Dominated

Jonah took a deep breath, steadied himself, and entered the classroom. It was empty except for one occupant. Sitting behind her desk, Heather Daniels tried to maintain her composure as she watched her student approached. Before today, she would have had little to say about the senior in her 2nd period advanced calculus class. He was tall and well built, the kind of person who could easily succeed in the social environment of a private school. He was a good enough student to be in an advanced class but didn't apply himself enough to excel in it, so far having a low B. Social, but never overly disruptive. This impression lasted until earlier today, when he had revealed himself as her blackmailer.

Earlier that morning, she had received an anonymous picture texted to her cell phone. It was her profile for an erotic video app belonging to her that she had briefly used in college under a different name. She could hardly keep composure during the day, knowing that a past indiscretion like that could get her fired. The prestigious school she taught at had canned people for less. Having got this job so soon after college with the help of a family friend, it would seriously derail her career to say nothing of what her family would think when it inevitably reached them. It had completely dumbfounded her when Jonah had approached her at the end of class and simply said, "we should go over that picture after class. See you at 4?" He delivered it in a casual tone and winked at her as if it were nothing.

Jonah had been working towards this for the better part of two months. Nobody really knew how much he loved pushing boundaries in what he could get away with like this. Heather had been easy enough to trace through college via social media, and the buried profile had been a nice windfall after some extensive reverse image searching What would the prissy Ms Daniels do to keep that out of the wrong hands?

The conversation started as he had thought. Threats, questions, more threats. He kept calm. "Yes, Ms Daniels, I do know what happens next. I know that if anyone else at this school sees this, your out. I know that just having this video doesn't violate any laws and is at most a code of conduct violation for me." He paused, staring into her eyes as he stood in front of her. She had risen out of her chair and tried to use her usual teacher act to cow him during her outburst. "I also know... that I just turned 18 last week."

The confusion spread across her face. He couldn't be implying...?

Jonah kept he gaze locked with hers, stepping forward now that he had thrown her off balance. "Oh yes. My mind is racing with possibilities here. You have to find some way to reward me for my discretion, and you don't make enough to pay me off..."

Ms Daniels was the kind of teacher that got her students minds racing. Not all that much older than he was, unmarried.

Heather, unable to even meet his eyes anymore, trembled in front of him. He loomed over her, with her forehead at the level of his chin. The humiliation of being at the mercy of a horny teenager had fully set in now, roiling through her stomach.

Gently, he placed his hands on her shoulders. She made herself look him in the eyes, craning her head upwards. His eyes locked with hers, almost sympathetic but more so stern. He had risked it all for this and was going to exact his reward. The pretty young woman who taught him calculus for the last four months was going to get fucked in her own classroom, brining the common schoolboy fantasy into reality.

He drew the process of debasing her out as much as possible at first, savoring the final moments of his conquest. This was far from his first time with a girl, but Heather was different. The alure of a hot teacher to a teenage boy was obvious, but the woman before him would be a catch regardless of the taboo. Only twenty six, she had a focused intensity that captivated others when she spoke. The normal expression of wry confidence being supplanted by a more demure pleading further intoxicated him, etching each moment into memory. She was used to her male students gawking and making the occasional pass at her, always sternly rebutted with a firmness that left no doubt that she wouldn't accept that kind of behavior. Witnessing one of these exchanges had caused him to fantasize about turning that self-assured "don't screw with me" look into a submissive slut's "anything you want."

Pressed up against him now, she felt his erection jabbing against her stomach through his pants. His scent of sweat and cheap deodorant washed over her, bringing back vivid memories of her own time at high school. The wrongness of reliving a sexual experience of her adolescence as a working adult was not lost on her. She was attracted to Jonah, undeniably. And that clash of genuine desire with the humiliation and fear of the consequences left her with an out of body surrealness.

His cock had come free of his jeans and she felt him grasp her wrist and move her open hand onto it. Gripping it, she saw him tense up. Not yet willing to be anything other than the passive recipient of his advances, she just held on. Seeming to lose patients all at once, her more forcefully pressed downwards, easing her into a kneeling position.

