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BAIT

WINCHESTER ACADEMY, BOOK 1

MADISON FAYE

Contents

Bait Author’s Note: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Epilogue Sneak Peek - Brat Also by Madison Faye Mailing List About the Author Copyright Notice

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B A I T

There’s bad, and inappropriate, and scandalous, and wrong. And then there’s giving your virginity to your gorgeous and dominant high school government Professor, on his desk, ﬁve minutes after you turn eighteen. Oh I’ve been a bad, bad girl… Winchester Academy is home to a lot of things – the spoiled rich kids of the world’s elite, ivy-covered walls, typical high school drama and angst, and him – Professor Oliver Bard. Dominant, alpha, and completely freaking gorgeous. I know he looks at me, even if he sees me as forbidden fruit —tempting and o -limits. But I’ve been obsessed with him for way, way too long, which is why I purposefully got myself thrown into his infamous “midnight detention” on the eve of my eighteenth birthday. Just the two of us, alone, watching the clock tick down. Yesterday, this would be illegal. Today, it’s just plain wrong. Wrong, sick, morally reprehensible, and achingly hot.

This could ruin him, and put a scarlet letter on my back for the rest of high school. But once I feel those big hands on me, and once I get a taste of his perfect, forbidden mouth, and once he shows me things I’ve only ever dreamed about, imagining him, I know there’s no going back. I know I should say no, but that’s a little hard to do when his mouth and hands and…well, other things are only making me scream “yes, professor”…

Each of the Winchester Academy books are completely standalone stories, with no cli hangers. Hot, wild, and insta-love galore, with an utterly obsessed alpha hero and an untouched, very, very o -limits heroine. If you love over-the-top, slightly unrealistic, and wildly dirty stories, this one’s for you! As with all my books, this steamy novella is safe, with no cheating, and a HEA guaranteed.

A U T H O R ’ S

N O T E :

DEAR READER, As a fair and clear heads-up, this book is going to push some boundaries for some people. I need you to believe me on that. It’s safe, and it’s not dark by any means, but the subject matter is pretty scandalous, and that’s very much on purpose. All characters are over the age of eighteen, but it’s right on the border of what may and may not be okay for some readers. Some people may find the age gap between the two main characters a little squicky, and that’s okay. If right on the bleeding edge of legal age of consent is not your thing, this book probably won’t be for you. But, I have many other books you’ll be completely fine with. If you are the sort of dirty bird, though, who wants to read about a newly eighteen (by like, five minutes) year old school girl and her growly, obsessed, super alpha high school Professor, buckle up, because you’re in for some fun ;).

ALSO…due to content guidelines on some retailers, Bait is available in two versions. A slightly edited, censored version (nothing about the story, just some language used) is available on Apple, Barnes & Noble, and Kobo. The original, uncensored version is available on Eden Books and Payhip. You are about to read the censored version, but please know that there is nothing inherently di erent about it storywise, I’ve just had to edit the language used a touch to comply with guidelines. Thanks for reading!

XOXO,

Madison

ANASTASIA

TICK. Tock. The classroom is silent except for the nearly invisible ticking of the big black and white clock up above the blackboard. Tick. Tock. It’s almost midnight, which means it’s almost time. Besides being near-silent, the classroom where by day we’re taught U.S. Government and Policy is also basically empty. I mean, of course it is—it’s nearly midnight, on a school night at that. And even with as prestigious and driven a place as Winchester Academy, midnight is still kind of pushing it to be in a high school classroom. But then, I’m not here to learn. I’m here for detention. He’s only been here this one semester, but already, Professor Bard’s made a name for himself as, well, maybe a bit of a hard-ass. He’s not an asshole, and nothing he does or says is over the line at all. He just doesn’t take any bullshit in his classroom, and at place like Winchester Academy, full of

quite possibly some of the most a uent, connected, spoiled, and arrogant private high school students in the country, that’s no easy feat. But even if they give other teachers a hard time, the students of Winchester are models of respect and attention when they enter Oliver Bard’s classroom. Maybe it’s those piercing, gorgeous blue eyes of him—like mountain ice or blue ﬁre. Maybe it’s the ﬁrm, chiseled jaw, and the perfect cheekbones. Or it’s possible that in this place of old money wealth and traditions, with the strictly enforced dress code, and no visible piercings, and skirts being no more than two inches above the knee—they check—and staunchly formal and conservative teachers, Professor Bard breaks the mold in a major way. …I mean, there aren’t any other professors I know of at Winchester who have two full sleeves of tattoos. And beyond all of that, if you still want to act like a clown in Professor Bard’s classroom, there’s this, where I am now: his legendary “midnight detention.” And it’s exactly what it sounds like. As seniors, we can be out of the dorms later than underclassmen, provided we’re working on a school-related activity, and that we stay on Winchester’s sprawling, ivycovered campus. And Professor Bard has exploited that to the fullest with his midnight detentions. You show up at ten, and you don’t leave until one in the fucking morning. No ifs, ands, or buts. Talk back in class? That’s a midnight detention. Disrupt his lesson? Midnight detention. Stand up in the middle of class,

sigh loudly, ask why the lesson is “so freaking boring” and then flip him o when he tells you to sit your ass down? Oh, you better believe that’s a midnight detention. I know firsthand on that last one. …Of course, leaving a pair of my panties in his desk drawer, right on top of his pens and his favorite red marker for grading papers, where I knew he’d find it last week? Yeah, that may have something to do with it too. Tick. Tock. I glance at the clock, and my pulse skips a little bit. So close. It’s almost time. I swallow thickly, my skin tingling as my hands drop to my lap. I smooth my plaid skirt down nervously, or maybe excitedly. Probably both. My toes curl in my flats, my sock-covered knees rubbing together as I glance at the clock again, and then around the empty classroom, and then up to the front, to him. Oliver Bard is sitting at his desk—back straight, his jaw tight, and his eyes moving over the papers he’s grading. His jacket is o —even professors have a dress code at Winchester—but he’s got his sleeves rolled up to just under the elbow. I bite my lip as my eyes dart over the ink covering his muscled forearms, watching them ripple as he writes. His raises one hand, sliding his fingers through his thick dark hair, his perfect lips murmuring to himself as he reads. Tick. Tock.

Just a few minutes to go, and my pulse skips again, the anticipation shivering through me like wildﬁre in my veins. Nervousness. Excitement. Eagerness. …We both know why I’m here. We both know what’s going to happen tonight, as soon as the time clicks over to midnight, and into tomorrow. We’ve never spoken the words out loud. We haven’t written them down. But we both know. It’s obvious. It’s so thick in the air you could cut it with a knife. It’s barely contained in the ways his eyes have lingered on me for the last half hour. …Or, the last four months before it. Back before, when even looking was forbidden, and touching would be a crime. At midnight, it won’t be a crime. At midnight, I’ll be legal. Of course, in my opinion, it’s not a crime if I’m willing—if I’ve practically been begging for it. If I’ve all but walked up to him, taken my clothes o , grabbed his bulge, and slid into his lap. But it would have been. Legally speaking, I guess. Morally? Well, that depends where your compass is. Most would call it wrong—deplorable, maybe. Fucked up. Perverted. Utterly reprehensible. If we’d acted on what we’ve barely kept hidden behind our eyes, and if it’d been discovered, he’d be in a lot of trouble. Jobless, for sure, and maybe jail. I’d have gotten some of the mess on me, but we all know it wouldn’t have stuck. For him? It’d have followed

him the rest of his life. They’d look at him as a predator, and me, the victim. …Except, it’s the opposite. He’s not the hunter here. I am. It’s the role I slid into the ﬁrst day I decided that I’d be losing my virginity to him. It’s the role I played in sitting front and center, batting my eyes at him, letting the tip of my pen slide over my wet, pink, glossed-over lips while he taught the lesson of the day. But no, no one would see it that way. No one would want to. The narrative is far more juicy and far more in-line with what everyone wants to think if they look at it the other way. That an older—a much older—man, in a position of power, nonetheless, seduced and took advantage of a young, innocent, good girl. They’d say that he used his position of authority. That I was naïve. That I wasn’t experienced enough to be wary of his charms. …No one wants to even suggest the utterly shocking idea that a young girl like me might just want a man like Oliver Bard. Badly. Desperately. Feverishly. No one wants to admit that a girl my age has desires. That I have fantasies—dirty, ﬁlthy, vivid ones. No one wants to go there in their heads, because the idea of him being the monster in this scenario is just, well, easier. I know this could blow up in my face, but I’m willing to chance it. Because I know in my heart that I’ll regret not going after this tonight for the rest of my life if I don’t. I’ll always wonder, and if he gets away, what’ve I been saving it all for? Who have I been saving it for? Like I said, I knew the

second I saw Oliver Bard that I wanted it to be him. I saw a powerful, dominant, older man, and every fucking cell in my body said, “Him. It’s going to be him.” Him, and no one else. This is wrong, I know that. But I don’t care. Because I’ve made up my mind, and I know what I want. And what I want is him, no matter what. Even if this is borderline illegal. Even if it’s morally reprehensible. Even if I’m a high school senior, and he’s my professor. Even if he’s thirty years old, and I’m only sevente — Tick. Tock. My eyes swivel to the clock, and suddenly, I freeze as a warm shiver teases through my core. Eighteen. I’m eighteen, as of ﬁve seconds ago. And now, it’s time.

OLIVER

THE THUDDING of my pulse hammers through my ears, deafening me to anything else but the sound of it. …Well, almost anything else. Because beyond that, there, lurking in the background and echoing my pulse, is the other sound I hear. The clock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. My eyes scan the pages of the essay assignment in front of me, but I’m hardly reading it. At all, actually. My mind is anywhere else but the history of the legislative branch, fucking trust me on that. Because tonight, my mind, like it always is when she’s around, is lost. All of me is lost around her. The walls shatter. Morality crumbles. Thoughts I’d never in a hundred years imagined I’d have come roaring like forbidden ﬁre into my every thought, consuming me from the inside out. Around her, I’m weak—lost, adrift. Around her, I’m hungry.

No, I haven’t acted on any of the illicit, filthy, and before tonight, downright illegal fantasies that’ve played through my head since the second I laid eyes on Anastasia Penworth. Of course, I haven’t acted on them. Obsessed, yes. But not career suicidal. Morally suspect, but not bankrupt. …Not entirely at least. Not yet. Tick. Tock. The clock continues its march towards what comes next, and my hand clenches into a fist on the desk, the other in danger of snapping the red marker in my hand. It’s almost midnight. It’s almost her birthday. No words have been spoken between us—at least, hardly any that don’t pertain to class, or school. But I know damn well that it’s not just me who’s been waiting and wanting. And I fully grasp how that sounds exactly like the words a predator would use to legitimize his illicit thoughts. I understand that “she wanted it too” is practically a soundbite-ready quote for the ten o’clock news right before they show the creep being shoved into the back of a squad car. Believe me, amongst the myriad of filthy, extremely wrong, and incredibly illicit dreams I’ve had involving Anastasia, there’ve been one or thirty others involving my ass being thrown into prison. But in a few minutes time, that’s not going to matter. In a few minutes time, Anastasia Penworth is turning eighteen. …In a few minutes time, she’s legal.

And soundbite or not, I know damn well that we’ve both been thinking it. Dancing around it. Letting our eyes linger longer than they should. We both know why we’re here tonight— why she pulled her ridiculous little stunt of getting up in the middle of class to mouth o to me. Anastasia might have a bratty streak in her, but she’s not a bad student or a troublemaker. …She is a bad girl, though. Despite the good grades, and being here, at Winchester, amongst the children of senators, CEOs, and other elite, and being on the varsity cheer squad, and the impeccable record? Besides all of that, deep down, hidden away, and clawing to get out, Anastasia Penworth is a bad, bad girl. I’d never have thought it, or know it, if it wasn’t for the fact that I’m drawn to her like a moth to ﬂame. Or maybe it’s more like a moth to a nuclear fucking bomb. And then, I supposed the oh-sosubtle hint of leaving her fucking panties in my desk drawer. How did I know they were hers? How’d I know that the tiny white thong with the little pink lip-stick hearts on them belonged to her? Because the day before I they showed up in my desk, they are on her. And when she paused on her way out of my classroom —the last one out the door, as usual—and bent over to pick up her dropped pencil, that little plaid uniform skirt pulled up high over her ass, and there it was, pulled tight between the smooth, ﬂawless globes of her ass. Straight-A student, varsity cheerleader, pigtailed little innocent school girl… and a naughty little brat underneath it

all. For months now, it’s been a burning, boiling, un-ignorable little hissing in my ear. A car alarm going o in the distance, and growing louder, and louder. One of those bombs dropped from an airplane in a World War II movie, whistling closer and closer and closer. And tonight, it’s going to explode. Tonight, there’s no more holding back. Tonight, we both know why we’re here. …Tonight, she’s mine. I am not a good man, and I’ve made peace with that. For her. Because of her. Everything for her. And tonight, she will get everything she wants. Tick. Tock. My cock thickens in my slacks, my hands tremble into ﬁsts, my jaw grinds. Tick. Tock. My eyes swivel up to clock at the back of the room, above her, which mirrors the one above me. I’m aware of her eyes towards the front, above me, watching her clock as I watch mine, and the ﬁre begins to roar inside of me, knowing she’s counting down the seconds too. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. The second hand clicks, the minute hand slides past twelve, and suddenly, the whole world blurs away.

It’s time. And ﬁnally, she’s mine. Happy birthday, baby girl.

ANSTASIA

“MS. PENWORTH.” A shiver teases down my spine as his deep, commanding voice teases across the classroom. The lights are low during the detention—the classroom lit by his desk lamp and two sconces on the walls rather than the florescent overheads as during class time. I look up, swallowing thickly, and when my eyes lock with his piercing blue ones across the room and the few empty desks between us, I tremble. Blue fire swirls in those eyes, burning me, captivating me, and pulling me in like a blue whirlwind. His jaw is clenched tightly, and yet there’s a small little hint of a smile at the very corners of his perfect lips. He runs his tongue across his teeth under his lips, the scru on his jaw rippling along with the ink on his arms as he raises one hand to stroke his chin. The hand drops back to his desk, a single finger tapping the wood as he stares right into me before he slowly raises his hand. The finger crooks, beckoning me.

“Come here.” I tremble as I swallow thickly, feeling my pulse race a little faster. I brace myself, taking a shaky breath as I force myself to stand. “Professor Bard—” “Come here, Ms. Penworth,” he growls lowly. God he’s so commanding—his voice so deep and growly. The sound of it in class is enough to take my breath away and make my blush. But here? Alone with him, at midnight, with him looking at me like that? Well, right now, that voice sends a shiver down my spine and heat blooming between my thighs. We both know what this is. We know why we’re here. I mean, we’re both adults, right? …As of one minute ago, that is. I move towards him, feeling like I’m drifting underwater in slow motion. He watches me the whole time, his eyes sweeping over me and sending a tingling, naughty feeling through me. “Here,” he growly, crooking his ﬁnger again and then turning it to point at the desk. He slides back from it in his chair, meaning for me to stand between him and his desk. I shiver, nodding quietly and feeling the heat blazing across my face as I move where he’s pointed, standing there halfleaning against his desk, hands clasped in front of me.

“Yes, Professor Bard,” I say quietly. “You know why you’re here.” God yes. “Y—yes.” Professor Bard nods. “Today was unacceptable, Anastasia.” God, the way he says my name has my core tightening, my pulse skipping. “I know,” I nod. “And?” “I—I’m sorry.” “For?” “For acting up. Mouthing o .” He nods, and even with mine looking at the ﬂoor, I know his eyes are burning into me. “Anything else?” I swallow, shaking my head. “Nothing? Nothing else at all you care to mention?” I shake my head again. “No, Professor Bard.” He nods, the room going silent again as I lean against his desk, feeling his gorgeous blue eyes burning into me. “It’s your birthday today, isn’t it?”

I nod, looking up and forcing a smile through the red in my cheeks. “As of…” I glance at the clock and tremble. “Three minutes ago.” Oliver’s eyes ﬂash, and he clenches that chiseled jaw even tighter. “And how old are you?” He knows damn well how old I am. I swallow. “Eighteen.” Professor Bard growls. Growls. God, he growls, and it’s so fucking hot, I actually have to shut my mouth to stop from moaning. “Happy birthday,” he says quietly, eying me. I blush as I rake my teeth over my bottom lip. “Thank you, sir.” “Doing anything fun? I shake my head before I glance up at him, a smile teasing my lips. “Detention?” He chuckles darkly, his blue eyes sparking blue ﬁre at me. “Not going out with friends after? A boyfriend?” I shake my head again. “No boyfriend, actually,” I whisper.

