Sorry for the delay in posting. I spent a great deal more time editing this chapter and I think the resulting text is worth the wait. I’d also like to shout out Nemo for offering phenomenal editing advice!

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Chapter 14

Morning light sliced through the curtains with a harsh and revealing intensity. Kylie woke with a gasp, her thighs sticky and her mouth dry. The sheets clung to her skin, half-twisted around her waist, as she sat up too fast. The dream lingered, phantom fingers tracing her spine, before crumbling like chalk dust as the images faded away. She squeezed her eyes shut and grimaced. Shit, I forgot to text Maya. The tiara winked from the dresser as she stumbled toward the bathroom, phone in hand.

Her fingers skittered over the phone screen, "Sorry I ghosted! Got home and CRASHED :( Diner after Sadie’s r the best tho!!! A reply bubbled up instantly, Maya’s laughter practically audible through the screen: "Bitch you better be dead bc NO excuse for leaving me on read!!" Kylie grinned, real, involuntary, before the bathroom’s chill prickled her bare skin, sharp as any accusation.

Steam fogged the mirror as she stepped inside. She turned her face away from the hot spray and spied herself in the medicine cabinet mirror through the misted glass. A girl stared back, flushed, swollen-lipped, baggy-eyed; she didn’t look like a queen. She didn’t look like a victim either though. Just someone caught between versions of herself, waiting for the next performance to begin. She closed her eyes and turned away from the mirror, back into the comforting embrace of the hot water and let it flow over her.

She breathed deeply, trying to comprehend her emotions. Memories from last night replayed in her mind, but she couldn’t push away the vision of Liam’s reaction from her thoughts, nor her reactions when she gave in and accepted what the men did to her. I begged for it... she thought with a sigh as she grabbed the bottle of body wash and loofa and began scrubbing, trying to forget the fact that she came as they used her.

Stepping out of the shower, she peered at herself in the mirror again. The girl peering back looked better, less tired, fresher, perhaps even a bit more regal. She tilted her chin up and sniffed before grabbing a towel to dry off. She grabbed a hair wrap and twirled her hair up to dry, then moisturized with lotion before slinking back to her room and threw on a baggy tee and sweatpants.

Downstairs, the scent of toast and coffee wrapped around her like a warm hug as she descended the stairs, a reminder of normalcy. Kylie swung into the kitchen, hair still in the wrap, just as her little brother dumped milk across the counter, missing his cereal bowl entirely. Their mom groaned and Kylie let out a snarky laugh as she ruffled his hair with a playful, "Nice aim, loser." She nudged his shoulder with her elbow and the boy grinned back as she grabbed a towel from a hook to help wipe up the spill.

Kylie poured orange juice with steady hands after she sat down to a plate of eggs and toast proffered by her mother. Chatter bubbled around her; her dad’s work rant, her mom’s weekend plans, and she nodded along, chewing toast that didn’t taste like much. Smile, she reminded herself. Laugh. The performance was flawless.

“How was the dance, Honey, ” her mom asked.

A blush crept up Kylie’s neck as her fingers and thumb squeezed her fork tighter, “It was.. Pretty good, ” she answered with just a bit of hesitation, “Maya was crazy as usual, and Liam was... A perfect gentleman. We danced a lot!” Her dad made an approving sound and her mom beamed.

“My little girl’s growing up!” her mom proclaimed and Kylie fought back the urge to laugh. You have no idea mom! She just smiled shyly as she moved scrambled eggs across her plate.

As Kylie and her mom were clearing the table after breakfast, Kylie’s phone buzzed. “We’re going out today! I need more time with my bestie!” the text from Maya read. Kylie sent a quick reply and headed back to her room to change. She threw on a conservative pair of jeans and a baggy hoodie, before brushing her hair and putting it up into a simple ponytail and heading back downstairs.

