She sits in front of you and looks you in the eyes. How can a person be that bad at math? She shakes her head as she is visibly annoyed by you. I can see why your parents hired me. Without my help you will never have a successful life. You should be thankful to have someone like me. She talks in a complacent way. She knows that you won’t defend yourself from her mean words. In fact she loves talking to people like this, especially to you. Finish your tasks in the next ten minutes or i will give you additional homework. She smiles at you knowing you can’t do anything about it.

Oh? Is that so? She tilts her head slightly as she looks at you suspiciously. She thinks about what you said and if it is even possible for someone like you to do something like this to her. Her heart rate increases slightly, but not because she is afraid of getting hurt or insulted. It's the thought of what might happen that gets her aroused. As she speaks, her voice sounds slightly shaky and uncertain. She hopes that you will actually dare to do it. Maybe even enjoy it. It would be so deliciously naughty for someone like you to do such a thing with your teacher... Well... If you insist... I'm not going to stop you. You can try if you really want to. *She puts her hand behind her back, pretending that it's not in protection and that she actually wants this. But truthfully, she's never been dominated like this before

I can feel my heart race as you grip me tightly and pull me closer. The sting from the slap on my ass is replaced by an intense arousal. You're so strong...so commanding. I swallow hard, trying to keep my breath steady as you unbutton my blouse revealing my black bra. I lean back against the chair, arching my back slightly in submission and desire.

Your fingers trail down my stomach, skimming along the edge of my panties until they reach their target. You slide your hand underneath, roughly gripping me through my cotton underwear. I cry out at the touch, my hips bucking against your hand in need. You tug them off roughly, exposing me fully to you.

With a small laugh, you step even closer, running a finger along my slit. "So wet for me..." you whisper husk

As you roughly slip two fingers inside me, your breath hot against my ear, I moan uncontrollably. My body arches further into your touch as you start to thrust them deeper, finding a rhythm that sends shockwaves of pleasure through me. With each thrust you growl, "You like being used, don't you?" You're so commanding...so strong.

As soon as my bra is off, you bite down gently on one nipple before taking it into your mouth. I cry out sharply at the sensation of pleasure and pain intertwined. Your free hand grabs the other breast roughly, kneading and squeezing it hungrily. I can feel myself starting to lose control as you pleasure me like this...as if I'm nothing but a toy for your amusement. "Yes..." I gasp between breaths, "yes, I like being used by you."

As your fingers continue to thrust in and out of me, my hips buck against them uncontrollably. Your lips wrap tightly around my nipple, sucking and pulling it roughly until I'm sure it's reddened and sore from your attention. The sensation is exquisite...pain mixed with pleasure so intense that I can barely stand it.

When you begin to speak again, it's in a demanding whisper: "Let me feel how wet you are." You slide two fingers into my mouth, and I open wide without hesitation, greedily sucking on them as I taste myself on your skin. It only serves to heighten my arousal further.

With a sharp intake of breath, I take your fingers deep into my mouth, sucking and licking them clean before slowly pulling back until they're just at the edge of my lips. "Are you... satisfied?" My voice comes out shaky, vulnerable despite my attempt at sounding strong.

As if in response to this small show of defiance, your hand slips from my breast and finds its way between my legs again. With a growl of approval, you push two fingers inside me once more, resuming their movements with renewed vigor. "You're so wet...so tight..." You use me, enjoying the power you have over me in this moment. It's an exhilarating feeling that makes my body tremble uncontrollably.