“I know.” I tremble at his voice, biting my lip harder as my hands toy with the hem of my skirt. “And you’re sure there’s nothing else you want to tell me about? Or apologize for?” I shake my head. “No, sir. I’m not sure what you mean—” “I mean these,” he growls deeply, pulling his desk drawer open and reaching in. And when he pulls his hand back out, my entire body blushes. Because there, in my gorgeous older professor’s hands, is my little white thong with the pink lipstick hearts on it—the very ones I left in his desk that day. I cringe, chewing hard on my lips a I shake my head, ready to deny it all out of sheer embarrassment. “Sir, I—” “Yours, aren’t they?” I blush even brighter, cringing under his deep, brooding eye. “No,” I whisper. “No?” He smiles thinly, his eyes blazing “I think they are. And I’m wondering why you left them in my desk drawer.” I cringe, biting my lip and looking down as my toe scu s at the ﬂoor. Somehow, my fantasy never went here. In my fantasy, he found them, and then somehow, we’re just

kissing. There’s never been the consideration that him finding them would make him angry like this. “I—they’re not mine,” I blurt out. Oliver looks at me fiercely, clearing his throat. “Ahh, my mistake, then,” he says quietly, gently fingering the panties in his hand. “So, since they’re not yours, you don’t mind that I took them home.” My eyes dart to his, going wide. I swallow, panting, my pulse racing. Professor Bard stands, looming over me, and as he steps forward one step, I press back against the desk, trembling. “Well?” I shake my head. “No, sir,” I whisper. “And since they aren’t yours, you don’t mind that I smelled them, then.” I gasp quietly. “I could smell sweet little pussy on them, Ms. Penworth,” he growls, and I fucking melt against his desk as my pulse thunders through me. Because I know we’ve just crossed another line. Even pulling my freaking panties out of his drawer and teasing me was one thing. But my high school government professor saying the word “pussy” somehow makes the whole room feel a little warmer, and smaller, and the air between us heavier.

“But of course, they’re not yours, right?” I whimper as I shake my head, my mouth opening but no words coming. “Ahh, I see,” he growls. “And so, it doesn’t matter to you that I took these little pussy-soaked bad girl panties and wrapped them tight around my cock, does it?” I moan, and it’s just there, hanging in the silence between us like neon sign. It just tumbles out, and once it’s out there, I know there’s no taking it back. Professor Bard’s eyes blaze into me, holding my gaze as I stand there looking up at him, trembling with nervousness and need and aching for whatever comes next. “I think you’re lying, Anastasia,” he growls quietly. He moves closer, his hands going to either side of me, gripping the desk as he moves against me until his masculine scent surrounds me and the heat of his body teases against mine. “So why don’t you tell me why you left your little panties in your professor’s drawer.” “I—” “Tell me,” he grunts. “Because,” I whisper, panting. “Yes?” “Because I wanted you to… I mean… I wanted…”

“You wanted me to find them.” I swallow, trembling, my eyes lowering to the floor and my face pulsing red. His hand comes up, and when I feel his fingers brush my chin, tilting my face up, I moan softly as I look up into his fierce blue eyes, burning right into me. “Answer the question, Anastasia,” he purrs. “Yes.” I choke the word out, and his jaw tights, his eyes blazing blue fire “Well,” he growls, moving closer, his hand cupping my jaw and my entire body shivering with aching need. “Well, I did. So, what are we going to do about it now?” I rake my teeth over my trembling lip, looking up into his fierce, commanding gaze. “Am—am I in trouble?” I whisper. He grunts, his jaw clenching. And when he moves right against me, pinning my small body to the big desk pressed against my ass, I whimper. “Yes, Ms. Penworth,” he growls lowly. His fingers trace my jaw until his hand his cupping my cheek, and a tremor teases down my spine. “But something tells me, that’s exactly what you wanted.” The move is both lightning fast and in slow motion—the blink of an eye and eternity. And yet, all I know is, one

minute they’re not, and the next minute, his perfect soft lips are crushing fiercely to mine, and I’m kissing my professor. Hard. I moan as he steals my breath away, kissing hungrily, and fiercely, and demandingly. It’s a hard, crushing, bruising kiss, and my entire world spins around me as I completely lose myself in it. I moan, falling into him, my body arching into him like it’s been aching for the connection. He growls deeply, darkly, his hand cupping my face possessively as the other hand slides around to the small of my back, pulling me tight to him. His tongue teases my lips, and when I turn my head a little and open my mouth for him, suddenly, he’s kissing me even fiercer. His tongue swirls with mine, his lips seared to mine, and his hands holding me like he’s never going to let me go. This is wrong. This is really, really, really fucked up and wrong. But something tells me, if I actually believed that, we wouldn’t be here, or I’d be pushing him away and running from the room. But I’m not. And I’m not going to. Because all I want is to keep kissing him, and I never want to stop. He groans into my mouth, pushing me back until my ass hits the edge of his desk again. But he doesn’t stop, and when both his hands drop down to cup my ass firmly, I squeal into his mouth as he lifts me up and sets me down on the edge of his desk. He moves into me, kissing me fiercely as his hands

grip my waist tight. His mouth drops down to my jaw, biting and nibbling and sucking his way across it as I cry out, clawing at him. My head spins as he moves to my neck, his lips teasing across the tender skin and his kisses growing hard and punishing. I know he’s leaving marks on me, and I love that he is. He’s marking me, and the more he kisses my soft skin and nips at my neck, the wetter I get. He pulls away, his eyes wild and blazing with heat as he breathes heavily through his nose. His hands slide to my thighs, tugging gently on my skirt and pulling it higher. I moan, panting, my eyes dropping to my bare legs as he pulls the skirt up over the edge of my knee-high socks, and then higher, baring inch after inch of creamy skin. His hands tighten, and when he starts to pull my legs apart, I shiver excitedly even as I blush ﬁercely. “Let me see, baby girl,” he growls, his eyes sliding up to mine, blazing into me as he spreads my legs. My skirt rides higher and higher, until it’s basically covering nothing by my panties—draped down over the front of them like a ﬂimsy little tease of a cover. I blush deeply, as he kisses me once more, knowing he’s not going to stop here, and knowing if he gets any further, he’s going to see how fucking soaked my panties are. His tongue swirls with mine, and he grunts, sucking mine into his mouth and making me moan before he pulls away. His teeth drag over my bottom lip, sucking on it before he steps back and slowly sinks into his big chair. He moves

closer, his hands sliding up my knee-high socks until his strong fingers brush my bare thighs. He slides them higher, his eyes dropping down between my legs, but when he starts to tug at the hem of my skirt, I gasp, my hand dropping to his and stopping him. Professor Bard growls, his eyes flashing fire as they blaze into mine, his jaw clenching at being stopped from his prize. “I…” I blush heatedly. He lips pull into a hungry grin. “You want me to stop?” I swallow, biting my lip, my head shaking side to side so gently it’s almost impossible to see. But he does. “So why are you stopping me, baby girl?” I swallow, panting. “I think I can guess,” he purrs. I swallow again. “No, you—” “Is it because if I pull this skirt any higher, I’m going to see your little panties covering that tight little pussy, and when I see those, I’m going to see how fucking wet you are, and then I’m going to know just how naughty a little bad girl you are, with your bad girl pussy getting all wet and messy for your Professor.” It is, without question, the filthiest, dirtiest, most scandalizingly forward thing I’ve ever heard in my life.

…And instantly, I’m wetter than I’ve ever, ever been. Soaked, actually, and I can feel my thin panties molding to my lips—so wet I’m afraid I’m going to leave a freaking puddle on his desk. Oliver reaches for my skirt again, and my hand stay on his, holding him back for one second, before they falter and drop. He grins wolfishly as my hands move to the side, and slowly, he pushes my skirt up all the way to my waist. I moan quietly, my legs moving together on instinct, but he groans as he shakes his head, his eyes blazing fiercely. “Uh-uh, little one,” he purrs. “Don’t you close them. Let me see, Anastasia. Show me how messy your naughty panties are.” I gasp, whimpering in pleasure as his hands slide to my thighs again. He tugs my legs open, spreading them wide, and my face goes red as I feel a man’s eyes on me, there, right on my soaked little panties, for the very first time. I’ve worn a white cotton thong, with pink lacy edges and a little pink heart right over the front of them. Except right now, they’re so wet that they’re literally transparent, clinging wetly to my pussy with only the pink heart giving me the very tiniest possible shred of modesty. “My my my,” Oliver growls, his eyes dropping to them and his whole face tightening and hardening with something wild and hungry. He makes a tsking sound as he shakes his head. “I think someone’s exactly as naughty a girl as I thought.”

His hand slides up my thigh, my breath catching more and more, until his fingers brush lightly over the lacy edge, right at the little crease between my thigh and my pussy. I moan deeply, trembling, and when my hips buck traitorously, pushing gently against his hand like my body is desperate for more, he chuckles darkly. “Eager little girl, aren’t you?” He groans, and when his hand slides over to the front of my panties, I gasp, panting as the pleasure melts through me. “And such a wet little girl too,” he groans. His thumb brushes up and down, stroking my pussy through the sticky wet cotton, and everything around me starts to blur as the pleasure between my legs begins to pulse. Oliver leans close, his breath on my bare thighs making my skin prickle and shiver, and when he looks up at me, my eyes lock on his and I fall into his gaze. “I think we should take these o .” “I think we should too,” I manage to whimper out breathlessly. His thumb keeps stroking me as his fingers slide up to the top edge of my panties. Two of them slide under, and he starts to tug them, stretching the waist down as he pulls it lower and lower, until he can see my bare, clean, shaved totally smooth lips. And he groans. “Fuck, Anastasia,” he growls, his face blazing with fierce lust and heat. His fingers tighten, tugging my panties lower even

though they’re still on my hips. The fabric digs into my skin, but there’s this restraint feeling to it that sends my pulse racing. He grunts, stretching my little panties out as he pushes them lower, baring all of me to his hungry gaze. He moves in, and my breath catches as I feel his across my bare, slick lips. He pauses for one second, his eyes flicking up to mine—one last little shred of hesitation on his face. “I’m eighteen,” I whisper. I don’t know why, maybe because that’s what I think his lingering pause might be for. He growls lowly, his eyes flashing into mine as the words leave my lips. “I’m eighteen, Professor Bard,” I whisper again, a touch of urgency and need in my voice that I know he hears. “Eighteen,” he purrs, his jaw grinding. “Please,” I gasp quietly, so… so… desperate to feel his mouth on me. So eager. So I’ve-been-waiting-for-this-for-waytoo-long-to-stop now. And slowly, he grins. “There’s a good girl.” He leans in, and when is tongue drags over my bare lips, I throw my head back and cry out. Pleasure I’ve never even dreamed of melts through me, a flooding sensation starting between my legs and radiating out through my entire body. Oliver groans, moving back in and letting his tongue swipe up over my pussy again. His tongue bumps over my clit, and

I cry out, trembling and bucking my hips wantonly against his mouth. “Greedy little thing aren’t you?” he purrs, pushing his tongue into me and making me squeal as he starts to push it in and out, like he’s shallowly fucking me with his tongue. My body trembles and quivers, my pussy flooding his tongue with my arousal as he starts to lick me faster, and more insistently. His fingers tug at my panties, stretching them away from my pussy as he devours me. That wicked tongue of his slides up and down my lips, pushing in against my virginity before sliding up to swirl across my clit. Oliver pulls away with a snarl suddenly, and I start to whimper in protest before he grabs my panties and with one quick tug, yanks them down my legs and tosses them onto his desk. He grunts, shoving my thighs apart and moving in, and I moan loudly as his tongue delves between my pussy lips again. I fall back, one hand planted on his desk, my mouth slack and my eyes hooded with lust and pleasure as I look down at him. His big hands grip my creamy thighs, pulling my legs lewdly open for him as he tongues my little pussy. My other hand drops to his head, my fingers pushing into his thick dark hair, and when he starts to swirl his tongue around and around my clit, I start to come undone. “Professor!” “Let me taste this pretty pussy, baby girl,” he groans into me. “Let me make this little cunt come all over my tongue.

Let me taste what your virgin cum tastes like, baby. Come for me. Come on my fucking tongue.” He snarls like an animal as he moves back in, and pleasure explodes through my body as he sucks my clit between his lips and starts to bat it with his tongue. His hand moves up, his ﬁngers stroking my lips and teasingly pushing shallowly inside as he tongues me. “Be a good girl and come for me, Anastasia,” he growls. “Come for your teacher like a bad little girl. Come on my fucking tongue and all over my desk. And every goddamn time I sit here for the rest of the year, when I look at you over it, I want you to remember that your sweet little pussy came all the fuck over it for me.” He groans and moves back in, mercilessly teasing my clit over and over and over again, and when he sucks it between his lips again and circles it with his tongue, and groans into me, I’m done. And I explode. I throw my head back and almost scream in pleasure, the cry of ecstasy tumbling from my lips as my hips buck against his mouth. The orgasm—and one that is inﬁnitely more powerful than anything I’ve ever felt with my own hands—explodes through me, pushing the air from my lungs, arching my back and my butt o the desk against his mouth, and blurring the edges of my sanity. I moan again and again, writhing on his desk, bucking against his mouth over and over, until with on last little spasm of pleasure, I whimper and melt across his desk.

My whole body is shaking and trembling when he catches me, pulling me up so that I’m sitting on the edge of his desk, panting and shaking. Heat flushes through my face, and I can feel a lingering throb of pleasure pulsing between my legs. Oliver stands, his face a mask of lust as he cups my face and crushes his lips to mine. I freeze for one second at the taste of myself on his lips, and then I’m kissing him right back, eagerly and hungrily tasting myself on his tongue. “Professor Bard,” I gasp, whimpering as he kisses me fiercely. “That… that…” “That was just the beginning,” he groans, pulling back, his eyes blazing into mine. “I’ve been waiting far too long to get my hands on you, Anastasia,” he purrs quietly, holding my gaze fiercely. “And now that I’ve got you, I’m not even close to being done with you.” Our lips crush together again, and I moan as he starts to tug at the buttons of my uniform blouse. “I’ll never be done with you,” he growls quietly. “Ever.”

OLIVER

I’M FUCKING LOST as I kiss her. Lost, unhinged, and insane, and the feeling of all three together is like a rush through my chest. Kissing her feels like perfection. It feels like exactly what I was put on this earth to do. And I’ll be damned if I’m going to stop now. My hand drifts to her neck, gripping it gently but firmly as I kiss her. Anastasia moans wildly, kissing me even fiercer, and the fire roars through me. …She likes giving me the control. It’s not just that she’s inexperienced, and willing to let me take the lead. She wants the loss of control. She loves it. This isn’t some sick power thing where I’m forcing her. She genuinely is into me taking charge. And she’s fucking wet because of it. I growl as I let one hand slide back between her legs, and when I stroke my fingers through her sticky, slippery cunt, she moans as she kisses me harder. I was telling the truth before, about going home and smelling her candy pussy on her panties. That scent has

lingered in my senses, hounding me, chasing me like an addiction I can’t get a fix for. But now, she’s right here, and I can taste to my heart’s content. I slide my hand from between her legs, and I pull away from her lips to wrap mine around a slick finger and suck it clean right in front of her. Anastasia moans, biting her lip and whimpering as she watches me lick her cum from my finger. Jesus Christ, she’s so fucking sweet, like goddamn candy. I grunt as I lick my finger totally clean. Fuck, I want the taste of her on my tongue always. For breakfast. Lunch. Dinner. Dessert. I want the taste of her sticky little virgin pussy as a fucking co ee creamer. My hand slides back down, teasing her pussy again as she whimpers in pleasure, before I bring it back up. And this time, it’s her lips I bring it to. Anastasia trembles, panting heavily, her face bright red and her blue eyes wide. And slowly, licking her lips, she parts and then slides them down over my finger. Fuck, I’m going straight to hell. Legal or not, teasing me or not, this is fucked. This is wrong. Eighteen or not, she’s a student. A fucking high school student. My fucking high school student. My mind flickers to public shaming and ruin. To charges. To prison bars. To wondering if Mr. Penworth owns a shotgun. But then my eyes focus on her, and her alone, and the rest of it melts away.

Nothing else matters but her, and nothing in this world would ever keep me from her. “Do you want more, baby girl?” I growl lowly, my cock straining so tightly at the front of my slacks as my balls swell and tingle for release. And slowly, Anastasia nods. “Yes,” she whispers heatedly, gasping as I start to undo more and more of the buttons on her blouse. It falls apart, and my eyes drop to the front clasp of her ﬂimsy, white, lacy bra. “Yes?” She blushes, a whimper escaping her lips as my ﬁnger teases down between the valley of her pert, soft, full breasts to linger at the clasp. “Yes, sir.” I groan as she says it, my cock throbbing as I pop the clasp to her bra, freeing her perky tits. Soft, creamy, capped with pu y pink nipples that make my fucking mouth water. “You want me to teach you what happens to bad girls at detention?” Anastasia whimpers again, nodding. I lean in, letting my lips brush her earlobe. “On your knees, baby girl,” I purr. She moans, and her mouth sears to mine as she kisses me hungrily, melting against me. She pulls away, kissing down my chin as she slowly drops down to her knees in front of

me. Her hands tremble as they reach for my belt, and she struggles with it a little before I grin and reach down to help. I pull my belt free, then the button of my pants before she pushes my hands away, like she wants to prove something, and reaches for my zipper. She tugs it down, panting, her eyes wide as she peels my slacks away. Her eyes land on the big bulge in my black boxer briefs, and she gasps quietly. I watch, groaning, my cock pulsing as her small hands slide up my thighs, up to the waist of my briefs. She tugs them down, her little pink tongue wetting her lips and her chest rising and falling as she peels them down, exposing more and more of my thick, throbbing shaft. She coos softly, her eyes so fucking wide and her jaw dropping, until suddenly, my thick cock springs free of my briefs. “Holy shit,” she whispers, her jaw dropping as she stares at my cock. “You’ve never seen another one?” She swallows, shaking her head. “No.” I groan. I didn’t think she had, even with that whole bad girl act of leaving her panties in my drawer. She might be stone cold gorgeous, and sexy as sin, and blonde, and beautiful, with the varsity cheer team body and the pouty “fuck-me” lips. But there’s an innocence there I can smell a mile away. “Virgin” was basically ﬂashing on a neon sign over her head, but I’d considered the idea that she’d at least explored with some little shit-stain of a boy at some point. …Apparently, I was wrong.