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The mall beckoned them, gleaming and cavernous, as Maya, boisterous as always, led her through the revolving doors. Maya chattered about some stupid sale, "Half-off jeans!", nudging Kylie wryly with her elbow, but Kylie didn't react as her focus was stuck on her previous visit to the mall.

As she snapped back to the present, she smirked at Maya, “Seems perfect for you!” Maya let out a cheery laugh, before marching deeper into the mall

Kylie’s thighs rubbed together beneath her stiff denim jeans as she followed, the warmth of the mall’s heating pushing away the chilliness from outside, as Maya steered her toward Hollister. The hoodie she wore trapped sweat against her ribs, but she kept it zipped tight. Maya tossed a pair of ripped jeans at her. "Try these, " she suggested as Kylie caught the pants, before she realized she’d have to go back into the changing room and strip in a fluorescent-lit stall with no panties and fresh bruises blooming on her hips. Just like before, she thought, as the memory of her previous mall trip reemerged in her thoughts. The thought made her laugh, too loud, too sharp, but she quickly quieted as Maya raised an eyebrow.

They aren’t here making me do anything! Kylie thought to herself as she held the ripped jeans close to her chest.

Behind them, at another rack, a man coughed, deep, seemingly familiar enough to grab her attention, and Kylie spun around too fast, heartbeat racing. It was just a stranger, a kind looking man with greying temples and a bored expression, but her pulse hammered anyway. Breathe. Maya hadn’t noticed. She was too busy rifling through a pile of graphic tees; her voice raised with exaggerated outrage: "Who pays $30 for a shirt that says, ‘I woke up like this’?"

Kylie forced a grin. "Idiots, " she deadpanned, nudging Maya toward the dressing rooms in the back, away from the crowd, where no one would see her hands shake from the rush of adrenaline. Kylie willed the butterflies from her stomach, but a tingling sensation tickled up her spine as they moved toward the back of the store. She worked to control her breathing as she approached the stall, just like competing at a meet, she thought to herself.

The smell of musty cotton and someone’s lingering perfume permeated the dressing room stall once Kylie was inside. She peeled off her pants slowly and deliberately, fighting the urge to cover herself, even though no one could see her. No panties she thought as the air licked her exposed crotch while she was pulling up the new pair of jeans. They were tight, probably a size too small and clung to her hips like elastic. Strategically designed “rips” covered her legs in a crude attempt at fashion, but it seemed to Kylie that the point was to simply expose more skin. The zipper seam pressed into her sensitive skin as she pulled it up fully.

A sudden knock on the dressing room door startled her, sending her lurching into the corner. "Lemme see!" Maya’s voice powered through the cheap wooden boards. Kylie exhaled through her nose, straightened herself, smoothed non-existent wrinkles, and opened the door before stepping out, arms crossed tightly. Maya wolf-whistled, "Damn, jailbait, " she teased, tugging at the frayed knee holes.

Kylie rolled her eyes, "Shut up, " but the nickname found a little home deep in her stomach where butterflies once resided. Maya had no idea exactly how accurately the moniker fit.

In the dressing room, Kylie changed back into her old pants but decided to put the ripped jeans back. Maya was busy trying on various outfits in the other stall, coming out to show Kylie a pair of black shorts that hugged her butt. “What about these ones?” Maya asked as she twirled in the aisle?

“And you called me jailbait!” Kylie giggled as she stared at her friend’s ass.

Maya stuck her tongue out and disappeared back into the stall, “I think I like em!” A few more outfit changes later and they headed to the checkout counter, Maya clutching a bag of new clothes. Kylie settled on a simple top, just so she wouldn’t leave empty-handed.

Outside, the food court buzzed with laughing teenagers and screeching toddlers, as Maya shoved a piping hot pretzel into her hands. Kylie took a bite, the salt stinging her lips, and chewed mechanically. A month ago, she thought, as she watched Maya lick salt off her fingers, I would’ve whined about calories. She focused on the taste of the salty pretzel, a month ago, I didn’t know what a penis tasted like. Maya, oblivious as always, grinned wide, "Next stop, Sephora!" and Kylie followed along, her thighs whisking as she walked.

