"I do anything you want anyway," I whispered back. I ground against his hand. "Why do-"
"Jason! Cassie! This isn't your bedroom!" Dr. Carlson, the teacher in charge of study hall was walking towards us. He was still across the room when I looked up.
"Sorry," I responded. My face reddened, I'm sure, as I stood up. I worked to make sure not to glance around at the sound of Jason's finger coming out of me, but I couldn't do anything about the shiver that ran through my body.
Jason didn't answer the teacher. He just smirked as I sat down.
"Pull your skirt out from under you," ordered Jason. I flipped it up, showing him my shaved pussy. The plastic chair felt freezing against my ass, much colder than it usually was.
"You know you don't have to threaten me, Jason." I tried to make my voice huskier and more seductive. Anything to not give away the fear I was feeling. "You know I'm yours."
"You don't think I could come up with anything you wouldn't do?" I looked at him quickly before looking back at my own computer monitor. He still had the pictures of me open.
"Obviously you could," I snapped. "Now close those."
"What do I get out of it?" I glanced up to find Dr. Carlson stalking towards us.
"Anything you want! Just close those." The picture opened right now showed my smiling face covered in cum. Jason scrolled down to the next one, which showed me collected it on my fingers. I could guess that the next featured me sucking them clean.
"Say you'll be my slave." Dr. Carlson was only steps away now.
"I'll be your slave," I begged. "Now please close the pictures."
He finally closed them as Dr. Carlson came around the desk and was able to see our screens. Dr. C was a cool teacher, but I doubt any teacher was chill enough to let students look at porn in class. Even home made porn.
"I suggest you log in, Cassie, if you actually plan on using that computer."
"Of course, Dr. C." I immediately started logging in. I hit enter with a little more force than necessary, but he walked off, muttering under his breath.
"Don't do that!" I smacked Jason on the shoulder. Usually he would have just smirked at me, maybe taunted me, but this time he caught my hand right after it hit.
He was smirking, but it seemed different somehow. "Cass, you don't get anymore say in what we're doing."
"Jason-"
"Shove this in your ass." He was holding a sharpie. I snatched it out of his hand.
"Fine." I started to stand up, but Jason grabbed my thigh.
"Do it here, and don't use any lube." I glanced around the room. A couple people were looking at us, but when I glared, they turned away and started whispering to each other.
"No lube?" I asked. We'd done anal before, but we'd used lube. Plenty of lube and it had still hurt.
"None. And now I'm getting impatient." He opened back up his email.
"Ok, ok." I rose off the chair slightly, and stuck the sharpie between my legs. My pussy was drenched, and I swiped the marker across it before lining it up against my ass hole.
Jason leaned over. "Shove it in. Now."
I shook slightly, closing my eyes. Biting my lip, I pushed down on it. Without any lube I felt the skin around my hole holding onto the sharpie. I sucked in a breath, and put more of my weight on it. My eyes snapped open. It felt like it was tearing its way in, little by little. It might have barely been moving, but every twitch felt like it was another step, another edge that it was catching on then falling off.
Suddenly, I felt Jason's breath on my neck. "Cover your mouth."
I put my hands over my mouth, wondering why. He felt them, roughly.
"Tighter," he demanded. I held them tighter, then nearly screamed as he rammed me down the rest of the way on the sharpie.
I gasped frantically, while he went to the pencil sharpener. I had finally caught my breath when he got back, but I still couldn't get myself to talk. It felt like he had torn me open.
He gave me a peck on the cheek when he came back. "You'll need to put that back in later."
"What?"
"I want you to write on yourself with it next period."
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