing I have the power to keep his interest.

To seduce him away from his moral responsibility.

It’s dirty, it’s bad, but it’s what I desire more than anything.

Headmaster Graham folds his hands on the desk in front of him, peering at me with furrowed brows.

I chew gum and lean back in my seat while he starts listing off my crimes.

“Avery Winston. You’re in my office for…” he pauses, picking up a stack of forms filled out by other professors and staff.

He reads off, “Skipping class, sneaking off campus, running in the halls, stealing from the cafeteria, using foul language in the classroom, turning your exam into a paper ball and throwing it across the room, violating dress code, giving Professor Halford the middle finger, and breaking curfew.”

I tick off each infraction with my fingers as he lists them. “All of the above, guilty as charged,” I declare. I blow a perfect pink bubble and it pops.

Headmaster Graham solemnly holds out his hand. I lean in and, never breaking eye contact, spit the gum into his open palm. As he tosses it in the trash, he adds, “Chewing bubblegum during a disciplinary meeting.”

I grin, pleased with myself. I prop up my heels on the corner of his desk brazenly.

“So, Headmaster,” I tease, “what are you going to do to me?”

He stares at me hard. His jaw tenses, his hands clench a little on the desk between us. I lick my lips and twirl my hair around my finger as I wait patiently for him to make his next move. I can tell I’ve struck a chord.

His eyes flit down to my chest for a second, then up to my lips.

I wish I had x-ray vision so I could see through this mahogany desk. I want to know if the headmaster has a hard-on for me, just like I’m dripping wet for him. I can sense his feelings shifting from regular frustration to the sexual kind. I’m going to make this hard for him in lots of different ways.

He won’t be able to resist me for long.

It’s a big risk for me to take– trying to seduce the closest thing to a father figure I’ve had for the past month. But what is he going to do to me if I fail?

Expel me?

I only have a month of school left until graduation anyway, and even if Headmaster Graham did kick me out, Daddy would hire the very best tutors to get me through to graduation and then some. He may not pay much personal attention to me, but the resources and funds he has to offer are endless.

So I’m barely nervous at all when the headmaster launches into a somewhat scripted lecture.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Miss Winston, you have only been here at the Academy for a month, and you’ve managed to fracture more rules than any student before you,” he begins.

“I’ve always been an exceptional student,” I remark.

Is that a flicker of a smile on his face? It’s gone as soon as it arrives. He clears his throat and gives me a disapproving frown instead. He’s trying to keep this professional, but I won’t let him.

As he opens his mouth to go on, I lean back in the armchair and spread my legs.

“Here at the Academy, our students must adhere to the standards and regulations found in the pupil handbook. This is not a regular public school, Miss Winston. Your antics won’t be tolerated here. I know you’re close to graduation, and you may be feeling impatient about ending the year, but this final month is a crucial time period for your grades and your future,” he says.

“Mhm. Totally,” I reply. I give him my full attention as I slowly unbutton my white blouse even further to reveal more of my cleavage.

Headmaster Graham hesitates for a moment, then goes on, “If you want to make a change, this is the time to do it. This final month could be an opportunity for you to really turn things around, look to your future, figure out what path you want to take.”

“You think so?” I ask. I let one of my sleeves drop off my shoulder and I hike up the hem of my skirt to show more of my milky white, smooth thighs.

The headmaster is barely holding back now. Those stony gray eyes are desperately looking everywhere but at me… but he can’t help it. His gaze passes over my bare shoulder, the swell of my breasts, my exposed midriff, my soft thighs.

“I think you have more potential than you let on,” he says, his voice a little rough. “You just need a little guidance.”

“Will you teach me? Will you be my guide?” I ask him sweetly.

He starts, “Of course. We can work together to–”

He trails off as I spread my legs wider and bite my lip. I flash him my lacy, soaked-through panties. His eyes are wide and locked on me. His jaw twinges. His face is slightly flushed. He draws a long, deep breath. The headmaster is holding back, but he’s like a rubber band ready to snap. I have him right where I want him.

“I’m ready for my discipline now,” I purr. “In fact, I have an idea.”

Headmaster Graham looks wary. “What is it?”

“Well, it seems like many of my crimes involve my mouth. Cursing, chewing gum, talking back, stealing food. Seems like I have a little oral fixation,” I point out. “And if the punishment is supposed to fit the crime…”

I slowly get to my feet and start making my way around the desk. Headmaster Graham stands up, too, and looms over me. His full height and hulk turn me on even more. I feel so dainty and vulnerable beside him, like a little mouse before a tiger. His mouth is set in a hard line and those gray eyes are burning bright when I look up at him coyly.

“What are you doing?” he murmurs.

I place my hands on his broad chest and stare into his eyes as my hands move down the front of his body, over his taut stomach, down to the growing bulge at his crotch. He sucks in a tight breath. At first I think he might push me away, but instead he just gathers up my long, glossy brown hair in his fist as I drop to my knees in front of him. My heart is racing, every cell in my body is going haywire. It’s really happening! My mouth waters, my pussy drips, and I’m aching to taste him.

“This meeting is about discipline,” he insists again. “You’re here for your penance.”

I smirk as I unzip his trousers. “Well, then, don’t hold back,” I goad him.

“Is this really a punishment? Or a reward?” he growls.

“That’s up to interpretation,” I tease back.

I work his stiff, massive cock out of his silky boxers and my eyes go wide. He’s absolutely gigantic, way bigger than I expected. Granted, I’m a virgin so I have little to compare to, but even I know he’s hung like a horse. I wrap both hands around his shaft and begin to slowly work him up and down. I love the way his smooth, warm skin glides smoothly under my palms. I feel him getting thicker and heavier as I pump his length. Headmaster Graham lets out a low groan of approval when I reach my tongue out and flick it over the engorged head.

“You are a bad girl, aren’t you?” he hisses.

I look up at him and see him gazing down at me. His gorgeous gray eyes are cloudy with lust and locked on me, watching my every move. His lips are slightly parted, his jaw slack. He strokes my hair and keeps it neatly gathered in his fist, out of my way.

“Open that pretty little mouth,” he commands.

I obey, opening up wide. I splay out my tongue and dutifully let him slide his thickness into my warm, wet mouth. I moan around his cock as he takes inch by inch. My cheeks ache with his massive size and the tip of his cock brushes the back of my throat. I feel a ticklish little twinge, I almost cough, but I manage to keep my composure. His shaft feels so good in my mouth. I slide my tongue up and down the underside while I bob on his cock. He grips my hair tighter and guides me back so that his cock slips out of my mouth with a wet smack.

“Spit on it,” he orders.

I spit a bubbly string of saliva onto the head of his cock and start pumping him faster with one hand while the other gently massages his balls.

“That’s it. Very good,” the headmaster murmurs.

My spit slicks him up so I can work his length with ease, but I can’t resist tasting him again. I need one of my holes filled at least, and right now, my mouth is aching to take him.

I suck his length into my mouth inch by inch, taking him down to the root. I choke myself on his cock as his hand guides me by the hair. He pulls me back and pushes me down again and again.

“Open up your throat and stay right there for me, Avery,” the headmaster grunts.

I feel a thrill through my body when he says my name. It sounds so musical on his lips. But it’s nothing compared to the delight I feel when he hold my head in place and starts fucking my throat in earnest.