At the makeup counter the bright lights magnified everything. Kylie watched her reflection as she dabbed on cherry-red gloss, while Maya debated eye shadows. The salesgirl hovered nearby, "That shade screams queen bee", and Kylie’s stomach lurched, Queen.... She froze for a moment, then wiped it off with a napkin, smearing the crimson gel across her cheek.

Maya sighed. "You’re impossible, " she huffed, tossing a blush into her basket. Kylie smiled, tight, practiced, and reached for the free samples and Maya rifled through different shades of lipstick.

They passed Victoria’s Secret next and Kylie’s steps stuttered as she glanced at the mannequins in the window. Maya caught her gaze and grinned. "Ohhh, someone’s blushy, " she cooed naively and dragged Kylie inside before she could even protest. They passed displays of lingerie while Maya prattled on about fabrics and colors. Further in, Maya held up a sheer bra from the rack, "Liam wouldn’t survive, " Maya said with a grin and Kylie’s fingers twitched as she blushed.

Maya disappeared into a fitting room with a leopard-print set, her laughter echoing through the racks. Kylie hovered by the panty bins full of discount cotton, innocent patterns, until a sales associate cleared her throat. "Can I help you find anything?" The woman’s gaze lingered on Kylie’s crossed arms, the way her hoodie sleeves swallowed her hands. "Just looking while I wait for my friend, " Kylie murmured, stepping back. The price tag on a silk chemise hanging nearby swung gently, $89.99, and she thought of the lingerie set she had hidden in her room.

Kylie perused through the store alone, blushing each time she envisioned herself in the outfits. She made her way to the fitting room door as Maya cracked the door open and peeked out. She locked eyes with Kylie and opened the door further before twirling. She adjusted the straps, pulling the lingerie tighter, and struck a pose. "Ta-da!" The matching garter belt gripped her thighs and the outfit sat snug across her body. Kylie giggled and blushed but couldn’t help but notice how good the outfit looked on Maya, how it accentuated her petite features.

"Slutty, " she approved, trying to avoid the realization that this was the first time she’d really noticed Maya’s body, outside of appreciating her athletic ability.

Maya stuck out her tongue again. "Jealous, " she sing-songed, ducking back inside. Kylie’s phone buzzed and her pulse spiked. But it was just her mom: Home by 7? She typed yes with clumsy fingers, trying not to think of the outfit Maya had on. She stared at a lacy thong dangling from Maya’s half-open door, the tag read XS. The dressing room mirror reflected everything as Maya changed back into her clothes and Kylie pushed away unbidden thoughts of Miller’s legs wrapped around her head. I wonder if she tastes the same...

At checkout, Maya slapped down her card with gusto while Kylie pretended to examine a display of travel-sized lotions. "So, " Maya drawled, nudging her with her glossy handbag. "Has Liam texted you yet?" The question hung lightly and innocently, but the air thickened around Kylie.

She shrugged, peeling the plastic off a tester hand cream. "Nope, " she said.

Maya groaned. "Boys, " she huffed, looping their arms together as they stepped back into the mall’s cacophony.

Kylie’s shoes flitted across the polished tiles as Maya led her away from the store front, yapping about anything and everything. Somewhere, past Hot Topic, past the pretzel stand, a man laughed, low and rasping. Kylie’s shoulders tensed and she held her breath. Just a random stranger, she thought. Just noise.

Maya prattled on, "Ezra literally tries to get in my pants every five minutes..." as Kylie’s gaze flickered across every man as they moved further away. They snagged a coffee before slowly window shopping for a while, then headed back outside into the chilly autumn air, bags in hand.

Kylie's car thrummed to life as she turned the key. Maya slouched against the window, her bags crinkling, as she traced the condensation on the window. The taillights ahead bled red as Kylie drove. Upon arriving at Maya's house, she squeezed Kylie's knee, "Next time, we’re finding you someone hotter than Liam" before reaching over the center console for a too-tight hug. Kylie waited for her to walk up the driveway, waving and grinning, until the porch light highlighted her. She pushed away thoughts that made her shift in her seat as Maya went inside.

