**First Day Detention**

I never thought detention would be this fun.

The classroom was empty except for me and Sarah—short, blonde, with those fucking pigtails that drove me crazy. She was the good girl, the one who always raised her hand, always wore her uniform just tight enough to make me think twice. But today? She was late handing in an assignment, and now she was stuck here with me.

I watched her from across the room, pretending to read my book while she scribbled notes, her skirt hiking up just a little when she shifted in her seat. The teacher had stepped out to make copies, leaving us alone.

“You’re staring,” she said, not even looking up.

“Can’t help it,” I smirked. “You look fucking hot in that skirt.”

She finally glanced at me, her cheeks flushing. “You’re such an ass.”

I stood up, walking over to her desk, my cock already getting hard just thinking about what I wanted to do to her. She stiffened as I leaned down, my breath hot against her ear. “You like when I look at you, don’t you?”

She bit her lip, and that was all the answer I needed.

My hand tangled in one of her pigtails, yanking her head back as I crashed my lips onto hers. She gasped into my mouth, but I didn’t give her a chance to pull away. My other hand slid up her thigh, higher, higher, until my fingers brushed against the damp fabric of her panties.

“Fuck,” I groaned, feeling how wet she was already. “You’re soaked.”

She squirmed, but I tightened my grip on her hair. “Stop,” she whispered, but it didn’t sound like she meant it.

“You really want me to stop?” I pressed my thumb against her clit through her panties, rubbing slow circles. Her hips jerked, and a soft whimper escaped her. “Didn’t think so.”

I shoved my hand down her panties, fingers sliding easily through her slick folds. She was so fucking wet, so tight, and when I pushed two fingers inside her, she arched against me with a sharp moan.

“Shhh,” I growled, slipping my fingers in deeper. “You don’t want anyone to hear, do you?”

She shook her head, her breath coming faster as I worked my fingers in and out of her pussy, her hips rocking to meet my thrusts. I could feel her clenching around me, getting closer.

“Not yet,” I muttered, pulling my fingers out despite her whine of protest. I grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet my eyes. “Get under the desk. Now.”

She hesitated for half a second before sliding to her knees, crawling under the table. I unbuckled my jeans, shoving them down just enough to free my cock, already hard and leaking. Without a word, her lips wrapped around me, taking me deep into her throat.

“Fuck, that’s good,” I groaned, gripping her pigtail like a leash as she bobbed her head. Her tongue swirled around my shaft, her lips tight, and I could feel the heat building in my gut. But I wasn’t done with her yet.

I yanked her up, turning her around and bending her over the desk. Her skirt flipped up, her ass bare except for those soaked panties. I pulled them to the side, spit on my fingers, and rubbed them against her tight little hole.

She tensed. “Wait—no—”

I didn’t. I pushed my cock into her pussy in one hard thrust, her body jolting forward with a choked cry. “You’re mine now,” I growled, grabbing her throat with one hand, squeezing just enough to make her gasp. Her cunt clenched around me, so fucking tight, and I started fucking her hard, each slam of my hips driving her into the desk.

“You love this,” I hissed, my grip tightening on her throat as I pounded into her. “You love being my little slut.”

She moaned, her fingers scrambling against the desk, her pussy squeezing me like she never wanted me to leave. I could feel her shaking, her body trying to take every inch I gave her.

“Gonna cum,” I grunted, my balls tightening.

“Inside me,” she begged, her voice ragged.

I fucked her harder, my hand still on her throat, until my cock pulsed deep inside her, filling her up as she shuddered beneath me.

The bell rang.

I pulled out, watching my cum drip down her thighs as she slumped against the desk, breathless.

I leaned down, kissing the side of her neck. “See you tomorrow, Sarah.”

Her quiet whimper was all the answer I needed.