EroticReverie

*commissioned*

"Pick them up." his eyes pinch halfway closed as he narrows his eyes at me. 

I stare at the paper clips he just swiped off his desk with the back of his hand. 

Our school doesn't require uniforms. But every Wednesday when I have meetings with Mr.Cole in his office, I always wear a plaid skirt of some sort. 

Today I'm wearing a red and black plaid skirt, just long enough to not violate dress code, with a long sleeved , tight black v neck t shirt, tucked into it, and black thigh high suede boots. 

Sitting in the chair in front of his desk, I look at him, nodding once and then bend forward and carefully get on my hands and knees, crawling around the desk, to the side where the mess of paper clips lie on the beige carpet. 

He swivels in his chair as I look up, my hand skimming the floor , picking up a single paper clip and then reach up and setting it on his desk. 

My heart races in my chest as he looks down on me and I look down, picking them up, putting them in my opposite hand and then dropping a small collection of them on his desk. 

For the past two years, I've been coming to Mr.Cole's office, every Wednesday. Every Wednesday, I tell him my confessions. Things I did, or didn't do. When I started to act out, my grades falling, I was pulled into his office, and a meeting was set up with my parents. A meeting they never showed to. 

"You need discipline Fallon." he told me , when he realized nobody else in my life was dealing out consequences for my actions. That's how it all started. Week after week I'd come to his office , I'd willingly confess my wrong doings, and he'd deliver a "punishment" . Of course I could lie, I could say I had no confessions for the week, but the truth was, I enjoyed it. 

I enjoyed the simple tasks he made me do as he watched me. Dusting his shelves, cleaning his desk, organizing files. Sometimes the tasks weren't so innocent though. 

No, he never touched me, he never laid a finger on me in fact. But tasks like todays, ones where I was on my knees in front of him, were ones that kept my heart racing the most. I knew that even though what we were doing wasnt exactly ...wrong...it wasn't exactly right either. 

I knew he liked watching me, here in his office, in the halls. I know Mr. Cole had his eye on me constantly, and not just to monitor my behavior. 

I looked up at him as I placed another set of paper clips on the desk, and as I plucked the last one from the floor and lifted my eyes to his, I saw his hand toss a handful over my head across the room. 

"Continue." he said, his jaw ticking. 

My confessions today were mundane, except for one. I'd had sex again, with one of the football jocks. I knew his least favorite confessions were the ones that involved me doing things with males, that weren't him. 

I turn on my knees and I crawl across the room to the first paper clip, and I can feel my skirt hiking up, and I wonder if he can see the red panties I have on. 

I may bend over more than I need to and bring my chest to the floor, and reach for the next paper clip instead of crawling toward it. 

I hear him clear his throat, and I continue to reach for them all instead of moving from my spot on the floor, my feet kick up slightly as I push back up and then crawl to the rest. Gathering them slowly, and when I'm done I sit on my knees, resting my ass on my feet as I hold my hand palm up with the small pile of paper clips in my palm and hold them up and out. 

I smile. "Done."  I say. 

He cocks his brow and I stand carefully, and walk over to his desk and set them down gently on his desk.  I can feel the excitement between my thighs as his eyes skim me from head to toe and back up. 

"Sit." he says. I look to my chair, and then to his desk. 

"where?...here?" I say tapping a fingernail on his desk. 

His jaw ticks again and he inhales impatiently and exhales loudly. 

I bite my lower lip and turn, walking to my chair and taking a seat, I sit with both feet to the floor, back straight, hands flat on my lap as I look at him. 

He swivels to face me, puts his elbows on his desk , clasps his fingers together,  except for his pointers, which line up together pointing up and he brings them to his lips studying me, his eyes on mine, and then trailing down slowly. His head cocking slightly when they stop at my chest. I catch myself breathing heavier as his gaze lingers awhile, studying the curves of my chest and the cleavage that my v neck allows. His eyes go back up to mine. 

"You've been extremely insubordinate this week Fallon." he says tapping his fingers to his lips. 

I nod. "I know." 

"What am I supposed to do, when you continue to disobey the rules i've set for you? When the tasks and punishments I give you don't seem to be correcting your behavior?" he says and then rests his hands together on the table clasped together. 

I shrug. 

"Come here." he says and I push up out of my chair and walk over to him.

He turns in his chair and he stands and I feel dwarfed when he stares down at me, 6'2"f to my 5'6". 

"You're eighteen tomorrow." he says. 

I nod and look down when I notice his hand move to touch me, but he pulls it back. 

"After tomorrow Fallon....things will change when you come to my office." he says.

I nod, feeling my nipples tighten, feeling my panties soak with the promise of what I've wanted for too long. 

"Tomorrow...you will come to my office." he says looking down at me.

