It has been a week since the incident in the office with Ms. Lane and Mr. Smith and she cannot help but hope that he has forgotten all about it. She sits at her desk grading her papers dressed in her short skirt still as to not let anyone notice there is a change. She adjusts trying to get comfortable but for some reason thinking about her boss makes her wet now.
When she thinks more into him forcing her it makes her more and more wet. How can this be? Yes, she has always loved a man in power but to get wet over him using that power to use her however he wishes seems insane. The wetness starts to spread down her legs from the thoughts and lack of panties.
She moves her hand down between her legs and starts to play with her clit. Her head falls back against the chair as she moans. Now she is not only aroused of the thought of him controlling her but she is masturbating from it? How sick and demented is she? She cannot help but continue to play with her wet pussy. She pushes two fingers into her pussy and starts to play with her spot she knows so well.
Her orgasm is building causing her to get out of breath and covers her in a sweaty glaze. The knock on her classroom door brings her back to reality. Her heart races as she wipes her hand off on the inside of her skirt.
"Come in" she says as calmly as she can. The door swings open and Jeremy is standing in the doorway. Her face lights with excitement and then remembering Mr. Smith she tries to calm herself quickly. "How can I help you Jeremy?"
He shifts nervously and says "I know you said we have to stop but can we just have one last time together?" The wetness between my legs is longing for some more attention but the lingering thoughts of Mr. Smith stop me from letting myself get out of control.
"No Jeremy. I'm sorry but I told you we had to stop and that will not be changing. What we had was fun but you need to find someone your own age to be with." she forces herself to say as he watches him standing there the wetness growing in her legs at the thought of rebelling.
He turns away disappointed and walks out of the room shutting the down behind himself. She breathes a sigh of relief because he did not try to push her into it. She turns back to her desk to start grading again when there is another knock at the door. Now she is getting irritated. No means no, Jeremy.
"Come in" she calls out again with irritation in her voice. The door swings open this time with Mr. Smith standing in the doorway. She quickly sits up straighter. "Oh I'm sorry Master. I did not know that was you, sir."
"That is fine my little pet. I just happened to see Jeremy leaving and I want to make sure you did not forget our little agreement and what it consist of."
"I remember Master. He asked but I turned him away immediately. Absolutely nothing happened, sir."
"I have been trying to think of a name for you to have when you are doing my wishes. Something other than Amber or Ms. Lane since those are what everyone calls you. This name will be how I call you when we are alone and want to declare you as my own. What do you think I should call you?"