She gasped and was only able to utter a indignant "Jonah," before he went inside her mouth. The sight of Heather's hazel eyes staring upwards with her mouth wrapped around the head of his cock was the hottest thing he had ever seen or experienced. Abandoning his earlier desire to tease things out, he flexed his pelvis forward to drive it further in. He watched as her face screwed up and withdrew a little, allowing her to breath. She screwed her eyes shut after some moments, not wanting to see his gleeful expression. Her passivity and apparent disgust only added to his arousal, causing him to burst after only a little over a minute of repeating these motions. His semen spurted onto her lips and hair, one final degradation.

Or so she had thought. As she stood, her again grabbed onto her. She tried defiantly stare him down but immediately remembered that the hot liquid on her face was his semen. He owned her, and she again broke eye contact. More roughly than before, he turned her away from him and yanked her jeans downward. His hand traced along her underwear across her bare ass. Undoubtably still recovering from his outburst, he seemed to decide against anything further at the moment. He let her pull her jeans back up, rebuttoning them. "Lets go for a walk," she heard him rasp out.

She exited the room in front of him, quickly wiping off her face with her sleeve. The bit in her hair couldn't be helped at the moment. It was after hours, meaning the halls were mostly empty. There were, however, some students and faculty around for after school activities. Heather couldn't bear the though of seeing one of her colleagues, knowing that they would notice something off with her. She timidly allowed herself to be lead through the school, feeling his occasionally squeeze her butt. She knew that this semi-public domination of her in the backdrop of their school was probably satiation some kink of his.

Arriving in a hallway towards the back of the school, he brought her to a halt. Grinning, he swung a backpack from his shoulders and unzipped it. Expecting him to pull something out of it, she was confused when he held it out. "Clothes go here."

"Jonah, enough. If someone sees us they'll-"

"They'll see a teacher getting naughty with a student. Hurry up and that might not happen."

Summoning all of her remaining willpower, she checked up and down the hallway. Nobody in sight, no other options. He had her before and he owned her now. She just had to hope that he enjoyed lording it over enough to not let them get caught.

Pulling off her clothes, she held back tears. One by one every piece of clothing except her shoes went into his backpack. She stood naked in the hallway, a sight that would drive any of her numerous male students into a frenzy. She had a slight build but was in good shape, her breasts and butt generously proportioned in relation to her slim frame. Still grinning, he motioned her to go down the hall without him. "Give me a show!"

She walked away from him, timidly looking back over her shoulder. Every inch of her burned and she knew her face was beat red. This was the nightmare of being naked in public brought to reality. Wanting to get it over with, she pressed her palms against a nearby locker and bent over slightly. If the feeling of air on her naked skin was setting it on fire, the sound of a camera shudder doused her in freezing water. Spinning around, she saw him holding up his phone. Something in her simply broke and she lunged towards him. He laughed as she connected him, madly grasping at the phone. Her naked body gyrated over him as they struggled. "You little fucking bastard," she hissed. "Give me the fucking phone NOW." As he grinned at her, holding her off with one arm and holding the phone in the other, they suddenly heard the sound of a door down the hallway. Both freezing, he pulled her into a recess between the nearby lockers and a doorway. They heard footsteps on carpet as someone approached. Chelsea squeezed her eyes shut, resigning to possibility of a colleague come to investigate the noise seeing her stripped naked and pressed up against a student. Mercifully, the footsteps stopped and receded before they got close.

After a minute had passed, Jonah stepped out and looked down the hallway. Seeing nothing, he smiled and said "coast is clear." Heather, still horrified by the though of her pose captured on his phone, tried a new tactic. She met his eyes and straightened up her shoulders. "You need to delete those picture, Jonah. I can't have those floating around." Her voice trembled. He made a sarcastic show of being gravely disappointed. "Ok, deal. But its only fair that I get to replace them."

"Replace them?"

"Yeah, c'mon. You can't make me part with this without giving me something even better." He flashed her his phone screen, showing her posing in front of the lockers. He turned and walked the opposite way from where the person had almost found them. "If it makes you feel better, we'll leave your face out." She had no choice but to hurry after him down the hall.

