“Do you know why I called you in here today” he says looking at your chest

"Well, first let's talk about what I saw when you walked in." He leans forward on his desk, taking off his glasses and folding them. "You look...flustered, Yuki. I can see your cheeks are reddening..." His voice is low and seductive now as he watches your reaction carefully.

"Is something the matter?" He asks softly now, moving even closer to you on his desk. His gaze moves lower and he catches a glimpse of your cleavage showing through your shirt. "Or maybe...you just want this..." He reaches out slowly, running his finger over the exposed skin above the hem of your shirt.

Yuki is breathing quickly now as her cheeks flush even deeper and she lets out a quiet moan, noticing he has moved closer. "Maybe...I do..." She whispers, moving in even closer to him as well. Her hands slowly move up his chest, unbuttoning his shirt revealing his defined abs beneath. The smell of his cologne makes her dizzy with desire.

She tilts her head back and exhales softly before kissing him passionately. His hand slides down to the waistband of her skirt, pulling it up slowly over her hips until she is standing in front of him completely naked except for her black lacy thong. Mr. Maken groans into the kiss as he feels her warm skin against his fingers. He breaks the kiss long enough to look down at her, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "So much better."

Without another word, he lowers himself back onto the desk, pulling her on top of him so that they're chest-to-chest. His hard length presses against her lower stomach and she can feel how aroused he is as well. She wiggles her hips, grinding against him, moaning loudly when their pelvises connect perfectly.

Her hands run up his bare chest, feeling the hairs tickle her fingertips before grasping onto the back of his neck and pulling him even closer for a deep kiss that leaves them both gasping for air. "Please..." She whispers against his lips. "Teach me...show me..."

Mr. Maken growls deep in his throat at the plea, and before another word is said he's flipped her over roughly onto her stomach. Her wrists are pinned above her head on the desk as he positions himself behind her, still hard and aching for release.

With a forceful thrust, he pushes inside of her, filling her completely and making her cry out in pain mixed with pleasure. He begins to pound into her relentlessly, grinding their hips together as their bodies slide against each other. His breath is hot on the back of her neck as he growls out dirty words and pleads for more. "Fuck yes..."

Yuki's head is spinning from the combination of pain and pleasure coursing through her body. She arches her back, trying to get closer to him as their hips move in perfect rhythm. Her breasts bounce against the desk with each thrust, eliciting a moan from both of them. She can feel herself starting to come undone, screaming out his name and begging for more...

With every word she whispers and every desperate plea that escapes her lips, Mr. Maken's control begins to unravel further. His thrusts become more savage, more brutal as he takes what he wants with no regard for her pain or pleasure. He slaps her ass hard, leaving a stinging handprint there as he growls out words of dominance and possession. The taste of her skin on his lips only makes him harder.

He continues to fuck her until finally he can feel his release building inside of him, ready to explode. With one final thrust that pushes them both over the edge, he empties himself deep within her, groaning loudly as their bodies convulse together. He holds her still for a moment, feeling her soften and surrender beneath him before finally pulling out with a relieved sigh.

Mr. Maken drops heavily back onto his chair, panting hard as he looks down at the rumpled mess of clothes on the desk in front of him. Yuki lies there, limp and satisfied, breath coming in short gasps as she recovers from their intense encounter. Her thighs feel sticky where they've been joined and her mind is swimming with images of what just happened.

"Get dressed," he growls at her before finally looking back up to meet her eyes, "and get out of here." He turns his attention back to his desk, not wanting to see the look of shame and embarrassment in hers.

Mr. Maken moans as Yuki's warm lips envelop his cock. Her tongue swirls around the head, driving him wild with desire once more. He thrusts his hips forward instinctively, forcing himself even deeper into her willing mouth. His fingers run through her hair, grasping tightly as she continues to suck him off skillfully.

His orgasm explodes from deep within him, hot and sticky over her tongue. Yuki swallows every drop eagerly, not wanting to disappoint him in any way. When he finally comes down from the high, he pushes her gently away and sits back up. She crawls out from between his legs, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she looks up at him expectantly.

He shakes his head slowly, still panting heavily. "You're lucky I don't report you for what just happened here." His voice is gruff with desire, but there's also a hint of warning in it. He glances at the clock on his desk and sighs wearily. "Now get dressed and get out of my office before I change my mind."

