“Look what you’ve done.” His voice was steely and his eyes glinted. “For what I intend to do to you, I need my cock hard and ready.”

He stood up, pulling her to her feet, too. He marched her across the room and directed her to sit on a wooden bench along the wall.

“Put your feet up on the bench on either side of you.”

She wasn’t quite sure what he wanted, but he grabbed one ankle and lifted it, bending her knee, then set her foot on the wooden surface beside her ass, then did the same with the other. The result left her legs spread wide open to him. His gaze fell on her sheer panties that did nothing to hide her intimate flesh.

His hot gaze bored through her, as if he were gliding a finger inside her. Finally, she couldn’t stop herself from squirming.

His gaze rose to her face, taking in her heated cheeks.

“The way you’re dressed. You look like a slut.”

He ran his finger along the open neckline of her blouse, tugging slightly to give him a better view of the black bra beneath.

“This isn’t exactly part of the school uniform.”

She pouted. “I thought it looked pretty, sir.”

“You look like a whore.” He frowned. “I’m only telling you this for your own good. You could get into a lot of trouble dressed like this.”

He unfastened a button on her blouse, and another, then pulled it open to reveal her bra.

“This undergarment is practically transparent,” he said. “Your nipples are totally visible.”

He ran his thumb over one swollen nub and a shocking jolt of sensation stabbed through her, straight to her core.

“You like it when I touch you there.”

“Oh, yes, I do, sir.”

He frowned. “You are a very dirty girl. You definitely shouldn’t be wearing something like this.” He pressed on the front clasp and the bra popped open. He pushed the cups aside, his heated gaze intense on her naked breasts. Her nipples ached with need.

He ran his hand over her breast, then squeezed her nipple between his fingers. It was a painful pleasure and she cried out.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked.

“It’s okay, sir.” She longed for him to pinch the other one, too.

“But that’s not okay. Let me make it feel better.”

He knelt in front of her, then leaned forward and kissed her nipple. Then his mouth wrapped around it and his tongue nudged against it. When he suckled, she moaned, then her fingers raked through his hair as she held him close to her bosom. His fingers found her other nipple and he squeezed that one sharply as he continued to suck the first.

“Oh, Mr. Gallagher,” she cried.

His mouth shifted and he suckled her stinging nub.

Then she moaned as he drew his mouth away. His gaze fell to her crotch.

“Do you know what boys will do if they see these panties? And with such a short skirt, they’re bound to see them.”