Detention, page 11
Wetness pooled between my legs, and I clenched hard around the toy.
“Finish up the chapter,” Callan started. “You have an essay due next Friday on the material. You can”—he dropped his gaze to my pussy, eyes lingering longer than they should’ve—“start working on it today. No partners. Work in silence.”
My eyes widened. Silence?!
Today, I’d expected that he’d teach class and be up front, his booming voice muffling the sounds of my wet pussy stuffed with this toy. If we were all silent …
Damn it. I could already start to feel the toy slipping out of me.
I clenched harder to keep it still, but my pussy was too wet.
So, I opened my computer and hoped to distract myself.
An text popped up on my screen.
Callan: Having some trouble, Miss Sato?
Another inch slipped out, and I tightened even harder. I stared at the text, then peered up at him. This class was going to be way too long. Even if I tried to readjust it, someone might see. I either had to take a chance or … risk it falling out.
When I went to reach under my desk, another text popped up.
Callan: No touching.
Breath hitching, I typed a one-sentence text back.
Me: Callan, please!!!
Me: It’s going to fall out!
The more I begged, the wider his smirk became. He stared at me from his desk, watching me with those sinful, dark eyes. I’d bet he was hard right now, watching me desperately clench my pussy to keep this damn toy inside me.
Callan: Clench.
Me: I’m trying!
Callan: Try harder.
Me: I can’t! Please, I’m too wet.
When he read my last message, his eyes darkened, and he readjusted himself underneath his desk. I wished so badly that I could crawl underneath and suck him off until he was coming down my throat.
Callan: How easily do you think I’d slide into you while your little toy was plunged deep in your cunt? Do you want to be stretched out tonight, Sakura? Fucked until you really can’t walk tomorrow?
After biting my lip to hold back a whimper, I clutched the edge of my desk and closed my eyes. Fuck! My pussy got even wetter, pulsing over and over on the huge toy inside it. When I reopened my eyes, I forced myself to type another message.
If he didn’t stop playing around, it really would fall out of me.
Me: Please, let me readjust it.
Callan: No.
Another inch slipped out, and I had to reach between my legs.
Callan: If you even touch your toy, you don’t get my dick tonight.
I snapped my gaze back to him and widened my eyes. Why is he torturing me?!
Another ten minutes—yes, ten freaking minutes—passed. I squirmed on my seat, sweat dripping down my back and my walls clenched hard on the inch of the toy left inside me. It was going to fall out. Right now. I didn’t have much time left.
“You’re free to go,” Callan announced to the class, glancing down at the toy. “Sakura, please, stay behind.”
Everyone stood and dumped their books into their backpack. I squirmed in my seat and pressed my thighs together, nervously watching students walk to the front of the class. Mr. Avery headed to the door, his bulge throbbing against his suit pants, and ushered the students out.
As soon as the last person left the classroom, he locked the door. I clutched the edges of my desk until my knuckles turned white and felt the last inch slip out of my pussy with a pop. It landed on the ground and practically suctioned itself to the tiles, sticking straight up and covered in my juices.
“Callan, please,” I breathed heavily. “I can’t do that again.”
“Sakura,” he murmured, taking my chin in his large, callous hand and lifting it.
I stood next to him. He peered down at the toy at our feet.
“How wet is your pussy for me right now? By the looks of your toy, you’re soaked.”
“Callan—”
“Answer me.”
I tugged his free hand between my legs and let him see for himself. He clenched his jaw and grunted, his fingers sliding between my pussy lips and his tongue dragging across his lower lip, as if he was hungry.
He looked down between us. “Look what you’ve done to me.”
Heat gathered inside my core as I gazed at his cock, pressed against his pants. God, he was so freaking big. I wanted him inside me right now.
“You know you’re going to have to take care of it now, Sakura.” He nodded down to my toy on the ground, sticking straight up. “Bounce on your toy until you come,” he ordered, “while you take my dick in your throat.”
My eyes widened. “Wh-what? Right here?”
“Right here, Sakura.”
When he released my chin, I sucked in a sharp breath. I squatted down until the head of the toy grazed against my hole, my skirt bunching up to the top of my thighs. Staring up at him, I lowered myself even further and stretched my pussy out on it, whining softly.
Callan stepped closer to me and unbuckled his belt, then undid his button and zipper. His cock sprang out of his pants—thick, hard, and veiny. I tightened on the toy and bounced up and down on it, opening my mouth for his dick.
Once he slipped his head into my mouth, I grabbed his hands to help myself bounce up and down and slowly slid my mouth around more of his dick. Only a few inches deep, I gagged and pulled back.
“Come on, Sakura. You’re better than that.”
Not wanting to mess up again, I took him into my mouth once more and forced myself to suck every last inch of him. My pussy tightened around the toy. When I reached his base, I pressed my lips against his hips and stared up at him through watery eyes.
I gagged again. Then again. Then again. But I didn’t pull away.
Spit and drool rolled down my chin and dripped onto the tiled floor. I bounced up and down on the toy.
He released one of my hands. “Slap your clit and come for me—now, Miss Sato.”
