Jan. Week 2: Monday: SRO- Leah didn't say anything. (Suspicion: +?)

Leah knew what he wanted to hear. He wanted her to become the fantasy version of herself—the one with less pride and more shamelessness.

But even now, humiliated, cuffed, the taste of him still lingering on her tongue from before, Leah clamped her jaw shut. She would not. She would not become his fantasy, not on her own terms. He could **** her down, he could use her, but she would not give him the satisfaction of hearing her worship him aloud. She heard her heart pounding in her ears, felt the cold sweat on her neck, but she bit down her pride and stared at him with open defiance.

Roberts saw it, too—the refusal. Maybe it made him harder. Maybe he needed that last little bit of resistance to make breaking her actually mean something. He yanked her up from the desk, quick and rough, pulling the chain of her cuffs until Leah moved to her knees. She felt the palm of his hand as he clamped onto her hair and wrenched her head back.

"That’s how you want it, huh?" he spat, his other hand stroking his cock furiously. His volume dropped to a guttural whisper, more dangerous with every word: "You don’t want beg like the slut you are? Well you are gonna get treated like one anyway."

"Look at me," he snarled, and she did, her eyes defiant but scared. "You’re gonna remember this. Every time you look in the mirror, you’ll see what happens when you fuck with me."

He pumped himself with furious abandon, the humiliation building within her soul. She squeezed her eyes shut just as he jerked forward, his whole body tensing in sadistic triumph.

With a guttural curse, SRO Roberts erupted. The first gush of his cum landed on her cheek, thick and sudden, splattering over her skin in a hot, sticky glob as he ran down between her lips. Before she could even flinch, the next ooze continued to pour out onto her cheeks as he continued to release himself on her face. He continued to make a mess on Leah's face as he jerked himself, his cock's head smearing the cum already there on her cheek as he eeked out what cum he could as he grunted with animalistic pleasure. The smell of him filled her nose, the taste of him clung to her lip. She couldn't wipe it away. Not cuffed as she was. She had to simply hope it wouldn't drip everywhere.

Roberts staggered back, his breathing heavy, his cock still twitching in his hand as he watched her—Leah Williams, on her knees, face streaked with his cum, glare at him through the sticky mess. He grinned, pulling up his pants with a smug satisfaction that sickened her.

Leah could feel the cum cooling on her skin, sliding slowly down her cheek in viscous, pearly strands, pooling under her chin. She glared up at him.

“You little whore, you love it, don’t you? You love cum all over your little face.” he panted. “I guess its better to make extra sure there is no chance of getting knocked up huh? Hell--if you got pregnant who would even know who the father was? Little Jonathan Jr...running around--maybe a Howard--maybe mine." He grunted with sick contentment as he fixed his clothes. His words stung her to her core. It made her sick to think of that. What a fucking bastard. A bastard...she shivered at the thought. He grabbed his set of keys for his cuffs and released her from her bondage. She stood up slowly and felt a sense of relief as she had the freedom of her arms again. Leah rubbed her wrists. She felt she would probably be tasting him all day, a constant reminder that she was completely owned by this asshole.

"Are you fucking happy now?" Leah nearly spat as she looked around the room for something to wipe her face with. She found some loose rags and tried to clean up her best.

“For now.” he grinned wolfishly, recovering his breath.

Leah scrambled to get dressed, her cheeks flushed with humiliation and rage. She couldn't believe she had just succumbed to SRO Roberts' sick fantasies again. As she buttoned her blouse and straightened her skirt, a wave of nausea washed over her. She would have to find a moment to clean up before her next class. Leah grabbed her purse and slammed the door behind her.

"Fucking asshole," she muttered under her breath as she stormed down the empty hallway. The school felt cold and lifeless without the chatter of students who were all in class, but Leah was grateful for the solitude. She needed time to collect herself before facing her students again.