Fics By Nani

Shrill ringing echoed throughout the classroom and the building signaling the end of club meetings. The dozen teenagers that were working hard on sorting through their assigned stack of photographs immediately packed the pictures into their assigned containers to the shelves at the back of the classroom.

Indigo James, or Ms. GoGo, as the kids called her, carefully walked around the room to watch, avoiding being knocked down by the hurrying teens.

Instead of packing her own things up to leave, Indigo straightened the containers and closed a few that were haphazardly closed in haste.

Just as the hallway noise died down, she bent over to one of the bottom shelves to rearrange containers. Now she could clearly hear dress shoes against the old linoleum floors but continued on.

The shoes stopped.

Then there was knocking.

Three raps on the door jamb.

She didn't bother to stand back upright, she already knew who was knocking. It was the same knock she heard at least twice a day during school hours.

Indigo glanced between her legs watching her boss leisurely cross the room. His feet stopped a few inches behind her own.

“The bell rang, Ms. James.”

She continued to fix the containers.

“Yes sir. Just didn't want to leave a mess, Mr. Grayle.”

The older man tsked behind her as he moved to her side.

“That could have waited until the morning, especially considering the circumstances.”

At that, Indigo quickly stood upright. Her voluminous, tight coils bounced around her for a moment. The ginger curls framed her round face.

“Circumstances?”

“Students are still roaming trying to leave. Let's say one of your yearbook kids forgot something and came back, they would have seen what I saw. You would've been in some trouble and possibly unemployed, Ms. James.”

His blue eyes gave mostly nothing away. It was always hard for Indigo and the other teachers to read him unless he specifically said anything.

“What did you …” she cleared her throat under his stare. “What did you see?”

A smirk slowly spread across his face as he leaned against the bolted shelf.

“Your dress. While it's very pretty on you, unfortunately it's not long enough for the bending you're doing.”

Her hands immediately went to the knife pleated edges of her dress. Indigo was more than sure she had put biker shorts on but thinking back to the morning she honestly couldn't remember.

“I … I'm wearing shorts. At least I think I am.” Her lips pushed out into a pout before she could stop it. “I must've forgotten. I'm so sorry, Mr. Grayle.”

“First, take a deep breath,” he laid his hands on her shoulders as he demonstrated, smiling when she followed. “Second, it's okay. Mistakes happen. Lucky for you I'm pretty forgiving.”

His hands fell from her shoulders as soon as he felt her relax.

Indigo bit her lip nervously but kept her eyes on him. She followed his gaze from her face to the modest amount of cleavage her dress showed then down past her hips to the brown Mary Jane pumps on her feet.

Her voice was soft the next time she spoke.

“It won't happen again.”

Slowly, his eyes met hers once more. His icy blue eyes were ablaze with what she assumed was wonder. Maybe amusement.

The principal bit the corner of his thumb nail almost in apprehension then abruptly moved his hand to his hips.

“I wanna believe you but,” he sighed. “How can I believe you without some sort of assurance?”

“Whatever you want me to say or do, I'll do it. I can't lose my job.”

“Anything?”

She nodded almost immediately, curls bouncing.

“Close and lock the door. Pull the cover over your window.”

“I'm sorry, what?”

“Oh, sweetheart, don't make me repeat myself.”

His tone was lower than usual. It went straight to her core. Uncomfortably so. But she crossed the room anyway to do as he asked, bumping a few desks in the process.

Indigo tapped her long, coffin nails against each other. Despite nerves, her eyes remained on him. She watched him remove his suit jacket and toss it onto one of the desks. She watched him undo his cuffs while he crossed the room, headed for her desk and rounded it.

He tilted his head to observe her body language.

“Are you nervous?”

“Yes, Mr. Grayle.”

“Henry.” He corrected almost immediately. “What do you prefer? Ms. James? Ms. GoGo? Ms. Indigo? Or maybe … maybe you prefer Honey.”

Her eyes went wide, skin warmed at the mention of her alter ego. Her thoughts were so humble that the words died on her lips before she could speak them. Henry's laugh seemed to mock her surprise.

“I asked you a question.”

She fumbled a few times before she could get the answer out.

“Indigo.”

Perched on the edge of her desk, Henry beckoned her closer. She moved this time without much thought until she stood between his legs. Their eyes met, bringing a knowing smile to his face.

“You have a question for me. Go on, ask.”

“How did you know?”

“How did I know what?”

Guilt and shame passed her face.

“Don't make me say it, Mr…I mean Henry.”

He chuckled under his breath as he moved a curl that had gotten stuck to her lip gloss.

“Mmm … you wanna know how I knew about your Vault account? I get that right?”

She nodded.

“I've had my suspicions since Christmas break. A buddy of mine sent me your link,” he adjusted her curls, pushing them off her shoulders, “After two or three videos, I subscribed to the highest tier.”

