17. Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen:

~Valerie Contempt~

W earing a ruffled schoolgirl skirt and button down blouse had been solely to add to the image of innocence. I wanted Bandur to take one look at me and see a little student afraid for her life. It would make it easier to slip the tonic into his drink. I knew the man lived on coffee so there would be easy access.

However, having my torso tossed onto a desk, my skirt flipped up and over my back, and my panties shoved to my ankles woke a different beast in my belly. Why is this my fucking kink? Can't I have something more original? But nope, of course the witch who sleeps with her teacher has a ‘bad schoolgirl spanked over the edge of a desk' kink…cliché.

Yet, I still cried out happily as his palm came across my bare ass. It stung in the best of ways. My legs kicked off the side of the desk. I dug my elbows into the desk to leverage myself on top of it. A vine from the willow that hid us from the rest of the greenhouse classroom dropped down before me. It tugged my striped tie undone and before I could counter it, he'd had my hands bound.

"Shall I cover your mouth, or can you behave enough not to rattle the glass?" he teased, spanking the other cheek. My legs kicked out again. Core tingling and eyes rolling back, I moaned. Lochlain's rumbling, dark chuckle twisted up my insides. Soon, a tie that was several degrees warmer than me was wrapped around my face. I chomped down onto it eagerly, smiling to myself. He hummed to himself, "Naughty thing."

His hand caught my other cheek and my muffled groan only made him spank me again. My toes curled in my sneakers. Warm, worn palms rubbed my stinging skin. It sent shivers running down my back. A hand to knot of his tie behind my head, he forced my head up as his next spank came down across my cunt. I choked on my own tongue. It almost made me jump out of my skin. His deft fingers traced my slit down to my collection of curls, then back toward my ass. Smack. Another sent me reeling. Please, oh please, I was such a weak thing for him. I'd promised him to be good, to behave! I'd be a model student if he just shoved his fingers inside me and filled my needy cunt.

He didn't, instead he switched between sharp spanks across the globes of my ass and flat slaps across my pussy. Every time, between his steady strikes, he'd rub the tender skin. My legs were engulfed in goosebumps and my saliva was soaking through his tie. I was practically chewing through it; I would have swallowed the silk if it meant crying out for him. Please, please .

"Are you ready to behave?"

I nodded vigorously. His dark chuckle returned and my thighs clenched together.

"Mmm, you could be lying to me."

I cried out against the tie as he struck my pussy again.

"Are you ready to behave?"

I nodded harder this time, squeezing my hands tight in a prayer.

"I don't believe you," his playful taunt made my legs kick out as he spread my stinging lips open. Vines snaked down the desk, hooking behind my knees and shoving me up higher on the desk. I gasped as a single fingertip touched my clit. "Be a good girl."

That's when I heard the chair scrape, and my body went on high alert. I couldn't see him. Only willow branches that taunted me as they swung before me. He dropped my head against my forearms and I tried to shift. Lochlainn restrained me more. I was forced to lay there, spread open against his desk, and await him. Would he spank me more? Only his fingers found my cunt again. He spread my lips open again, and this time, his tongue brushed my clit.

My world spun. Between gentle, torturous swipes to slow sucks, he forced me to sit still and take it. I could have bitten him like a rabid animal caught in a dumpster on fire! My teeth ached to sink through the tie and command he speed it up. But that wouldn't be very good, would it? I sighed, rubbing my forehead against my forearms. It was an eternity, but it built. A coil formed in my core and I slowly tightened. His licks grew bolder, his sucks with greater pressure, and my legs shook. I panted. Finally, he sucked on my clit at the same time two fingers speared into me. I saw stars. His digits curled deep inside me and my coil snapped. My walls fluttered around him viciously.

He didn't tease me or say anything. His full focus was on my cunt and wringing all the pleasure from it he could. Then, when I thought I couldn't come anymore, he drove his tongue deep in me and licked me clean. I dug my fingernails into his desk.

Finally, my legs were eased back to dangling off the edge. My gag was removed and I dried my drool against my arm.

"That's a very good student, so patient." He stood up behind me.

"Please, Professor," I croaked. It took all the strength in my mush for bones, but I spoke it out loud. "I'll be so good. Please, just fuck me."

"Yes, I will…you've earned it for being a model student." His hands grabbed me by the hips. I didn't even know he'd pushed down his pants, or that his cock was out. Only that the vines watched me take his cock swiftly and it was the best thing I'd felt in a long time. I shoved my fists in my mouth to keep from shattering the greenhouse windows. His hips thrust against my sore backside sharply. I cried out with every ram of his cock deep into my knotted insides.

Just as suddenly as he was in me, he left. My fists fell from my mouth. I sobbed, "Wait, please—"

His hands pulled me from the desk, but I wasn't put on my feet. My legs were tossed around his torso and my bound hands behind his head. My ass, red hot and stinging like a thousand wasps had their way with my backside, pressed into the desk and he thrust back into me. Our lips crashed together clumsily. I didn't even hate the pain. Loved it actually. I took a fist of his hair, squeezed my legs around his thick trunk, and held on for dear life.