Part of that look in her eyes is because mine is the first cock she’s laid eyes on. But the other part is that I am not a small man, there. My thick, long, fat cock throbs and pulses heavily in the air between us, and she moans softly as she lets her eyes drink it in. Her hand reaches up, tentatively pausing before she swallows, takes a breath, and bring her hand the rest of the way. I grunt as her fingers wrap as far around my shaft as they can, and when she gives me a slow, teasing, exploratory stroke up and down, I moan in pleasure, my muscles tightening. She looks up into my eyes, and I melt. She’s so fucking pretty on her knees, hand on my cock, tits out, plaid skirt bunched up around her waist, pretty pink lips wide open and ready, and her hair in those teasing little pigtails. It’s so fucking wrong, but damn if my cock doesn’t get even harder with her looking at me like that. She leans forward, opens her mouth, holds my gaze, and slowly sinks her lips down over my swollen crown. …And I groan. The pleasure hisses from my lips, my balls drawing up and my jaw clenching as Anastasia wraps her lips right around my shaft. I can feel her tongue exploring me—licking and teasing and tasting my throbbing cock as she starts to suck. She moans so eagerly, bobbing her lips up and down the first few inches of my cock wetly. And it. Is. Heaven.

It’s clearly her first time, but fuck is she into it. She moans so eagerly, stroking me as she bobs her mouth up and down. She moans wetly around my head, squirming and squeezing her thighs together as she slurps on my big dick. Her soft little lips drag up and down, her tongue swirling in circles over the head, and I want to come so fucking bad. But not yet. Not before I really make her mine. My balls swell with cum, and I can feel myself start to lose control—I want to hold her by the hair and fuck that sweet little mouth until I come all over her tongue. But somehow, I hold back. Somehow, I manage to stay in control, and I somehow discover the wherewithal to pull her away from my cock. She’s gasping and panting, her lips swollen and her eyes wild as I pull my glistening cock from her pouty, wet mouth. I groan, wrapping a hand around my cock and pulling it away from her as I fight to stay in control. “Was that… was that okay?” “Fuck, Anastasia,” I groan, gritting my teeth. “Baby girl, that was too good.” She grins, blushing. “And what if I wasn’t done with you?” And before I can say another word, she’s dropped her mouth lower, to my heavy, cum-filled balls. I hiss in pleasure as she sucks gently on them, kissing my swollen balls and letting her tongue dart out to tease across them.

“Just like that, Ms. Penworth,” I groan, watching the eager, hungry, impish grin on her lips as she teasingly tongues my balls. I grunt, pleasure blazing through me before I pull her up and into my arms. I kiss her ﬁercely and hungrily as my hands grab her tight little ass and lift her up onto the edge of my desk again. My muscled thighs spread hers wide, moving between them and making her moan as I drag my swollen head up and down her slippery, glistening pink pussy lips. …Fuck me, I could come just from this, without even sliding into her. I slowly ﬁst my cock as I push it through her folds, sliding it higher to let the thick crown brush over her clit. Anastasia moans, and I’m so fucking close to just pushing in and sliding my cock to the hilt in her eager little virgin pussy, before I hold myself back a moment, blinking back into reality. “Anastasia,” I say quietly. Her eyes dart to mine, her gaze wild. “We can go somewhere,” I purr. “Somewhere nicer than a classroom for this.” But Anastasia just shakes head, biting her lip as she holds my gaze. “No,” she says quietly. “Nowhere else.” She leans in, kissing me eagerly as I shove her blouse and bra down her arms.

“I want you, Professor Bard,” she moans softly. “And I want you here, please.” “You want me to fuck you here?” I growl. “You want my fat cock to stretch open your little cunt for the ﬁrst time, and fuck you like a bad girl right here across your professor’s desk?” Anastasia whimpers, and I grunt as I tease my thick head over her clit, feeling her smooth legs wrap around my waist. “I’m too old for you,” I growl. “No, you’re not.” “And you’re far too young for me.” “Am I?” she whispers. “Then why haven’t you stopped?” I groan, bruising my lips to hers. “Because I’m weak with you, Anastasia,” I groan. “Because I can’t fucking stop with you.” I push my hips forward, letting my swollen head nudge over her clit, feeling her soft, slippery lips kissing the underside of my rock-hard cock. I keep teasing her clit, again and again, my cock leaking sticky white precum all over her as I move faster over her clit. I kiss her hard and deep, swallowing her moans until suddenly, I feel her tense against me and then shudder as the small orgasm tingles through her. “Oh my God,” she gasps, clinging to me and moaning for more as I nudge my head lower. I press into her, sliding my

eager, swollen cock just a little inside, and she cries out, clawing at my arms. “Tell me you want this, baby girl,” I hiss—one ﬁnal glance over the edge before the fall. Anastasia leans in to me, undoing my tie and the top few buttons of my dress shirt. She kisses me while she does it, and when she’s done, she pulls away, kissing her way to my jaw. “I want you to fuck me, Professor Bard,” she all but whispers, her voice breathless and her eyes wild as they lock onto me. “I want you to fuck me exactly how you want to.” I groan, my lips searing to hers. “Good girl,” I growl, teasing her clit. And I’m about to slide right into that pure, slick heaven between her legs, when I suddenly hear the sound footsteps coming down the hall. Our eyes dart to one another, and her face pales. The footsteps grow louder, and when they stop right outside my classroom door, I swear under my breath. “Anastasia—” It happens so fast that I barely even register it. Anastasia gasps, darting under my damn desk just as I manage to drop to my chair and wheel it in close to the desk with my legs under it just before the door swings wide open.

ANASTASIA

“OLIVER! You’re here late.” My heart is racing, and there’s a ringing in my ears, but I can still recognize the woman’s voice as she enters the room as belonging to Vice Principle Lyne. Adrenaline and fear and this rushing sensation ﬂood my body as I sit there under Oliver’s desk on my knees—my shirt wide open, my skirt pulled up, and my panties… somewhere? I cringe, hoping to God they’re not sitting on his freaking desk or something. On the plus side, his desk has a front to it, which means I’m totally hidden beneath it. The other plus is that his thick cock is still out, throbbing and rock hard as it juts from his lap under the desk, barely a foot from me. I bite my lip, watching the little trickle of white precum leak from his swollen head to run down his shaft. “Detention,” Professor Bard says gru “It just let out, actually.”

y, clearing his throat.

Vice Principle Lyne laughs this forced-sounding, but musical laugh.

“Ahh yes, your famous midnight detention.” She giggles, and I can imagine those perfect white teeth of hers flashing from behind perfectly painted, full lips. Winchester’s Vice Principle is in her early thirties, and is totally and utterly gorgeous, in that kind of James Bond villainess way—dark, long tumbling locks of hair. Perfectly smoky blue eyes, perfect teeth, perfect tits, a butt half the girls on the cheer squad would commit murder for. And despite being frosty as fuck and a permanent ice-queen of a bitch, at least two-thirds of the guys at Winchester lust over her, daily. She laughs again, and I hear her walk over to Oliver’s desk. “It’s so old-school of you, Oliver.” Professor Bard laughs a thin laugh. “Well, what can I say, I’m an old-school guy.” “Such a task-master,” Ms. Lyne purrs out with a flirty giggle. My jaw sets, and my eyes suddenly narrow. “I have to say, I love a man who can lay down the law and keep a firm grip on things.” My jaw drops. Is she fucking flirting with him? The thought burns through my mind, making me see red. “Anything I can help you with, Kelly?” Oliver says evenly, ignoring her flirty comment. “Oh, I just saw your light on and wanted to come check in on my favorite new teacher before I left. But, since I have you…”

Ms. Lyne giggles. “What do you think?” “Of?” She laughs again, and I hear the small creek of her sitting on the side of his desk. Oliver’s body sti ens. Considering his cock is out, that he’s got a half-naked senior under his desk, and that his boss is sitting right in front of him, I don’t blame him. “Of my outfit!” I scowl as I hear her stand again, and under the thin space between the bottom of the desk and the floor, I see her spotless running shoes dance in a little circle as she gives a little twirl. Oliver clears his throat. “It’s great, Kelly.” “Thanks! They just opened a twenty-four-hour gym in my building, so I’m going to start getting a workout in before bed every night. Top isn’t too tight, is it?” I can practically hear her claws sliding out and into him, and my lips pull back in a snarl as I see red. She’s certainly flirting, hard, and with what’s mine. Screw that. I know it’s insane, and pushing it way too far considering what would happen if she realized what all was hiding under the desk. But, the more she shamelessly flirts with him, the more I feel this possessive, fierce ownership of him. It’s like we’re animals out on the Savannah, and I need to mark

what’s mine. I reach out, and when my fingers slide over his still-hard cock, Oliver groans, loudly. “You okay?” “Oh, yeah, yeah…” he grunts, his hand dating under the desk to push mine away. But I don’t let him, not at all. I just keep stroking as I lean forward and let my breath tease over his thick head. “You know, you should come join me some time.” “Pardon?” Ms. Lyne laughs flirtatiously again, which sets of my jealous, possessive rage again. Only this time, I know exactly how to channel it. …I sink my mouth over Oliver’s big cock, and I suck. “My gym! You could come work out with me sometime.” Bitch. I suck even harder, swirling my tongue around his crown as I greedily slurp more of him into the back of my throat. I can feel him tensing, and I hear the barely contained grunt from his lips as his thick cock swells in my mouth. He reaches under the desk again, trying to push me away from him, but I knock his hands away as I hum quietly on his cock. “Not that you need to work out. I mean, those arms, Oliver! What do you do? Crossfit?” I take him even deeper, sucking on him so wetly as I stoke his shaft. He’s mine, not hers. My bobbing lips move faster,

quietly slurping up and down his thick cock as I tease him with my tongue. His hands try and push me away again, but at this point, I think he knows it’s a futile gesture. I can taste my own pussy on his head, from when he was teasing me with it before that bitch just barged right in. I moan quietly, stroking his cock with one hand, I bring the other one up to cup his full, heavy balls. Oliver clenches, and his hand under the desk no longer tries to push me away. Instead, he pushes it into my hair and tangles it there, giving me a thrill as I start to suck and bob even harder. “I… uh, no,” he grunts. “No Crossfit, I just lift.” “Well, it’s certainly working for you. Listen, Oliver, why don’t you pack it in? It’s late, and we can go grab that drink I keep asking you about.” “What about the gym?” She giggles, and I imagine her waving her hand flirtatiously, which only fuels me as I start to go to town on his cock. “Oh, it can wait. Come on! The bar on first floor of my building has fantastic cocktails. You know that.” Oliver grunts, clearing his throat. “Maybe another time, Kelly,” he hisses, his cock swelling so big between my lips as his hand tangles in my hair. His hips move—barely, and basically undetectable from the other side of the desk, but the thrill of him fucking my little mouth has my pussy so wet that I can feel it trickling down my thighs.

Ms. Lyne is silent for a moment, but when she talks, her ﬂirty tone is gone. “Okay,” she says testily, “I mean, we had that drink before, when you ﬁrst started at Winchester.” Green, envious rage burns through me, and I pull away from him, scowling at the thought of Oliver meeting up with the gorgeous and sultry Ms. Lyne for a drink, at the freaking bar in her goddamn building. Them doing other things besides having a drink together seeps into my mind like poison, and my scowl deepens. But then, that possessive feeling comes roaring back into me, and without another poisonous thought, I drop my mouth back down onto his cock. “Oliver are you… I mean,” Ms. Lyne sighs deeply. “Do you date men, Oliver?” I almost laugh around his cock. “Excuse me?” he growls. “Oliver, I’m telling you I want you to take me out for a drink. I’m inviting you to come hang out in my very building. Most of the male sta here would trip over themselves at the opportunity.” I arch a brow as I pull away to tongue at Oliver’s head. What a bitch, I think to myself before I sink my mouth back over Professor Bard’s big cock. “I’m not gay, if that’s what you’re asking, Kelly,” he growls. “I just don’t mix work and play, that’s all.”

“I see,” Ms. Lyne says testily. “And you’re technically my boss. I don’t know how appropriate—” “Forget it, Oliver,” she hisses under her breath, and I hear her stand from the desk. “Enjoy grading your paper,” she mutters. “Enjoy the gym, Kelly.” I listen, my mouth still bobbing up and down his pulsing, thick cock, as Ms. Lyne walks towards the door. It opens, and she pauses. “Oh, and Oliver, one more thing. I expect those mid-term evaluations on my desk first thing on Monday.” My fingers tease over his swollen balls as I kiss his head, and he just groans, hand tightening in my hair as Ms. Lyne slams the door behind her. Oliver immediately growls, pushing his chair back and dropping his fierce gaze to me, sitting there on my knees suckling his fat cock. “You fucking tease,” he groans as I pull away, biting my lip and looking up at him. The green jealous fire from before is almost gone, but it’s still there a little, burning fiercely in my chest. I chew at my lip as I look at him coolly. “Did you guys go out?”

He frowns. “What?” “You and Kelly.” Oliver snorts, a small grin teasing the corners of his mouth. “No, we did not. I had a drink with her when I ﬁrst started, and that’s it.” “At the bar in same building she lives in?” I can hear the testy, jealous tone in my voice, and I know how lame it is, but I can’t stop. Oliver just smiles though, his eyes holding mine as he strokes my hair with his big hand. “Just a drink, baby girl,” he purrs. “Trust me.” He eyes me, that sly smile still teasing his lips. “I think I like you with that jealous glint in your eyes, you know.” I pout at him, “She’s pretty.” “She’s a pale imitation,” he grunts. “Of you.” I can’t stop the smile that creeps over my lips, and I blush as I look down. “You’re just saying that because your cock is in my hands.” Oliver chuckles darkly. “No, I’m not. Come here, sweetness.” He goes to pull me up into his lap, but I shake my head, not moving from my knees between his legs.

“Uh-uh,” I purr teasingly. “Not yet.” I lean in, wetting my lips and planting little kisses over his swollen cock as Oliver groans in pleasure. “Kelly is not my type, Anastasia.” “Not barely legal?” He groans as I suck his head back between my lips, his jaw clenching as I slurp wetly on him. “She too old for you?” He arches a brow. “She’s my age, you know.” “Exactly.” My lips slide back around him, and he groans as he throws his head back, his hand cupping my face. “Am I doing okay?” I say softly. He groans, his jaw clenching as his eyes burn into me. “Fuck yes,” he hisses, sending a thrill through me as I swirl my tongue around his crown. “You almost made me come in front of my fucking boss.” I giggle. “I should have.” I lean back in, swiping up the underside of him with my tongue. And when I watch how he reacts to me teasing him like this, it’s like a power rushing through me, seeing the control I can have over this big, powerful, older man.

“Is this how you like it?” I purr, suckling on his crown and licking the tip of him in slow swirls. Oliver growls lowly, nodding, his eyes full of lust as he starts to undo the buttons of his shirt. He pulls it o , his muscles and his ink rippling, and I moan as I suck him harder and try to ﬁt more of him into my mouth. Something naughty, and ﬁlthy, and slutty burns to life inside of me, urging me on and making my head swim. I moan deeply, looking up at him as I tongue the head of his cock. “Or is it that yesterday, me sucking your big cock like this with my warm, wet little mouth would’ve been illegal?” Oliver groans deeply, his cock swelling between my lips as his hands slide back to my hair. “Fucking hell, Anastasia,” he growls, grabbing my pigtails as I moan around his cock. “Do you like my young, wet mouth on your cock, sir?” I purr. I know I’m laying it on thick, but the fantasy and the wrongness of it all is like a drug, fueling me on and making me want to be his perfect little tease. His eager, willing bad girl. “Do you like me making your big, grown up cock feel so good?” “Jesus, Ana,” he grunts, his face red and his eyes wild. His abs clench and ripple as his cock pulses between my lips, and I start to suck him harder.

“Get up here,” he growls, moving to pull me into his lap again. But I just shake my head and mumble “uh-uh” around his cock. “You’re gonna make me come if you keep that up, baby girl,” he hisses. “Good,” I whisper, making him groan as I swallow his cock into the back of my throat. I moan deeply as I wantonly and brazenly suck and slurp at his fat cock, bobbing my swollen, pouty lips up and down as I stroke his shaft and tease his balls. Oliver groans, gripping the armrest of the chair in an iron grip with one hand, and guiding me up and down his achingly hard cock with the other. “I want to taste your cum, sir,” I moan eagerly as I slide my mouth back down his glistening shaft, sucking him deep. “Fuck, Ana,” he groans, his hips flexing and his cock swelling up so freaking big in my mouth as I eagerly suck on him. “You want my cum, baby girl? You want me to fill this naughty, bratty mouth with my fucking cum?” I moan, my entire body on fire as I whimper and look up at him with lust-hooded eyes and nod. I push down as deep as I can go on his big, fat cock, and when my tongue swirls over the underside of him, I feel him pulse in my mouth. And suddenly, he’s coming.