"Tomorrow is Thursday." I say.

His jaw clenches, his nostrils flare. 

"And?" he says.

"I have the art lecture during free period tomorrow....the extra credit you wanted me to do." I remind him. I'm going to the near by elementary, where me and two other class mates talk to kids about the benefits of art and music. 

"After school then." his voice is gruff as he steps and inch closer. 

I shake my head. "I can't" I say. 

"Why?" he almost growls. 

"I have a date..." I say looking down, when I do, I catch his hands balling into fists, he flicks his wrists, loosening them. 

"With who?" his jaw is clenched, he speaks through gritted teeth,

"a boy from Westvale" I say. 

"You'll cancel it." he says.

My brows furrow and I look at him. 

"That's rude." I say. 

He huffs and he steps even closer looking down at me. 

"I have plans for you Fallon." he says, his chest heaving as he inhales deeply and exhales. 

I feel my tongue slip out over my lips and wet them as I look at him. 

His eyes go to my mouth, and I relax them, letting my lower lip pout just ever so slightly. 

He inhales again, and exhales and he steps toward me as I step back, we repeat this until my back is to his book shelf and his hands rest on a shelf near my head. He boxes me in and I blink up at him. 

"What are your plans Mr. Cole?" I ask quietly, and he shakes his head slowly, and my heart races, pounding furiously in my chest. 

For the first time, he touches me, his hand cups the side of my face and I inhale sharply, as his thumb passes over my lower lip, my eyes close as my lips part further , his thumb traces slowly back and forth over my lip and my eyes open heavily and look up at him. 

"My plans are to punish you in ways I can only punish an eighteen year old. " His jaw ticks. His finger rubs harder over my lip as I exhale a breath and he pushes up against me. I gasp , I feel his hard dick against my lower stomach as he pins me to the shelves with his body. 

My nipples are so hard inside of my bra, I have goosebumps everywhere, and I'm sure my lust has drenched my red panties by now, I can feel it between my legs, calling for him. 

"Mr.Cole" I say quietly and he pushes his thumb into my mouth, and hooks it over my lip, pushing it over my tongue. I let him swipe it over my tongue, before I move my tongue , roll it around his thumb and then suck. 

He groans and his eyes watch my mouth, as I nod my head slowly, letting his thumb slip in and out slightly, and I taste the salt on his finger tips as I look at him, sucking his thumb. 

"Fallon" his voice is strained, tortured. 

"I'm going to fuck, and punish this mouth of yours tomorrow" he says bluntly. My eyes widening, I suck his thumb faster, I grab his hand with both of my mine and nod as I moan on his thumb. 

He groans and pulls me from the bookcases, his thumb popping from my mouth before he grabs my waist, and puts me up on his desk. I gasp as my legs spread, his hands pushing up my skirt, to allow me to spread them further and and he stands between them. 

For the first time, he kisses me. 

It's hard, and rough, and frantic, the built up two year wait being released as his tongue plunges into my mouth as his hand grips my hair at the nape and he groans into my mouth as he presses his thick bulge against my panties, grinding into me. 

"Mr. Cole" I moan when his other hand grabs my waist, then pulls up on my shirt, untucking it from my skirt. I gasp, we both pant frantically and excitedly. I can feel the burn in my stomach, the heat pooling in between my thighs. I'm the most wet I've ever been. 

His hand drops from my hair as I hold onto his shirt, keeping our mouths pressed to one anothers as his hands lift my shirt, and we break our kiss for him to pull it up over my head. 

He tosses it on the desk and looks down. My tits in a red mesh, see through bra, my hard nipples, begging to be free. He groans looking at them.

"Fuck" he grits his teeth and his finger plucks the front clasp , it unsnaps and pops open. 

"Oh Jesus christ" he breathes and I moan before his lips even touch my breasts. his hot warm mouth breathes over my nipple right before he takes it into his mouth. 

I whimper and my head goes back as I lean back on my hands, his dick still grinding against my panties, I squirm on his desk as his mouth sucks hard on my nipple. 

"Mr.Cole" I moan as I reach down between us, and I cup his groin, making him growl against my skin as he bites down on my nipple. I yelp and squeeze his cock through his pants, rubbing my hand over it. 

I let the bra slip down my arms and shimmy my hands out of the straps and he latches to my other nipple, then flicks it and he sits down in his chair next and pushes my legs wide, as my skirt bunches at my waist and he looks at my panties.

"youve soaked your panties" he growls. 

I nod and he licks his lips and his face goes down, between my legs and I inhale as it hovers in front of my soaked pussy, I listen to him inhale, I feel him nudge his nose along the slit my pussy lips make in the fabric. I tremble. 

"Oh god" I moan.