The Principal's Office by Jasmine Haynes

there was only her fantasy and Rand’s voice.
    “He holds your hands and tears off your nightie.”
    “I’m so scared,” she whispered. But she wasn’t. She was wet, crazy with need.
    “What does he do to you?”
    “He fucks me, oh he fucks me, and he’s so big.”
    The bed dipped as if her masked intruder were taking her. He pinched her nipple hard, and she cried out. “I don’t want to like it, but I can’t help it. My body just wants it.”
    “His cock is huge.”
    She felt his heat, smelled him, that hot, musky, aroused man scent. “He’s so deep.”
    He circled her wrist, holding her arm high so that she couldn’t bring it down. “You love the way he’s fucking you.”
    “Yes, yes, it’s terrible, but it’s so much better than Gary. It’shot and hard and he wants me so bad. He forces me. I can’t stop him.”
    “And you love it,” he whispered in her ear.
    “Yes, yes.” She gasped with pleasure, the vibrator inside, on her G-spot, thrumming, making her mad. And him, Rand, close, watching her being taken, ridden, fucked. For a moment it was so real she could feel the pulse of a man inside her, the slickness of sweat between her legs, the wet sound of a cock slapping hard. Then she screamed, the world imploding around her, inside her, all over her, wet, sticky, hot, sweet, never ending.

9
    SHE DIDN’T OPEN HER EYES FOR LONG MOMENTS. HER BLOND HAIR fanned out across the pillows, and the tips of her breasts were a dusky rose and still hard. His come bathed her stomach, glistening. He reached out slowly, rubbed it into her skin, up her abdomen, around her breasts, over her nipples, massaging the last vestiges of it into her chest so that she would smell him on her when she went home.
    “Don’t wash it off. I want you to sleep with it.”
    Rachel opened her eyes. Then she swallowed, and her gaze flitted away.
    He held her chin, forced her to look at him. “That was perfect. Don’t go embarrassed on me now.”
    She looked dazed. He put his hand to her cheek, his fingers still sticky with his own come, and took what he’d wanted when she’d first walked into his house tonight.
    Her lips were sweet and plump beneath his. He slipped his tongue along the seam, then forced her to open. She moaned as if she’d been as desperate for the kiss as he. Desperation rose andwaned. As he’d watched her hold the vibrator against herself, he’d wanted to be distant, to hold off. But as she’d spun her fantasy around them both, he’d needed to be there, right there. And now he had to have this kiss.
    She wrapped her arms around his neck, anchoring him to her, until she was the one feasting on him. He steeped himself in her for long, sweet moments.
    Then she fell back to the pillow and stared up at him. “I’ve never done or felt anything like that before.”
    He wanted to tell her that neither had he. He’d watched, he’d played, he’d
done
the same thing, but he’d never
felt
with the same intensity. Because he’d never before had a woman for whom all this was new. Her experience was more important than his own. “Tell me about that fantasy.”
    She blushed, something he would have thought was impossible to notice against her skin, already flushed with climax. “I’d never really want to be raped,” she said, as if she had to justify herself.
    “Neither would I.” He smiled, petted her face, her neck, her shoulder, as if he were gentling a skittish animal. “But it’s very hot to imagine waking to find myself tied to the bed by a sexy stranger who was just about to ride my cock. Completely against my will.”
    She snorted. “That’s not the same.”
    He cupped her face, turning her to him. “No. It’s not. But we can fantasize about anything we want.”
    “I used to read romance novels back in the days when the heroines were all kidnapped by pirates.”
    “It was a formative fantasy, then.” She’d stopped reading them, he could tell, but she still trotted out that little female wet