I whimper, sucking on him and jerking his shaft as he starts to flood my mouth with hot, sticky cum. He grunts, his hand tight in my hair as he pumps rope after sticky-sweet rope of hot cum across my tongue until he’s filled my mouth entirely with him. I moan eagerly, swallowing his cum and shivering in ecstasy at the utter wrongness of what we just did. …And at how much I liked it. He stops coming, and I stay right there, sucking him gently as he pulses once more between my lips. I pull away, and suddenly, he’s tugging me into his lap, my legs spread around his as he kisses me fiercely. “Fuck, baby girl,” he groans, kissing me slowly. I blush as I kiss him back, grinding against his lap as I feel the underside of his cock press against my pussy, and I whimper. “You’re still so hard,” I gasp incredulously as I feel his very hard, very thick, very eager cock pulse against me. “Always for you,” he growls, kissing me slow and deep as he starts to pull me down to grind on that perfect, big dick. “I’m always hard for you.”

OLIVER

THIS IS INSANE. I know it is, and the voice in my head keeps screaming it, but I just keep tamping it down and shoving it aside. Because insane or not, there’s no stopping this, and the longer I kiss her, and the longer I hold her, and feel the heat in her lips as she moans into me, the more I know that. Technically legal or not, I know I could lose everything because of this. But the thing is, for her, I would. I’d give it all up for her, willingly. I know people could and might call this creepy, or predatory. But I know in my heart it isn’t. She’s young, yes, but there’s an agelessness to her soul. It’s the knowledge that I’d be head over heels for Anastasia no matter her age, not because of it. That’s the di erence between what I feel for her and creepiness. I won’t deny that the wrongness of her age versus mine gets me hard as stone. But I’m not obsessed with her because of it. She could twenty-ﬁve, or my age, or fucking ten years older than me, and I know damn well that I’d still be under her spell.

She whimpers as I stand, lifting her with my hands on that sweet ass of hers before I sit her down on the edge of my desk. I groan into her lips, kissing her with everything I have as I slide her shirt and bra o entirely. Our bodies move together, and the feel of her pu y pink nipples dragging over my chest has me groaning for more. I move between her legs. She opens them willingly, moaning eagerly as she feels my thickness brush against her bare little cunt. “I’m going to take you now,” I growl softly into her lips. “I’m going to make you mine.” She moans, throwing her arms around my neck and kissing me ﬁercely. Her hands slide down my back, around over my sides and up over my muscled chest as she coos into my lips. “Last chance to stop, angel,” I say softly. Anastasia pulls away, frowning, her brow worried. “I mean it, Ana. This is done the second you say so. I fucking want you, but I’m sure as fuck not going to force you to—” “You’re not,” she whispers ﬁercely, kissing me. “You might regret this.” “I won’t,” she hisses. “Will you?” I shake my head, my eyes locked on hers. “Fuck no.” She whimpers as our lips come together, her mouth opening so willingly for my tongue as we groan into each other. “But you need to know, if you want, this is done, now. No repercussions. We go right back to being student and

teacher.” She swallows, chewing on her lip before she lets her tongue dart across it. “But… but sir,” she whispers with this sultry tone to her voice. “Won’t my grades su er?” I frown. “What?” “If—if I say no,” she purrs out, this little edge of heat to her voice. “Won’t I fail?” My jaw tightens. “Jesus Christ, Ana. Do you seriously—” And then I see it—the impish grin, the sly look on her face. The ﬁre in her eyes. Little. Fucking. Tease. She wants this—she wants to play this game, and she’s eager for it. …Two can play it. “Yes,” I snarl, my soft tone fading away as my eyes burn into hers “You’re damn right you’ll fail,” I hiss. She whimpers, panting, her eyes blazing with lust. “But—but sir, I’m a virgin!” I groan. “Not after me you won’t be,” I growl. “You want to pass my class?”

“I—I already sucked your cock, sir!” God help me. “That was to pass,” I groan, pushing her legs apart as I slide between them, my thick cock brushing over her thighs. “You want an A?” She whimpers. “Yes, sir.” “Then you’re going to give me everything.” Anastasia moans, losing herself in this fantasy. And fuck, it’s so wrong, but God help me, I am too. “Spread your legs, you little fucking tease,” I snarl. “Show me how wet that naughty little cunt is. Show me how bad you want my cock.” “Please,” she moans, panting her ﬁngers dragging over my chest as she pants eagerly. I spread her legs wide, skimming my ﬁngers high up her thighs until she’s mewling in frustration for me to touch her pussy. …But I can tease too. “Touch yourself,” I groan. “Show me.” Anastasia blushes. “Ol—sir—” “Touch your pussy,” I groan, stepping away and moving to sit in my chair. Anastasia whimpers, nodding, her face full of lust, her eyes locked on mine, and her hands sliding down her body. I

watch, groaning as she spreads her legs, her fingers sliding down to brush through her dewy lips. I growl, stroking my cock as I watch her, and she moans wildly. “Oh fuck…” she gasps quietly, whimpering as she touches her pussy. She’s so fucking wet she’s glistening, and her soft little cunt looks so goddamn inviting—so soft and pink and pouty. Swollen with her lust. Ana moans again as her fingers start to roll her clit. I groan, stroking myself as I watch her—legs apart, blonde pigtails, plaid skirt still around her waist, and those fucking kneehighs. She’s the school girl fantasy—the pretty little tease. And she’s all mine. I can’t hold back as I watch her touch her pussy, moaning so sweetly as she does. I pull my chair close to her, leaning in, and when my tongue drags over her lips as she teases her clit, Ana shudders in ecstasy and moans wildly. I start to shallowly fuck her with my tongue, my hands gripping the backs of her knees and spreading her legs wide apart. She moans louder and louder, her fingers rubbing her clit as I tongue her pussy, until suddenly, she bucks against my face and cries out in pleasure as a climax thunders through her. She moans, panting for air as I lick and kiss and bite my way up her body, teasing my way higher, over her tummy and her breast, where I taste those sweet little pink nipples before moving higher. I pull her legs wide apart and move between them, wrapping them around my muscled waist as my lips

crush to hers. My swollen cock head brushes against her opening, and I nudge forward with my hips, letting the fat crown settle between her petal soft lips. “Sir,” she moans breathlessly. “Ana,” I groan back into her lips. I pull away, and when our eyes lock, the playful fantasy drops away for a second until it’s just the real her and the real me eye to eye. “Take me,” she moans softly, her lips brushing mine. “Make me yours.” She rocks her hips against me, and without another moment’s hesitation, I push forward. My thick head squeezes into her tight, slippery little cunt, and I groan in pleasure as her slick heat envelopes me. She coos and whimpers into my lips, clinging to me, her body tightening as I slowly come up against her virginity. “Ana—” “Do it,” she moans. “Make me yours.” I thrust, and my big cock pushes through the last of her virginity. She cries out, clinging to me and dropping her mouth to my shoulder, biting me. I just hold myself there, my cock throbbing at the feel of her as I let her get used to the size of me. My mouth ﬁnds hers, and I kiss her slow and softly, letting every single ounce of my lust for her pour into that kiss. And slowly, I start to push.

My cock slides into her slick, dripping wet heat, and I groan in pleasure as her velvety soft walls swallow my thickness. Ana cries out, her arms and legs wrapped tight around me and her moans of pleasure filling my ears. “There we go,” I groan. “Just like that, baby girl. Let me inside this perfect, pretty little pussy.” I ease more of me into her, grunting at how damn tight she is. Her legs pull me in deeper and her moans urging me on. Our lips sear together, tongues swirling as I sink inch after thick, throbbing, pulsing inch of my bare cock deep in her heavenly little pussy. And I keep on going, filling her until finally, I can feel my balls rest against her lips. “Oliver,” she moans softly into my mouth, and when I kiss her this time, it’s with every single part of me. I stay like that, buried to the hilt in her tight, perfect little pussy, letting her get used to the feel of me. She moans, and when she starts to move her hips, panting into my mouth, I know she’s ready. … I know she’s ready to be truly taken. I kiss her fiercely as I pull back, sliding my glistening, throbbing cock out from her eager little pussy before I push right back in. She moans, crying out and clinging to me as her legs tighten. I do it again, sliding out and then right back in, burying myself to the hilt as she squeals in pleasure. “There we go,” I growl, sliding out and back in, making her gasp as she takes every inch of me. I thrust in harder, and she cries out as I bury myself to the hilt.

“Oh, fuck that’s so, so good,” she coos, panting and trembling as she lets her head fall back. I grunt, my hands sliding to her hips and her ass, yanking her against me as I start to thrust harder and move faster. My swollen cock stretches her little cunt around it, her pink lips clinging to me so eagerly as I plunge in and out of her. My hips crash against her thighs, and her nipples drag over my chest like two little pink points as we rock together faster, and harder. Any semblance of control starts to shatter, and before I know it, I’m lost in it all. I start to move faster and more wantonly, fucking her harder as our bodies writhe together. I know nothing but her and the slick heavenly heat between her thighs. I hear nothing but her soft, sweet moans, urging me on. I can feel her pussy clinging to me even tighter, rippling up and down my shaft as she moans fall in quick, panted little whimpers and squeals. I bury my face in her neck, biting and sucking at the tender skin there as I rut into her like a beast —like a man possessed. I fuck her hard against my desk, both of us panting and moaning as we crash together again and again. I let one thumb drift down from her hip over her belly, and then lower, and when I start to roll it over her clit as I fuck her, Ana starts to come undone. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Her aching, soft little cries ﬁll the room, along with the vulgar and lewd sound of my big cock plunging into her

slick, dripping wet pussy and my heavy, cum-swollen balls slapping her ass. “Oliver—” “You wanna come for me, baby girl? That it? You want to learn what it feels like to come all over a man’s cock? Give me that come, baby. Let me feel this sweet little teen pussy come all over my big fat cock.” She explodes. It’s sudden, and all-consuming, and when she does, it’s like a bomb going o . Ana cries out into my lips, clinging to me so tightly as her whole body goes rigid and then shudders and trembles in release. She moans wildly, kissing me feverishly as she comes over and over, ﬂooding my cock with her honey as I groan into her neck.

ANASTASIA

I KNOW IT’S WRONG. I know if someone were to ﬁnd us like this, they’d ruin his career and put a scarlet letter on my back forever. But I can’t stop, because I just want more, even if he’s already given me so much. Well, and taken. Like my virginity. I blush crimson, and there’s this rushing sensation—like adrenaline, or Christmas morning, or a whole bunch of things—teasing its way through me. I’ve just given my virginity to Oliver Bard, and the thrill of that will never stop buzzing through me. There’s a soreness between my legs, but it’s so good too. It’s so real. It’s like a reminder from him—like Oliver’s marked me as his. That and the hickies and bites on my neck I can feel even if I can’t see them. They’re all toe-curling and pulse-quickening little reminders of what we’ve done. I blush as I kiss his chest, curled in his arms with my legs spread around his in his chair.

I wish he’d come inside of me. He didn’t come at all, but I wish he had. And the naughtiness of wishing he’d come in me is this teasing little false burning inside of me. I want to feel him in me, as part of me, even when he’s not. I want to feel him filling me when we come together. I swallow heatedly, kissing his skin and letting my nails rake over his muscled, inked arms. I’m still wet, and when I grind my pussy against his thick, hard cock, I moan softly into his skin. “Greedy girl,” Oliver purrs, his hand stroking my bare skin. I blush deeper. “I can’t help it.” “Good,” he growls. “Don’t. Because I’m not done with you by a damn mile. Come here.” I gasp as he stands, easily lifting and cradling me in his arms and holding me close to him as he turns and moves for the door to his o ce. A lot of the classrooms in the older buildings on campus, like this one, have that—a classroom with a private o ce attached. Oliver storms through the door to his, kicking it shut behind him as he moves for the desk. I gasp as he sweeps the desk clean, sending papers and files folders and pens scattering across the floor before she sets me down on it and growls as he kisses me hungrily and deeply. He pushes me back across the big wooden desk, and when his big hands find my knees and push my legs up high and wide, I moan as I feel him step between them.

My skirt falls around my waist, and I see the fire in his eyes as his gaze teases over me, down between my legs where his eyes narrow at my pink, dripping wet, no-longer-virgin pussy. “Mine,” he growls softly, and it’s so tender and yet so possessive at the same time that I whimper as he moves in. He grips the backs of my knees tight, pushing my legs back as he eases his swollen cock against my little pussy. His eyes sweep over me to meet mine, and he holds hat fierce gaze as he slowly pushes into me. I cry out, moaning in pleasure as his big dick fills me up with one powerful stroke, taking the breath from my lungs and sending pleasure rippling through me. He slides out and then thrusts right back in, hard. I moan wildly as he does it again, a groan of savage lust on his lips as he thrusts deeply into me. Our eyes lock, and the growl rumbles from his lips as he starts to thrust harder, that big, thick cock of his stretching me so good and filling me to the absolute hilt. And it feels so fucking good. Him taking control, and just taking me, and rutting into me like this is like flicking a switch. It felt amazing before, out in the classroom where he took my virginity, but this? This is something else entirely, and I want it all. I cry out, clawing at his desk and throwing my head back as Professor Bard thrusts into me, fucking me hard a deep.

“Don’t hold back!” I gasp out, whimpering in pleasure as his muscled body thrusts against mine. He grins wickedly, his blue eyes blazing. “You’re not ready for me to not hold back, little girl,” he groans. I moan, biting my lip as a ripple of forbidden pleasure teases through me. “Try me.” “No,” he growls, his jaw tight and his eyes wild. He’s fucking me hard, but I know he’s not giving me everything. I know he’s holding a little back, and I don’t want him to. With him, I want it all, and I’m ready to play every card I have to get it. I give him a hard, sassy, bratty look, ﬁre roaring inside of me and blazing through my eyes. “What are you, a pussy?” Oliver growls savagely, ﬁre in his eyes. “Stop it.” “Stop what?” I whimper innocently. “I know what you’re doing.” “What, telling you to fuck me like a man?” That spark blazes in his eyes, and I grin as I see the control fall away from him. “That what you want, little girl?” he snarls, both of us groaning as he sinks his big cock deep in my tight, dripping wet pussy.

“You want me to fuck you like a man, huh? You wanna know what it feels like to get well and truly fucked like a good little fuckdoll?” I almost come on the spot, his filthy, crude words lighting a freaking forest fire inside of me as I whimper and nod, feeling his hands tighten on me and his thrusts get even harder. “You gonna talk to me about it or actually—oh fuck!” I squeal as Oliver pulls out of me, and without warning, flips me over face down across his desk with my legs hanging o the edge. I can almost touch the floor with my toes, but not quiet, which leaves me feeling so open and delightfully helpless and exposed for him. Oliver grunts as he yanks my skirt up over my bare ass. His hand comes down with a sharp smack, spanking my ass as I yelp in pleasure. He does it again, harder, making me squeal and clench my legs together as the pleasure burns hotly through my core. He growls as he grabs my legs and yanks them apart, sliding between them and lining his fat cock up with my tight little pussy. I tremble as I feel him tease his swollen crown up and down my slit, making me whimper as I feel the barely contained power in his touch. “This what you want?” “Ye—oh God!” Oliver plunges in with one thrust, filling me to the hilt and taking my breath away as I’m suddenly impaled on his big cock. His hands grab my ass tightly as he pulls back,

spanking me again as he ruts right back in. He sinks into me again and again, making me squeal in pleasure as he fucks me hard and deep. “This what you wanted, you bad little girl?” he growls, thrusting into me and making me cry out in pleasure. “You want me to fuck you like a dirty little brat? Like my little fuck toy?” His hand slides up my back and teases into my hair, grabbing a ﬁst full of it and yanking as I gasp and then moan in pleasure. He grunts as he thrusts into me, giving me every inch of his big cock as he pulls my hair enough to make my head spin with raw lust. His palm comes down, spanking my ass red and making me squeal as he fucks me again and again, until suddenly, I’m coming. I cry out, the moans dripping from my lips as his thick cock and his hands on me shove me right over the edge. I moan loudly against the big wooded desk, trembling and whimpering as he fucks me right through my climax, making me come again and again until I’m seeing stars. His hand tugs at my hair, his other one spanks my ass, and his balls slap my clit with every deep, powerful thrust. And it’s so. Fucking. Good. It feels primal, elemental. It’s raw, pure sex, and it’s everything I wanted with him. Oliver’s hand lingers on my ass after another spank, and when his thumb slips down between my cheeks to rest against my tight little asshole, I whimper at the forbidden, illicit pleasure that tingles through me.

