Monday morning, and Miss Fallon arrived for work with the same sexual fantasies that had driven her to distraction at the Facesitting Bar the night before.
Beneath her respectable, knee-length tan skirt was the same flirty blue lingerie that she had worn at the bar. The blue silk was still infused with a mix of her arousal and Jake's saliva and still stretched steamily around a love-stuck body that was desperate for more of Jake's touch.
As Miss Fallon unlocked her classroom, her clinking keyring brought back memories of the curvy woman's jangling keys that belonged to the padlocks and chains that had held Jake between her legs. Wow those chains had been tight, trapping Jake on an exquisitely short leash. Her smouldering blue eyes wished he was still there as she pressed herself against the door, her body aglow, wondering how she was going to survive a day at work.
At least she still held some power over her cute ex-student. The Facesitting Bar's male guests were each branded with a heavy security chain padlocked tightly around their necks. On the chain was a small steel plaque with the bar's blatant logo of stylised female buttocks. A sexual symbol that was far too provocative to wear in vanilla society.
The neck chain was designed to ensure the man's total devotion to his partner's body. Disappointing the woman was not advised as removing the chain without the key was almost impossible. And Emma still had Jake's key.
Natalie had used the same leverage over Jake on their first night together, leaving him branded with the sassy buttocks for days before unlocking him. By then, it was too late, and he had fallen for her. So, the system worked, but unfortunately, for every couple brought together by the tease, there were other men who were left permanently branded. Even men who had pleased their women could get caught, as keys held by aroused, inebriated women could be a bad mix. Keys teasingly tucked into bras had been known to slip out on the giggly walk home.
*
It was the first time that Jake had been back to his old school since graduation. He waited next to the classroom door, beside the ominous 'Miss Emma Fallon' name badge, as a class of students hurriedly filed out.
With memories of his sexy volatile teacher still in his mind, Jake ventured inside to find his ex-teacher sitting on the edge of her desk wearing a blue top, tan skirt, stockings, and black leather heels.
Emma looked up, feeling her body reacting as he walked closer. She loved his casual, effortless style in blue jeans and black top. Her strict schoolteacher expression softened as he awoke her hidden foxy persona. Jake's touch had been wonderful, and Emma was starting to obsess about feeling him again. Her breathing slowed, her legs uncrossed, and her thighs parted inside her restrictive skirt.
"Jake," she smiled, swallowing on her dry throat.
"Miss Fallon," Jake replied, the implications of what would happen if he didn't address her properly seemingly hard wired into him.
"Call me Emma, please. It's good to see you again."
She flicked her long blonde hair provocatively. Her voice was breathy as Jake unzipped the top of his black, high necked jumper to reveal the padlocked security chain.
Emma couldn't help but smile. "They said the key was mine."
"Yes," Jake sighed with a sense of déjà vu, "but I can't go to work like this."
Emma edged forward on her desk, the edge of the polished wood pressing into her skirt, her long blonde hair ruffled over her shoulders and her breathing slow and deep.
"Well, Natalie shouldn't have left you with a perverted bitch like me," she mouthed shyly.
"I've dealt with her," Jake growled, "Natalie spent the night handcuffed to my bed."
Emma sighed, allowing herself to enjoy that image as she looked him up and down. No wonder Natalie misbehaved if that was her punishment. If only she could suffer the same fate, she mused, letting out an unintentionally jealous sigh.
"You and I," Emma whispered, "We were chained together."
Jake fell silent as his eyes slipped back beneath Emma skirt, in turn making Emma's lips curl up into a captivating grin.
Jake looked up to watch the blatant sexual desires play out in his teacher's eyes. Her style and her body weren't lost on him as he slipped into the small chair immediately in front of Miss Fallon's desk, her tall shapely body towering above him.
"Just like before," Emma whispered demurely, shaking free her wavey blonde hair which now bunched up around her slim shoulders.
Emma's stood up, her heels clipping closer to Jake's chair with its integrated desk. The space between the two seemed smaller and tighter than Jake had remembered. Maybe Emma's heels were higher. The shrinking feeling was only amplified as Emma folded up the hem of her once respectable skirt to reveal her sheer stockings and flushed thighs beneath.
"Hands on the table," she murmured.
Jake instinctively obeyed. He had always enjoyed Miss Fallon's strict disciplinary techniques. This one, while meant for younger kids, had been amazingly effective. Under Emma's governorship, it felt more akin to being handcuffed.
Emma held the folded hem of her skirt, as her seductive hips and thighs slinked closer. Her hips twisted, her skirt riding up as she sat down on Jake's desk, pinning his hands beneath her. She leaned closer and crossed one thigh over the other, her buttocks massaging the backs of his hands as she trapped him with her weight.
"I think the kids are supposed to sit on their own hands," he breathed.
"Really? At least I'm only sitting on your hands."
Jake leaned closer and playfully kissed his teacher's stocking covered thigh. That was all the encouragement Emma needed, and she lifted her leg over his shoulder and bent her knee to draw him closer. She parted her legs, her arousal wafting tantalisingly, her body trembling in anticipation of Jake's touch.
"You make me wet," she mouthed.
Jake shuffled on the small chair as he tried to untangle his erection. When that didn't work, he leaned closer and tried to free his hands by lifting the curves of his voluptuous teacher.
"You were cute in the smother box," Emma breathed, her hands running through his short dark hair.
"You know I'm with Natalie."
"Oh yeah. The girl who left you in the cage?"
"Just Nat having fun," Jake replied.
"The girl who left you chained between your English teacher's legs," Emma repeated as provocatively as she could in her wobbly breathy voice, "Anyway, I have your key... so if you ever want to remove that chain you will do as I say."