Lochlainn broke the kiss first, "That's it, little witch, squeeze me tight. Make sure you milk my cock. If you want me to breed you, you'll need to take every last drop. And when you're being stubborn like an ox or talking bad about yourself, this is exactly what I'll do. Spank your ass till you can't think anymore, eat your cunt like you're made of honey, then fuck you like you deserve."

I let out a rattled, wheezy laugh, "Lochlainn."

"No, no, good students don't talk back when their professor is lecturing," he teased.

Dragon's breath, I love that smug little smirk on his face. I tugged his face back into mine and kissed him for all I was worth. Fuck me like I deserve? I'd rather you fuck me like you love me. But as our lips broke, I couldn't form the words. I wanted him to actually love me…because I loved him.

I whimpered his name against his lips as he kept his punishing pace for a long time. It wasn't till I clawed his scalp and bit down on his lower lip, another orgasm threatening my composure, did I feel him give. Like he was waiting. And he did, just until my eyes rolled back in my head and my walls clamped down around him. Warmth flooded my belly. His hips rutted against me erratically.

"Valerie, my heart. My sweet little witch, my wicked student," he purred my praises, and I reveled in it. He kissed me all over the face before biting down onto my throat. Lochlainn sighed dreamily into my ear.

Fuck it. "You think you bred me this time, my love?"

He pulled back from my neck, staring down at me. No shame. No regrets. I am a witch who lives without such things because it's not in my vocabulary. I wanted Lochlainn. I wanted everything he promised me. And I was going to get what I wanted.

Lochlainn smiled down at me, "If I didn't, that just means I'll have to try again."

"Well, I'll make it worth the spanking next time."

"As if threatening to drug your administrator was not crime enough for spanking?"

"Attempted drugging really isn't the worst thing you could have caught me doing," I retorted with a playful shrug.

"Oak Father, preserve me," he groaned, shaking his head. "Or instead, when you're in need of a spanking, you could just ask me for one?"

"Nah! I like it better when I've earned it," I wiggled my brows. He scowled, but there wasn't an ounce of actual ire in it. Especially as I wiggled on his desk, his cock still pressed inside me. He was soft, but that didn't mean it didn't feel good as I squeezed him once intentionally. He groaned, his face flitting between being delighted and stern. "Now, you really should have told me that you enjoy schoolgirl skirts."

"I enjoy you in skirts. Or dresses. Anything I can push up and over you," he countered, giving me a sharper look.

"Uh-huh." I beamed.

"Wicked little thing, your ass is too red for you to be playing with your backside's future like this."

"And who are you to tell me how sore—OW!" I yelped as he popped just the bottom of my ass that hung off the desk. "Fine, point taken."

He forced me to sit still as he grabbed my discarded panties and pulled them onto my legs. I couldn't help the giddiness in my bones. Lochlainn was right, he did make me forget about everything. I twirled his hair and giggled as he peppered my face with sweet kisses. Sat in his lap, kissing him lazily and talking about anything and nothing. I forgot what I was doing that morning…

Until it came crashing back down. First it was hands, at least ten of them, slapping against the greenhouse windows. Thunder cracked over our heads and the once sunny sky turned painfully dark. The groans of the dead filled the air slowly after. My heart skipped a beat as I stumbled to my feet. Before Lochlainn could stop me, I pushed out of the vines separating us from the rest of the room. We were surrounded by molding members of my previous sorority. Dead eyed girls wearing mangled clothes. Their skin was pulled taut and bones protruded where they tried to put up a fight.

My horror stopped at the front to the greenhouse. Teddy, once as pretty as the sun after days of storm clouds, was distorted. Her jaw knocked clean off, only leaving half a set of teeth and her sunken in eyes. They stared through me, screaming their accusations that her broken mouth couldn't speak. You left me to die. You left us all to die. Traitor!

I stumbled forward, my legs bringing me toward the green glass between us. Dirt caked her face like she'd been dragged out of her grave. Forced to do someone else's bidding.

"Amber."

I glanced back at Lochlainn.

"You knew?" I croaked.

"I…suspected, once I found her ill with bog hex this morning. I didn't know…" his words fell away as we both took in the storm surrounding us. Close to forty bodies surrounded the greenhouse. Those who weren't from my old sorority were older, decrepit things that slammed their bodies against the glass.

"Why didn't you say?" I scanned the swarm around us. Rain spat against the greenhouse without mercy.

"I was intending to tell you, but it seems Amber is tired of waiting."

Cold, unfeeling fury settled into my belly. Something snapped into place. It didn't have a name, but it did have a sensation. Like long nails brushing down my spine. They raked across my sides and cupped my stomach. My heart slowed to a sluggish beat as I stared into the western wall. Lightning cracked and I was reminded of the cave. Instead of a faceless shadow or a wraith or whatever she was hidden behind, now there was just Amber…and the army of undead she'd summoned.

"Best not to keep her waiting."