Jessa James - The Virgin Pact Boxed Set

Before I could back out, he pushed off the desk and moved closer to me.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Jane,” he said, my name rolling off his tongue. “Passing notes in class…” I looked away, my nerves getting the best of me. My pussy wasn’t cooperating though. My muscles there were contracting and relaxing again and again. “And writing about losing your virginity instead of listening to the exam review.”

Slowly, he shook his head from side to side and I felt my stomach plummet.

I’d disappointed him.

“You want someone to take that pussy of yours for the first time?”

I bit my bottom lip at his question and managed to squeak out a tiny “no”.

“I didn’t hear you, Jane.”

“No?” He stopped moving and I found my courage.

Now or never, Jane.

“No. I don’t want someone to take my pussy.” I licked my lips and stared at his. “I want you.”

He was so close to me, just a foot or two away, and I could see just a ghost of a smirk on his full lips. “You want me to take your sweet pussy?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” I glanced up and saw his dark eyes were dilated and focused totally and completely on me. I was a virgin, but I’d had guys look at me like that before. Mr. Parker wanted me. He wanted me as much as I wanted him.

“Yes, sir. I want you to take my pussy,” I said, a little more confidently than last time.

I froze up when I felt his hand graze my thigh at the hem of my uniform skirt. I held my breath as he brushed a little higher, then stopped.

“I need to teach you a lesson first,” he said. Just like that, he moved away from me.

I whimpered, wondering what he was going to do. My heart beat frantically and I bit my lip as I watched him walk over to his desk and open his drawer. He took a ruler out and started to slap the end of it against the palm of his hand. Every sharp snap of noise made my pussy clench. By the time he turned back around to face me, I was shaking so badly I could barely stand. I’d heard the term weak in the knees , but never understood… until now.

“There,” he pointed to the desk, then looked at me with those dark, piercing eyes. He’d never once looked at me like this in class. I gulped at the intensity of it. “Bad girls who break school rules need to be taught a lesson.”

Internally, I was jumping for joy amidst the nerves. I realized I didn’t need to worry so much. I needed to stop overthinking. I didn’t need to worry about Mr. Parker regretting his decision and walking away. If he didn’t want to have sex, he would’ve told me I’d been mistaken and asked me to leave. Hell, if he didn’t want me, he wouldn’t have ordered me to be here today, now, exactly one hour after graduation.

Yet here he was, and showing a different, sexier, and wilder side of him the students would never ever see. Only me.

“Are you going to spank me?” I asked, walking to the desk.

When he just stood there, I realized he was waiting. Putting my hands on the cool wood, I bent my torso over the desk.

He didn’t waste any more time and walked to my side.

“Bad girls get spanked on the bare. Lift the uniform, please.”

Oh my god.

Reaching back, I slowly lifted the hem of my plaid skirt, shimmying my hips as I did so that it rested up about my waist.

I turned my head and saw that he was just staring at my panty clad bottom, jaw clenched.

“No panties, Jane. If you’re giving your pussy to me, that means it needs to be bare and available to me at all times.”

His hands found their way to the elastic of my white lace panties and tugged them down so they rested just above my knees. I could feel the cool air on my bare skin, knew he could see everything.

The ruler came down with a crack and I startled. The searing heat of it had me gasping.

“Passing notes is not allowed.”

He swung the ruler again. I hissed out a breath as it struck a new spot.

“What do you say to that, Jane?” he asked, striking again.

The sting was sharp and hot, but not overly painful. In fact, it only made me wetter. He had to be able to see the effects the spanking was having on me.

He dropped the ruler onto the desk with a clatter.

This time, when he spanked me, it was with his bare hand.

I gasped.

“Jane?”

“No, sir. I mean, yes, sir.” I didn’t know how I was to answer him. I’d forgotten what the question was as his palm stroked over my heated flesh.

“Do you like being over my desk like this? Punished by your teacher, you bad girl?”

“Yes, sir,” I said. That was the truth and he knew it. I wouldn’t be here otherwise. He wouldn’t be spanking me otherwise.

“Do you like the idea that anyone might come in and see just how naughty you are?”

I hadn’t thought about anyone else, only Mr. Parker. I squirmed on the desk, nervous all of a sudden.

“Mr. Park—” I began, but I was cut off when his finger slid over my slick folds, then started to circle around my clit. He started out slowly at first, the feeling building up inside me, until he started to pick up his pace. “ Please finger me,” I moaned and begged. “Please, sir.” I wanted him inside me.

“Patience, Jane,” he said, never stopping the movements of his finger. “Great things come to those who wait. Just leave it to me.”

I closed my eyes and nodded my head, as he leaned forward, his chest against my back. We were now both bent over the desk. “Before you know it, I’ll have my dick in you, pushing in and out and feeling everything inside you. But finger you? What a naughty idea. The first thing you’ll feel in that virgin pussy will be my cock.” To make his point, he ground his pants against my tender ass, all the while his finger pleasured my clit.

My moans grew louder as he continued to rub against me. I could feel the build-up inside me, like something great was about to happen.

I kept mouthing out “more”, and he never once stopped moving his finger. My clit was swollen and sensitive beneath his attentions, my pussy lonely. It had never felt like this when I touched myself. I wanted more .

“Fuck me, please ,” I begged, when the feeling was getting too much to handle for a virgin like me.

“What did I say about patience, Jane?” he said, his free hand coming down on my bottom, the sting mixing with my need. He sounded both serious and teasing at the same time. “I’m in charge. This is my classroom, isn’t it, Jane?”

I nodded my head.

“Are you the teacher?”

“No.” I wouldn’t know what to do, much less lead someone else. Damn it, Jane . I internally reprimanded myself.

“That’s right,” he ran a hand up and down the back of my bare thigh, making me shudder. “Because I’m your teacher.”

“Yes, sir.” The reply came naturally to my lips.

We were going to have sex – I just needed to wait. We’d get there, but I wanted it now . The heat in my pussy was just too much, and I felt like I was going to lose it.

“Good,” he said, continuing to rub his fingers against me as he leaned forward so I could see his face. “Are you sure you want this, Jane? For me to take your virginity? Once we start, there’s no backing out. You’ll be mine.”

Mine.

I nodded my head against the desk. “Yes.” I said it again but louder this time. “Yes, sir.”

“Perfect. Are you on birth control?”

He stopped when I shook my head. “No. I brought a condom.”

He spanked me again. “You’re mine, Jane. And I want to take you bare. I want to feel everything when my cock is buried balls deep inside you.”

I whimpered at the idea of his cock entering me, skin against skin as he broke through that tight barrier. But I was also afraid. I wasn’t ready for a baby. I wasn’t ready for this.