"Stop."
That's what I said to my girlfriend.
We were in the empty classroom, and I was—currently—sitting in her lap.
She was kissing my neck. Her warm breath trailed over my dark circles, and her delicate hands enveloped me as if she wanted to trap me there... as if I was only hers.
Her kisses grew more intense as I felt my body heat up.
"Why are you doing this here?" I murmured almost in a whisper, my breathing quickening, as she continued to play with my body as if I were a toy.
"We agreed it would be at my place. Someone could see us," I said, trying to get out of her lap. We were still in the classroom. Even if no one was there at that moment, the school was still full. Anyone could walk in at any time.
So… why wouldn't she stop?
We could just go to my place. No one would be there. We just had to go. But she insisted on doing this here.
"Why did you talk to her?"
That was the first thing she said since she pulled me aside when the others left the room.
"Who... ahh... are you talking about?"
Kisses on my neck. One of her hands was touching my nipples. She knew I hated that. Whenever she was mad at me, she did that.
"Ahhh... no... stop... uhhh... you know I hate that..."
"Do you really hate it?"
The mocking giggle escaped her voice, almost a warm whisper in my ear, as one of her hands went down my pants.
My dick was already hard, throbbing under the fabric—and she knew it.
She always knew.
Who am I trying to fool?
I love it when she plays with my body.
I'm addicted to this feeling of being dominated, controlled... completely satisfied.
"Natasha..." she murmured, while I was trying to find strength in my dry throat. "Why are you talking about her?"
What?
Natasha?
The new redhead, freckles on her face, lively green eyes. Beautiful, yes—but that's all.
Clothes too tight for the uniform: short black skirt, white shirt clinging to her body.
But my girlfriend... Susan...
She is everything.
Beautiful, dangerous, intense.
"I didn't even... ahh... even remember her... she just asked for some information... uhh... to find the classroom..."
My words came out in sighs, interspersed with the shivers her touch caused.
But it was as if she wasn't even listening to me.
With one hand, she calmly lowered my pants, without any hurry.
With the other, she was still playing with one of my nipples—and she knew how much I hated that.
That's exactly why she did it.
Whenever she was mad at me.
"Humm..."
That was her only answer, and it came with an expression between irritation and pleasure.
"Seriously, baby... ahh... I... I didn't think she was anything special... you know that..."
I never managed to finish the sentence.
Her hand went inside my underwear.
And then, she touched the head of my dick.
It was like a shock.
My whole body trembled, as if every inch had been activated.
The pleasure mixed with the tension of the moment... with guilt... with fear.
"You say you didn't think she was pretty..."
Her voice was sweet as poison—soft, but sharp.
"...but your body says otherwise."
"I swear I didn't—"
She silenced me with a kiss on the neck.
Not a loving kiss, but a slow, firm... almost a bite.
"You're mine."
Those three words came with a squeeze.
She started to slowly masturbate me, going up and down with calculated, confident movements.
She took me apart with her fingers.
My forehead rested on her shoulder.
I moaned softly, trying to contain any sound, afraid someone would hear—but it was useless.
"You don't look at anyone else."
She whispered that as if it were a promise.
Or a threat.
She pressed her hips against mine, making me feel her arousal under her skirt.
Heat. Friction.
The world seemed to have disappeared.
It was just me and her.
Just Susan and her sick rage.
Her possessive love.
Her addictive touch.
"Now… be very quiet."
She licked my ear slowly, making my whole body shiver.
"And you're only going to cum when I want you to."
Her voice was low, firm… authoritative. It wasn't a request—it was an order.
My mind was scrambled.
All I could feel was the warmth of her touch, the sweet and dangerous smell of her skin, and the unbearable pleasure that rose in waves, dominating me from within.
Her fingers were moving more intensely now.
The palm of her hand squeezed lightly, rhythmically, knowing every point of my body better than I did.
I bit my lip to keep from moaning loudly.
We were at school. Anyone could walk in.
But the fear only made everything hotter… dirtier… more wrong.
And that made me even harder.
"Look at you... trembling just with my hand..."
She laughed, and her warm breath hit my neck.
"You're so mine... so obedient..."
My legs barely responded anymore.
Every touch, every word, every look from her pulled me into an abyss where there was only pleasure and submission.
I wanted to beg.
Ask her to stop.
But my mouth didn't work anymore.
Until she said:
"Now."
And my body responded before I could even think.
I came.
With force, with muffled moans against her shoulder, with my soul emptying along with my body.
She didn't stop.
She continued to touch me slowly, even after… making me tremble, moan softly, completely surrendered.
Completely hers.