**Detention Ties**

I never thought I’d actually get stuck with detention, but here I was, scrubbing gum off the underside of desks while Mrs. Collier watched from her chair, lazily flipping through a magazine. She was young for a teacher—mid-twenties, maybe—and *way* hotter than she had any right to be. Petite, barely over five feet, with a tight little body that made her polo shirt cling in all the right places. Her dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail, but a few strands had escaped, framing her sharp face.

I tried not to stare, but it was impossible. The way her thighs pressed together under that stupid pleated skirt, the way her tits barely fit into her blouse. My dick was already hard just from watching her cross and uncross her legs.

Then she dropped the magazine and sighed. “You’re not even trying, Anderson.”

I swallowed. “I *am*.”

She smirked. “No, you’re staring at me.” My face burned. Before I could say anything, she stood up and walked over, her heels clicking on the tile. She smelled like vanilla and something faintly sweet—perfume or maybe just her skin. “You like watching me, don’t you?”

I couldn’t lie. “Yeah.”

Her fingers brushed my chin, tilting my head up. “Bad boys need discipline.”

That’s when I noticed the nylon rope coiled on her desk.

—

Two minutes later, my wrists were tied behind my back, the rough fibers biting into my skin as she pushed me down onto the teacher’s desk. She hiked her skirt up, showing off those smooth thighs, her pussy barely hidden by thin white panties. I could already see the wet spot.

“Open your mouth,” she ordered, and I did, letting her shove her panties between my teeth. The taste of her was fucking intoxicating—musky and sweet, making my cock throb in my jeans.

Then she climbed onto the desk, straddling my face, her pussy hovering inches above me. “Lick.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I buried my tongue into her, fucking her folds with rough strokes, tasting how slick she already was. She gasped, grinding against me, her clit swollen against my lips. “Fuck, just like that,” she moaned, her hands tangling in my hair, forcing me deeper.

I couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but *eat* her, trapped under her thighs as she rode my face, her moans echoing in the empty classroom. Her juices dripped down my chin, her hips jerking when I sucked her clit between my teeth.

Then she pulled away, panting. “Good boy.” She reached down, unzipping my jeans, and my dick sprang free, already leaking. She stroked me, her fingers tight, making me groan. “You want to fuck me?”

“*Yes*—”

“Too bad.” She smirked, climbing off the desk. I whined, but she just turned around, bending over, her tiny ass in the air. “You’re not getting out of those ropes until I say so.”

Fuck. Fuck.

She reached back, pulling her panties to the side, showing off her pink, glistening pussy. “Go on.”

I leaned forward, grinding my cock against her entrance, the heat of her making me shudder. Then—*finally*—I thrust inside, her tight little cunt squeezing me like a vice. She gasped, arching her back. “Fuck, *yes*—”

I couldn’t move much, still bound, but I didn’t need to. She rocked back against me, taking every inch, her nails digging into the desk. “Harder,” she choked out, and I obeyed, slamming into her, our skin slapping together.

She came first, her pussy clamping down around me as she screamed my name. I wasn’t far behind, my balls tightening before I exploded inside her, filling her up, my entire body shaking.

When I collapsed against her back, she laughed breathlessly, reaching behind her to untie my wrists. “Guess detention *does* have its perks.”