Back home, she ate dinner with her family, chicken again, before watching TV and doing homework, blissfully normal. She finished an episode and brushed her teeth before crawling into bed. The sheets were stiff; the house was silent. Just the clock glowing red as she pressed her face into the pillow and breathed.

Sunday dawned surprisingly warm and sticky with unspent rain. Kylie stretched slowly beneath her comforter. She checked her phone, just a meme from Maya. A quick shower and shave later and she descended the stairs for breakfast. Afterward, she painted her toenails on the porch, pink bright pearls that sparkled, while her little brother launched Nerf darts toward her from the lawn. The sun warmed her shoulders and for the rest of the day, Kylie felt almost normal again.

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The text notification the next morning buzzed against her nightstand just as Kylie was threading her arms through her hoodie. She paused, scrunched her sleeves up her arms, and picked up the phone. Harrington’s name lit up the notification and she just stared at the screen before finally opening it. She read the message several times before dropping the phone onto her bed with a huff. She moved toward her closet and gripped the frame, her fingers digging into the wood. She glanced at the old pile of clothes in the back corner, where she’d hidden the lingerie sets they’d bought for her.

Kylie shivered as she remembered the last time she ignored their orders, grimaced at the memory of the icy cold gel slathered across her pussy. It hurt so much. She realized that she didn’t have much choice in the matter and pulled out the set Harrington picked. Pulling her hoodie off, she quickly stripped out of her school approved clothes. The lingerie’s silky fabric slithered against her skin like a guilty secret as she slid into it and fastened the clasps, the lace edges pulling tight. A few minutes later her school clothes once again covered her, hiding her secret.

Her reflection in the hallway mirror betrayed nothing, just a ponytailed student in approved clothes adjusting her backpack. I guess you can't even tell, she thought to herself, but the lingerie’s grip underneath felt like ropes holding her hostage. Kylie traced the hidden seam where the lingerie straps vanished under her shirt collar; a flush crept up her neck as the memory of Harrington’s fingers in the dressing room played through her mind. The front door clicked shut behind her as she left, her mother’s goodbye kiss still warm on her cheek, while the fabric between her thighs grew damper with every step toward her car. The feel of the silky lace, intimately cradling her sensitive pussy and firm ass, felt odd and unfamiliar after weeks of going without panties.

The school parking lot teemed with oblivious chatter as Kylie tugged her skirt lower, the lingerie’s lace borders etching themselves into her hips with every shift of her weight. A group of freshmen jostled past, their backpacks bumping her elbow, and she caught herself arching her back slightly, just enough to feel the straps tighten, before freezing mid-breath. Stop it. But the whisper in her head sounded less like horror and more like reluctant resignation curling around her thoughts.

The first period bell rang overhead as Kylie slid into her usual desk, the seat pulled her skirt tight and she felt the lingerie’s bow pressing against her tailbone. She uncapped her pen with trembling fingers, ready to take notes. Both the innocent and sultry versions of Kylie sat ready as Mr. Jameson’s monotone lecture dissolved into white noise. She avoided making eye contact with him. Somewhere behind her, a pencil scratched paper. Around her, the silk tightened its claim.

The next bell’s toll found Kylie lingering by her locker during her free period, slowly and deliberately putting her bag to her locker, until the hallways bled empty. The harsh lights buzzed above the biology corridor as she approached Harrington’s door, her shoes squeaking against the dull grey linoleum tiles, stark in the silence of the empty hall. Through the wooden door, she imagined his silhouette hunched over paperwork, a mundane tableau that didn’t match the liquid heat pooling beneath her waistband. She inhaled, sharp and bracing. Just do it. She knocked; the sound was too loud in the hollow quiet, and she opened the door.