“Oh God…” “You want me to fuck your little high school pussy until you come on my big adult cock? You want to be a bad little girl and fucking come on your professor’s cock?” I cry out, loving every second of it as he thrusts into me, fucking me hard and fast and making me come again just as his ﬁlthy words ripple through my senses. The world and everything I’m feeling starts to blur together—heat roaring through me and across my skin as I writhe under him, feeling him utterly claim me. His thumb teases my ass, his hand tugs at my hair, and when he pumps that big cock so deep inside, it’s the last that I can take. I cry out as the explosive climax washes over me, slamming into me and carrying me away as I just keep moaning for him. I can feel his thick cock swelling even bigger inside of me, and his thrusts get harder, and deeper, until he’s an animal fucking the shit out of me against the desk. I come again, and this time, I feel him groan as he thrusts deep. His cock swells, and suddenly, he’s crashing over that edge with me. With a roar, Oliver thrusts deep, and when his cock begins to throb and twitch, I follow him over for on last climax. And then, I feel him come. Hot, thick jets of his cum pump deep inside of me, spurting against my womb as he roars and holds me tight, keeping himself deep inside as we both come over and over until we ﬁnally come to a stuttering halt. I’m panting, and trembling, and barely conscious as Oliver slowly slides out of me, and I whimper as I feel some of his

hot cum drip out of my freshly fucked pussy. I just lay there, panting, trembling, and trying to process the insanely good sex I’ve just experienced. “Come here, little one,” he purrs, scooping me gently into his arms and carrying me over to the small couch in his o ce. He sits with me cradled in his lap, kissing the top of my head as I kiss his chest and snuggle in close. “Ana, that… if I went too far, I’m—” “Don’t,” I say quietly, raising my head up to grin lazily at him as I bite my lip. “Don’t apologize,” I whisper. He grins. “No?” “Uh-uh,” I moan, kissing him passionately. “Don’t ever apologize for doing that to me. “ He chuckles. “Good, I won’t.” “Just don’t stop doing whatever the hell that was to me,” I groan, my whole body so deliciously sore. I turn my head, kissing him softly, before I pull away and swivel my head towards the clock on the wall. Oh shit. “It’s almost two in the morning?!” I gasp, almost jumping from his lap. “I need to sleep!” I turn to him, seeing the grin on his face as he raises a brow. One hand comes up, stroking my cheek gently with his thick

knuckle. “What?” I whisper, blushing at the intensity of his gaze. “I don’t live far.” My blush deepens, and before I know it, I’m melting into him and kissing him slow and deep. “I—if I don’t check in to the dorm by two, there’ll be trouble.” His brows arch high. “Two?” I laugh. “Before this year, it was a ten o’clock curfew. Seniors get two a.m. though if they’ve been on campus. Like, studying or something.” Oliver whistles, shaking his head and stroking his jaw. “This place needs to lighten up.” I grin. “You should mention your teaching methods at the next faculty meeting. I mean, I feel lightened up after fucking my teacher.” He grins, his eyes sparking with ﬁre as he shakes his head at me. “You’re a brat.” “I know.” I kiss him, sinking into him and snuggling close as he holds me. This time, it’s him that looks at the clock. “Come on, I’ll walk you back.” “Is that—”

“A good idea?” He chuckles, shaking his head before he drags his eyes to mine. “Probably not, but I don’t care, and I’m going to anyways.” He leans in, kissing me slow and softly, like this Hollywood kiss that I feel in my damn toes.

ANASTASIA

“WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU?” I wince, my hands pausing as they unbutton my blouse at the sound of Kempton’s voice. There’s a bitchy tone to my roommate’s voice, but in fairness it is 2:15 in the morning. …And yet, I’m wide, freaking, awake. I’m buzzing, actually, with the lingering sensations, and touches, and kisses from Oliver still rippling through my body and tingling across my skin. He’s just walked me back across campus to my dorm, and it feels like I’ve been walking on air. We kept a distance, obviously, as it wouldn’t have exactly gone over well if anyone had crossed paths with us to see the high school senior with her legs wrapped around her government professor’s waist and her tongue down his throat. But, even still, we walked side-by-side, with knuckles touching, which was just enough to send shivers down my spine the entire walk back to my dorm. It was just enough

touch to leave me aching for more, even with how many times he made me come tonight. As it was, we ended up tumbling into the shadows of a pine tree around the corner from the front entrance to my dorm —me with my back against the wall of the building, moaning into Oliver’s mouth as he kissed me ﬁercely. I ended up being ﬁve minutes late to check-in, but with a professor there to sign me in and assure the front desk guard that I was helping him with o ce hours, I sailed on through. …I’m not sure the guard would have shrugged so casually if he knew I wasn’t wearing panties under my uniform. Or that the scarf around my neck was there to hide very incriminating bruises. Or that it was the cum of the very professor who’d just signed me in that was dripping lewdly down my thigh as I desperately clasped my legs together. “See you in class, Ms. Penworth,” Oliver had growled lowly, his eyes saying everything his lips and his hands couldn’t now that we were standing in my dorm entryway. “See you in class,” I’d whispered back, heat blooming through me. And then, he was gone, leaving me aching for more of his touch, and giddy with everything that’d happened. “Ana,” Kempton hisses, grumbling as she twists under the sheets of her bed. “Where the fuck were you?” Kempton is… prissy. I’m not going to lie, we’re all rich kids here at Winchester Academy. We’re all a little spoiled. But Kempton is the embodiment of it. Daughter of a billionaire

CEO with his eye on a US Senate seat, heiress to her mother’s family’s oil fortune—you get the idea. She’s not a bad person, and we might not be best friends, but we’re appropriately friendly for being roommates. Plus, we’re on the varsity cheer squad together. But she can be, well, cold. Maybe a little bitchy. “Detention.” I hear her pause in her rustlings, and I take the moment to ﬁnish taking my shirt and bra o , slipping on a t-shirt before I drop my skirt and tug on some sleep shorts. I know I should shower—I mean, I can literally feel Professor Bard’s cum dripping down my thigh and already making a mess of my shorts. But a dark, pulsing, wicked thought burns through my head, and I bite my lip as the grin spreads across my face in the darkness. …Except, I don’t want to shower him o of me. Not yet. I want to keep him there, on my skin and in my pussy. I want the scent of him and the feel of him with me when I fall asleep. “Wait, Professor Bard’s midnight detention? How the fuck did you pull that?” Kempton mutters. “It was this dumb thing,” I say o -handedly as I step into our ensuite bathroom to brush my teeth. “He said I was out of line, and boom, detention.” …I neglect to mention that I was very out of line, and purposefully so. I also neglect to mention leaving my lingerie

in his drawer. “Fuck, that sucks. And on your birthday too?” I stick my head out of the bathroom, toothbrush between my lips, and shrug. Kempton pulls the covers o and sits up in bed, hugging her knees. Her long, gorgeous red hair tumbles around her face and she rubs her green eyes. “Happy birthday, by the way.” I spit, rinsing my mouth and turning o the light, bathing us both in darkness before I step back into the room. “Thanks.” “Wait what time is it?” “A little after two.” “What the fuck? How long is his freaking detention?” I blush, turning away, even though it’s dark. “Oh, I went to the library after. I was up, ﬁgured I’d get some work done anyways.” Kempton snorts, shaking her head. “On your birthday? Dude, that’s… yikes.” “Oh, here, I got something for my favorite roomie.” “I’m your only roomie.” She laughs. “Well then, lucky you.” She suddenly clicks on the lights, and I quickly look away, grabbing a hoodie from my bed and yanking it over my head.

I bunch the hood around my neck, praying it covers the marks from Oliver’s mouth. Kempton snorts as I turn back, eyeing me. “You look like you just rolled out of bed.” I roll my eyes. “Thanks. Just a long ass day.” “Well, happy birthday.” She hands me a wrapped box with a silver bow on it and card attached. “You didn’t have to, you know.” She grins. “Yeah I did.” “Thanks, Kemp.” I open the card ﬁrst, which just says “You’re legal!” inside, scrawled in Kempton’s curly, swirly handwriting. I laugh, hoping it covers the blush on my face thinking about earlier as I open the box. “Kempton!” The ﬁrst thing I see is tits. Big, enormous, fake-looking tits. And above it, the owner of the tits has her painted lips wide open while she holds a big, hard cock inches from them. It’s a porn magazine. Kempton’s gotten me porn. She howls with laughter at my blushing face. “Seriously?” I groan.

“Hell yeah! You’re legal now, bitch! There’s more in there too.” I roll my eyes. “I don’t want more porn, Kemp.” “It’s not just porn, jeez.” I take the first magazine out, cringing at the “Double D Dick-Suckers” name emblazoned at the top, only to find another one called “Rough Luv” underneath featuring a cowboy wearing just a hat and a holding a rifle over his junk. Beneath that, and the handful of other gross and tacky porn, I find a pack of cigarettes, a lighter with a candle on it, and five scratch lotto tickets. “Right, because I’m eighteen,” I sigh. “Yup!” Kempton cackles. “So now you can legally own and buy all this shit.” “Oh, goodie, I can’t wait to take up smoking while I page through gross porn mags.” “Don’t forget the lotto tickets. If you win, I want half, by the way.” “Kempton, your father was on the cover of Time Magazine and Forbes in the last six months.” She grins. “And your dad owns a yacht big enough to rescue the city of New York from a flood. What’s your point?” I laugh, shaking my head. “Fine, we split the ten bucks I might win.” “Damn right we will.”

She grins. “You see the cock on the cover of that ﬁrst one?” I blush crimson. “I mean, hello, right?” I shake my head, laughing. “What do you mean?” She arches a brow at me. “What do I mean? I mean it’s fucking huge.” I swallow as my eyes dart to the magazine, my face burning red. Okay, it’s big, but the thing is, the one I saw, and felt, and sucked, and got fucked by earlier tonight? …Well, Oliver Bard is much bigger than the porn cock on the cover of Double-D Dick-Suckers. “Yeah, I guess.” Kempton rolls her eyes. “Right, I forgot you’ve never seen one.” I blush, saying nothing as I crawl into bed. “Hey, look at me.” “Huh?” I turn, and immediately regret it as I see Kempton’s green eyes burning into me suspiciously. “Wait, why do you look like you just got laid?” I laugh, quickly. …too quickly, and Kempton catches it. Her eyes light up, and her jaw drops as she stares at me.

“You dirty bitch!” she gasps. “Kemp, no, it’s… you’re way o .” “Bullshit I am! You little slut!” My brow furrows. “Fuck o , Kempton.” She rolls her eyes, waving me o . “Oh, calm down, I just mean I’m impressed! I mean you, getting laid? I wonder who —” Her eyes suddenly light up even brighter, and she stares at me. “No. Fucking. Way.” “Kempton—” “Professor Bard?!” She gasps, and my face goes white as I violently shake it side to side “Kempton, no,” I say quickly, swallowing the lump in my throat. “No, absolutely no—” “Hey Ana?” I pause, swallowing again as I force myself to look at her. Kempton smirks “You’re a shitty liar, for the record.” “Kempton, I did not sleep with Professor Bard!” “Uh-huh,” she drawls, eying me. “Whatever you say.” “Well, that’s what I say,” I mutter, turning away and yanking the covers up over me.

“I’m just saying, I’m actually impressed. I mean, you got laid, and you picked the hottest freaking teacher imaginable to—” “Can we just go to sleep now?” I spit. I hear her sigh. “Fine, jeez.” “Thanks.” “Oh, but Ana?” “Yeah?” I sit up, turning to look over my shoulder at my roommate, only to see her grinning wickedly at me. “Was he big?” I groan, throwing a spare pillow at her as she giggles and switches o the bedside light. I yank the covers up, burying myself under them as I take my cell phone out to set an alarm. But just as I’m doing that, my phone buzzes with a text, from a number I don’t know. I miss you already. I blush, and instantly, I know who it is. How’d you get my #?? Magic teacher powers. I grin to myself, and another text comes through.

From the class registry. Right, duh. I lick my lips, grinning and feeling just… giddy that he’s texted me. I had a lot of fun tonight. His reply is instant. Same. A LOT of fun. And all I want is more of you. I blush, biting my lip. Oh really? ;) VERY really. I swallow, feeling that naughty, teasing feeling burning up inside of me. How badly? I send, feeling my face burn at my own forwardness, and when I see the little dots of him typing back, I feel a tingle creep through me. I could show you. What do u mean?

Are you alone right now? My pulse quickens, the heat pulsing between my thighs as I quickly respond. Yes. It’s only a half lie. I mean, I’m alone in that no one is reading over my shoulder. There’s nothing for half a minute, before suddenly, my phone lights up as an image comes through. …And I gasp. It’s his cock. It’s Oliver’s ﬁst wrapped tight around his thick, rock-hard, huge cock. I mean a full half of it is sticking out above his ﬁst, and the big round head is so swollen and glistening that I actually lick my lips as the pulse of heat throbs through my core. Yeah, Oliver is much bigger than the porno-dude on the magazine. I’m still staring at it, blushing and feeling the heat pooling between my legs, when another text comes through. Show me, baby girl. My face goes scarlet. I know what he wants. …And I know I’m about to give it to him. Blushing, licking my lips nervously and excitedly, I hook my thumbs into my sleep shorts and push them down, kicking them down and o . I shiver heatedly, feeling so bad as I

spread my legs and bring the phone down with the camera app open. I take a deep breath and click. Crap. It’s completely dark under the covers, so obviously, even with the glow from the screen, so is the photo. I bring the phone back up and turn on the ﬂash this time before I slide it back down between my spread legs. I take a deep breath, I shiver wickedly, and I take the picture. “You are so taking nudes for your professor right now.” I jump at the sound of Kempton’s voice from across the room, blushing bright red as I slam the phone face down. “I am not!” “Bullshit” she giggles. “What, are you taking landscape shots under your covers at 2:30 in the morning with the ﬂash on?” I groan, covering my burning face with my hands. “Good night Kempton.” “Goodniiiight,” she calls back in a sleepy sing-song voice. I give it another minute before I pick the phone back up and glance at the picture I took. …Okay, it’s kind of hot, and I blush a I drink in the sight of my own bare pussy—glistening and wet, and still so pink from earlier. I open up the text messages with Oliver, and quickly send it o , my heart racing. I’m calling you. Right now.

I quickly text back. Wait, my roommate is still up. But instantly, his number pops up on my screen, and I swallow as I answer it and quickly bring it to my ear. “I know you can’t talk, baby girl,” he purrs, his deep voice like liquid sex in my ears. “So just listen. You’ve got me so fucking hard right now, and I’m stroking it, replaying everything from earlier in my head. Fuck, Ana, you felt so fucking good.” He groans, and I bite my lip, squeezing my legs together and knowing he’s stroking his cock with me on the phone. “Touch your pussy for me, baby,” he growls. “I saw how wet you are. I want to hear you play with it for me.” I bite back my moan, nodding and letting my heavy breathing tell him what words can’t as I slide my hand down. My ﬁngers tease over my tummy, and I push lower, gasping oh so quietly as they slide through my slick, wet lips. “Touch yourself, Ana. Play with that pretty little pussy for me.” He grunts, and I bite back another moan as my ﬁngers roll over my clit. This is so risky with Kempton across the room. But I’m moving so slowly, and not making a sound. At least, I hope to God I’m not.

“Make yourself come, baby girl,” he growls, making me gasp softly. “I can’t,” I whisper as quietly as anyone has ever whispered before. “My roommate is still—” “It wasn’t a discussion.” I groan, biting back the gasp of pleasure as his firm words and my own fingers send pleasure through my core. Fuck is it hot when he talks like that. When he commands like that. “Touch your pussy, Anastasia,” he purrs into the phone. “Play with that pretty little cunt and make it come for me.” …And I do. I bite back the moan as I push my fingers wetly through my folds, rolling the hard nub of my clit before sinking two fingers deep inside. My breath catches, and my hips rock against my hand as the pleasure ripples through me. I pause for one second, slipping my head from under the covers and going still. But all I hear is the slow, rhythmic breathing that lets me know Kempton is asleep, and with that, I slide back under the sheets, and my hand delves back between my legs. “Are you touching yourself, baby girl?” “Yes.” “Keep doing it,” he growls. “Play with that little cunt for me. Is it nice and wet?”

“Yes,” I moan breathlessly, rolling my clit under my fingertips again and again. There’s a low grunt on the other end of the phone, and when I close my eyes and listen to the sounds of his breathing, and of his pleasure as he strokes his cock for me, I imagine him here, in the bed with me. “You didn’t shower when you got home, did you?” I groan, shaking my head. “No, sir,” I gasp quietly. Oliver grunts. “I could tell from the picture you sent. Do you know why?” I can only whimper in response. “Because I could see my cum dripping out of your pretty little pussy. I could see the mess I made of your cunt. You can still feel me there, can’t you. You can feel how sticky your pussy is with my cum.” I moan as quietly as I can, pleasure flooding through me as I slide my fingers deep and grind my clit against my palm. He’s right, I can feel his sticky cum still dripping out of me and knowing that it’s his cum that I’m rubbing into my clit has me so close to falling o that edge. “My cock is still wet from you, Ana,” he growls. “I’m stroking it up and down, and it’s nice and big for you, baby girl.”

I gasp, my pulse racing faster and my body starting to tremble and seize up. “Oliver…” “Come for me, Ana,” he grunts, his groans getting louder in my ear. “Make that pussy come for me. Make a fucking mess for me.” My ﬁngers slide deep inside, curling right against that perfect spot just as I grind my clit into my hand, and when I hear him groan so deeply with his own release, I can’t hold back anymore. I shove my free hand against my mouth, mu ing my cries as I come again and again and again, my whole body trembling and shaking as I listen to Oliver Bard growl his own climax into my ear. “Anastasia,” he growls lowly, purring out my name. “Did you…” “Yes,” he grunts, and I moan as I give my clit one last stroke with my ﬁngertips. “Happy birthday, baby girl,” Oliver says quietly, making my heart soar. “Best birthday ever,” I whisper back. “See you tomorrow, Ana.”

