Not well enough

You stayed under her gaze for what felt like hours before you realised she had actually asked you a question, meaning you actually had to respond before she could get any angrier. And you didn’t want to test if that was even possible.

“Uhhh no I don’t think so. Well other than probably seeing me just walking around the school” you lied, trying to keep up the innocent act as you clutched the book you were holding against your chest.

She still looked at you suspiciously but after a few moments she seemed to just give up, not considering it worth the time to interact with you for any longer. You had to stop any emotion appearing on your face as you realised the irony of her dismissing the very person she was looking for as the culprit from the bathroom and watched as she got ready to leave.

“Well, let's keep it that way. If I ever catch you being where you should not be, there will be hell to pay. Do I make myself clear?” she asked once again, making it clear that she was demanding this of you and not actually asking.

“Yes Ma’am” you replied, the formality in your voice sounding foreign to even you as you spoke.

With that she left without turning back, not heading into her office but down the stairs you had arrived from and off further into the school.

Once you felt it was clear, you let out a sigh of relief and relaxed your posture, not realising how stiff you actually were. It felt like the world had been collectively holding its breath and now your focus could return back to everything else that was going on and not just the power hungry ego-maniac that you had as a principal.

You expected Rebecca to return as soon as she heard that her mother had actually left but she still stayed inside her office for a few extra minutes, making you think she had gone in for a reason and not to just leave you outside to deal with the problem on your own.

When she did make an appearance again she slowly opened her door to peer round it, double checking that she had indeed gone before she opened it wider. That gave you a moment to finally put the book you had been holding away as she was inviting you inside.

“Thank you for that. You wouldn’t believe how long she can actually go on for if you let her” Rebecca said with frustration building in her voice.

“Well I did say I’d come and help whenever you needed so just consider it me offering my services. Although I’d be lying if I didn’t say she still scared the shit of me sometimes” you joked, getting Rebecca to smile for you.

“That seems to be a common theme with everyone she’s ever met,” she joked back, closing the door behind you as you entered the office and waving her hand over to the chair in front of her desk, directing you to sit down.

“Well I did fend her off for you while you went inside. I think that deserves some sort of reward” you said with a grin, sitting in the chair and turning it to face her.

“Of course you would. But… that doesn’t sound like a bad idea to me either” she admitted.

She gave you a sly smile back and while her hand was still on the door, she locked it behind her without taking her eyes off of you.

She moved closer and while still looking professional in her work appropriate outfit, she unbuttoned the top button of her shirt and sat down on your lap. She wrapped her arms around the back of your neck and you moved in to kiss her, something she eagerly returned as it felt like you finally had a moment alone with her.

You wrapped your arms around her too, at first with your hands over her shirt but you found yourself quickly moving them down to the hem before feeling her bare skin against your fingers.

It wasn’t a slow build unlike your interrupted play fighting session earlier but a more carnal and eager one that you knew was going to get out of hand quickly, something you were more than happy to let continue this time.

One of your last lucid thoughts was wanting to test Rebecca’s hidden effect some more and see if you could get her hands tied behind her back but she broke the kiss and looked deep into your eyes, all logical thoughts disappearing briefly from your mind.

If that wasn’t enough to silence your brain, she moved her hands from around your neck to rest against your chest, slowly running them down your body as she went to her knees in front of your chair, pushing your legs apart. She kept eye contact throughout and only stopped when she looked down at your crotch, seeing that you were already excited for what was about to come.

This was completely different from her kink, nothing in this really involved BDSM but as her hands moved towards your crotch to get you out of your jeans, you could see the look in her eyes that showed greed and lust rolled together as one, showing her desire for this regardless of the kink that the KDK said she possessed.

You did your best to help get yourself out of your jeans but it was like you were on autopilot, letting your body move on its own as you watched your teacher between your legs, her outfit still complete with only a modest view of her cleavage thanks to her unbuttoned shirt.

Rebecca’s eyes lit up when your cock was freed from the confines of your jeans and underwear all in one go and her hand snaked back up your leg as if she needed to touch your skin before she could get her hands on what was between your legs.

Her hand wrapped around your shaft greedily as if she had been waiting all day for this, letting her hand slide up as she watched a drop of precum appear from the tip. Her mouth instinctively moved forward and her lips were tantalizingly close to your cock before her eyes darted up to meet your own.

It was only then that you seemed to realise that she had been acting on instinct the same as you, only now a flush in her cheeks showing her embarrassment had brought her back to some semblance of control.

You could tell that she was about to get stuck in some sort of limbo where she didn’t know whether to proceed or if she should back away, making you also break out of your stupor to find the words.

Before any awkwardness could take over, you wanted to give her some sense of encouragement as although you were clearly biased in what you wanted to happen, it was very obvious from how she was acting that Rebecca wanted this just as much as you did.