Dominated By A Student Pt 02

It had been over a month since Heather had been blackmailed into fulfilling one of her student's exhibitionist fantasy. She had been forced to strip nude and be paraded through the empty school halls at the behest of a douchey rich kid who had dredged up an old camgirl profile she had used with under a different name years ago. She had drove home an emotional wreck, terrified of having her life implode and guilty for having enjoyed parts of it. Her boyfriend had noticed almost immediately when he arrived home from work later that day and she was forced to come up with a more mundane lie about a difficult day in the classroom. She could tell he didn't entirely believe it but let it go. Another thing for her eat away at her, keeping secrets from her loving boyfriend of three years.

Life had gone on. She saw Jonah once a day every weekday in the classroom. It seemed that he had kept their affair a secret as she didn't notice any difference in the way her other students looked at her. Jonah's own conduct in her classroom was obnoxious, at first manifesting as him becoming a more active participant and often raising his hand to answer questions as a way to force her acknowledgment. He then started disrupting the class more, obviously daring her to challenge him only so he could get off on having fucked the teacher trying to discipline him. It was draining but ultimately something she could handle on a day to day basis. As time went on, even these events happened less frequently as Jonah seemed to lose interest. School gossip filtered up to the staff regularly and she knew that Jonah had a girlfriend name Grace, and she hoped that relationship was taking up enough of his time to keep him away from her.

She had managed to go the entire day without thinking about him when she overheard some students in the hallways talking between class. It was something about Jonah and a dramatic breakup. Later that day she was having lunch with her closest teacher colleague, someone that liked to pass on bits of high school drama as a topic of conversation during their break. Heather mentioned what she had heard about Jonah's breakup casually, only for her heart to sink a little when her friend excitedly launched into a story. "I heard that she was messing around with one of his buddies all year, got caught when he noticed messages on her phone. The worst part, he was about to take her to Europe this Christmas." It went on for some time, detailing how Grace had cheated on Jonah with a friend and recently been caught.

Heather began paying closer attention to Jonah in her classes now, and she noticed and undercurrent of brooding. It was a welcome change to the behavior of weeks prior. One day when she glanced over towards him, she noticed him staring at her from his desk across the room. The rest of the students were working on their quizzes that had just been passed out. Heather quickly looked back to her desk. The next time she looked, she noticed him looking down at his lap. He was clearly using his phone; obviously not allowed during quizzes but she was beyond trying to enforce rules like that with him if she could help it. When her phone buzzed in her pocket, Heather knew it would be him.

The message read:

'hard to concentrate rn'

She resisted the urge to glare at him, instead looking down at her desk. He wants engagement.

Another text. She turned her phone to silent before reading it.

'Whats the answer to question 1?'

She still refused to give in and look. Seconds later, silence of the classroom was broken as Jonah yawned loudly, stretching his arms above his head. Some of the students glanced up before returning to their work.

Heather relented, understanding that he was threatening to keep pushing things further if she didn't reciprocate. She replied:

'Enough disruptions, please. If you have any issues with the quiz we can discuss it after class today'

'like the sound of that. thing is i'm pretty hard right now, can't stop thinking about you on ur knees in this room. need some help with that so I can concentrate'

She felt her heart racing and tried to keep her composure. Every fiber hated this little prep school shit who threatened her entire career and life for his perverted amusement.

Receiving no response, he pushed further.

'maybe take one of your pens and put it in your mouth'

It was a disgusting idea and she knew where it was going. She also knew that he could keep hanging the nude photos he took of her, face visible or not, to make her do anything that wasn't as bad as having those end up on the internet. Cringing, she picked up a pen and tapped it against her lips as if she lost in though. Glancing up, none of her other students were looking at her.

'thats pretty hot, but I def went deeper. Really get it in there'

Again, she glanced up. One of her students was looking off into space, forcing her to wait for him to turn his attention back to his paper. After he had, she moved the pen a few inches into her mouth, keenly aware that this pose was no longer something that could be played off if someone saw. Her eyes darted around the room, eventually landing of Jonah's. He grinned and puffed out one of his cheeks, clearly miming how she had looked to him on that day. A student towards the front of the class placed her pen down and looked up. Heather pulled the pen out quickly but the student had seen the motion in her peripheral vision. Looking confused, she stood up and walked over to placed her completed quiz on Heathers desk. Heather just hoped that her face wasn't completely red.

A couple other students also finished, walking up to hand in their quizzes. These were the over-achievers who normally finished before the rest of the class. Jonah surprised her by also standing up and walking towards her after they sat down. As he stood in front of her desk, she noticed with horror that his fly wasn't zipped. As one hand placed the quiz papers on the pile, his other went towards his open zipper. Looking down at her mortified face, he held his hand on his crotch for a few seconds before instead zipped his fly up and turning around. Looking down, she noticed that his quiz was entirely blank except for "after-hours extra credit" scrawled in pen across the top. She snatched it off her desk before anyone else could approach and notice it.