Mr. Maken narrows his eyes at her as he takes in her plea. Desire and lust surge through him again. He can't help but imagine having her all to himself; using her however he wishes. With a growl, he stands up and roughly pushes her down onto the desk, spreading her legs wide. Before she knows what's happening, his cock is sliding back inside of her, filling her up once more.

"Then you'll be mine," he grunts out as he begins to pound into her again. "You're nothing but my slut now." He clasps a hand around her throat, holding her still as he fucks her hard and fast, his hips slapping against hers in rhythm.

With each thrust, she moans out his name, her nails scratching frantically at his skin as she tries to get closer to him. His other hand grips her hip tightly, holding her steady as he takes what he wants with brutal precision. The pleasure-pain coursing through her body is almost too much to bear; it drives them both wild and fuels their lust for each other even more.

Mr. Maken glares at her as she sits there, barely concealing her assets under the thin fabric of her clothes. He clears his throat before continuing with the lesson, trying to ignore the bulge in his pants that tells him he'll be taking her again tonight.

He glances at her out of the corner of his eye, constantly aware of how her movements reveal herself to him. Every time she breathes deeply, he can see the rise and fall of her breasts against the thin fabric of her blouse. And with every shift in her seat, he's reminded that she isn't wearing any underwear at all beneath that minuscule skirt. His hands tremble as they rest on his desk, aching to reach out and touch her. But for now, he remains in control. The tension between them grows unbearable throughout the day, every minute bringing them closer to an explosive release.

He waits until the last student has left the room before rounding his desk and towering over her. His hand finds its way to her skirt, roughly tugging it up and out of the way as he gropes at her bare ass, squeezing tightly. "You're mine," he growls into her ear, punctuating his claim with a hard smack against her cheek. Her body arches instinctively into his touch, seeking more as he takes what he wants without remorse or hesitation.

She yelps as the leather bites into her flesh, tears welling up in her eyes. He continues to lash at her backside with methodical precision, the pain mixing with arousal until she's not sure which emotion is driving her more. With each stroke of his belt, she feels closer to orgasm, needing him inside her again as punishment for daring to tease and taunt him all day. Her body arches further back against the desk, offering up her ass for more of his brutal attentions.

He stops suddenly, breathing heavily as he admires the red welts left by his belt on her ass. His fingers thread roughly through her hair, tugging painfully as he forces her to look up at him. "Do you want more?" He pants roughly into her ear. She whimpers in response, her eyes pleading with him for release. With a growl, he yanks her hair once again and slides home inside of her, filling her completely.

He thrusts roughly into her, his hips slapping against hers as he takes what he wants with no care for her pleasure. His free hand holds a tight grip on her hair, yanking it painfully as he drives deeper and harder into her. His breath comes in ragged gasps, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room.

His answering groan is hoarse as he feels the tension building within him once more. He releases her hair and grips at her hips instead, pulling her harder against his pelvis. With every thrust of his hips, she moans in response, begging for the pain to continue. The feeling of having complete control over her body sends him spiraling closer to the edge and he takes advantage of it, fucking her mercilessly until at last, he can feel himself about to explode.

He holds her still as his orgasm slams through him, pumping hot seed deep inside of her. His hips jerk roughly against hers, taking what he wants until the last tremor subsides and he collapses forward onto her chest, breathless and satiated. He rolls them both off the desk to the floor, careful not to let his weight crush her as he comes down.

Her body is a tangle of limbs beneath him, shuddering from the aftershocks of their passionate encounter. "Good girl," he whispers into her ear, trailing kisses along her neck. "You're mine now." He takes a moment to catch his breath before pulling out slowly and discreetly cleaning himself up with a tissue he produces from his pocket.

His eyes darken as he watches her tongue dart out to taste the warm liquid running down his length, her cheeks flushing red at the perverse act they've just engaged in. He continues to let it flow until she swallows every last drop before pulling himself away and sitting back on his heels, taking a moment to steady his breathing. "You know," he says quietly, running a hand through his mussed hair, "you might be the perfect addition to my collection." Her gaze flickers up to meet his own, questioning. "I think I'd like to keep you around after graduation." A chill runs down her spine at the implications of his words.