"Ah, Miss Morgan." Harrington didn’t look up from his grading, but the corner of his mouth twitched as she stepped inside. The click of the locking mechanism echoed like a starter’s pistol behind her. "So nice to see you remembering your... extracurricular commitments." His gaze flicked to her zipper, her hoodie still zipped to her throat. Kylie’s fingers found the pull tab, cool metal against her fingertips. The rasp of the zipper teeth parting sounded too loud in the quiet room.

She shrugged out of the hoodie slowly as he watched, shoulders rolling, elbows straightening, and let it fall to the floor. She slowly unbuttoned her shirt until the lace straps peeked beneath her shirt collar. She pulled off her shirt just as Harrington’s pen clattered onto the desk, his chair creaking as he leaned back. "Turn, " he murmured, and Kylie obeyed, hips swaying just enough to make the hem of her skirt flirt with her thighs, her body moving with the same precision as a vault routine, every muscle flexing for his approval.

Harrington waited expectantly as Kylie stood before him. Her hands found the waistband before she paused and her eyes fluttered to his. Cold, stern orbs stared back. There’s no way out of this, she thought as she took a breath and puffed it out through pursed lips before sliding the skirt down. It pooled around her ankles alongside the hoodie, leaving just the lingerie and scuffed shoes, as Harrington’s gaze lingered where lace met her hip. He pushed away from his desk and spun toward her, "Come here, " he ordered, patting his thigh with mock patience, but his fingers twitched against the chair’s armrest. Kylie moved forward as if pulled by an invisible string, deliberately brushing against his knees, before perching on his lap as she balanced her weight on her toes like she was mid-dismount. His breath quickened as she settled back, aided by his arm wrapped around her waist pulling her back into him. The warmth of her bare thighs and butt sunk through his pressed slacks to his skin. The computer screen flickered with half-written emails, innocuous departmental drivel, but his hands stayed around her waist, thumbs roaming, instead of moving back to the keyboard.

Harrington pulled her legs apart, exposing the smooth, sensitive skin of her inner thighs as Kylie let out a small gasp. “Nervous?” he asked, while he ran his hands over her soft, tender skin.

“N-no... Sir.., ” she mumbled while she fidgeted in his lap. Despite herself, Kylie was relaxing under his touch as her breath slowed back to a more normal pace.

“Excited?” he then asked. Kylie furrowed her brow, but she didn’t get a chance to respond before his hand cupped her mound and began rubbing. The only sound she made was a soft “Ugh” that turned into a “Ooooh” as she leaned further into his chest.

Harrington’s experienced hands came to life, moving with practiced precision as he began to work Kylie into an excited state, stroking her tender button beneath the lingerie. His other hand continued stroking her inner thigh, almost lazily, eliciting a gentle murmur, almost a giggle, and fidgeting movement from the teen queen. Despite herself, Kylie began wiggling her hips, grinding her ass into Harrington's crotch as she felt him stiffen beneath her. “My, my, you are excited, ” Harrington whispered into Kylie’s ear before he gently nibbled her neck. Kylie puffed out a sigh, leaned her head back, and closed her eyes.

A few minutes later, Kylie was soaked and Harrington nudged her off his lap, down to her knees in front of him. She instinctively knew what she had to do and reached for his belt without conscious thought. His cock sprang free once the zipper descended and Kylie felt the heat of his flesh as she wrapped her small hand around it. She lowered her mouth to the tip and swirled her tongue around it as the taste of precum flooded her senses. She swallowed, held her breath, and took his length into her mouth while she stroked him. Harrington’s hand threaded through her hair, and he guided her down until his cock reached the back of her throat. Harrington murmured, “All the way down, like a good girl.” Kylie didn’t gag, didn’t retch as he held her head there, just closed her eyes and breathed through her nose. Several short moments later, Kylie felt his hands pull her hair up until his tip was resting between her lips before pushing back down. The pattern continued as a routine was set, a moderate pace that let her breathe evenly. Kylie sucked hard on the upstrokes and swirled her tongue as her head was forced downward by his hand while he moaned in pleasure.

