**”Detention Domination”**

Ash never thought he’d be the kind of guy to get detention. Straight-laced, honor student, all that shit. But here he was, stuck after school because of some bullshit tardy policy, and the only other person in the room was *her*.

Lena Martinez. Senior. Queen Bee. And, as of right now, smirking at him from across the classroom like she’d just won the lottery.

“Aw, poor Ash,” she cooed, twirling a pen between her fingers. “All that golden-boy rep going down the drain just ‘cause you couldn’t make it to homeroom on time?”

He rolled his eyes, slouching in his seat. “Whatever. It’s one detention.”

She didn’t answer, just stood up and sauntered toward him, hips swaying. The click of her boots on the linoleum made his pulse jump. Up close, she smelled like vanilla and something dangerous. “You know,” she murmured, leaning over his desk, “I’ve been thinking. You’ve got *everyone* fooled with that ‘good boy’ act. But I bet you’re not so perfect under all that, are you?”

Ash swallowed hard. Fuck. She was *way* too close, her tits nearly spilling out of her tight blouse right in his face. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Lena grinned and pulled something from her bag—rope. Dark, thick, and *definitely* not school-supply-appropriate.

“It means,” she said, trailing a finger down his chest, “I know you’ve been eye-fucking me since sophomore year. And I think it’s time you *earned* that attention.”

Before he could react, she yanked him out of his chair, shoving him back against the teacher’s desk. His dick was already hard, pressing against his jeans.

“W-wait—”

“Nope.” She pushed him down, straddling his lap with her thighs squeezing his hips. “You don’t get to talk.”

The rope bit into his wrists as she tied them tight behind his back, forcing his chest forward. Her fingers worked fast, practiced. Ash gasped as she leaned in, her lips brushing his ear.

“You want to be famous, Ash?” she whispered. “Well, tonight, *I’m* the only one who gets to see you like this.”

Her hand slid down his stomach, fingers popping the button of his jeans open with a snap. He groaned as she jerked the zipper down, freeing his cock—already leaking, thick and flushed against his stomach.

“Fuck, you’re *desperate*,” she teased, wrapping her fingers around him and stroking slow. “Bet you’ve jerked off thinking about me, huh?”

Ash bit his lip, hips jerking into her touch. “Y-yeah…”

Lena smirked. “Good.”

She shoved his jeans down to his knees, then stood up, stepping back just enough to peel off her skirt. No panties. Just smooth, bare skin and her pussy *right there*, wet and glistening. Ash’s mouth watered.

“Lick,” she ordered, climbing back onto the desk and dragging his face between her thighs.

He didn’t hesitate. His tongue swiped up her slit, hot and eager, and she moaned, fingers tangling in his hair. “Fuck, *yes*—just like that.”

Ash ate her out like he was starving, tongue circling her clit, lips sucking, his nose pressing into her as she rocked against his mouth. Her thighs trembled, her moans getting louder, and when she came, she *pulled* his hair hard enough to make him groan.

Then she slid down, knees hitting the floor, and took his cock in her mouth with one long, slow suck.

“Oh *shit*—” Ash bucked, but she pinned his hips down, swallowing him deeper, her tongue flicking under the head before she pulled off with a *pop*.

“You don’t get to fuck my mouth,” she murmured, standing again. “You get to fuck *me*—when *I* say so.”

She turned around, bending over the desk, her ass right in front of him. “Untie me,” he begged, voice rough. Lena just laughed.

“Nope.” She reached back, spreading herself open, her pussy dripping. “You’re gonna stand up, shuffle your stupid jeans off, and fuck me just like this—hands tied, no control. Got it?”

Ash groaned, but he obeyed, kicking his jeans off and stepping up behind her, his cock throbbing. She was *so* wet, and when he pressed the head against her, she pushed back, taking him in one smooth slide.

“*Fuck!*” He threw his head back, hips slamming forward, buried to the hilt. Lena arched under him, panting.

“Yeah, that’s it—use me, Ash,” she taunted, even though *she* was the one in charge. He fucked her hard, fast, the desk creaking under them, skin slapping. His balls tightened, heat coiling in his gut.

“Lena, I’m gonna—”

“*Come.*”

He exploded, hips jerking as he filled her, his knees nearly giving out. Lena moaned, grinding back on him, milking every last drop.

When he finally slumped forward, breathless, she just chuckled and reached back to untie him.

“Alright, golden boy,” she purred, patting his cheek. “Now *that’s* how you earn your reputation.”

Ash could only laugh, still dizzy, as she straightened her skirt and walked out—leaving him there, wrecked, and *so* fucking addicted.