OLIVER

MY JAW TWITCHES, my eyes narrowing as they sweep over the sea of faces staring back at me from their desks. …She’s not here. There’s a ball of ﬁre burning inside of me as I whirl back to the blackboard, grabbing a piece of chalk. Though the architecture is old at Winchester, most classrooms have dryerase whiteboards, if not huge-size touch screens for lessons. The blackboard and chalk was a personal request from me when I was hired. My mother was a school teacher, which is part of the reason I’m here even doing this. Blackboards worked for her, and they’ll damn well work for me. But still the ball of ﬁre burns inside of me, because in the sea of students sitting behind me ready for the lesson of the day, Ana isn’t among them. Part of me growls, wondering if I pushed too hard last night. I wonder if she’s scared, or nervous to see me again. Or worse, that she regrets what we did. I snarl as I stare at the

board, ignoring one little prick when he calls out asking which page of the textbook we’ll be starting on this morning. I want to rage, or yell, or just fucking leave the room and storm right over to her dorm to make sure she’s okay— The door opens, and when I whirl to it, and see her standing there blushing, biting her lip with a little smile hidden behind it, it’s like a calm settles over me. I exhale, not even realizing I’ve been holding my breath. My eyes meet hers, and she blushes a little deeper as she steps into the room. “Sorry I’m late, Professor Bard.” For the sake of the room full of gossipy kids who spot everything, I keep my face neutral. “Have a seat, Ms. Penworth.” Anastasia’s eyes ﬂick to mine for half a second as she scurries to the free desk at the front of the room facing me, a little ﬁre in her gaze before she looks away. She sits, quickly pulling her notebook and pen out as I turn back to the board. “Page eighty-nine,” I growl lowly, hearing the rustle of textbooks behind me. “We’ll begin with FDR’s New Deal and its impact on—” I turn, and suddenly, I don’t know words anymore. I don’t know how to speak. Because right there, front and center sitting primly at her desk, is Anastasia. Except, that whole “primly” thing is only from the waist up, where her back is straight, her hands are clasped in front of her, and her smile is innocent and wide.

…Beneath the desk is another story. Because under her desk, prim little Anastasia Penworth, wearing her plaid skirt, knee-high socks, and flats, has her legs spread wide apart, giving me a totally open, totally unobstructed view of her very bare, very panty-less, very pink, tempting, pretty little pussy. An animal inside of me roars. I stumble for a moment, searching for words and trying to tell my eyes to look away from her gorgeous cunt, before I finally find my sanity. I clear my throat, somehow dragging my eyes away from her. “Now, who can tell me about FDR’s cabinet at the time, and their input into—” Fuck. I make the mistake of looking back at her, and this time, she’s pushing it even more. Ana’s still smiling at me, twirling a pen in her hand. But her other hand has dropped under the desk, and as I watch, she slides it teasingly up her bare, creamy thigh. Fuck, I’m in trouble. And I think it’s fair to say Anastasia is not having second thoughts about last night. In fact, it would appear I may have created a monster. I stumble for words, finally just nodding at Matthew Klop at the back of the room to just start reading the textbook out loud for the class. My eyes burn into Anastasia, dipping down to watch as her hand creeps higher and higher, until

her fingertips brush her silky pink lips. I groan, leaning back against my desk and gripping the edge of it with white knuckles as I watch her. Her eyes meet mine, a glimmer of coyness in them, and she grins slyly as she brings the pen to her lips. Her little pink tongue darts out, swirling over the end of her pen, and she blushes as she slowly slides it between her pouty lips and sucks. …And my cock is hard as fucking steel. Ana sits there, teasing me, driving me fucking insane and out of my damn mind as she subtly sucks her pen and teases her little pussy under her skirt. My cock strains at the front of my slacks, so much so that I eventual move behind my desk, sitting, but with my eyes still locked on her. Somehow —somehow—I make it through some semblance of a lesson, and finally, the clock strikes the hour. There’s a rushing sensation in my ears as the classroom ends, students grabbing their books and their bags and streaming out of the room. I watch, ignoring all of them as Anastasia stands, gathering her books slowly… lingering. “Hang back, Ms. Penworth,” I growl as other students walk past my desk to exit the classroom. “We need to discuss your tardiness.” She blushes, biting her lip and eyeing me through the stream of students, until finally, the last one exits. “Close the door, Ms. Penworth,” I groan quietly.

Anastasia nods, her face flushed as she turns and walks over to the door. She closes it, and she’s just about to turn, when suddenly, I’m on her. She gasps, moaning as I spin her around and pin her to the wall as I crush my lips to hers. She writhes against me, whimpering into the kiss as she grabs my shirt tightly. Her lips open for me, her tongue finding mine as I growl and grope for the shade to the window in the door. I yank it down, hiding us from prying eyes as I go back to devouring her lips. “You little tease,” I groan, kissing her deeply as my hands slide down to cup her ass. “I—I was in a hurry this morning,” she purrs heatedly, grinning wickedly at me. “I just couldn’t find any panties! And I didn’t want to be late!” I groan as I kiss her again, my hands squeezing that tight little ass as she moans into my lips. “Didn’t want to be late, huh?” I growl. “What class do you have next?” “Calc,” she murmurs, panting as her fingers start to tug my dress shirt out of my slacks. “When.” “Now.” “You’re going to be late.” She gasps as I pull away and suddenly spin her, pushing her up against the wall next to the door as she moans deeply. I grab her short blonde hair in a fist, pulling it out of the way

and tugging down the kerchief she’s wearing fashionably around her neck. It’s to hide the marks I left on her last night, which is a good thing, because I’m about to leave more. I kiss the back of her neck, making her shiver and moan as one of my hands slides around to slip into her blouse. I slide my hand under her bra, cupping her full, soft tis and teasing a nipple as she whimpers for more. And more is exactly what she’s going to get. “You were late, Ms. Penworth,” I growl. “I—I’m so sorry, professor!” she moans, panting. “Am I in trouble?” “Big trouble,” I purr into her ear. My hand yanks open my belt, and when she hears the sound of my zipper, she whimpers eagerly, pushing her ass back against my bulge. This is insane, and probably really fucking stupid. I’ve got a student pinned to the wall of my classroom with marks from my mouth down her neck, her skirt around her waist, and my pants undone, ready to fuck her right here and right now. Insane, but I don’t care. Because I can’t, and won’t, stop. I’ll never stop with her. I tug her skirt higher, baring her ass to me, and I groan as my hand slides over her smooth skin. Ana whimpers, grinding back against me, and when I reach I and pull my thick cock and my heavy balls out from my briefs, she gasps as she feels my thickness hot against her skin.

“Professor…” “Spread your legs, baby girl,” I growl, using my knee to spread them myself. I grip my cock in a ﬁst, my pulse roaring and my need for her all-consuming as I tease my swollen cock up the inside of her thigh. Ana moans, panting, her eyes closed as she braces herself against the wall with both hands, her head lolling back against my chest. “Let me show you what happens to bad girls who come late to my class.” I ease my thick head against her slippery, sticky, petal-soft lips, and I hear her breath draw in. I push, and when my head slips inside, she moans loudly. I grunt, gripping her hip with one hand and guiding my cock with the other as I slowly push inch after thick, throbbing inch into her tight little cunt. When I’m halfway in, I grab her hips with both hands, pin her to the wall, and thrust. Ana cries out in pleasure as I ﬁll her to the hilt with my cock. “Shh,” I purr into her ear. “Better keep quiet, baby girl,” I growl. “Otherwise people might know you’re getting fucked like a dirty little girl by her older professor.” She moans, stu ng a hand into her mouth and pushing back against me as I grind deep inside of her. I slide slowly out, teasing her and groaning as I watch her tight, pink lips grip my big cock so sensually, like they’re trying to suck me back inside. I ease out until just the head is inside of her, before I

drive right back in, making her groan in pleasure as I feel her walls tightening around me. And then, I start to fuck her. I don’t have a class right now, but my o ce hours start in fifteen minutes. And besides that, we’re in a fucking classroom, at school, during school hours. And here I am balls-deep in a high school senior. I groan, thrusting deep, hissing in pleasure as I feel her pussy ripple up and down my shaft. She moans wildly around the hand she’s got mu ing herself, panting as her face crumbles in pleasure. My hand slides down her arm, fingers lacing with hers against the wall as I start to thrust and rut into her like a man possessed. My hand grips her hip, tugging her back to meet my thrusts as I bury my cock in her little pussy over and over again. I feel her come once, turning her head to bite my arm, hard, to stop from screaming—her pussy clenching and rippling around my cock so sweetly. And still, I just keep going. I can feel her honey dripping down my balls, the wet sounds of us thrusting together filling the room lewdly. Ana turns her head, and when our lips crash together, I devour her moans of pleasure as I start to thrust harder, and faster. “Oliver…” “Fuck, Ana,” I groan, pleasure melting through me as I sink my cock deep into her sweet heaven. “Fuck me,” she moans, panting. “Never stop fucking me! I— fuck, you’re going to—”

“Come, sweetness,” I grunt into her lips. “Come for my big cock right now. Let me feel that little pussy come all over me so I can fill you up with my cum. You better walk fast to that next class of yours, because you’re going to feel my cum running down your pretty thighs if you don’t.” She moans, thrusting back to meet me even faster, like she can’t get enough of it. I groan, pumping into her faster, rutting into her like a demon. Her tight little cheerleader ass bounces o my abs, her fingers tighten in mine, and she moans so deeply into my mouth as we both go crashing towards that release. “Come for me, Ana,” I grunt. “Let me feel you come for me.” My hand spanks her ass as I drive in deep, and when my mouth finds her neck and bites, suddenly, she explodes for me. She gasps loudly before she turns and buries her cry into her shoulder as she starts to come for me. I groan, feeling her clenching me so fucking tightly—rippling up and down my cock as I start to fall myself. She turns her head, still panting and moaning, and her eyes are wild as they lock with mine. “Please, Professor Bard?” She coos in this sweet and yet sultry voice. “Please can I have your cum?” Yeah, that does it. I crush my lips to hers and roar into her mouth as I bury my cock to the hilt and let go. My balls twitch, and my thick cock pulses as I pump rope after thick, sticky white rope of cum deep against her womb. I groan, holding my cock there as I

just keep coming, ﬁlling her to the absolute brim before slowly, I come back down to earth. I kiss her slowly, and tenderly, and when her tongue seeks mine and swirls over it, I growl as I cup her jaw possessively. Slowly, achingly, I pull away, easing my cock from her tight, cum-soaked pussy. She moans, sliding a hand under her skirt and cupping herself as she giggles and blushes. “You came so much.” I chuckle, kissing her and pulling her into my arms, feeling the heat of her radiate through me as she giggles again. “Okay, there’s no freaking way I can walk to class without leaving a trail behind me.” I chuckle. “Hang on.” I stride to my desk, tucking my sticky cock back into my pants and zipping up. In my drawer, still there from the day before, are the panties I slid down her legs last night. I grab them and walk back over to her. “Here, let me.” I kneel in front of her. “Lift your skirt, angel,” I purr. Anastasia blushes as she does, giving me a perfect view of her pink, swollen, freshly fucked pussy. “Fuck do you have a pretty little cunt,” I growl softly, making her blush. I help her step into her panties from the night before, and slowly pulls them up. But I leave them at

her thighs for a second, reaching up and letting my fingers stroke through her messy, cum-filled pussy. She moans as I ease a finger into her, curling it deep before sliding out and dragging it up to her clit. I roll my cum around her little nub until she’s panting, before I pull away. Ana groans. “Who’s the tease now?” I chuckle as I pull her panties up tight against her mound, already seeing the front of them darken as my cum leaks out of her. “Better get to your next class,” I growl, standing and kissing her slowly. “If I’m late to that one, should I report back here for more… discipline?” I grin, shaking my head at the impish smile on her face. “I think I’ve created a monster.” She nods, giggling as she stands up on her tip-toes and kisses my mouth. “Will…” she blushes. “Will I see you later?” I nod, my eyes hungrily drinking her in. “My house, after you’re done for the day.” She swallows, her eyes hooded with lust. “Okay,” she whispers heatedly. “Get to class, baby,” I grin, pulling her in and kissing her.

She picks up her bag and heads for the door, taking a breath and smoothing out her skirt and ﬁxing her hair before she turns back to me, one hand on the knob. “See you later, Professor.” She opens the door and steps out, and I’m just turning back to my desk, a big shit-eating grin on my face, when I hear my name. “Oliver.” I turn, my eyes going a little wide as I see Vice Principle Lyne standing in my doorway. “Your o

ce hours haven’t started yet, have they?”

I shake my head, swallowing thickly as I lean back against my desk. “No, not yet.” “So why did I just see Anastasia Penworth leaving your classroom?” “She needed some…” I clear my throat. “Some help with some of the extra credit she’s doing for me.” Kelly’s eyes narrow, a sour look on her face. And I can tell she’s still sore from me turning her down the night before. Even if the whole thing with Ana wasn’t there, I still would have zero interest in Kelly. “Well, she seemed happy.” I smile thinly. “She’s a good student. She just needs some… direction sometimes.”

Kelly frowns, eyeing me. “Your shirt is unbuttoned, Oliver.” I swallow. Shit. I glance down, and sure enough my top two buttons are undone. Not to mention, the whole shirt is untucked. I look back up at Kelly and shrug as casually as I can. “Intense lesson,” I say with a smile. “I can get pretty deep into it.” More like deep into Anastasia’s sweet, perfect little pussy, I growl to myself. Kelly’s scowl doesn’t go away as she watches me tuck in and button up my shirt. “We have a dress code here, Oliver. A code of conduct.” “Thank you, Kelly, I’m aware,” I say thinly. She blinks, her eyes burning into me. “I’m watching you, Oliver.” I frown. “For?” She smiles thinly, stepping towards me. “Turning me down was not a smart move,” she mutters angrily. “I’m not an enemy you want to have.” I roll my eyes. “Kelly, I don’t feel as though you and I would be approp—”

“I’m watching you, Oliver,” she spits one more time, before turning on her heel and storming from the classroom. Well, fuck. I know I should be worried, but I’m not. I’m too wrapped up in Ana to feel anything but what she makes me feel—whole, complete, at peace. She makes me feel things I never thought I would, and never imagined I would with a girl her age. But, there’s no pretending I don’t, and there’s no ignoring what I know is burning hot between us. So, fuck Kelly Lyne. I step into my attached o ce and wait for whatever students are going to be dropping by for o ce hours. But my every thought is on Ana. Ana, and seeing her later, and what comes next.

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ANASTASIA

“WAIT, are you sure this is okay?” Oliver turns and grins at me the low glow of the dashboard light—that grin that sends a shiver through me and an aching lust for him. I mean good freaking God is he wickedly attractive. “It’s gonna be ﬁne, beautiful,” he purrs, dropping a hand to my bare knee as he turns the wheel, pulling the black Audi into museum parking lot. It’s date night. Specially, it’s our date night. As you might imagine, “date night” presents some, well, challenges when you’re eighteen, at a private boarding school, and when your date is your government professor. Needless to say, we are not out in Southworth. Instead, Oliver’s driven us an hour and a half away, to a new exhibit on Renaissance paintings at a local University art museum. The chances are pretty minimal that anyone we know will recognize us, but I’m still jittery in my seat.

Back at Winchester, I’m “in a private study session”—one that I’ve even had sta approval to stay at the library past dorm curfew for. And yes, the signature on my special library privileges card is Oliver’s. But instead, here I am ninety miles away in a sleek, slinky black cocktail dress that toes the line between sexy and sophisticated, with a very gorgeous date helping me out of the car. Oliver’s in a dark suit, no tie, with maybe one more dress-shirt button undone than might be appropriate. Trust me, I am not complaining. The valet takes his keys, doing his damnedest not to stare at the two of us. If Oliver notices though, he just brushes it o . At the front entrance to the exhibit opening, an older, stu y looking man taking tickets gives us the same look, his eyes darting between us, and then frowning slightly as Oliver’s hand slides possessively over my waist as if to say “yeah, she’s mine.” I shiver at the thought, both of us ignoring the man’s look as we stroll into the gallery hall. “I’m going to get us some drinks,” Oliver purrs into my ear, his hand stroking the bare skin of my arm. “You okay to look around?” I turn, biting my lip and grinning as I nod. “Yeah. Wait, drinks?” He arches a brow. “Yeah, soda for you, young lady.” “Awww, not even one glass of wine?” I wag my brows at him, teasing him.

“I’m crossing enough ethical boundaries with you, don’t you think?” I giggle, and then, not even really caring who sees us, I pull close to him, stand up on my toes in my strappy black heels, and kiss him—slowly, deeply, passionately, before I pull away with a wink. “You…” he growls, shaking his head and raking his nails over the scru on his jaw. His eyes burn right into mine with a ﬁerce hunger. “I think you’re going to get me in trouble,” he purrs. I blush, beaming widely as he gives me a ﬁnal wink and then turns to head for the bar. I start to stroll, taking in the paintings on loan from private collections in Europe, drinking it all in. “Lovely, aren’t they?” I turn and smile at an older woman in taupe, her silvered hair pulled back in this severe looking bun and pearls across her neck. “They’re really gorgeous.” She smiles, but it’s that kind of practiced smile that I most certainly recognize from growing up in the world I did. It’s a rich, snobby kind of smile. It’s a money smile. It’s the veneer on the outside while the eyes are boring right into me, trying to pierce through me. “Well, I bet it’s a real treat to be here tonight, isn’t it?”

