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Emma sprang bolt upright, batting my hand away with her own, "What the hell do you think you're doing you pervert?!"

I flinched at the words, I could feel my world starting to come apart at the seams, "Emma, I - I, I love you!" I stammer wildly, taking a step towards her.

"What? You're sick, get away from me!"

"I can't, Emma, if you only knew how I felt, I just want - "

"I said get away from me!"

I'd reached the point of no return, I'd told her how I felt after all this time, and she'd rejected me. But somehow that didn't matter. In my head this moment never turned out this way, and I was damned if I was going to let it be ruined. She was my all, my life, and I had to have her, now.

"Shut up!" I shouted, and slapped her, hard across the face. She reeled backwards, falling over a chair and landing on her back on a desk. I was standing over her in a moment, and in another, I had her hands pinned above her head. There was a passion, a need inside me that meant I didn't care anymore, that meant I was going to get what I so desperately needed no matter what.

"Get away from me," her voice was much smaller now, frightened. I didn't want to frighten her, but once she knew how I could love her, how could she be frightened anymore.

"I'm not going to hurt you, I love you Emma," I say as I tug at her tie, pulling it off. She lies prone in shock for a moment then starts to struggle. I pin her again, but her whole body is squirming. She is much smaller than me, a petite beauty, and I easily hold her down while I tie her own tie around her arm, and then around the table leg. She kicks at me, but I climb up on the table, stradling her so I am pining down her middle. I take off my own tie, and use it to tightly secure her other hand. She cannot move her upper body now, so I climb off and go to my bag, and retrieve my scarf, and then move over to her bag and get hers, and use these to secure her legs, so she is unable to do anything but squirm her hips. She is finally mine.

"I'll scream," she whispers, tears starting to roll down her cheeks, "I swear if you don't let me up I'll scream and have you done for ****. Let me go!"

Hating the fact that I'll be loosing access to her full, red lips I run to the teachers desk, and in the top drawer I find a role of parcel tape, which I put over Emma's mouth before she can make another sound. She mumbles through the tape, but is powerless to stop me now. I look at my prize, and I am happy.

She squirms as I quickly undo her blouse, revealing a blue satin bra that easily covers her pert 34B breasts. I reach behind her and unclasp the bra, pulling it aside so I can see her small red nipples, hardened by the sudden exposure to the air, or is something else? I run my hand up her thigh, and sure enough between her legs is a growing wet patch. I unzip her skirt and lift it up, to see that her skin coloured tights and blue knickers beneath are not just wet but soaked with her juices.

"This is what you want isn't it Emma? It's what you wanted all along. You might not admit it, but you're body is on my side."

The wave of passion sweeps over me again, and I find myself devouring her left nipple, suckling, nipping, making Emma's body buck and respond to me. I run my tongue over to the right, and repeat the treatment, making her nipples hard and engorged with blood. Then I'm tugging at her now drenched tights, realising that I cant get them off while she is tied up, so I grab some scissors from pencil case and I cut away the entire crotch, and then with a quick apology I cut her knickers away too, leave her perfectly shaven crotch, glistening with her wetness, exposed to me. Now as wet as she is, I finally play out the fantasy that has made me come on so many lonely nights, and I plunge my tongue into the folds of her labia, until I find the hardness of her clit. I run my tongue over it, then start flicking it side to side until she is holding my head in place with her thighs, bucking her hips against my face, and then she emits a high pitched moan through the tape, and suddenly goes limp as she comes hard, and relaxes. My own clit is pounding hard, and now I long for the second part of my fantasy to be fulfilled. I want Emma to love me back.

I straighten up, and walk to the head of the table. Emma looks up at me, the tears gone, and a look on her face that I cannot decipher. I take the corner of the tape in my fingers, and slowly, delicately peel it away. She flexes her mouth a couple of times, and gulps in some air.