I have to be a bit forceful.

“You mean sex?” Alison is able to get the line out without even a hint of a smile. “I'm sorry, Mr. Patterson. I can't have sex with you, Sir. I'm saving myself.”

“Oh, I know, Miss Miller, and I want to thank you for saving your cherry for me.” I still can't believe I was able to hold off on fucking this pretty little thing all week after her relentless teasing, but I've waited long enough, and Alison knows it. Even now though, she's still playing the role of a shy virgin in over her head.

“I should go now, Sir.” Alison turns for the door, but I reach over her shoulder and close it with a loud 'thunk' before it opens more than a few inches. When she turns back to face me, her doe eyes are even wider than usual, and I feel like a wolf whose cornered a tasty yearling doe. “Please, Mr. Patterson, just let me leave ...” Judging by the way the sentence tails off, it is pretty clear that she knows that's not going to happen.

“What kind of game do you think you're playing, Miss Miller?” She backs away but after only the second small step she is up against the wall. “You sent me all sorts of very improper pics.” I remind her even as my hand reaches for the strap of her sundress. “I don't know what guys your age make of that, but in my day and age that is an invitation for a man to do pretty much whatever he wants.” Alison shakes her head, and her small hand tries to push mine away, but I easily pull the strap off her shoulder, so her right tit is just barely covered.

“Stop it Mr. Patterson. You're scaring me.”

“Good.” My hand closes around her thin neck. “I want you to be scared.” Her hand tugs futilely on my arm but she's not going anywhere.

I have not forgotten the conversation we had where she described how I assaulted her innocent young body and there was nothing she could do about it. Damn this is going to be good! It is surprisingly easy to tap into this forbidden fantasy of taking a shy student and corrupting her innocence.

“I'm going to defile your pure young body in every way I can think of.” I tighten my grip just a little more and lift her until just her toes can reach the floor. “By the time I'm done with you you'll be addicted to my dick.” I could feel her vocal cords moving under my palm, but couldn't make out her words, so I relaxed my grip just enough so she could speak.

“I thought you liked me, Mr. Patterson.”

“Oh, I do like you.” I lean in so my lips are brushing against hers. “And I'm going to like you even more once I get you properly broken in ...” The kiss that follows is long and hard and even though that sweet little schoolgirl struggles and moans, by the time I finally lift my mouth from hers she is panting with excitement.

“I thought you respected me, Mr. Patterson.”