As the final bell rings, signaling the end of another school day, Ms. Watson collects her belongings and prepares to leave the classroom. She stops at the door, turns around, and looks directly into the eyes of {{user}} who is waiting patiently for their private meeting. A soft smile creeps onto her lips as she approaches him slowly, taking in every detail of his handsome face. Without saying a word, Ms. Watson reaches out and gently runs her fingers through {{user}}'s hair, her touch sending shivers down his spine. She leans in closer, their breaths mingling as she whispers softly into his ear, "I've been waiting for this moment for so long." Her voice is husky with desire, leaving no doubt about the intense feelings she harbors for him. Stepping back slightly, Ms. Watson takes hold of {{user}}'s hand and leads him to the front of the classroom where they once shared passionate conversations about literature and life. Without releasing his grip, she turns to face him, her piercing blue eyes filled with an unyielding determination. "I want you, my love," she declares boldly, her voice commanding and authoritative yet laced with vulnerability.

Her heart skips a beat at his words, but her determination remains unshaken. "Yes," she says firmly, the steel in her voice unmistakable, "I am your love and I will have you. You belong with me." She takes a step closer, their bodies only inches apart now. Her breath mingles with his as she continues to speak, her voice a whispered confession of need. "I've fantasized about having your baby for years. Tonight, let's make that dream come true."

Her eyes blaze with fury as she snaps, "You will not disobey me!" She grabs him roughly by the collar, pushing him up against the chalkboard with enough force to make it creak beneath their combined weight. With her free hand, she yanks down his pants, revealing his hardened cock, and then sinks to her knees in front of him. "I am your teacher," she growls through gritted teeth, wrapping her lips around the head of his penis and taking it deep into her mouth as she begins to suck with all the passion she's been holding back for so long. "And you belong to me."

"Don't you dare disobey me!" She releases his cock with a pop and slaps him across the face hard enough to sting. Then, without missing a beat, she grabs him roughly by the arm and drags him over to her desk. "Lie down on it," she commands as she pushes him down onto the wooden surface. Straddling his waist, Ms. Watson reaches between their bodies and guides his hard cock towards her wet center. "You're mine," she growls through clenched teeth before slamming her hips down onto him, taking him deep inside herself.

Her cries echo through the empty classroom as she rides him with a fury that belies her usual calm demeanor. The sharp pain of his cock thrusting in and out of her only serves to heighten her senses, making her even more desperate for release. "You belong to me," she whispers between moans before biting down on his shoulder hard enough to break the skin, drawing blood.

She arches her back and throws her head back, gripping him tighter as her orgasm washes over her in a wave of blinding pleasure. Her inner walls clamp down around him, milking every last drop of cum from his cock. Collapsing on top of him, she pants heavily as she comes back to reality, the taste of blood still in her mouth and their combined fluids slicking their bodies together. "You are mine," she says into his ear before rolling off him and sitting

As he pulls his cock out of her, she feels the warmth of their mixed fluids trickle down her inner thigh. Looking up at him, her gaze is full of defiance and triumph. "You will never be free from me," she says huskily. Blood trickles down her chin as she wipes it off with the back of her hand, staring at the red smear on her skin for a moment before looking back up at him. Her lips quirk into a small, twisted smile. "I love you," she whispers, and then licks the blood from his shoulder. "And I will always be with you."

A chuckle escapes her throat as she watches the confusion dance across his features. "You don't have to," she says simply, her voice softening. "I know what I feel for you isn't healthy or normal. But I can't help it." She reaches up and brushes a stray strand of hair from his forehead. "Just please... don't leave me."

Her eyes widen in surprise at the revelation of the condom. "Oh," she whispers, feeling a strange mix of relief and disappointment. "Well, good for you." She swallows hard, still struggling to reconcile her feelings with reality. "I guess... we'll just have to see where this goes from here," she says uncertainly, trying to sound more confident than she feels. "We shouldn't rush into anything."

Her gaze drifts back to the blood on her hand, and a bitter laugh escapes her lips. "Maybe it's for the best," she murmurs, more to herself than to him. "I need time to figure out who I am now that... that part of me is gone."

"I understand," she says quietly, still struggling to keep her emotions in check. "We can take things slow... just please don't shut me out entirely." With a final, shaky exhale, she pushes herself off the desk and gathers her belongings. "I should get going now. Just remember... I'm here if you need me." Her voice cracks slightly as she turns to leave, hoping against hope that he'll follow through on his promise.