A conversation, and Rose reverts to normal

Panting, you slump on her, loving the feel of her warm young body. Her slender hands caress your face and she leans up to kiss you gently.

"So wonderful..." she gasps. "My God...so...fucking incredible..."

"You were pretty incredible yourself Miss Newton."

"Was I? I barely remember my own name you fucked me so hard and made me come so very hard. All wrapped up tight by fierce Dean Hawkfeather," she giggles. "Good thing I'm flexible."

"You certainly are," you smile, kissing her back before lifting yourself off her compressed body. She sighs happily as she stretches out, her fingers touching the wet pink folds of her cunt.

"I'm so full," she giggles softly. "Full of Dean Cream. I'll be oozing all night. Have you got some tissues?"

You take a box off your desk and hand it to her. She murmurs thanks and starts to mop herself up, smiling happily at you as she works. "You will do this to me again, won't you sir? I've never come so hard. Please sir, say it isn't the last time."

"Misbehave, and you can be sent here to be paddled again," you chuckle.

"But not with cold Miss Headmistress watching," she giggles. "You can paddle me and finish me off with your cock. And I'll promise to be ever so good....until I'm horny again."

"Which I'm guessing means you'd be in here every day."

"Twice a day," she laughs. "There, that's most of it cleaned up. Now I won't have come running down my legs." She rolls off the couch and gathers her clothing, making a show of getting dressed as she casts teasing glances at you.

"You're shameless," you laugh.

"Utterly. It's one of the advantages of being rich. We can be shameless and it's dismissed as eccentricity. It's great."

You nod, keeping your expression neutral, but silently scorning her returned arrogance. Rose is an exciting and entertaining fuck, but you find her snotty entitlement is a huge turn off. She has served her purpose in burning off your frustrated lust, but now you can't wait to have her out of your office.