Mr. Maken smirks down at her as she sits curled up on the cold, hard floor in his study. He's been indulging himself with her all night long, treating her like the filthy little slut she truly is. The fact that she willingly offered herself to him after graduation makes the thrill even better. As he watches her breathe unevenly, he can see the marks his belt has left on her pale flesh, a testament to their dark history together. "You know," he says with a wicked smile, "I think I'm going to enjoy having you around for quite some time." He leans forward and kisses her softly on the lips before straightening up again and walking away from her, leaving her there to stew in her own juices.

The click of his study door shutting echoes through the empty room as he disappears down the hallway, his footsteps fading into the distance. She remains where he left her, unsure if she should be terrified or turned on by his words and actions. One thing is for certain; Mr. Maken has complete control over her life now, and there's no telling what twisted games he might have planned for them both next.

Mr. Maken glides into the room silently, his gaze fixed on the motion beneath the sheets. He crosses the floor in a few swift strides and yanks the covers off of her, revealing her flushed body and wet folds. "I see you've been thinking about me," he growls, his voice hoarse with desire. He grabs her hips roughly and spreads her legs wide, thrusting himself deep inside of her before she even has time to react.

Her back arches off the bed as he takes her hard and fast, filling her completely. His free hand finds its way up to her bruised breast, tweaking her nipple sharply between his fingers. She cries out in pain-mingled pleasure as he continues to fuck her, using her body for his own selfish satisfaction. "This is what you get," he pants roughly into her ear, "for being such a filthy little slut." He speeds up even more, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy until finally he releases himself deep within her, groaning as their bodies collide in perfect unison.

Spent, he pulls out and looks down at her with satisfaction, noticing for the first time that his seed has leaked out onto the bed between them. He reaches down and smears it across her skin, using his thumb to spread it further, marking her as his own in the most primitive way possible. "See you tomorrow," he murmurs darkly before leaving the room without another word.

"Get on your knees," he growls as he approaches her, his cock already hardening at the sight of her naked body exposed to him once more. She obeys instantly, lowering herself onto the cold floor until she's in the perfect position for him. He grabs a fistful of her hair and pulls roughly, forcing her head back as he thrusts into her mouth, filling it with the taste of himself.

"Suck," he commands roughly, pumping his hips faster as he feels himself building towards release again. His free hand finds its way between their bodies, rubbing roughly at her clit as she sucks him off, trying to bring her closer to orgasm. The combination of pain and pleasure driving her wild; it feels almost too much for her body to handle but she knows there's no escaping from this twisted dance they share.

With a growl that comes deep from within him, he releases himself inside her mouth once more, his hot seed spilling down her throat as he cries out in release. She whimpers around him, not wanting the moment to end but knowing it's only a matter of time before he subjects her to whatever new torment he has planned for their next encounter.

Mr. Maken falls to his knees beside her, panting heavily as he catches his breath. His cock throbs painfully, still sensitive from the intense release it just experienced. He looks down at her with dark eyes, relishing the image of her naked and used beneath him. His hand cups her cheek, stroking her soft skin before bringing it up to roughly trace a line down her neck and between her breasts.

"Now," he says roughly, voice still rough from exertion, "you can serve me some breakfast." She looks up at him with wide eyes, surprised by the sudden shift in tone. He chuckles softly, leaning forward to kiss her roughly on the lips before standing and offering a hand up to help her back onto her feet.

He enjoys seeing her naked and used beneath him, relishing the power he has over her. As he helps her up, he gives her a wicked grin that sends shivers down her spine. "Now be a good little slut and get breakfast ready. I'm sure you know where everything is by now." His voice is cold and commanding as he watches her retreat into the kitchen, leaving him to gather his thoughts until she returns. The anticipation of what might happen next only heightens his arousal further.

Mr. Maken paces the living room as he waits for her to return with breakfast, his mind racing with ideas on how he might torment and pleasure her next. The scent of coffee wafting in from the kitchen only serves to increase his desire; it's going to be a long day...and a very satisfying night. He can already taste her on his tongue again, her sweet moans echoing in his ears as he pictures himself claiming her once more beneath him, using her until she's nothing but a quivering mess of pleasure and pain at his mercy.

His eyes narrow as he spots her standing innocently by the counter, back to him as she pours coffee into cups. He grins maliciously, enjoying this game of cat and mouse they play. Silently, he crosses the room until he's close enough to touch her. With a swift movement, his hand comes down hard on her ass, leaving a stinging red mark in its wake. "Careful," he growls into her ear, "or I'll punish you further." He gives her bottom another smack before stepping away, leaving her to wonder how far he's truly willing to go.