teased me enough

teased me enough

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

our lead male character is the head of a school for troubled girls. he prefers to be referred to as sir, or master, fyi. he has come across a stubborn bratty little minx who pushes all of his buttons the good and the bad. so it is with upmost pleasure and determination that she must be broken, and he is only too ready to take the job on.

Summary

our lead male character is the head of a school for troubled girls. he prefers to be referred to as sir, or master, fyi. he has come across a stubborn bratty little minx who pushes all of his buttons the good and the bad. so it is with upmost pleasure and determination that she must be broken, and he is only too ready to take the job on.

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Submitted: January 28, 2013

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My day as the headmaster at the school for troubled girls, had began as any other. My girls were playing among themselves and it was a peaceful morning. I walked around watching the little clusters of girls while smiling at each of them, and being rewarded with pretty little carefree smiles in return. I stop as I notice a girl all alone in the corner. a tune was being hummed and the window shade had been shut to cause almost darkness. i didnt have to look hard to realize which girl had chose solitude over the chance to play among the others. The colorful haired girl (skye) was playing with her dolls as if she had not a worry in her pretty little head, as i walk up to her looking down, to my mere amusement she looks up at me, shrugs, and goes about her business as if I did not even exist. It smarted my self worth but she would quickly see that I would be acknowledged. so I pick her up by her arms setting her in front of me. A dark frown formed, a crease in pretty little forehead and causing me to grin.

“what do you want?” she asks with the look of disgust upon her scowling face, I could tell this little girl was a very stubborn little brat.

“as your headmaster, i demand your undivided attention, and I also expect a little bit of respect” I said placing my face a mere two inches from her, holding her arms tightly leaving her no chance to turn away.

“Whatever.” She replied, with utter disdain.

I shook her twice causing her to snap to attention. “ The proper response is yes sir, or yes headmaster.” I demanded and then adding with a grin, “or even simply master.” She frowns and lets out a gasp just as the room becomes silent. as i look around i notice that we had gained all of the other girls attention and they were looking at her as if she had gone daft. Let them look, I thought to myself, they needed to see she was no better then they were, and she would stop acting as such. Obviously she noticed the audience as well because with a look of defeat, and a smug grin, she replies, “yes sir.” drawing out the “sir” part. She was not very happy, but I release her, for now. She would learn some manners soon enough. She staggers back and flounces off in the opposite direction, bending over and grabbing her dolls. I bite my lip as I catch a glimpse of her white cotton panties, on her well rounded rear end. “What a bratty little tease.” I say to myself.

I look down feeling the sleeve of my arm being pulled on. “Daddy, why is she soo weird?” Natasha asks looking up at me, with her pretty pert mouth, and well trained submissiveness. “I am not sure, my pet.” I reply as I rub her head, smiling as she leans into my embrace. I walk off leaving her to her toys and to giggle with the other girls.

Skye, had gotten to me. The rest of the girls had learned their place at my feet, and enjoyed my touch. They craved my attention. Sometimes even fighting for it. I had to admit, their begging me to hold them,  and rubbing against me for some form of contact had its vast appeal, but I wanted this little tease of a brat begging worse. She was under my skin.

The next few days she avoided me, but it was convenient that every time I would walk up on her, she would be bending over, sucking her thumb, or getting dressed. It was as if she was taunting me, I would walk up on her, and she would look up at me, with disdain, smirk, and run off in the other direction. My blood was getting hot, but she had given me no apparent reason to punish her yet.

One particular night after all of the girls had gathered in the t.v. room to watch the Easter pageant on the projector I noticed Skye’s absence, and I became slightly concerned, afraid she might have slipped out of the front door and some harm would come to her. I begin searching the halls, into every room, in every closet and just as I was about to call in the other counselors I hear the shower water running. So I walk into the shower and stop dead in my tracks, feeling as if my stomach had dropped.

The water is cascading down one of the most beautiful bodies I had ever seen. Dark creamy skin, firm round backside, thick thighs and dainty little feet. She was facing the opposite direction leaning against the wall, and for that I was grateful, my knees already felt as if they could buckle. I tried to tear my gaze away, now that I knew she was safe and I had caused an uncomfortable strain in the front of my pants. I shake my head as I turn around to leave. “Girl doesn’t even have to try and she has me acting as if I have no control.” Feeling kind of angered by this, I stroll down the hall way, but stop as a noise catches my ear. It’s almost too quiet to hear but It causes me to turn around none the less.

The girl is no longer standing but is on her knees sobbing and As I walk towards her she hears my footsteps and jerks her face in my direction. The emotions that cross over her face hits me hard. Loss, loneliness, despair, fear, stubbornness and if I wasn’t mistaken desire quickly flashes through her eyes as well but she quickly replaces it once more with confusion, modesty, and her ever famous stubbornness. She covers her breasts and looks up at me almost vehemently. “what do you want.?” She spits causing me to growl.