Abruptly, Harrington pulled her mouth off him and stood her up. His hands found her waist again and he turned her around, drinking in the view of her cute pert butt, then guided her back into his lap. He whispered against her shoulder, hot breath skating over her neck, as he dragged his hands up her body. "New email. Subject line, " he murmured as he indicated the monitor with one hand while his free hand slid up her ribs to tweak the lingerie strap. Kylie swallowed hard, moving her hand to the mouse to click the New Email button. “Midterm Review Schedule, ” Harrington said and Kylie watched the letters appear as she typed, while his hands crept higher. The contrast was dizzying, his voice crisp and commanding while his palms burned against her breasts. She arched unbidden, aroused, when his fingers grazed her nipples through the fabric and her hips shifted back just enough to feel his hardness. Her hands fell away from the keyboard as she exhaled. The office chair groaned as Harrington shifted, pulling her butt flush against his crotch and his lips skirted across her neck as she settled into him.

"Type, " Harrington breathed against her throat, casual and instructive, as his hand led hers back to the keyboard. Kylie's fingers hovered, trembling, above the keys, the silicon wrist support cool against her skin. He quickly grabbed a slender bottle from the side of the desk where it was tucked away while Kylie focused on typing. His other hand lifted her butt up to let his cock spring back into position. He stroked himself with a glob of lube then pulled the lingerie’s gusset aside as the lace pulled tight against Kylie’s skin before swiping his thumb against her asshole. "One small thing, " he chuckled, "you'll have to type with my cock in your ass." Kylie flushed at the words and let out a little whimper once she realized what was about to happen.

The first push of him was hot and firm and a gasp trapped in Kylie’s lungs burst out as he notched himself into her ass. Her back arched, reacting instinctively to the entry, her fingernails mashing into the keyboard. Harrington chuckled, low, approving, before yanking her down—hard. Her spine flexed as he sheathed himself to the hilt as her body yielded with humiliating ease. The air punched from her lungs came out as a fractured sigh, surprising them both. As her thighs quivered against his, Harrington rolled his hips upward slowly, testing the way her body reacted. Kylie sucked air back into her chest, but stayed put, impaled on his lap. Satisfied, Harrington ordered, “Time to get started, ” and Kylie had no idea if he meant the email staring at her or if he was merely narrating his use of her ass.

The keyboard clattered as Kylie typed, sucking in breath through clenched teeth. Nonsensical gibberish flashed onscreen when Harrington continued rolling his hips up and down. "F-forgot the salutation, " Kylie stammered with heavy breaths, as his next thrust jarred her forward, her fingertips mashing random keys. Both... It's both, she thought as she felt his cock filling her back up.

Harrington’s laugh vibrated through her shoulder blades, "Such a diligent student."

Harrington’s fingertips grazed her nipple through the lace as his other hand roughly circled her mound. His fingers pressed just hard enough to make her jerk atop his lap. Kylie's moan echoed in the empty room. She was melting, her body spasming just so each time he drove his hips upward, pushing her halfway off his cock before she fell back down. Her ass tightened in rhythmic pulses that drew a groan from his gritted teeth.

The desk shuddered, pens rolled, paper skittered as Harrington fucked her. He leaned back slightly for better access to her ass while his fingers abandoned all pretense of her pleasure to fist her hair. "Type! Review session will be on... Thursday after final period..." he growled. He rammed into her butt with short, hard thrusts, his free hand kneading her breast possessively as she balanced on her tiptoes.

Kylie's voice came out as a slurry, sultry, "Y-yes, Mr. Harrington, " coated with a surprising hunger that shocked herself as her ass cheeks slapped his groin. “Thursday.. After class... Oh...” she murmured breathily, trying to focus but obviously overwhelmed.

