A day ago he was telling me what to do. Now, I was towering over him, telling him what to do. He looked so small under my gaze. He couldn't bare to meet my eyes, but he shamelessly looked over my body. His belt was now unbuckled, and he moved onto his zipper.
"Faster...Kenji." My voice deepens with lust as he unzips fully. His name being said sends another shiver down his spine, and he slips his pants off.
"You...you only want to see it?..." He says, his voice weak and clear for his touch.
"You want more than that?" I approach him closer, looking at his boxers that barely hid his aching member.
"I-I mean, uhm, uh..." He sighs. "Please..." He whines softly. His eyes meet mine. They're soft and big, as he gives me puppy eyes.
"Just a few minutes ago you were the one in charge, telling me lies. You've crumbled so quickly...maybe I want to see how far you can fall. See how much dignity you have, how much self worth you have in you...shall I?"
Kenji goes dead silent, his eyes widen. At first I thought he was uncomfortable, but his eyes fluttered closed. He tilted his head down.
"Yes, sir..." He mumbles. I look him up and down.
"Open your eyes. We've talked so much I had almost forgotten... continue." I say, my tone powerful. He looks down at his pants, around his ankles, and his gray boxers. They're small on him, making the tightness even more unbearable.
"Surely that tightness must hurt, no?" I slip over to the door and double check it's locked, before walking back over. Kenji glances at his boxers, stalling.
"Insecure?" I say. He nods, a worried expression on his face.
"Don't worry, I don't discriminate...now, either keep talking or take them off." I command.
"Yes, sir..." He mumbles. He slips his boxers off, revealing his hard, leaking cock.
"Awww, how cute~" I tease. I rub his sensitive tip with my thumb.
"N-ngh...! Stop..." He whimpers, little moans escaping his beautiful lips.
"Hah, you're too cute. Authority, all crumbled at a single question. I ask if you're masturbating and now you're like this...all fragile under my touch... I'm just a student of yours, love. Why am I so powerful right now?" I tease. Kenji looks up at me with puppy dog eyes.
"... because...I want to submit..." He whispers, barely heard.
"Speak up."
"I want to submit to you...sir..."
"Aww, look at that. The teacher calling a student sir. How respectful and obedient." Kenji shivers at my words.
"Shit..." He grumbles.
"No cursing~ Curse again, and I won't lay a finger on you."
"What the fuck?..." He whimpers, his eyes widening as he realized his mistake.
"Tsk tsk. Now I won't advance any more than touching your sensitive tip."
"P-please! Please, touch me more..." Kenji whimpers.
"But you cursed when I told you not to."
"I'm sorry..."
"If I kiss you, will you be a good boy and teach your next class as normal?" I say, leaning my face closer to his.
"Yes, please!" He pleads. As I stare down at his lips, he slightly parts them. They're pink and beautiful, smooth. Like the perfect pink of a rabbit's tongue. I press my lips into his with a rough kiss. Leaving me wanting more, I lick his lips, hungrily.
And then the bell rang. Damn it.
"Put on your damn pants, slut. You have a class to teach."
"Yeah, yeah, bitch."
"Attitude?"