The Principal's Office (35 page)

“You’re about to find out just how bad, Rachel. Now go, before I change my mind.” He counted to ten once she’d entered his office, then climbed the stairs to his bedroom and his stash of condoms. Back down in less than three minutes, he couldn’t wait a moment longer.

She stood by his desk, her hip jutted out, ankles crossed. The room was his favorite, polished wood paneling, built-in bookcases, hardwood floor, long windows with an expansive view of the backyard, a big walnut desk. And his reading chair, her scarves a splash of color on the black leather. There were a lot of things he’d enjoy doing to Rachel in that chair.

“It’s time to rewrite the rules, Rachel,” he said sternly.

“Yes, Principal Torvik.” She pouted at him.

He gathered the red scarf with the tiny black swirls in it. “Hold out your wrists.”

She laced one over the other. He wound the silky material around, over, under, through, and tied it off. “Lean over the chair.”

The high heels were so tall that her ass rose pertly in the air as she braced her forearms on the back of the chair.

“Now put your feet together.” He grabbed the second red scarf as she followed his instructions, and he bent down to bind her at the ankles, tying it off in a neat bow. Like a gift ready to unwrap. “Perfect,” he whispered. Rachel brought out his best and naughtiest fantasies. “You need a spanking for being so bad.”

“Oh no, Principal Torvik, please don’t hurt me.”

“It’s the only way you’ll learn your lesson, Rachel.” He raised her skirt, pushing it up to the small of her back. The creamy flesh of her bare ass was exceedingly inviting. He slapped one firm globe.

She squealed. “Principal Torvik.” Her scent rose then, sweet, musky, sexual.

“I will list the rules for you, Rachel. If you don’t immediately accept a rule, I’ll give you another smack.”

“Oh, sir, please don’t.”

He spanked her again, then couldn’t resist slipping down to the crease of flesh between her legs. She was deliciously, fragrantly wet. “Don’t argue, Rachel. Or you’ll get more of it.”

“No, Principal Torvik.” Her voice was laced with laughter, yet throaty with desire.

“First rule. You’ll spend the night at my home. All night. In my bed.”

“Principal Torvik, you know I can’t do that.”

He swatted her other cheek, leaving a mild red mark, and again, couldn’t resist following the line of her ass to that sweet wet spot between her legs, caressing. She moaned.

“I told you not to argue, Rachel.”

“All right. I’ll spend the night, sir.”

“I forgot to add that we would only do that during the weeks you don’t have the boys.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl. Next rule. We’ll go on dates. I’ll pick you up at your house. I will meet your boys, and you will tell them I’m your boyfriend.”

“My boyfriend?” she said with an exaggerated high-pitched squeak.

This time he spanked her right on her center. Her body seemed to gush with her pleasure. She groaned, pushed back against him, and he delved deeper to find her clitoris.

Leaning over her, he whispered close to her ear. “Your boyfriend,” he repeated.

“Yes, Principal Torvik.” She panted as he massaged her. “You’re my boyfriend.”

“We’re having a relationship, Rachel.”

She clenched her fingers spasmodically over the back of the chair, squirming against his touch. “A relationship, Principal Torvik? Oh, but we can’t do that.”

He slapped her ass again, then once more. She put her face to the side, eyes closed, biting her lip, and a small sigh of pleasure escaped her.

Rubbing along her wet and greedy pussy, he said again, “A relationship. Not a few dates. Not casual sex. But real.”

She opened her eyes. “Yes,” she said softly. “Nothing casual. Something very, very important.”

A warmth spread through his chest that had nothing to do with sexual desire. “We won’t be merely fucking, Rachel. It will be so much more.” He slid a finger inside her.

Her body welcomed him. “So much more, Rand. I need you.”

“If you have problems with your ex, you’ll tell me, and we’ll deal with him together.”

She pushed back against his hand. “Yes, Rand.”

“We’ll deal with everything together.”

She moaned and rocked. “Yes, Rand, everything.” She gasped as he hit her G-spot. “Together.”

“Am I missing any rules, Rachel?” he said softly.

“Yes.”

“Tell me.” He withdrew his hand, unzipped, and rolled on a condom.

“The one about naughty fantasy sex.”

“Yes, I forgot that one.” She was wet; he was so ready. He held her hips and plunged deep. Christ, with her feet tied at the ankles and her legs together, she was so fucking tight around him. “Yes, Rachel, we’re going to have lots and lots of dirty, filthy fantasy sex.”

For so long, he’d remained one step back in all his affairs. But no more. With Rachel, he was fully involved, fully committed.