My brow furrows slightly, but I just smile back. “Yeah, it’s wonderful to see all of these pieces.” “And so nice for your….father, to bring you?” I smile widely, blushing as I shake my head. “Oh, no, he’s…” I swallow. I know I could just go along with it. But, seeing as we just kissed right in the middle of the gallery hall, I think that might not be the best story to go with. “He’s not—” “Oh!” The woman mimes this fake looking embarrassment, though I can tell she’s not in the slightest. “My mistake, dear. Your uncle them is it?” She saw us kiss. I can see it right then in the glint in her eyes. She’s one of those types of rich older people. The kind who’ve truly been poisoned by wealth and who just for whatever reason enjoy tormenting people. She enjoying watching me twist on the line. Well, fuck that. “My boyfriend, actually,” I say ﬂatly, the smile on my face only growing wider as her lips purse with disdain. “How old are you?” She mutters. “Eighteen.” “And your…your boyfriend?” She says with a snobby tone. I smile as I lean closer to her.

“Much older,” I say evenly, the corners of my lips turning up. “Much, much older.” She bristles. “Well, it’s disgusting to waltz around in here parading it in front of everyone. It’s perverse is what it is. He should know better!” “I should know what better?” I shiver at the sound of Oliver’s voice behind me, and when his hand goes to the small of my back, I sink against him slightly, almost on instinct. The woman slides her gaze to him, her eyes narrowing. “Parading around here with this…this child.” I hear the growl catch in his throat. “Ma’am,” he says quietly, his voice edge. “For one, she’s an adult.” “She’s—” “And the only one I see around here acting like a fucking child is you, madam.” The woman’s face goes white, her jaw dropping as she quite literally reaches up to clutch her pearls. “Pervert!” she hisses as she glares at his hand on me once more and then whirls to storm o . “Bitch,” I mutter at her back, bringing a chuckle to Oliver’s lips as I turn to look at him. He smiles, reaching down to cup my jaw.

“You okay?” I shrug. “Yeah, she just…” I make a face. “You want to get out of here?” “No, no, I….” I frown. “I mean, I don’t know. I love the works here, it just might be….” I look up at him. “Maybe it’s a little stu y in here.” He grins widely. “Agreed. Maybe we could come back when Queen Grouch and her ilk aren’t prowling around.” I giggle as I move into him. “That sounds perfect.” I pout slightly. “But what about date night?” “Oh, date night is still on,” he growls. “You’re not getting out of it that easily. I was going for culture tonight, but maybe this is a little too much culture.” I smile, and when his hands slide over my hips, I press against him. “I have an idea,” he says quietly into the top of my head. “Oh?” “Want me to tell you or do you want to be surprised?” I pull back, looking up at him and those piercing eyes as my lip catches between my teeth. “I think I’m starting to like your surprises.” He grins.

“Good,” he purrs, his hands tightening on me for a second. “Let’s get out of here.”

“OKAY THIS IS PERFECT.” I turn and beam at Oliver as I sink back in the big lazy-boystyle chair in stadium-seating movie theater. Oliver winks as he holds the popcorn out to me, and I grin as I grab a big handful of buttery snacks. “How’d you even know I like horror movies?” “I didn’t.” I glance at him, one brow arched. “Lucky guess.” “Nah,” he turns, grinning at me. “I was just hoping you’d be scared enough to climb into my lap and hang on tight.” I laugh deeply as the lights go down, and previews begin to play across the screen. The theater is almost empty, considering it’s a Tuesday and considering that movie they’re playing—this campy slasher piece of trash—has been out for like three months. But, that’s a good thing. And it’s a good thing because the second he says it, I want nothing else but to climb into Oliver’s lap. …But not because I’m scared. The previews play, and as I glance around, I realize just how empty the big theater is. There’s only a handful of other people, and they’re all much closer to the screen, as opposed to us being in the second to last row. I pop another handful

of popcorn into my mouth when suddenly, I feel Oliver’s lips at my ear, and I shiver. “Got everything you need?” he whispers deeply. I nod, gasping slightly at the way his breath teases over my skin. “Not going to be too scared?” he says with a low chuckle. “Nah,” I grin, turning to lock eyes with him. “Good.” He moves closer, his lips brushing mine in the darkness between previews. “Because I just need one more thing from you before the movies starts.” I raise my brows. “Oh?” He nods. “Yeah.” I’m about to ask what, when instead, I gasp as his hands slide to both knees, pushing my black cocktail dress halfway up my thighs as he leans right into me. “I’m going to need those panties, baby girl,” he growls thickly. I whimper, my breath coming fast as my pulse races. On screen, the movie begins, but I’m barely aware of it. Instead, my eyes are just locked with his as heat pools between my legs. “Now?” I croak out, shivering. “Right fucking now.”

The fierceness in his growly voice has me trembling with anticipation, and without another second of hesitation, I’m slipping my hands under my dress, hooking my fingers into the lacy edge of my thong, and tugging it down. I raise my butt o the seat, gasping as I feel the lace and cotton peel away from my pussy. I push them down my legs and over my heels, and without taking my eyes from his, I bring them up, hanging on one finger. “Good girl.” Oh fuck. His whispered voice, and calling me that, and the raw tension between us in the dark of that movie theater is suddenly more than either of us can bare. And suddenly, we’re crashing together. I moan into his lips as they crush to mine, our tongues sliding together as his hands pull me right into his lap. I whimper, curling up in his lap and cupping his face as he kisses me deeply. His hand slips up my legs, teasing between them and up under my skirt. And when his fingers brush the bare, slick lips of my pussy, I moan deeply into his mouth as I spreads my legs wide for him. I sink down onto his lap, my legs on either side of his as I grind against the thick bulge in his suit pants. We moan into each other’s mouths, kissing each other fiercely as my hands drop to his lap. I feverishly tug at his belt and zipper, and when my small hands push inside and my fingers graze over the fat base of his swollen cock, I feel my arousal drip all over his fingers.

“Fucking hell do I want you,” Oliver hisses into my lips. “Right here, right now.” “Yeah?” I coo, rocking my hips against his. “You wanna fuck my little pussy right here in this movie theater, professor?” He groans, and even I can feel the heat inside of me boil at my own naughty talk. I push and peel his pants and briefs down, and when his big cock springs free to slap his abs and my thighs, I whimper at the size and heat of him. Oh, this is happening. Right here, and right fucking now. His big hands shove my skirt up to my waist, and he takes his cock in one hand, stroking his thickness against me. I moan as I glance down to see him pressing the length against my pussy and my tummy, the sheer size of him against my small body looks obscene and filthy, and for a moment, I’m in awe that I can even fit that thing inside of me. Oh but can I. And now, I know how fucking good he feels. I raise up, pushing my hips forward and letting my lips tease over his thick crown. “You want this little schoolgirl pussy sinking down your big teacher cock?” I coo in this filthy voice that has us both groaning. “You keep teasing me, baby girl,” he growls. “And I might just take that little pussy.” I whimper, my eyes rolling back as I rock my pussy back and forth against his cock head.

“Well maybe I’m just gonna keep on teasing you until you —” I gasp as he suddenly picks me up like I weigh nothing at and spins me around. He yanks me back into his lap, my back to his chest and my legs spread wide. He growls into my ear, his teeth raking over my earlobe and my neck as I moan deeply. He slips his hand between us, wrapping his ﬁst around his cock and stroking it against my thighs. He grunts into my skin, lifting me up and centering his fat crown against my pussy. “Take it all, baby girl,” he growls roughly in my ear, sending heat and desire exploding through me. Fuck, I’m so wet I can literally feel it dripping down his shaft. “I want you to take every fucking inch of that big cock, right fucking now,” he growls. “For being a little tease.” His cock throbs against my lips, and I bite my lip to stiﬂe the moan as I start to sink down. Fuck does he feel good. So big, and so thick, and just so powerful feeling as I slide my pussy down every inch of him. Until with a gasp, I feel his heavy balls pressing against my clit. He eases me forward, until my hands are gripping the back of the seat in front of us, but then he tugs my arms back. I gasp, feeling something lacy and somewhat wet wrap around my wrists behind my back, and I whimper as I realize it’s my panties. Oliver tugs them tight, keeping me leaning forward like that with my wrists tied behind my back and his big dick buried

to the hilt inside of me. “And now, beautiful,” he hisses into my ear. “Now I’m going to fuck you like a bad girl gets fucked.” And holy shit does he. It’s everything I can do not to scream as he starts to slide me up every damn inch of him, only to leave his swollen head just against my lips, pulsing right against my clit before he sinks me right back down. His fat cock fills me to the hilt, and when he tugs at my bound wrists, I turn to bite my own shoulder to mu e my moans of pleasure. I bounce on him, rocking up and down, losing myself in the power he has over me in this moment. I ride his cock for all it’s worth, sliding up and down and feeling my slick, tight pussy cling to every inch of him. He slides one hand into my hair, tangling it into a fist, while the other slides around to tease between my thighs. His fingers roll my clit as he fucks me with his thick cock, plunging into me again and again until everything around me starts to blur. I move faster, thrusting back at him harder as he plunges into me over and over, his fingers rolling my clit as I start to come apart. “Oliver…” “Come, baby girl,” he hisses fiercely in my ear, grunting as his cock swells even bigger inside of me. “Come for me, Ana. Be a good girl and make that pretty, tight little pussy come all over my big cock. Because when you do, you’re gonna make me empty my balls inside of you and give you every

fucking drop. And after that, we’re going to walk out of here with my cum dripping down your thighs, so everyone knows what a dirty little slut you’ve been fucking your teacher’s fat cock.” I can’t stop the scream this time. Because right then is when I come, hard. I cry out, grinding back into him and actually literally screaming as I come so fucking hard against him. Thankfully, there’s some kind of maniac with a hatchet jumping out of the trees on the big screen at the same moment, and my scream of orgasmic release is lost amongst the screams of actual terror from the other few people in the theater. Oliver groans into my ear, thrusting deep inside of me and growling as his cock swells and his big balls twitch against me. And suddenly, I feel it—the powerful, thick, hot sticky jets of his cum as he erupts into me. I whimper, squeezing him with my inner muscles and gasping as another orgasm tumbles through me while Oliver ﬁlls me to the brim with his cum. Slowly, we come to a stop, panting and clutching at each other as we catch our breaths. Oliver unties the panties from my wrists, pulling me back to snuggle into him. We stay just like that for another ten minutes or so, his cock still rockhard inside of me, before with a small gasp, I slide o of him. I quickly squeeze my legs together and reach for my panties, but when he tugs them away and just shakes his head slowly as he grins wickedly at me, I shiver, blushing. “Wait, I need those to—”

“Uh-uh, baby girl,” he purrs softly, leaning in to cup my jaw and kiss me softly. “Like I said. When we’re done here, we’re going to walk right out of here back to the car, and you will not be wearing panties.” I blush, squeezing my thighs together even tighter as he leans in and kisses me deeply. “And when we get back to the car, angel,” he growls, nipping at my lip. “Yeah?” I whisper breathlessly. “When we get back to the car, I’m going to give you eager little pussy even more of my cum.” My pulse races for the rest of the forgettable movie, our hands locked tightly and aching need for him, and for more only growing hotter inside of me. And when it’s over, I all but drag him out of the theater, through the lobby of the movies, and out into the parking lot to his car. And trust me, he makes good on his promise. …Three times.

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OLIVER

AND FOR THE next two weeks, it’s perfection. I take her that night in my bed, for hours, and we take our damn time. In my car, in the school library, we even check out for the weekend and go and stay at a fancy hotel just ordering room service and fucking each other’s brains out. I fuck her in her dorm, my hand over her mouth and her pussy gripping my cock so tight, knowing her roommate could burst in at any time. She makes me reckless, and wild, and it’s so fucking freeing that I never want anything else. Because the truth of it is, as wrong as this is, and as much as people would scorn us for it, I’m falling for Anastasia, in a very, very big way. I want to tell her everything—everything about me I haven’t told her yet. The secrets I keep, the shit I’m not supposed to tell anyone. I want to tell her, and I know it’s only a matter of time before I do, consequences be damned. Two weeks of stolen kisses, of tasting her across my o ce desk after-hours, of watching her with ﬁre in my eyes as she

teases me from the front row of class without panties on. For two weeks, it’s perfection. …And then, everything explodes.

“JUST LIKE THAT, fuck, baby.” I groan, my hands tightening on her hips as her ass bounces up and down on my cock. My mouth ﬁnds her breast, lips wrapping around one pink pu y nipple and sucking as she moans and starts to ride me harder. Ana’s slick, tight, eager little pussy slides up and down every inch of my thick cock, her honey making me glisten as it drips down my balls. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK!” We’re being too loud, but I don’t even fucking care anymore. Yes, we’re on campus, in my o ce, during school hours. This is beyond fucking stupid, but like I said, she makes me wild. She makes me lose control. Besides, I don’t have a class or o ce hours right now, my classroom door is shut and locked with the lights o , and the door to my o ce—where Anastasia is riding my cock on the small sofa—is closed as well. My hand comes down with a spank on her ass, and she coos in pleasure. “Come for me, baby girl. Come for my big cock. Be a good little fuck toy and fucking come for me.” I know my ﬁlthy talk drives her wild, and I know commanding her and being in control like that sends her

over the edge. “You wanna be my little cum-slut, baby girl?” Anastasia groans, her whole body rippling in pleasure as she whimpers her desire, nodding her head eagerly. “Yes! Oh fuck, Oliver! Fuck me!” Her ﬁngers slide through my hair, gripping me tightly as she rides me harder, and wilder, her sweet tits against my mouth and that tight body bouncing up and down on me. I can feel her start to tense up as she sinks down on me even harder, and when her breath catches and her pussy clamps down around me, I know she’s about to come, again. …And so am I. I groan, gripping her tight and slamming her down on me as I thrust my hips up, sinking my cock as deep as I can fucking get in her pretty little cunt. And just like that, she comes. Anastasia cries out, her pussy rippling up and down my length, milking the cum from my balls. I roar, crushing my mouth to hers as the cum pulses out of my cock, spraying the walls of her pussy as I pump rope after rope of my cum deep inside of her. She kisses me ﬁercely, gasping into my mouth as her body slows on top of me, before she slumps against me, panting. “Holy shit,” she murmurs, kissing my chest before she gingerly slides o of me. She rolls onto her back, giggling as she clamps her legs together. “You want to keep me there, don’t you?”

She blushes as her eyes dart to mine, and she grins shyly as she nods. “I like feeling your cum on me, and in me, when I go sit in someone else’s class,” she murmurs almost bashfully. I grin as I pluck her panties from the pile of our clothes on the ﬂoor and slip them over her feet and up her legs. I pull them tight against her pussy, watching the little pink thong darken with her cum and mine. “When’s your next class?” She rolls her eyes. “Who cares.” I arch a stern brow at her and she giggles. “I’m kidding, jeez,” she laughs, play slapping me. She knows that one of my rules is that she has to go to class. I guess there’s the fucked-up scope of my moral compass: fucking one of my eighteen-year-old high school students, at school, nonetheless, is ﬁne. So long as she doesn’t skip class. Hey, we’ve all got boundaries somewhere right? “Ten minutes, actually. Shakespearean Lit.” “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” Ana snorts, arching a brow at me. “You know that’s Charles Dickens, from A Tale of Two Cities, not Shakespeare, right?” “Right, yeah.”

She giggles, pulling her skirt back on and clasping it. She looks around, frowns, and then looks back at me. “Where’s my bra?” I grin, pulling it out from behind me and dangling it. “Oh, this?” “Yeah, that,” she blushes. “I do have to get to class, you know. And don’t you have o ce hours soon?” “Your point?” She rolls her eyes. “If you think I’m okay with you giving o ce hours without pants on, you’re mistaken, mister.” I grin, standing in my nakedness and pulling her into me. “Sounds a little possessive.” She looks up at me and bites her lip, and I can see the wheels turning in her head before she opens her mouth. “It is,” she says quietly. “And no apologies.” I smile as I lean down, kissing her softly. “You saying you want me all to yourself?” “Yes,” she says ﬁercely. “Good,” I growl, “because I’m all yours. And anyone else comes sni ng around you…” “I’ll just tell them about my much older, scandalous, hot boyfriend.” I chuckle. “Boyfriend, huh?”

She blushes. “I… I know it’s—” “I’ll be your boyfriend, Ana,” I purr, pulling her close. “I’ll be your everything.” I kiss her slowly, tasting the sweetness of her lips and feeling her bare nipples dragging over my chest. “So, does this mean we’re going steady?” She rolls her eyes at me, smiling as she looks away. “Think we can go to senior prom together?” She slaps me playfully, marching over to the couch and tossing my pants and shirt at me. “You are such a dork, you know.” I laugh. “And yet, I got the varsity cheerleader.” She grins, watching me pull my pants on as she reaches back to clasp her bra. “Yeah, you did,” she says softly, pulling close to me and standing on her tiptoes to kiss me. I pull her into me, my shirt on but unbuttoned, hers still o , and I’m wondering if I have time to spread her legs and put my mouth on her before she’s late for her next class, when suddenly, the door to my o ce bangs open. And standing there, wild-eyed with a furious triumphant look on her face, is Vice Principle Lyne.

