Anything He wants

I loosen my tension and let him pound my mouth, slipping in and out. His hips snap forward and back as he keeps me steady. He isn’t holding back now– he’s giving in to what he needs. He’s using me like the little sex doll I am, and it feels so fucking good.

“I’m going to come all over that beautiful face of yours,” Headmaster Graham grunts.

“Mmmhmm,” I moan around his thick cock, urging him to come.

I want to taste it, I want to feel it on my skin. I want to know I have the power to make this powerful man lose control. He twists my hair a little and cups both sides of my head. He holds me stiffly in place while he thrusts erratically, forcefully. Like he can’t hold back for another second. My mouth feels too good, my throat belongs to him.

“I’m right there,” he groans. “Oh, fuck.”

“Nnngh,” I whimper as he pounds the back of my throat.

“Ohh yes. Avery!” he gasps as he slides out of my mouth.

His cock spurts hot, delicious streaks of come across my cheek and chin. A few drops hit my lip and I lick it up eagerly, never breaking eye contact with the headmaster.

He pumps his shaft with one hand, eking out every last precious drop onto my innocent face. He releases my hair so that it falls in loose, messy waves around my shoulders.

Just as he’s grabbing a handkerchief from his desk drawer and starts dabbing at my face, we both jump at a loud, sharp knock at the office door.

“Headmaster, it’s Kathy. I have those files you asked for this morning,” the secretary announces through the door.

“Shit,” he mutters, hastily wiping my face and throwing the handkerchief under the desk.

He pulls me to my feet as the secretary knocks again.

“Headmaster Graham?” she repeats.

“Just a moment,” the headmaster calls back. He leans in close to me, his eyes ablaze with passion. In a voice so quiet I can barely hear him, he says, “Listen, we need to discuss your future, Avery. We cannot let this get in the way of your grades and my job. We have to figure something out.” “I’m always available for more discipline,” I answer sweetly.

He raises an eyebrow as he pushes me toward the door. “We’ll discuss it later.”

“What about tonight?” I suggest. “Come find me at midnight.”

He sighs, “It’s inappropriate for me to go to the dorms at night. I’m a grown man and headmaster of this school; I can’t just waltz into a room of vulnerable, sleeping female students.”

I assure him with a wink, “Oh, I won’t be in my bed anyway. You’ll just have to track me down elsewhere. I could be almost anywhere, though, hmm? Even, oh, I don’t know, maybe the restricted section of the library.”Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

“The archives? Students are not allowed in there without supervision,” he hisses back as he reaches for the door handle.

“Well, I guess you’ll just have to supervise me, then!” I chirp back as he pushes open the door to reveal the secretary standing there with an armful of manila folders.

Headmaster Graham clears his throat and proclaims in an authoritative tone, “I hope this disciplinary meeting has made an impression on you today, Miss Winston.”

“Oh, totally! You can see it all over my face,” I tease back, grinning from ear to ear.

The secretary does a double take at me as I push past her. She seems befuddled by the inconsistency between the headmaster’s stern words and the look of pure devilish delight on my face. I delicately push past her and start to skip down the hall. She stares after me quizzically.

“The files, Kathy?” Headmaster Graham reminds her.

She turns her attention back to him. He ushers her into his office as she twitters on about some bureaucratic detail she needs him for. In the final seconds before the door closes, the headmaster gives me one last look. I stick my tongue out and give him a flirty little wave. He shakes his head, an almost imperceptible smile on his face, and closes the door. I giggle and scamper off, bursting through the double doors and out into the courtyard.

I breathe in the clean, fresh air and listen to the birds singing in the trees. I admire the beautifully-curated campus grounds as I stroll along back to my dormitory. I pass by brick buildings adorned with strands of green vines growing up the walls, blooming in little patches of white and purple flowers here and there. It’s a lovely late afternoon, and I’m on top of the world. It may have taken me the whole month I’ve been here to do it, but I finally seduced my headmaster. Now that we’ve crossed the first professional boundary with that luscious blowjob, what’s to stop us from going all the way? I’m confident he’ll meet up with me in the archives tonight. He’s had a little taste, and I know he wants more. Just like I do. I want my new favorite father figure to take my virginity and make me a woman.

I have a little time to kill until then, though, and I haven’t had the time or motivation to make any good friends here at the Academy. I’ve only been here a month, most of which I’ve spent getting in as much trouble as possible, so building friendships has been low on my list of priorities. I take out my cell phone and look at it for a moment, thinking. I decide I might as well try and call my dad. I can check in and see if he has anything disapproving to say about my newest set of charges. He should have at least gotten an email about my disciplinary meeting with Headmaster Graham. Maybe this will get his attention.

I click his name as I lean against the outer wall of the dorms. I listen to the line ring and ring and ring, then go to voicemail. I try again. Ring, ring, ring, voicemail. With my heart sinking, I give him another few tries. No answer. No anything. I sigh as I looking down at my phone sadly. For a moment, that old loneliness sweeps back in. That feeling of abandonment I could never really shake. It’s funny– Daddy makes sure I have every material desire, but the one thing I really want he can never give me. His heart. I’ve spent my whole eighteen years trying to get his attention, trying to make myself important in his world. It’s never worked.

But now, I don’t need his attention anymore. I found a better place to seek validation. I found a new daddy to take care of me, to punish or reward me like I deserve. Besides, what’s better than a father figure you can rely on?

A father figure you can rely on and have passionate, mindblowing sex with.

I mean, it’s an obvious choice. Maybe that makes me a little bit dirty, a little bit messed up. But oh well. I am who I am, and if my daddy didn’t want me to turn out like a messy, horny slut, he should’ve paid attention to me years ago.

I turn off my phone and put it in my blazer pocket. I walk into the dorm and go upstairs to rest and prepare myself for the crazy night ahead of me.

Many hours later when night has fallen, I find myself in the library archives. I arrived about an hour ago to watch the night shift librarian close up for the evening. I’ve always been a night owl with a considerable rebellious streak, so I’ve already spent a few nights staking out the library’s security measures to find the best way to sneak in after hours. The librarian didn’t suspect a thing. It’s eerie down here alone in the archives. It’s a large, dimly-lit room with walls, cabinets, and displays of old records. Dusty old books line the walls. A brassy light fixture hangs in the middle of the room, and a steep, creaking staircase leads up into the main library. It’s not totally spooky, though. Actually, I find the cozy darkness and the walls of rich history comforting. Even romantic. I walk around the room inspecting various eccentricities as I count down the seconds to midnight. I feel a twinge of nerves, but mostly excitement. I’ve been holding onto my virginity for what feels like forever, waiting for the right one. The one who deserves me, who can rock my world like I deserve. I knew I wouldn’t find that in a guy my age. But the headmaster? He’s just the kind of daddy I need.

At just past midnight, I hear the creak of footsteps on the stairs. I freeze up, staring with wide eyes at the stairs. My heart is pounding as I wait to see if it’s the headmaster or possibly the librarian come back to catch me in the act. Every step makes my heart beat faster. When the figure steps into the low light and I see the headmaster’s hulking, handsome frame there, I light up. He came! And he looks like he stepped right out of my fantasy world. Gray eyes burning with need, his white-streaked hair pushed artfully back out of his face, and those lips begging to be kissed. He stands there with a solemn look on his face. I can sense that he’s restraining himself. He’s waiting for me to make a move. Go time.