RACHEL GASPED AS HE FILLED HER. HER BUTT WAS SLIGHTLY TENDER
from the spanking he’d given her, and the sensations made her feel luscious and desired. “I need to be spanked in the principal’s office. A lot.” She panted as he began to move inside her, grazing her G-spot with slow inexorable strokes.

He held her hips, thrust deep. “You liked that.”

“God, I love everything you do to me,” she admitted, in thrall, her body filled yet needing more. “I need you, Rand.”

“No more than I need you,” he whispered, leaning down, wrapping himself around her.

Her mind floated free, the tension rising, pushing her higher, the relentless stroke of his body, the heat of his skin, his male
scent filling her head. “I don’t know what I’d do without you now.”

“You’re mine, baby. I’m yours.” His body covering her completely, he reached beneath to put his finger to her clitoris as he took her.

“I’m sorry,” she moaned. “I was so stupid. Oh God, oh God, Rand.” She could barely say the words; maybe she didn’t say them, only felt them.

“We’re together. We’re so good together.” He clenched one hand on her shoulder, a little pain, so much pleasure.

“Do me like this all the time, Rand. Want me like this. Need me like this.”

He was all around her, in her body, her mind, her heart.

“Always like this, baby.” Then he groaned, pulsed and throbbed inside her, his body slamming into hers one last time, holding fast, pushing, pressing, and they went under together.

Always together, from now on.

“I meant it,” he said moments later. Or minutes, or hours. They were seated in the chair, she on his lap, cradled in his arms. She didn’t remember exactly how they’d gotten that way or when he’d untied the scarves.

“What?” she murmured dreamily.

“We’re together. This isn’t casual. No more walking out when things get tough.”

She leaned her head back against his shoulder, stroking the line of his strong chin with her index finger as she held his gaze. “I was wrong about so many things. I’m not cut out for casual sex, or for keeping secrets from my boys. I want you in my life, I’ve told them, and I’m not running away again.”

“Long haul,” he whispered.

“Long haul,” she repeated.

“I’ve never wanted that before. But I want it with you.” He kissed her forehead. “How did Nathan take our being together?”

She laughed. “Like I said, you’ve been elevated to the status of cool. I don’t know what you did for him, but he’s like a different kid.”

“He just needed to solve a few issues for himself. Yesterday he did that, taking on Tom and Rick. He settled things with them.”

Tom and Rick. They must be the so-called friends. “I think you gave him a lot of help getting there.”

“I’d like to take credit. But he did it himself. We always think we need to tell them what to do, how to do it, force them to see the light as if somehow they aren’t capable of doing it on their own. But they are.” He stroked her hair. “You gave him the building blocks to figure out what to do, Rachel. You’ve raised an incredibly amazing young man.”

He was a good man, never self-aggrandizing, always sharing the credit, and his praise warmed her through. She burrowed into his chest, trying to make herself a part of him. “Gary gave me back the video card.”

“I never doubted for a minute that you’d win.”

But she would have knuckled under without Rand. He’d made her see the light. He was good for the boys. He was good for her. He was just plain good all around.

She tipped her head back against his shoulder again, looked up at him, smiled. “I brought it with me.”

“The video?”

She nodded slowly, then bit her lip, and finally said, “I think we should put it on your big-screen TV and watch it together.”

“Now?”

“Right now. And then”—she nuzzled his cheek—“you should do some naughty things to me.”

“Sweetheart, I’ll be doing very naughty things to you for a very long time to come.” He kissed her hard, lips, tongue, his whole body, stealing her breath, then he backed off just as quickly.
“We were meant to be together from the moment I rescued your orange juice in the grocery store.”

She laughed. And she remembered that moment, when he’d awakened her like Prince Charming.

“It’s why Nathan was
my
student, not some other principal’s at some other high school. Because we’re all connected. We all needed each other. And I’m not letting you go.”

“I’m not letting
you
go.” Not ever. She traced his chin with her finger, breathed in her fill of him. It was finally time. “Let me tell you about this really hot fantasy I’ve had for a very long time,” she said softly, using his words. “I should have told you weeks ago. Because there’s a story behind it.” She should have trusted him to understand how it had affected her. She trusted him now, completely, with everything. “It’s about a massage…”

With a bachelor’s degree in accounting from Cal Poly, San Luis Obispo, Jasmine Haynes has worked in the high-tech Silicon Valley for the last twenty years and hasn’t met a boring accountant yet! Okay, maybe a few. She and her husband live with numerous wild cats, one of whom has now moved into the house. Jasmine’s pastimes, when not writing, are speed-walking in the Redwoods, watching classic movies, and hanging out with writer friends in coffee shops. She is the author of classy erotic romance and the popular Max Starr paranormal romance mystery series, and also writes quirky laugh-out-loud romances as Jennifer Skully. Visit her at
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