Chapter 10: Mr. Griffin Caught me

“You often wear short skirts and suggestive blouses, yes. And I often wonder why.”

Uh oh. About a million questions are running through my mind: how long has he been in his office? With no one else in the building, could he hear me screaming my orgasm at the top of my lungs all the way in my classroom? Why does he look so fucking pleased with himself?

What does he know?

“I like the way I dress.” I say with a shrug. I hope it comes off as nonchalant, and not, you know, terrified. “I haven’t had any complaints.”

“I’m sure you haven’t.”

And he pushes his chair slightly away from his desk, turning towards me so I can see...holy shit, he’s packing something significant. And he looks half hard.

He wanted me to see this.

“What have you been doing this afternoon, Miss Bennett?” He asks, his tone shifting to something more relaxed. He opens one of the drawers in his desk and takes out two glasses and two mini bottles of tequila, and pours two drinks. Um, this is unexpected, totally. Did not peg him for a tequila-in-the-middle-of-the-day kind of guy. What else have I been wrong about?

What the hell is happening?

“Answer the question, Miss Bennett.” He says, pushing one of the glasses towards me. “And drink your drink.”

I’m the kind of control freak who gets nervous when she doesn’t know what’s going on, and, frankly, Mr. Griffin is hinting that I have all sorts of reasons to be nervous. But I can’t help it if I’m kinda liking this unpredictable, in-charge change in the headmaster. It’s sexy.

And the tequila will help me relax, that’s for damn sure. I take it all in one shot, and slam the glass back down on the desk.

“I was just, you know, going over some papers.”

It’s not a total lie. I was getting royally fucked by the captain of the lacrosse team on top of those papers.

Suddenly he slams his hand down on the desk.

“Don’t lie to me, Miss Bennett!” He barks. I’m stunned into silence, my back going rigid. The untouched tequila in his glass is still swirling around from the force of his blow. I’m suddenly very afraid that I’m in trouble.

“What happened to your bra, Miss Bennett?”

Oh, shit, I’m definitely in trouble. For a moment all I feel is dread. Obviously he knows what I was doing; I’m totally up shit creek. It’s like being a little girl again, having been caught sneaking out or lying about something, and just knowing what’s coming is almost worse than whatever the punishment is. For a second I’m right back there as a girl, squirming under his gaze, knowing there’s no way out.

But then I take a closer look at Mr. Griffin, leaning back in his leather chair, staring at me. He’s not actually pissed off. He’s happy about something, though he’s trying to look stern.

And he’s got a chubby.

Oh. My. God.

I’ve never actually done anything like this before, but I can kind of see where it’s headed. And holy hell, does it turn me on.

I feel my nipples go hard under my see-through blouse.

I see Mr. Griffin look at my chest, and his expression changes just a little. He clenches his fist, and I bet he’s getting harder.

“I asked you a question.”

“I don’t know where it is, exactly.” I say, blushing.

“How well do you know Daniel Donovan, Miss Bennett?” His voice is stern, but his eyes are smiling. I have no idea how to answer this, so I don’t.

“I’m sorry?”

“Was he the one who removed your bra?”

I shift my weight from one leg to the other, and bite my lip. This has gone too far now. I could be in serious trouble. Unless it’s all part of the game. Unless...

There’s only one way to find out.

“I’m sorry, sir.” I whisper, and look down.

“That is a major offense, Miss Bennett.”

I take a deep breath, and my chest rises, breasts pushing forward. My nipples are two raised little points straining through my blouse, and I’m starting to sweat. I have no idea what’s going to happen next.

“Come here.” He says sternly, and I walk over to his chair, still looking down.

He pushes his chair out a little further from the desk, and grabs me by my wrist, pulling me closer until I’m standing right at his knee.

“You are not at all what you seem, Miss Bennett.”

“No, sir.”

“You have, in fact, been very, very bad.”

His thumb is stroking the inside of my wrist, and it’s crazy, but holy shit, this is making me horny. He’s right, I’ve been extremely bad, I’ve been lying to everyone, I’ve even slept with a student, and now he knows. He knows.

God, the only thing better than being bad is getting caught.

“Yes, sir.”

“Do you think you should be punished?”

I suck in my breath, and close my eyes.

“Yes, sir.”

And I mean it.

“Do you have a safeword?”

“No, sir.”

He slowly smiles. He knows this is my first time.

“How about ‘book deal’?”

And he yanks me down by my wrist, bending me slightly over him in the chair. I can feel him staring at me, and then his other hand reaches up and unbuttons the first few buttons of my blouse. He roughly pushes the blouse aside and frees my breasts. I gasp, but before I say anything, he grabs my tit and starts to knead it. A hot, tingling wave rushes from my nipple down to my clit, and I can feel my pussy getting wetter. I keep my eyes closed, but I know that I smile.

“Hike your skirt up.”

With my one free hand I hitch my skirt up, but it’s hard to get to on the other side. Eventually I work it up around my waist. He’s massaging my tits the whole time.

“Good. Now pull down your panties.”

I pause, and I guess the hitch in my breath is noticeable, because he pinches my nipple, and then his hand migrates to the back of my thigh. Just resting there.

“I said pull down your panties, Erica.”

The moment of truth. I guess my hesitation is more for show – not for him, but for me. I know what I want. My body is telling me. The more he plays with my breasts, rolling them, pinching them, stroking the nipples, the more I want to feel him inside me. I like being bent over him a little, being prone like that, but I’m also still a little scared. I have no idea what he has in store for me, but I sure as hell want to find out.

I nod a little, and with my free hand I start to work my panties over my hips.

“Faster, Erica.” He says disapprovingly, and grabs the side of the lace, still awkwardly stuck on my hip, and yanks them down around my ankles.

“Step out of them.”

My ass is completely bare.