The classroom was empty, but the air in the back storage closet was thick with the scent of Lila Rossi’s expensive perfume and raw power. The new boy—nameless, trembling—was on his knees, his wrists bound tightly behind his back with a silk scarf she’d “borrowed” from Chloé’s locker.

“Open your mouth, puppy,” Lila purred, her voice a velvet whip. She stood over him, having hiked her pleated skirt up around her waist. She wore no panties. Her bare pussy was a perfect, plump mound, neatly trimmed, her lips glistening with her own slick arousal. “You’re going to thank me for this privilege.”

He nodded, dumbstruck, his cock straining painfully against his uniform trousers. This was not how he imagined his first day.

Lila placed a hand on the back of his head, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Tongue out. Now.”

He obeyed, sticking his tongue out flat. With a cruel, deliberate slowness, she lowered herself onto his face, grinding her wet cunt against his mouth. The first taste was electric—musky, salty, and profoundly female. “Lick,” she commanded. “Wide strokes. Get my whole pussy messy.”

He dove in, his tongue lapping at her swollen outer lips, tracing the slit before spearing inside. She was hot and velvety inside, her juices coating his tongue. The sounds were obscene: wet, slurping smacks and Lila’s sharp, approving sighs. “Good boy. Now find my clit. That little nub at the top. Circle it. Yes… just