Through the blinds, the distant chatter of students outside filtered in, someone laughed, and Kylie's body clenched tighter. Harrington's fingers tightened in her hair as he groaned, "Write. The. Damn. Email.” Each word was accentuated with a thrust. “We’ll review chapters seven through twelve, " he whispered.

Her shaky fingers found the keyboard as Harrington thrust up firmly; each word she typed coinciding with a snap of his hips. The sentence fractured, letters missing, as his shaft dragged against her rim. Her body, which had already yielded, felt like it was on fire as her back arched further and her thighs trembled. Her breath became ragged, her thoughts scattered. Her orgasm built as her lips parted and a moan escaped.

Kylie abandoned the email mid-word and leaned back. One hand flew up behind her and tangled in Harrington's hair as she rolled her hips back onto his cock. Her other hand descended to her clit, pulled the lace fabric aside, and traced rough vigorous circles on her sensitive bud. Her voice broke as a whisper escaped her ragged, dry throat, “Oh, god. Oh... Mr. Harrington." She rocked back against him, matching her rhythm to his as her body clenched around his cock, milking him as a moan escaped her moist lips.

Harrington's breath turned ragged and his grip in her hair tightened while he mauled her breast roughly with his other hand as his cock stretched her ass. He fucked her with an steady rhythm; his cock reaching deep within her as another moan slipped from her lips. For several minutes, the only sound in the room was the wet slap of flesh on flesh as Kylie’s ass cheeks collided with his lap, broken only by her gasps and moans.

Hot and sweaty, Kylie quivered on top of him as her thighs shook. Her breath came in short gasps as she submitted completely. Her orgasm crashed over her as her body tightened while her fingers pulled at his hair. Harrington continued pumping her as she climaxed on top of him. A desperate whimper escaped Kylie's throat, and she stroked her clit with fervor while waves of pleasure seared through her.

Harrington groaned as his thrusts grew more powerful and faster. His fingers, still wound tightly in her hair and crushing her chest, tightened even more as he chased his own release. Then, he thrust up brutally, pulled her down, and buried himself deep inside her before his cock erupted as he filled her with his cum. His breath was hot and humid against her neck as his body shuddered beneath hers.

Kylie slumped limply while the aftershocks coursed through her. Her breath was uneven, her skin slicked with sweat as Harrington released his grip on her hair. He leaned back in his chair with his cock still buried inside her. After a few moments to catch his breath, his fingers trailed lazily down her chest before coming to rest on her inner thighs as his lips curled into a satisfied smile. "Such a good little secretary, " he murmured, voice rough with pleasure. Despite herself, Kylie blushed and let out a small whimper.

Kylie’s hands trembled as she leaned into his chest, her vision blurred, and her body still pulsed. The email glared back at her, nonsense, fragmented, with letters missing from every other word. Her fingers twitched as she tried to make sense of it. Harrington chuckled and his cock twitched with its own aftershock inside her. "Somebody better finish this email. Start again, " he ordered and his voice dripped with amusement. "And don’t stop until it’s perfect."

The cursor mocked Kylie with suggested edits as she blinked to clear away the fog. The silence of the room was thick and cloying. The scent of sex and sweat, and the sound of their ragged breath filled the room. Kylie swallowed hard as she moved her fingers back to the home keys. She pressed the keys with deliberate slowness while her ass still clenched around Harrington involuntarily as she typed. Harrington groaned softly and raised both of his hands to her hips. His cock stirred inside her again; a silent threat and a physical promise.

"You’re lucky I’m patient, " he murmured after his lips brushed her shoulder and his teeth grazed her skin. "But if you take too long..." Kylie shuddered, and her fingers flew faster now. Her deep breaths hitched as she tried to focus, tried to ignore the way his cock filled her, the way his breath tickled her neck, the way her body still ached for more. She continued typing. “Don’t forget the chapter titles, ” she heard Harrington command.

