Jan. Week 2: Monday: SRO- Leah said "Cum inside me!" (Suspicion: +?)

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

Leah couldn't bring herself to say what he desired to hear, but her body yielded completely, allowing him to release his load wherever he wanted.

“Cum inside me! Please, I want you to fill me up!” she surrendered, arching her back, raising her ass, and nearly sobbing.

"Ah that's fucking right! Agh you want that fucking cum deep inside you don't you! Aghghgghhg!" He obliged, gripping her hips fiercely, driving his cock deep until it felt like he was hitting her cervix, each hot pulse of semen jetting inside her with urgent intensity. The reality of it made her clench, and he noticed, grinning through bared teeth.

“Yeah, you little whore, you love it, don’t you?” he panted. “That’s what your pussy is for. Taking my cock!” Even after he finished, he kept her bent over the desk, ensuring every drop stayed inside her as her legs trembled, warm cum leaking out and matting her thighs. He spanked her hard, driving his point home.

“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 pulled out of her a mess in his wake. 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. She was just glad she was on birth control. 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 it would probably be dripping inside her all day, a constant reminder that she was completely owned by this asshole. She needed to go to the bathroom and clear it up before going to class.

"Are you fucking happy now?" Leah nearly spat as she looked around the room for her clothes.

“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, making sure it locked.

"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, but Leah was grateful for the solitude. She needed time to collect herself before facing her students again.