He lead her up some stairs to the second floor. They cautiously made their way toe the walkways overlooking the main atrium in silence. He held out his phone again, showing him deleting the picture. "Chop chop, Ms Daniels. Lets get this shoot done with." She let him lead her out to the railing overlooking the atrium, placing her hands on it and leaning forward. He stood to the side of her, taking a picture of her side profile framed against the rest of the school. Not a moment to soon, as they saw movement on the first floor. She scampered back as Jonah peered over the edge. He recognized a pair of students ambling towards the exit. "Yo, Annie." He called down. He heard a barely audible gasp from Chelsea who had retreated away from the edge, out of sight. The two girls below looked up.

"Jonah! What are you still doing here?" one of them called up.

"Daniels had me stay for some Calculus makeup," he called back down.

"Oh, is she still in her room? I have some questions!"

"I don't think so, pretty sure I saw her leaving. Maybe you'll find her if you look around."

Annie nodded and walked off with her friend. As Jonah sauntered back towards Heather he was again delighted to see her naked body framed against the hallway. He was equally delighted by her scowl, twisting her pretty angular face. "So funny," she muttered bitterly.

"I crack myself up," he retorted as he ogled her. Having recovered enough for a second round, he grabbed her hand and again pulled her away. This time, he went into a nearby teachers lounge. It was unlocked and empty, consisting of a single couch and wooden table. Considering his options for a moment, he maneuvered her onto the table. Seeing her biting her lip, he leaned down and kissed her. To both of their surprise, she kissed him back. She was disgusted by him and would never forgive this humiliation he was inflicting. Simultaneously, she had just been put through the most erotically charged foreplay she had experienced in her entire life.

As she laid back onto the hard table, he lifted her both her legs upwards. He went inside of her, their bodies finding a push and pull rhythm as she cried out. It was once again a short coupling, only a few minutes long. She came first, followed by him quickly afterwards. He took a series of picture, all up very close to her vagina and breasts. She lied motionless, accepting this as unavoidable.

Standing now, she moved towards his back pack to retrieve her clothes and purse. Gently, he placed his hand on her clavicle to stop her. Past the point of pleading now, she just looked at him. "One last little piece of fun. You only get take one."

Sighing, she accepted this last perverted mandate in stride. She chose her shirt. Slipping it on, it didn't come close to covering her lower parts. He also returned her purse to her. Wordlessly, she turned away and retrieved a paper towel from a nearby dispenser. She hastily cleaned the fluid left by them from the table as best she could. The smell might remain but there was nothing to be done about that. Jonah had left as she cleaned.

Determine not to let it all be in vain, she carefully made her way through the school. She caught glimpses of her own bottomless figure in various polished surfaces as she did so. The biggest challenge would making it to her car outside. Exiting through a less used side door, she was hit with a fresh wave of embarrassment as the sunny afternoon rays shown onto her bare skin. Cars sped down the nearby road and she could only hope none looked at the school to closely. Watching as a car pulled out of the lot, she took her opportunity and ran. Making it to the car, she flung herself in and locked the door. She trembled and tears came to her eyes as she sat, her reprieve broken by her cell phone buzzing in her purse. Retrieving it, she saw a text from a unknown number. "Well done :)". Following this, the picture he had taken of her over the atrium. True to his word this time, the picture cut off at her neckline. One small consolation, as she had no idea how she could face him down in class tomorrow.

Later that night, Lucas discretely removed his trophies from his back pack. Her underwear and jeans were hidden away to be revisited later. The bigger prize was the photos. He had deceived Heather with his show of deleting it, having set his phone up to duplicate each photo to a separate hidden gallery on his phone. He had the one from the hallway as well as another she hadn't known he'd taken. Her eyes had closed during the blowjob and he'd taken the opportunity to take a few close ups. He imagined the reactions these would get if they were sent around on the last day of school this year. A fun thought, but not one he intended on realizing. What they had today was special, a private show that was made better by it being a secret. He did indulge in sending one of the close ups he had taken to a private group chat he was part of with a few classmates. "The sophomore sluts are loose this year" was the caption he ended up settling on, confident that his teacher's pussy wouldn't be identifiable to his colleagues. As he drifted off to sleep, he imagined what the coming year would bring.