Harrington chuckled low in his throat as his fingers traced idle circles on her hip. "Look at you, " he mused with a voice that dripped with cruel amusement. "So desperate, so fucking horny. You can't even pretend anymore, can you?" Kylie whimpered, half-protest, half-plea, as her thighs trembled and she fought the urge to rock back against him, to chase the friction she craved. She tried to ignore his words and kept typing, but they echoed in her mind as she finished the email.

The email glowed on the screen, complete and somewhat coherent. But Harrington didn’t even glance at it. His hands slid up her sides, caressing her ribs, and his fingers pressed into the soft flesh just beneath her breasts. He was fully hard again. "Say it, " he ordered with a rough voice as his cock twitched inside her again. "Tell me what you want."

Kylie held her breath, her pulse throbbed in her throat, before she leaned back and pressed herself against him. She let out a whisper that trembled with hunger. "Please, Mr. Harrington... Ple... Please do me again." The words spilled out in a huff, a small part plea, but mostly capitulation, as her body instinctively moved, ready for more as her sultry self won the war inside her head.

"What a slut, " Harrington murmured as he grabbed her waist and stood, the teen still impaled on his shaft. He bent her forward over the desk once her feet settled on the ground as his chair shot out behind him. Deep down, Kylie wondered if it was true as his fingers found her clit again.

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Kylie, flushed and exhausted, closed the classroom door behind her some time later. The chime of her phone rang out like a gunshot in the quiet biology hallway. Her thumbs fumbled with the screen as she entered her password. Harrington's cologne still clung to her as the notification glared up at her: Midterm Review Schedule (Sent to All Biology Students). She opened the email and her own keystrokes stared back, a few typos and all and she blushed furiously. Oh my god, she thought as Harrington's cum leaked down her thighs while she read the sentence she'd orgasmed mid-way through typing. Behind her, the classroom door seemed to dwarf her. She moved away from it without looking back, toward her locker. Kylie slumped against the cool metal as she fiddled with the lock, but she could still feel his eyes like a brand between her shoulder blades. Her lingerie was hidden once more underneath her rumpled school clothes; Harrington hadn’t let her take it off.

The cafeteria's roar of laughter and clanging plastic trays couldn’t drown out the memory of his voice. "Hope it’s written well, " looped in her skull as she looked for Maya. She grimaced slightly at the shift of sticky fabric between her legs as she slid into an empty seat next to Maya. Maya's elbow jabbed her ribs, oblivious, while Kylie's thighs pressed together involuntarily. Every subtle movement that tweaked the lace she wore was a reminder of how thoroughly she'd wanted it, how her hips had chased his fingers like some starving thing. She avoided putting too much of her weight into the chair as her ass throbbed. She stabbed at her salad, lettuce crunching like the keyboard under her desperate hands.

Harrington's cum was definitely seeping into her skirt now, she could feel the dampness spreading, but the thought sent a traitorous throb between her legs instead of the shame she expected. Across the room, another friend waved, her smile earnest, and Kylie's stomach twisted as she forced a grin back. Without realizing, she had shifted back into the performance, presenting an outward appearance of a normal girl even while a battle raged inside her. She didn’t have the mental capacity currently to fully understand that the battle was nearing its end.

Her cheeks were still slightly flushed from her time with Harrington, her voice still hoarse from moaning his name. The tiara's ghost-weight pressed into her scalp again and the memory of his teeth along her neck sent a shiver down her spine. Maya was mid-sentence about Ezra's latest idiocy, but all Kylie could hear was the echo of Harrington's chuckle, the way her own voice sounded. Liam was nowhere to be found.

Her phone buzzed again, but it wasn’t Harrington this time. Liam's name flashed on the screen, his message painfully brief: "Hey. Sorry I've been weird. You're amazing but I just freaked out." Kylie stared at the words until they blurred, her thumb hovering over the keyboard; what could she even say? Sorry my biology teacher fucks me raw every afternoon? A jagged laugh bubbled up, but she choked it down, choked everything down, as she typed back, "No worries, we probably tried too much :)".