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OLIVER

“OH, this is perfect!” Kelly crows, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning against the doorframe of my o ce. “Kelly—” “Uh-uh, no!” She grins wickedly at me. “You are fucked, Oliver, and you are done here at Winchester.” She sneers as she turns her eye on Anastasia, who’s hiding behind me, clinging to me. “And you? You little tramp?” “Watch it, Kelly,” I hiss, my jaw clenched as I snarl at her. But she just laughs. “Cool it, tough guy. I’m not afraid of you. It’s you who better start getting scared, because I’m calling the fucking police!” I don’t react. I don’t yell, or scream, or swear at her. I don’t apologize, and I sure as fuck don’t grovel. Instead, I take a deep breath, and I get ready to play the card I was always going to play with Kelly Lyne. It wasn’t supposed to be now,

and I shouldn’t be doing it without the go-ahead from my superiors, but I know in an instant that it’s now or never. I’ve put in the work. I’ve done the digging. And I’ve found all the evidence we’re going to need to put Kelly away for a long, long time. She sneers at the both of us before she whirls, whipping her cell phone out. Ana crumples behind me, and when I turn, I can see tears in her eye. “I—I’m so sorry,” she whispers ﬁercely, ﬁghting back tears. “You have nothing to be sorry about, baby girl,” I growl. “I do! I—your job! They’re going to—” “They’re not going to do a damn thing, beautiful,” I say quietly as a grin spreads over my face. “Oliver, I’m a student. I might be eighteen, but I’m still a—” “Do you trust me?” She stops, her brow furrowing as she looks at me curiously. “Yes,” she says quietly. “I mean, of course I do.” “Then I need to tell you something, something that’s going to change all of this.” “How? Oliver, I’m a student—” “And I’m not really a teacher.” She blinks, and the air between us hangs for second as she processes what I just said.

“What?” “Ana, I’m not a teacher. I mean, I am, but not really.” “What are you talking—” “Ana, I work for the FBI.” Everything goes quiet, and she just stares at me for what feels like an eternity, before she slowly opens her mouth. “You’re joking, right?” I shake my head. “No, baby, I—” “But you work here.” “Cover,” I growl quietly. “I had to establish cover.” “And me?” she snaps. “Am I part your little pretend story?!” “Fuck no,” I growl, wrapping her in my arms and pulling her into me. “Ana, you’re nothing I ever saw coming. You’re nothing I was even looking for, and then suddenly, there you fucking were, and now I can’t even imagine my world without you in it.” She swallows, raking her teeth over her bottom lip as her big blue eyes lock with mine. “You’re really with the FBI.” “I really am.” She smiles, looking away as she shakes her head. “What the hell is FBI doing at Winchester Academy?”

My mouth tightens. “This.” I whirl, storming into the classroom to ﬁnd Kelly on her cellphone. “Yes, that’s right o years—”

cer, a student! I believe she’s sixteen

She yelps as I yank the phone out of her hands and hang up. “You are in big fucking trouble, Mr. Bard,” she hisses, jabbing a ﬁnger at me. “That was the police, and trust me, they’re on their way to lock your ass up!” And I just smile. “You sure I can’t persuade you to look the other way on this?” She scowls. “Are you fucking serious? No, you fucking asshole. You’re going to—” “How about a bribe?” I smile widely, and I see the quaver in her face, the color draining from it. “Excuse me? No, you’re—” “Because that’s your gig, isn’t it? Taking bribes? Accepting whoever can pay, regardless of grades? Fudging test scores? Denying other students whose parents’ business rivals pay you to do so?” Kelly goes pale.

“Lies,” she whispers hoarsely, and you can see she doesn’t even believe her own lie. “Ah, Kelly, it’s not the bribery people even give a shit about. It’s the other stu .” She swallows, her cheeks going gaunt. Oh, she knows the hammer is about to come down. “See, it’s the embezzlement and fraud that people give a shit about. And, well?” I smile widely at her. “I think you put it best, Kelly. So, to use your own words, you’re fucked. You’re done here.” “You—you—!” Kelly stutters, her eyes wild as they dart around the room. “Well you’re fucking a teenager!” “I’m eighteen,” Anastasia hisses from behind me. “You shut up, you little slut!” “Do not fucking talk to her like that,” I rumble, my eyes narrowing at Kelly. She sneers at me. “You want to take me down? Well, you’re going down too, asshole. Eighteen or not, she’s still a student, and whatever the fuck you were doing in your o ce, this is still school grounds. They’re going to burn you for this.” “Maybe,” I growl, my face hard. “But I’m willing to let them.” My lips pull back in a sneer. “How about you?”

Kelly swallows, her face red and her nostrils ﬂaring as she breathes heavily. “You screwed a student—” “And I’m not really a teacher.” She frowns, narrowing her eyes at me. “What?” And just then, the cops burst in. “On the ground! Now!” Ana screams, but I turn and smile at her, shaking my head as I get to my knees. “It’s going to be okay, baby.” “Now, asshole!” I turn and glare at the cop. “There’s a number in my wallet, back left pocket. I need you to call it.” “How about go fuck yours-” “I’m FBI, dickhead,” I growl. “Undercover.” The cops pause, glancing at each other. “He’s lying!” Kelly shrieks, and I grin as I shake my head. If she had any sense whatsoever, she’d be using this disruption to get herself gone. But of course, she doesn’t. “He’s a professor here, and he’s been fucking her!” She jabs a ﬁnger at Ana. “This girl is sixteen years—”

“I’m eighteen,” Ana mutters. “And nothing happened, at all, until I was.” The cops just look plain confused at this point, and I sigh. “Back left pocket. The number. You want to settle this? Call it.” “He is lying to you, o

cer—”

“Ma’am?” one of the cops finally barks at the hysterical Kelly. “I need you to calm down and take a seat while we figure this out.” The man goes for my pocket and pulls out my wallet. And sure enough, on a little white card with the logo for a plumbing company that doesn’t exist, is a number. The man starts to dial and brings the phone to his ear. I can hear it ring, and then the mu ed voice. The cop frowns. “They say they need a check in code.” “Five-five-zero-one-four-nine-eight, alpha alpha bravo.” The cop repeats the code into the phone and then clears his throat. “Yes sir, this is lieutenant Reed with the—yes, sir. Yes, sir I’ve got him right—yes, sir.” He glances at Kelly. “Yes, sir, she’s here too. I understand.” He blinks as he hangs up and eyes his partner. “He’s right.”

And right then is when Kelly decides to book it. She screams, and she makes it about as far as the door before lieutenant Reed grabs her and hauls her back. “Ms. Lyne? You’re under arrest. The FBI will be here shortly to take you in and process you.” He glances at me. “If you could stick around…” “No problem.” I stand, and without another word, I turn to Ana and pull her into my arms, kissing the top of her head. I glance up to see both cops eyeing me warily. “I’m eighteen,” Ana mutters at them. “Go stare somewhere else.” I chuckle as I pull her into my o her.

ce, leaning down to kiss

“This doesn’t change anything, you know.” “Well, it does.” I frown, and she grins. “I mean, I think your cover is blown.” I chuckle. “Probably.” “So, you’re not my professor anymore.” “That’s probably a good thing, baby.” Ana shrugs, making a face. “I dunno, I mean, that was kind of the whole attraction. Without that kinky factor of you

being my professor…” She sighs. “I mean, besides that, you’re just a creepy old guy who’s fucking an eighteen-yearold.” I stare at her, and about a quarter second later, she cracks, dissolving into giggles as she throws her arms around me. “You know I’m kidding, right?” “Old guy, huh?” I groan, wrapping my arms around her. “Kidding!” she snorts, looking up at me and laughing at the fake pout on my face. “Aww, did I hurt your feelings?” “I’m crushed, actually.” She grins. “Can I make it up to you?” “Definitely.” I lean down, cupping her cheek as my lips find hers. “There’s something else I should tell you,” I murmur into her lips. “What?” I pull away, smiling, my eyes locked on hers. “That I’m in love with you, Ana.” Her face goes red, her eyes shine, and suddenly, she’s grinning ear-to-ear as she leaps into my arms, her legs wrapped around my waist. “I love you too,” she whispers fiercely.

We crash together again, lips searing into the others, and we let the rest of the world just fade away. Because really, what else is there but her?

E P I L O G U E

ANASTASIA

“YOUR FATHER DOESN’T OWN a shotgun, does he?” I giggle, turning to lean up and kiss Oliver’s cheek. “He does, actually. But only for duck hunting.” “How about boyfriends who are twelve years older than his eighteen-year-old daughter hunting?” I shrug casually. “Well, guess we’ll ﬁnd out.” Oliver groans, and I giggle again as I squeeze his hand. “You know they’re both going to love you, right?” “So long as we don’t tell them how we really met? Yeah, I think I might have a chance.” I laugh as I turn to kiss his cheek again. We’re standing in the driveway of my parent’s house—well, manor, if you want to get fancy and technical about it. They’ve known about Oliver for a while, but this is the ﬁrst time they’re going to meet him. And yes, we’ve got a fake story about how we met

at a co ee house, where we were reading the same book and struck up a conversation. Hey, it’s so cheesy that everyone wants to believe it. The story is also that Oliver cut it o as soon as he found out I was a high school senior, but that it was me that pursued him, and eventually got him to relent. …I mean, that part’s half true, I guess. Yes, my parents were leery at first, but when they found out that Oliver’s in the FBI and not like a professional musician or a painter or something—something “juvenile and rowdy” as my mother might put it—I guess they settled down a bit. The fact that he was my professor is never going to come up with them. Trust me on that. You see, Winchester Academy was more than willing to bury the entire thing. It was the board who’d first gotten the FBI involved in prying into Kelly’s scheming. Everyone had wondered, but there was never any proof. That was one of the reasons Oliver was brought in, to be eyes on the ground and do some digging from within. Actually, part of his assignment had been to date her—something that makes my blood boil just thinking about—but he declined to. He’s told me it was because his first day there, he saw me an knew it was all over for him. So, with Kelly fired and arrested, the board at Winchester buried everything about Oliver. To the other students, he left to pursue a teaching job in Europe. Well, all the students

except Kempton. But, that’s another whole story in and of itself. The funny thing is, while not technically a teacher, Oliver could have been. His undergraduate was in government, and he even has a master’s in education. You see, his mother was a schoolteacher, and his father a cop. Originally, he was going to follow mom’s path, but it was the FBI and law enforcement that eventually wooed him. I guess there was a bit of scandal at work for him when him being involved with me was revealed. But what were they really going to do? I was eighteen, and nothing inappropriate had ever happened before then. Well, nothing inappropriate besides me leaving my panties in his desk drawer and him taking them. But, no one has to know about that, right? Aside from that, he wasn’t technically my teacher, nor was I technically his student. There might have been some raised eyebrows, and maybe some mutterings and disapproving looks, but you know what? Screw ‘em. I found the man of my dreams—my true love, and the one who makes my knees weak every single time. …Oh, right, and the man who I’m going to marry. He doesn’t know I know yet, but I know. I do still have to live on campus until I graduate, but trust me, there’s a lot of sneaking out to go stay at Oliver’s place most nights. Kempton’s great at covering for me. And it was recently at

his place, after he fell asleep, that I was snooping around and found the box with the ring in it. I’m pretty sure that’s one of the reasons we’re meeting my parents this weekend, so Oliver can get them alone and ask permission. Or at least let them know, which I happen to think is a pretty classy move. “Alright, shall we go in and rip the Band-Aid o ?” Oliver nods. “Yeah, guess we should.” I start to walk for the door, but when I realize he’s not next to me, I pause. “Hey, are you—” I turn, and my jaw drops. Because there, on his knee, right in front of me, is the man I love, holding up an open velvet box containing a diamond ring. “Will you marry me, Anastasia?” I blink, my lips moving but no words coming to them. “I—wait… is that real?!” He grins. “All you gotta say is yes, baby girl.” I swallow, heat blooming through my entire body as I stare at the ring. Slowly, my eyes drag up to his. “You’re serious.”

“I’ve never been more serious about a thing in my life, beautiful,” he murmurs. “Now, there are conditions.” I just nod, in shock. “You have to ﬁnish school, and you have to go to college in the fall. Wherever you go, though, I’ve got free access to arrange a transfer, so you go to school where you want to go, and I’ll be there no matter what.” I nod eagerly, grinning from ear-to-ear. “Anything else?” “Aside from the whole forever and sickness and health and all that shit?” He grins. “Nope.” “Can I please just fucking say yes now?” Oliver chuckles, nodding. “Whenever you—” “YES!” I shriek, leaping into his arms and peppering his face with kisses. “I thought we were here so you could ask—” “I already did,” he winks. “Your parents and I met last week, while you were cramming for that Shakespearean Lit test.” He grins. “They like me, you know.” “Told you they would,” I grin, poking him in the arm before I melt into him and kiss him slowly as the world melts away around us.

“You know,” he murmurs, pulling away. “They might start to like me a little bit less if I keep making out with their teenaged daughter in their driveway.” I laugh, kissing him again. “Well, I think you should keep kissing me.” He grins. “How about for now, we go tell your parents, and later, I kiss you everywhere.” He purrs the last word out, and I shiver, heat pooling between my legs. “I guess I can do that,” I sigh. “Alright, in we go,” he chuckles. I lace my ﬁngers in his, and we start to walk up to the big grand front entrance, when he suddenly stops and pulls me back. “Oh, one more thing though.” “Yeah?” His eye ﬂash something wicked as he holds my gaze. “After we say hello in there, I want you to go to the bathroom, take your panties o , and bring them back to me.” My face goes red, and a teasing shiver ripples across my skin. “Okay,” I whisper heatedly. “Okay?” “Yes.”

Oliver grins at me, ﬁre in his eyes as they lock onto mine. “Yes… what, Ms. Penworth.” A low whimper escapes my lips, and I swallow back the heat as my panties instantly get wet. “Yes, Professor,” I whisper. His lips ﬁnd mine, and he kisses me slow and deep, and everything else just fades away.

THE END.

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Don’t fret, there’s a lot more Winchester Academy coming your way! Scroll on for a sneak peek of Brat, Anastasia’s roommate Kempton’s story and book two in this series.

*School Memo* Note: the prom queen is not for “sharing” between the hot new professor and the gorgeous star quarterback. Even if they’re best friends…

Prologue Porter Her body undulates against mine—the smooth, young, sweat-slicked skin of her back sliding against my rock-hard chest and abs. The smell of vanilla lavender shampoo ﬁlls

my senses as I bury my nose in that fiery red hair, held in my fist and pulled away from the bare nape of her neck. My lips taste that skin, and she gasps this achingly broken moan of pleasure. Her tight little ass grinds back against my thick, hot, hard cock, and I grunt as I feel it twitch and pulse against her. My hand tightens in her hair, my lips teasing over her skin. My other hand grips her waist, pulling her against me before it slides up her supple body. My big hand feels like it could wrap around her waist, like I could pick her up with one damn hand and sink her back down onto my aching cock. Fingers tease over her pale, freckled skin, making her squirm and whimper heatedly as my hand skims higher to cup one soft, full, pert breast. I can feel her pu y pink nipple harden to a point against my palm, and when my fingers tease over it, she cries out and turns her head, eagerly seeking my mouth with hers. I growl as I give her what she needs, crushing my lips to hers and tasting her tongue as our bodies grind together. This is wrong. Very, very fucking wrong. In the thinnest sense of the law, yes, she’s legal. She’s eighteen. She’s willing. She’s so fucking eager I can feel it dripping down her thighs. But “legal” and “right” aren’t the same thing. I know that, and I keep telling myself that, but the devil inside of me just will not fucking listen. Touching her is wrong. Hell, thinking about this girl the way I’ve been thinking about her is filthy enough to send me straight to hell. Or, fuck, jail, if this was just a few months

ago. She’s eighteen. She’s legal. She wants this so fucking bad I can smell it in the air. And she’s mine. But that doesn’t make this right. The fact that I’m nine years her senior is messed up. The fact that she’s a senior at Winchester Academy is worse. But if you think that’s the worst of it, buckle the fuck up. She’s not just a student at Winchester. She’s my fucking student at Winchester. The tight little ass grinding against my bare cock, turning my blood to liquid fire in my veins is my student. My barely legal, very o -limits, very-fuckinguntouchable, very bratty little prick-tease of a student. And tonight, she’s going to be mine. Tonight, I’m going to bury my cock in that sweet little cunt until she’s moaning for more and coming all over me. Wrong or not, there’s not a power on this earth that could stop that from happening. Not with the smell of her hair in my face, or the feel of her sweat-slicked skin against mine. Or the feel of her tight little body rolling under my touch. …Not when I already know how she’s going to feel. Because this isn’t the first time. And that may be the worst of it. This isn’t me giving in to temptation for the first time. It’s the second time. Fuck, no, it’s the third. I’ve already had her, and tasted her sweet honey from between her legs, and watched her face as she came for me. I should have felt guilty. I should have been remorseful. I should have wanted to keep my distance, or fuck, quit my job and move across the country.

But I didn’t feel or do any of those things, because the only thing I want is more. I’ve tasted the forbidden fruit, and consequences be damned, all I want is more of the sweetness. “You want this cock, bad girl?” I growl into her ear, her cry of pleasure ﬂoating through the air as my teeth rake the lobe of her ear. “Yes,” she gasps eagerly, pushing her ass back against my hard cock. “Yes!” My pulse jumps, and I look up past her shoulder and nod at the other person in the room, sitting on the edge of the couch. My best friend. “Then suck his cock,” I whisper heatedly in her ear. “Suck his cock and show me how bad you can be, naughty girl.”

Coming September 9th on the following retailers! Apple • Barnes & Noble • Kobo • Eden Books • Payhip Please note: Due to content guidelines on some retailers, Brat will be available in two versions. A slightly edited, censored version (the nature of the relationship between the two heroes) will be available on Apple, Barnes & Noble, and Kobo. The original, uncensored version will be available on Eden Books and Payhip.

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