I dropped my hand between my legs, gripped his tighter to hold myself up, then smacked my clit hard. Pleasure surged through my body, an orgasm ripping through me. Callan grabbed both my arms and lifted me into the air, then set me on his desk to finish riding out my orgasm.
He pulled the toy out of my pussy and lined himself up at my entrance.
“Open up,” Callan said, holding the toy by its base and placing the head at the tip of my lips. When I opened, he slid it into me, inch by inch. “We have to train your throat so you don’t gag on my cock anymore.”
Halfway, I gagged. He slipped another few inches between my lips and down my throat, making me gag again. It was so big, but not as big as he was.
“It should slide down your throat without a problem. Understand?”
I nodded at him, hot tears building in my eyes as I took it. He pushed it even deeper until the base met my lips. He wrapped his other hand around the front of my throat and squeezed gently. I swallowed around the toy.
“Good girl,” he praised. He took my hand and placed it on the base of the toy. “Now, fuck your throat with it.”
Wanting to please him, I seized the toy and moved it in and out of my throat, slowly at first. But when he started pounding hard into my pussy, I thrust the toy as quickly as his cock thrust inside me.
A low groan escaped his lips. He rested his hand over mine, pressed the toy deeper into my mouth, and pushed some strands of hair off my face with his other hand.
“Listen to me very closely, Sakura. This is the closest that you’ll ever be to having another man inside you.”
My walls clung on to every inch of his cock sliding in and out of me. I sucked on the toy and stared up at him with eyes wide, hazily nodding. Heat rushed to my core and exploded throughout my body.
“Nobody will ever touch you the way I do.”
I whimpered on the toy, about to tip over the edge again.
“And you won’t even think of another man,” Callan said, pumping harder. “Ever.”
Slobber rolled down my chin, and I shook my head.
“You’re mine.” He pulled the toy out of my mouth, strands of spit hanging from it. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I breathed heavily, chest rising and falling. “All yours, Callan. All the time.”
After setting the toy on his desk next to us, he snatched my chin in his large hand and pulled me toward him to kiss me hard on the lips. Pleasure surged through my body, and I moaned into his mouth, my pussy pulsing around him as an orgasm ripped through me.
Once he finally pulled out of me, his cock smacked against his thigh. He tugged me in for one last lingering kiss, then ironed out my skirt with his hand. His cum dripped down my thighs.
“Meet me back here for lunch today.”
29
callan
“Where the hell are they?” I mumbled to myself on my break period before lunch. I walked up and down the grocery aisles of Stop and Shop, the closest grocery store to Redwood Academy, to pick up lunch.
“Can I help you find something?” a college-aged brunette asked, twirling her finger around a strand of her hair.
I suppressed an eye roll and gazed down the aisle. “Pickle-flavored chips?”
“Follow me!”
“Can you just tell me where they are?” I asked, wanting to get back to class before Sakura made it there.
If Principal Vaughn caught her standing out in the hallway during lunch, he’d be talking shit to me about her.
And after this morning’s class, I didn’t want anyone talking to or about Sakura.
She was mine.
“Right this way.” When she turned around, I ran a hand over my face and followed her down the aisle. She stopped in front of a selection of chips and grabbed a green bag. “Pickle-flavored chips, just for you.”
“Thanks,” I said, twirling on my heel.
She grabbed my wrist. “I didn’t catch—”
“Get your damn hands off me,” I growled, not looking back once while heading toward the prepared food. I grabbed two containers, in case Sakura didn’t have anything, and walked to the checkout line.
After scanning my items, I hopped into my car and headed back to the school. Once I parked, I grabbed my paper bag, filled with food, and started for the side entrance. I did not want to run into Principal Vaughn on my way over because he’d ask too many fucking questions.
What’d you buy? Why’d you leave the school grounds? You’re going to eat two meals?
Grumbling to myself, I slipped into the building and walked through the empty halls to the staircase to head up to my classroom. Whistling echoed through the corridor, and one of the gym teachers nodded at me.
I pushed through the doors to the staircase and took two stairs at a time. When I reached the top, I sighed through my nose and headed to the classroom. I wanted to be out of these halls before the bell rang and the students flooded into the hallways.
Once I made it to my classroom, I shifted the paper bag into my left hand and opened the door. Inside my damn classroom was Blaise Harleen—the fucking punk—and Vera Rodriguez, who sat on my desk, both their cheeks flushed.
I arched a brow at Blaise. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
Vera scooted behind Blaise and stared at me in fear, as if I’d send her to the principal. And while I didn’t like Blaise, I didn’t want to get into it with his father and then Jett. I didn’t want him making another unannounced trip to my house in the middle of the night.
“Just leaving,” Blaise said, nudging Vera toward the door.
Vera shuffled out of the room and nearly sprinted down the hallway toward the library, but I caught Blaise by the shoulder and yanked him back.
“We need to have a fucking talk,” I said between gritted teeth.
“What do you want?” he asked, tossing his backpack over his shoulder and grabbing his skateboard off the ground. He jerked himself away from me and headed toward the door again. “I don’t have time. I gotta get to class.”
I grabbed his shoulder again and shoved him back. “Tell me you didn’t fuck that girl in my class.”