I jerk her wet body up and against mine, ignoring the dampness of my clothes. “I came looking for you, actually a little concerned but only because I had forgotten what a little spitfire you are.” I growl grabbing her chin to make her look up into my eyes, despite her slight struggle.

“I don’t need you looking after me, headmaster, but thanks for the concern.” She replies almost seeming bitter. She struggles against me more and then stops just as quickly when she notices my hardening cock pushing into her hip at every jerk and pull. She looks down with disgust and then back at me with a most becoming blush rising up her skin. “hmpf.” She grumbles.

“What’s wrong my little wild cat? If you weren’t so hell bent on fighting my embrace you would’ve noticed the state your half naked body was placing me in.” I grin down at her. Grabbing her chin once again and forcing her to look into my eyes. She looks up at me and just as I think she will turn away she stares up as if she is seeing me for the first time, and the effect is too much to resist and I lean in for a kiss, but making the mistake to rub my hand along her neck sweetly. She jerks away and backs against the wall.

“I don’t want your affections, your highness. Go play with your other little toys.” She spits and I smile hoping that I sense a little bit of jealousy, albeit well disguised. But I do not wish her to keep disrespecting me so adamantly and I can not allow her the control.

I walk up to her and grab her by her arms jerking her back flush against my already wet clothes. “That may be so, but I do not wish to play tonight, I want your attention.” She jerks even more. Causing her face to come within a breathes length away from mine and I take the chance to steal a kiss, hardening once again as she freezes, and leans into my embrace. The kiss begins bitter and I can taste her blood and tears in the passion of our mouths. Her small whimpers were beginning to sound less like anger and more like whimpers of desire.

Then it’s as if she realizes her mistake because begins her fight anew. I almost let go, but her firm nipples press against the damp thin material of my shirt and for the first time I see the fire burning into her brown almond eyes. I wrap my hand into her hair and jerk more firmly, as I break off the kiss to whisper in her ears “I will not let you go.” She melts and leans fully into me hitting her knees before me and looking up with a plea in her eyes. Without any words needed I lean down into her and lay against her body, exploring her mesmerizing curves.

Her moans echoing against the stone walls sound like passionate bliss to my ears. As I nibble on her beautifully taught nipples i growl, causing her to arch her back and her small fingers slide down to my pants unbuttoning them quickly as if by magic and i smile at her eagerness. Even though I could sense a slight nervousness as well, she was unmerciful in her quest and I am moved as I gaze down at her beauty. her innocent passionate hunger is stunning and her damp tense body is even more breathtaking as She wiggles beneath me my pants and boxers seem to evaporate, leaving our naked bodies pressed into one another on the wet shower flower, water still falling around us. And I use her passion drowned senses to bring her to a boil, waiting for the time to be just right before I join our bodies.

“mmmm.” She purrs into my ear and I can feel her dampness as I slide my finger deep into her hot flesh. “oh jesus.” She is almost trembling more feverishly below me and I know that now is the time, but I can’t let her off so easily, so I lean down closer to her ear.

“Ask me for it, my pet, beg me for what you need.” I whisper into her ear, controlling my urge just to slam into her heat.

She looks up and bites her lip, the need is so apparent I could taste it in her moans. She looks as if she wants to fight it, she doesn’t want to give in. she doesn’t want to beg me for anything, but the passion is becoming to much for her to bear, and almost too much for me. I rub her clit faster, nibbling on her ear lobe. “come on kitten, you want to purr for me, don’t you?” she nods up to me and whimpers.

“yes. Yes, please. Please masterrrrr.” and i shake my head. she looks up at me, biting her lip even more, knowing what she must do. "please fuck me, master, please make me yours. claim me." She pleas and that is all it takes. I jerk her thighs apart, seeking her warmth and slide deep into her tight wet pussy almost spilling immediately. She moans and grabs onto me for dear life. And it’s as if she is overwhelmed. she begins to moan, and rock beneath me screaming out uncontrollably and I feel the spasms building in her pussy walls. She digs her nails into my back and screams out as I feel her orgasm unto my cock and i growl possessively. But as soon as she orgasms it’s as if the realization of what she has done dawns on her. She pushes out from under me and stands up on shaky knees.

“I ddddont beg anyone for anything.” She growls and runs down the hall towards the sleeping quarters completely unclothed.

I was in no mood to follow her. Feeling very unsatisfied, quite angry, and a little confused as i sit there for a moment in the quiet of the shower. My thoughts a jumbled mess, and the scratch marks on my back a painful reminder of the little vixen who had gotten what she wanted like a true seductress and then ran off, no more then a frightened fawn.

The sound of clothes hitting the floor catches my attention as an undressed Natasha grins down at me awaiting my acceptance. I pull her unto my lap and slide her unto my recently hardened cock without another word. She whimpers as I slam into her tight hungry pussy, relieving my frusturation, kissing her roughly, still bitter from a few minutes before, but she is a jewel, because the harder I fuck the more she screams out for more.


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