Jan. Week 2: Monday: SRO- Leah said "Don't cum inside me!" (Suspicion: +?)

She tried to maintain the last shreds of dignity as she said, “Don’t cum in me!” knowing it would only make him more eager to try.

Still, the words came out, broken and **** as she gasped.

“Not in me—not inside!”

“No? You don’t want to risk that fiance of yours raising a little bastard that’s not his? You don’t want to ruin your perfect little life?” He laughed, a jagged bark of pleasure. He pumped her harder, ensuring she felt every vein of power and control in his cock, before finally pulling out at the last possible second.

"Don't worry you little slut I'm not gonna cum in you." He said with a wicked tone of malice. But he wasn’t merciful. 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.

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.