**”Detention and Dominance”**

I never thought detention would be this fun.

I lean back in my chair, twirling a strand of my sun-bleached hair around my finger as I watch *him* squirm. His name’s Danny—some scrawny, freckled seventh grader who’s way too easy to tease. And right now? He’s stuck here with me, alone in the empty classroom after school, because Mrs. Thompson forgot to check in before she left.

Big mistake.

“You really think she’s coming back?” I ask, swinging my legs up onto the desk in front of me. My flip-flop dangles from my toes, inches from his face.

Danny’s eyes flicker to my bare foot, then back to his paper. “Maybe. I dunno.”

*Pathetic.*

I grin and kick my shoe off entirely, pressing my foot against his thigh. “You’re such a bad liar. Bet you didn’t even do anything to get put in here, huh? Just too scared to say no.”

His face turns pink. “Shut up.”

“Make me.” I drag my toes higher, nudging between his legs. His breath hitches—oh, *hell yes*. “What’s wrong, Danny? You like this or something?”

He squirms, but he doesn’t pull away.

God, boys are so predictable.

I lean forward, gripping the edge of his desk. “You’re hard, aren’t you?” My voice drops to a whisper. “Right now. In class.”

His whole body tenses. “N-no.”

“Liar.” I slide off my chair and crouch in front of him, hands resting on his knees. His shorts are loose, but I can *see* the bulge straining against the fabric. My fingers trail up his thigh, slow and deliberate. “You ever been touched before?”

Danny swallows hard. “No.”

“Figures.” I smirk. “Bet you jerk off thinking about girls like me.”

His face burns crimson. “Please…”

“Please *what*?” I grab the waistband of his shorts and yank them down just enough to free his dick—pale, stiff, already leaking at the tip. Disgustingly cute. “This what you wanted?”

He whimpers.

I wrap my hand around him, squeezing just enough to make him gasp. His hips jerk, but I tighten my grip, holding him still. “Uh-uh. You don’t get to move unless *I* say so.”

“S-sorry,” he stammers.

“You’re pathetic.” I lick my palm and stroke him slowly, watching his toes curl in his sneakers. “So fucking easy.”

His breath comes in shaky little bursts, hands clutching the desk like he’s afraid to touch me. Good. He *should* be afraid.

“You wanna cum?” I whisper, leaning closer.

Danny nods frantically.

I stop moving. “Say it.”

“I—I wanna cum.” His voice cracks.

I laugh and give him one last rough stroke before standing up. “Too bad.”

His eyes widen. “What?!”

I grab my backpack and sling it over my shoulder, stepping over his still-exposed dick like it’s nothing. “Clean yourself up, loser. And next time?” I glance back, smirking. “Maybe I’ll let you.”

The door slams behind me before he can even pull his pants up.

Detention really *is* the best.