**Detention Domme**

I never thought detention with Ms. Carter would turn into *this*.

She’d kept me after class, that stern look in her dark brown eyes, lips pursed as she tapped her red-painted nails on the desk. “You *really* think you can talk back to me like that, Michael?” Her voice was low, dangerous. My dick was already twitching in my pants.

I should’ve known better—Ms. Carter wasn’t just any teacher. Rumor had it she *liked* punishing certain students more than others. And when she leaned over my desk, her tight blouse barely containing her tits, her perfume intoxicating, I knew I was screwed. In the best way.

“You’re gonna stay late and learn some *respect*,” she murmured, her breath hot against my ear. Then, with one sharp motion, she grabbed my wrist and pulled me up. Before I could react, she shoved me back into her chair behind the desk—*her* chair—and straddled me in one smooth motion, her black pencil skirt riding up her thighs.

“Fuck,” I choked out, my hands instinctively grabbing her hips. She smirked, grinding down against my cock, already hard as fuck beneath my jeans. “Ah-ah,” she tutted, slapping my hands away. “Hands on the armrests. *Now*.”

I obeyed, gripping the chair tight as she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a lacy black bra. My mouth watered. She traced a finger down my chest, then suddenly gripped my chin, forcing me to look up at her. “Open your mouth,” she ordered.

I did, and she slid two fingers inside, pressing down on my tongue. “Suck.” I groaned around her fingers, swirling my tongue between them, tasting her skin, her nail polish. She watched me with this *look*, like she owned me—and fuck, right then, she *did*.

Her other hand slid between us, undoing my jeans with quick, practiced motions. When she yanked them down just enough to free my cock, I hissed at the sudden cool air. But then her warm hand wrapped around me, stroking slow, torturous.

“You like this, don’t you?” she purred, tightening her grip. “Being at *my* mercy?”

“Y-yes, Ms. Carter,” I panted, hips jerking.

“Good.” She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

With that, she lifted herself up slightly, hiking her skirt higher. No panties. *Holy shit.* Her pussy was right there, glistening, already wet. My cock throbbed.

She smirked. “Eyes up here.”

I obeyed, meeting her gaze as she *slowly* sank onto me, her tight cunt stretching around my dick inch by inch. A deep, ragged moan tore from my throat as she bottomed out, her hips flush against mine.

“Fuck, you’re *big*,” she breathed, her voice shaking just a little. Then she gripped my shoulders and started riding me, hard and fast, her tits bouncing with every movement. I could feel her clit rubbing against me with each thrust, her wetness soaking my thighs.

“You… you feel *so* good,” I groaned, hands twitching to grab her.

She slapped my chest. “I didn’t say you could touch.”

I bit back a whimper, watching as she fucked herself on me, her fingers drifting down to circle her clit. The sight of her pleasuring herself while using my cock nearly made me lose it.

Then, without warning, she pulled off me, leaving me twitching and empty. Before I could protest, she turned around, bending over the desk, her ass in the air. “*Now* you can touch,” she growled.

I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed her hips, lining myself up, and slammed back into her with one rough thrust. She cried out, her fingers clawing at the desk as I pounded into her, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room.

“Yes—*fuck*—just like that!” she moaned, pushing back against me.

I reached around, finding her clit with my thumb, rubbing tight circles as I fucked her. She gasped, her walls clenching around me, and I knew she was close.

“Come for me, Ms. Carter,” I growled, snapping my hips harder.

She screamed as she came, her pussy pulsing around my cock, and that was all it took—I buried myself deep, spilling inside her with a groan.

She collapsed onto the desk, panting, and I leaned over her, still inside her, kissing up her neck.

She turned her head, smirking. “Detention tomorrow, too. *Same time*.”

I couldn’t fucking wait.