Free Teach Me a Lesson by Jasmine Haynes Page A

I’ll do anything you want, if you just remove these cuffs.”
    “Anything, Miss Moore?”
    “Absolutely anything.” She’d think about obsession later. Or maybe later, she’d see the whole thing in perspective. That he was just a man. That this was just really good sex. And it probably only felt this good because she hadn’t had sex in months.
    Then her hands were free and Charlotte braced herself against the back cushion of the chair, pushing her bottom against him. Begging.
    “Do you want me to fuck you, Miss Moore?” He rotated his hips, caressing her with his condom-clad cock.
    She wanted it more than anything, to feel him inside her, hot, hard, filling her completely. “I had a fantasy about my high school principal.” Her principal had been a woman. But if she’d been a he and he’d looked like Principal Hutton, well, she very well might have had a few fantasies. Before she decided younger men were better. Safer.
    “What was your fantasy?”
    “I imagined he took me right there in his office.”
    “Did he bend you over his desk?”
    “No. Over his leather chair. Just like this.” She pushed back, shimmied, teased.
    “Did he lift your skirt?” He stroked her cheeks, held her hips, pressed hard against her center.
    “Yes. Then he pulled aside my panties and slipped right inside.”
    “Like this?” He wedged a finger beneath the thin strap of her thong, slid it to the left, and teased her with the tip of his cock.
    Charlotte moaned. Though he was kneeling between her legs, she spread her thighs wider for him. “He teased me like that for so long that suddenly I just had to make him do it.” Her hands flat on the chair back, she pushed against him, forcing him to slip inside. But his hand was in the way, and for a moment all he did was short-stroke just inside her opening. It was enough, good God, more than enough, his cock caressing her G-spot.
    Charlotte closed her eyes. Absolutely perfect.
    “Then he fucked me,” she whispered. “Hard, relentlessly. Until I was screaming.”
    Principal Hutton gave her everything she was begging for, hands on her hips, taking her hard, thrusting deep. She couldn’t see. She could barely breathe. She for sure couldn’t think. At the last moment, he pushed a hand between her legs, found her clitoris, rubbed her, circled her. And shot her off into outer space like a rocket.
    Oh God, yes, this was addiction and oh so very good, the worst kind of habit to kick.
    * * *
    HE’D NEVER BEEN WITH A WOMAN HE SIMPLY COULDN’T GET enough of. She’d sucked him off. He’d come hard. But he’d needed more. Right away. No time necessary to recharge. The need was simply there, overpowering.
    He lay like a blanket over her body, squashing her down in the chair. The distinctly feminine scent of arousal oozed from her pores. Turning his head, he licked the salt from her skin. He nibbled her shoulder, kissed her ear.
    “That was better than my fantasy,” she murmured.
    “I’m so glad to hear it, Miss Moore. I’ve never fucked anyone in my office, but if you’d been my student, I most certainly would have taken you.”
    “Why thank you, Principal Hutton.”
    He contemplated meeting her at the school late in the night, when the halls were empty, all the lessons planned, and even the janitors had gone home.
    He also contemplated taking her to his bed and having her over and over. She energized him. He was like a young buck again. “We need sustenance. Then we’ll go to bed. I fancy having you in the middle of the night.”
    She was silent a moment. A very long moment. Then, “We wouldn’t want to have too much of a good thing.” She wriggled beneath him. “It just gets boring.”
    “I believe we have the capacity to add extra spice.” After all, they’d only played this game twice. He certainly wasn’t that easily bored. “And you’re the slave. So we’ll eat and I’ll have you again. As many times as I like.” Part of the game was being a dom.
    She set