**Bound in Detention**

I never thought detention would be this hot.

It was just me and Sarah, stuck in that empty classroom after everyone else had bailed early. She sat across from me, her knee bouncing under the desk, her skirt riding up just enough to show a sliver of thigh. I’d noticed her before—every guy in class had—with her messy blonde ponytail and that smirk that always made me wonder what she was thinking.

“Bored yet?” she asked, spinning a pen between her fingers.

I shrugged. “More than bored.”

She leaned forward, dropping her voice. “Wanna make it interesting?”

Before I could answer, she reached into her bag and pulled out a silky black scarf. My pulse jumped.

“Trust me?” Her grin was wicked.

Fuck yes, I did.

I nodded, and she moved behind me, pressing her tits against my back as she tied the scarf around my wrists, securing them to the chair. Her fingers brushed my skin, slow and teasing, and I felt my cock stiffen instantly.

“That’s better,” she murmured in my ear, her breath hot. “Now you’re not going anywhere.”

She stepped around to face me, her skirt hiked up even higher, showing the edge of her panties—black lace, barely covering her pussy. My mouth watered. She straddled my lap, grinding down on my trapped hardness, and I groaned.

“Someone’s eager,” she teased, rocking her hips in slow circles. I could feel the heat of her through my jeans, the dampness already seeping through her panties.

“Fuck, Sarah—”

She silenced me with a kiss, her tongue sliding into my mouth as she reached between us, unzipping my pants. Her fingers wrapped around my cock, stroking me hard and fast. I jerked against the restraints, desperate to touch her back.

“You wanna feel me?” she whispered.

“God, yes—”

She tugged her panties aside, and in one smooth motion, she sank down onto me, tight and wet and so fucking warm I almost came right then. She gasped, arching her back, her nails digging into my shoulders as she took me all the way.

“Fuck, you’re big,” she moaned, rolling her hips.

I could only watch, helpless, as she rode me, her pussy squeezing my cock with every bounce. The wet sounds filled the room, mixing with her breathy moans. Her tits pressed against my chest as she leaned in, her nipples hard through her thin blouse.

“You like being tied up?” she panted, grinding down harder.

I gritted my teeth. “Fuck, yes—”

She laughed, low and throaty, pinning my hips as she fucked herself on me, her clit rubbing against me with every thrust. I watched her face—lips parted, eyes half-lidded, completely lost in it.

“Gonna make you come,” she breathed, her pace turning ruthless.

I was close, so fucking close, and she knew it. She slowed just enough to tease, her pussy clenching around me, milking me.

“Please—” I begged.

She leaned in, nipping at my ear. “Come for me.”

That was all it took. I exploded inside her, my hips jerking as I filled her up, my groans muffled against her mouth. She kept riding me, chasing her own finish, her moans getting louder until she clenched around me, shuddering as she came.

She collapsed against me, panting, her fingers working at the knot behind me. The second my hands were free, I grabbed her ass, pulling her tighter against me as we both caught our breath.

“Detention’s not so bad, huh?” she smirked.

I kissed her, hard. “We should get in trouble more often.”