She stumbled through the rest of her lesson plan after the quiz time ended. Her students snickered when she trailed off mid sentence and she saw honest to god concern in the eyes of the student who had seen her taking the pen out of her mouth. Only one thing remained certain in Heather mind: Jonah wouldn't stop. He got cheated on and broken up with, and now all that teenage angst and heartbreak was being directed at her. Looking down at her phone, she opened the conversation thread with Jonah. She couldn't stop him and couldn't ignore him, the only way out of this was to face it head on.

'lets talk.'

Later that day, she sat in the back of his SUV. She had tried to convince him to chose somewhere else to meet but was denied. She settled on going to her car first and parking next to his once a spot was open, quickly jumping out of hers and into his. They sat in back row of seats which was fortunately protected by heavy window tint, giving them some semblance of privacy.

A heavy silence stretched between them. Every time she came close to formulating a sentence the words died in her throat. She kept replaying the memories handing her clothes over to him in that hallway, consigning herself to the deepest humiliation and feeling of powerlessness she had felt in her life. She finally managed to get out a single sentence. "Why are you doing this to me?"

He had maintained a passive, almost condescending expression as she spoke. "That's easy. You're hot, and you're a teacher. You know that pretty much all of your male students want to fuck you, right?"

"Yes, I know that 18 year old's fantasize about fucking their teachers. What most don't do is stalk them on the internet and blackmail them into doing it."

He had a harsher, more predatory expression now. "Well, most teachers didn't whore themselves out on the internet before becoming a teacher." He turned away from her, looking out the window now. "Once a slut, always a slut."

The naked misogyny revolted her but it didn't stop her from recognizing an opportunity. She had been right, this latest ordeal was him lashing out at her for what had happened with his girlfriend.

"I know you're hurting right now, but I want you to think about-"

He cut her off abruptly. "Yeah, yeah. Selling your body is actually empowering or something. If you're gonna talk, lets at least make it worthwhile." With that he yanked his pants down, exposing himself. Heather's eye widened and she froze in place, again replaying what happened last time in her mind. She felt his hands taking her wrist and guiding it on to his cock. As she stroked, he sighed and taunted her further. "You must be down bad to come back for more. Apartment full of cats or something?"

"No. No, you fucking dick. I have a boyfriend."

He laughed gleefully. "That's just perfect. As you might have heard, I was on the other end of a similar situation recently."

She stopped and pulled her hand back. "It's not the same. You forced me into this! Men like you put us in these places and call us sluts for doing what you want us to."

Letting go of her, he paused for a moment. "Maybe so. But I also know that you liked it. A normal person wouldn't have gotten on their knees so quickly. You could have just gotten a new job."

Heather had nothing to say. He was right, and while she found Jonah revolting she couldn't deny that she loved what he did to her in the moment it was happening. She did nothing as he gently reached over and guide her head down to his cock. As she began to choke, the pulled her head up by the hair to give her some relief.

"I know you probably don't believe it, all things considered. But I was good to Grace." Heather was in no position to reply and only sputtered as she tried to adjust herself to a more comfortable position. "All of the time, all of the money, all of the attention. And she still went out of her way to fuck one of my best friends." Still gripping her by her hair, he pulled Heather's face upwards and off his cock. "Have you cheated on your boyfriend? Not counting us, obviously." Still sputtering, Heather could only shake her head. "Huh." He thrust her back down, enjoying the muffled noise of indignation she made this time. "Jesus, careful with the teeth," he chided as she bucked her head back upwards.

Struggling free, Heather retreated back against the door. Considering her options for a moment, she yanked her own pants down and climbed on top of him. It was cramped and awkward, but she felt even hornier than she had last time pressed up against the table. As he tried to open his mouth, she pressed her hand over it. "Just- shut up."

The car shook as she rode him. She came first this time, hating herself for being able to enjoy something as disgusting as this. Without the fear of being discovered that had permeated every second of last time, feelings of guilt came much quicker and she hurriedly pulled her clothes back on. As she reached for the door, she felt Jonah grab her wrist.

Breathing heavily, he rasped out one final demand. "No more ignoring me. When I text you, you respond."

Heather opened the door, letting sunlight spill into the car. Fortunately, the parking lot was mostly empty at this point. "Behave and we'll see."

With that, she was gone. As Jonah watched her walk away, he became aware of a unfamiliar tightness in his gut. He wanted more than to just screw in the back of a car. He wanted her on his arm as he walked through school, in his bed when he went to sleep. He wanted her to be his girlfriend. He thought back to how he felt making her suck on a pen in class earlier and the feeling loosened a little. She'd do almost anything as long as she didn't think they'd get caught. Maybe he just had to be a bit more creative.

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Apologies for the rough state of these stories as far as editing and grammar goes. I tend to just bang these out in one go when I get the motivation, I'll try to be better with broad strokes stuff though. I do plan on making at least a few more of these but can't say when.