Free Seducing Sarah by Jinx Jamison

hands over Master Q’s broad shoulders. He tensed visibly before he swung his legs over the side of the massage table so he could lie down. He was too tall for it but with a bit of maneuvering he was able to recline with his feet hanging over the edge.
Sarah watched with slitted eyes as Mistress Rain ran her hands up and down his chest, slowing down when she reached the band of his pants. She looked up then and noticed Sarah watching. She smiled and then resumed stroking his chest.
Sarah looked down at her desk and counted to ten slowly. The scene with Master Q this morning had left her shaky and tense. After his terse brush off in the bathroom, she’d taken the fastest shower possible and then rushed out to the room to find him already gone. The only evidence he’d even been there at all that morning was the plastic wrapped garment bag he’d left on the bed containing her Sluts R’ Us uniform.
“I cannot believe I am wearing this.”
Gritting her teeth, she looked down at her tight, white collared shirt and knee-length black pleated skirt. She’d contemplated just wearing her jeans to defy him but then she’d remembered how much he’d enjoyed punishing her the previous day by making her suck his cock in front of Dom and Veronica. Considering how pissed off he’d been, she was afraid to test him. He might make her suck him off in front of an entire class of people this time.
Even more embarrassing was how exciting she found that possibility to be.
It was bad enough that she was wearing a uniform again, which she’d sworn never to do after leaving Catholic school but to have to watch Mistress Rain practically molesting her… what? Lover? She stopped and shook her head. That was the problem, wasn’t it? Master Q wasn’t hers. He wasn’t her boyfriend, her friend, her anything. As much as he reminded her of the man she loved, he was a stranger.
So why the hell did she want to punch the other woman in the face?
There were several other students in the room which was unfortunate. She didn’t really need witnesses in case she flipped out and stabbed the other woman in the throat with her pencil.
“I’m guessing you won’t be the teacher’s pet.” A voice from her left brought her out of her murderous thoughts.
She turned to the dark-haired guy sitting next to her. He had pale gray eyes and a nice smile. The muscles beneath his light blue polo shirt were the kind that made her think of volleyball and lacrosse as opposed to a gym membership. He’d fit in perfectly at any country club. Under other circumstances he would have been just her type.
“Why do you say that?” She unclenched her fingers from around her pencil. Maybe if she concentrated on something else she could stop watching as Mistress Rain slicked massage oil over the wide expanse of Master Q’s shoulders.
Jealously wasn’t something she was accustomed to dealing with and the ugly feelings roiling around inside her were alarming. Blood pulsed through her veins making her feel unnaturally strong. Images of the things she could do, how easy it would be to snatch the other woman’s long straight hair from her head, flashed through her mind.
“Just the way you’re clutching that pencil. If you’re going to attack, let me know so I can get out of the way.” He feigned jumping back like he was afraid. She let out her breath with a little giggle. Despite the murderous thoughts running on auto-play through her head, it was obvious he was flirting with her.
“See, it’s not so bad. Although, I have to wonder what a nice girl like you is doing in a place like this?” He leaned back in his chair, all cocky-confident. He didn’t try to hide his leisurely assessment of her legs beneath her skirt, either.
Sarah rolled her eyes and looked back at the front of the classroom. “I could ask you the same question since you’re here too.”
He held up his hands in surrender. “No offense intended. Please don’t pull out that pencil again.”
Sarah