Blaise stopped walking and rolled his eyes. “Come on, Avery. It’s not like you haven’t fucked anyone in here before. I know Aunt Georgie isn’t sucking your dick. She’s out with her girlfriends every night, isn’t she?”
Blaise was trying to get underneath my skin, and it was working.
I clenched my jaw and shoved him away. “You could’ve used any other fucking classroom, Blaise. Don’t use mine next time, or I’ll write you up and get you suspended.”
His eyes widened, and then he smirked.
“No shit. You have fucked someone in here, haven’t you?” he asked.
God, I hate this kid more and more by the fucking day. All the Harleens kill me.
He ambled around the room and shook his head, chuckling. “But who could it be? Definitely not any of the cheerleaders. I mean, not that you couldn’t score them, but they’re not really your type, just like Georgina isn’t.”
I gritted my teeth and placed my grocery bag down. “Get out of my fucking classroom.”
“But I thought you wanted to talk,” he taunted. “It’s not Nicole or Jasmine or Aiza. Couldn’t be Juana. She’s probably your type but way too loud. And her voice …” He scrunched his nose. “Too fucking annoying.”
“Out. Now.”
Suddenly, someone knocked on my door. I tensed and glanced over, my jaw clenched. A moment later, Sakura peered into the classroom with her hair still in those braided pigtails and a huge grin on her face.
“Calla—” she started, but then spotted Blaise in the back of the classroom. Her cheeks flushed red, and she quickly looked away and stood up straight. “I-I mean, Mr. Avery, you said that you wanted me to meet with you during lunch about an assignment.”
After Blaise eyed me, he curled his lips into a smirk and sauntered to the door. “Would’ve never guessed, Avery. Is that why you were at the skatepark last night? Needed to take care of”—he glanced at Sakura, who quickly averted her gaze—“someone?”
Fucking Blaise.
I didn’t want him to scare her away, and I definitely didn’t need rumors about Sakura and me. Especially not when Jett and Georgina were still alive and thriving, apparently.
I drew my tongue across my teeth. “Sakura, give us a minute.”
Sakura quickly scurried out of the classroom, keeping her head down the entire time.
When the door closed, I grabbed Blaise by the collar and shoved him against the wall. “If you speak a fucking word about this to anyone, I will fucking kill you. You understand?”
Blaise tilted his head—the same way his father and grandfather did when they were about to make a god-awful offer to me. “If you don’t mention anything about Vera to Redwood, then your secret is safe with me.”
Not as bad as I thought.
Growling, I pushed him toward the door and straightened out my suit. “Get the fuck out of my classroom and send Sakura in.”
I had a lunch date with her that I didn’t want to miss. And I didn’t want her scurrying off to the cafeteria either.
Once Blaise found his way out of my class, he peered over at Sakura and smirked. “Have fun.”
30
sakura
Blaise Harleen had basically caught us!
I tried to calm my racing heart after Callan locked the door behind me for lunch, but my stomach was in knots.
What if he says something to someone? His father? What if Callan’s wife finds out about it?
“Don’t worry,” Callan said, sitting at his desk.
After scurrying farther into the room, I glanced at the chair he must’ve placed across his desk. In front of it was a container of freshly baked food from what looked like Stop and Shop and a bag of … pickle-flavored chips?
“What’s this?” I asked.
“Pickle-flavored chips. You had some in your car last night,” he said sheepishly. “I saw them through the back window.”
The chips had been in my backseat from my Walmart trip the other night, where I had just hurled anything into my cart because Gunther was with me. I hadn’t realized what was in my cart when I checked out.
But if Callan had bought these for me, that meant …
“Do you not want them?” he asked.
My eyes widened, and I snapped out of my thoughts. I took the chips from him and smiled. “No,” I said even though I had never tasted this flavor. “Thank you so much for getting this for me. I love them!”
A small fib, but I didn’t want him to feel weird.
“Well … since you got me some chips, I brought you a book for you to read to me,” I said, digging around inside my backpack for one of the many smutty books I secretly had at home from my all-time favorite author Kayleigh Stone. Doesn’t every nerdy girl have a secret collection of steamy books that they hide from their parents?
He took the smutty book from me. “Where’d you find this?”
“Oh, you know, just lying on my bookshelf at home.”
He flipped through the pages and chuckled. “You have porn books just lying around?”
“Excuse me!” I giggled. “It’s not a porn book! There is definitely some romance in there.”
“Buried under pages of filth.”
I smirked and hmphed at him. “I would like you to read it. I’m having some trouble understanding some of it. And I mean, you are the Literature professor. I’m sure you can find some deep meaning in it.”
He cocked a brow. “You have a hard time understanding a chapter titled ‘Fucking 101’?” He continued to flip through the book. “What about ‘Cock Riding’? ‘Squirting’? Oh, and my personal favorite …” He smirked. “ ‘Throat Fucking.’ ” He gazed over at me. “This shouldn’t be hard for you to understand, Sakura. You showed me how well you can do this last one today.”
My cheeks burned, and I crossed my arms. “Well, maybe I just wanna hear you read it.”
Something about a man reading a romance book to me …