“Black label?”

He nodded.

“That's $200 a month. Christmas break was,” she paused to count. “Four months ago.”

Henry shushed her playfully.

“Like I was saying, I subscribed and even though you wear that mask and wig I know that velvety voice. But I thought my mind was playing tricks on me.”

“Until?”

“Until about ten minutes ago.”

“How?”

“In one of your livestreams I noticed something.”

Henry grabbed her waist gently pulling her closer. His left hand fell to the hem of her dress then disappeared under it.

“You have two beauty marks. One big, one small. Right here.”

His index finger rubbed against the skin below the cuff of her ass. Indigo jumped from the contact, bracing herself in his shoulders.

“Fuck.” She muttered.

Covering the moles never crossed her mind because no one who worked with her would see that part of her body. Until now because she'd forgotten to wear her shorts.

Henry had grabbed the camera on her desk while she was lost in her thoughts of misfortune, calibrating it to what he needed.

“Remember the assurance I said I needed?”

Her eyes moved between the camera and him, understanding where it was going.

“Yes.”

Checking it one more time, Henry held it out to her.

“Set it up.”

“Where?”

“You're a smart girl, Indigo.”

Biting back any other comment, Indigo rushed around the desk with the camera to get the tripod she reserved for herself to prevent the students from breaking it. She adjusted it like she'd done a million times at home but this time under watchful eyes.

“Come here.”

He stood once she was close enough, guiding her hands to his tie. She didn't need instructions, it was clear he wanted her to undo it.

“Before I do anything, remember you can always say no and I'll stop. No explanation needed.”

“Yes sir.”

Indigo shifted from foot to foot trying to squeeze away the throbbing between her legs. Her thighs were already slick with want.

He worked the three buttons open then pushed the sleeves down her arms until she pulled them out displaying her lacy chocolate bra.

“May I?”

“Of course.”

Her nerves were closely wearing off. The predicament was something from her naughtiest dreams since being hired by the man 23 years her senior. All school year long, Indigo had done a good job keeping her attraction to him below surface level and maintained the whimsical, good girl teacher facade.

She was absolutely whimsical.

But in no way was she a good girl.

Her breast bounced free and her nipples hardened as Henry pulled her bra off. It disappeared into his pocket.

Their lips met softly at first, growing needier by the second. His hands massaged her breasts gently, purposely flicking his thumbs across her nipples. Tongues touching, Indigo moaned trying to pull him closer to find more friction.

He pulled away with a chuckle.

“There she is. You done playing coy with me now? Done acting like you haven't been waiting for me?”

The condescending tone he slipped into occasionally when other staff got in his nerves made another appearance which made her moan louder. Indigo was never one for degradation until she met Henry. It made her damn near feral.

His grin widened.

“Yeeeah, you are.”

His lips returned to her skin, sucking down her neck intent on leaving his mark however juvenile it might be. Mindful of their surroundings, Indigo tucked her lips to quiet her moans. She held onto his ears as he moved down to her breast. He latched onto the left one, lavished her nipple with his tongue then moved to the right.

“Oh fuuu– Henry, please.”

“Please what?”

His question was muffled because of his refusal to detach himself from her skin.

“More.”

“Yes ma'am.” He mumbled as he pulled away.

Tie back in his hand, he turned her away from him and tied her wrists behind her back. It was as tight as it could be without cutting off her circulation. Hand at the small of her back, Henry pushed until her torso was pressed against the cool metal desk. She shivered at the contact.

“Is that thing recording?”

She nodded then yelped after his hand came down on her ass.

“Use your words, princess.”

“Yes, yes. It's recording.”

“Good girl.”

With the shirt of her dress pushed up to her hips, Henry knelt to pull her matching chocolate thong down, mouth watering at the string of arousal the action left in its wake. Those joined her bra in his pocket.

Kisses on the backs of her thighs up to her ass. He kissed and bit the globes of her ass making her wiggle and whine beneath him. A pop to her left cheek halted her movement momentarily.

“Be patient.”

“Can't,” she whined.

“You can and you will.” He admonished as he stood making a slow show of unbuckling his belt and dress pants. She turned her face to the side to watch him. “Say it.”

“I can,” she repeated breathlessly. “And I will.”

“There she is.”

Pants and boxers around his ankles, Henry palmed his heavy, erect dick watching her muscles clench around nothing.

“Just like your videos, Honey. Searching for something to fill that tight, little hole.”

She nodded her head against the desk.

“Yes,” she moaned.

He rubbed the bulbous, red tip against her folds coating himself in her juices. Dipping in and out of her gently, ignoring how she squirmed under him.

“What do you say?”

“Please.”

“Please what, baby?”

She groaned trying to rock her hips back against him.

“Please fill me up.”

With a firm grip on her hips, Henry pushed in until he bottomed out. His breath ragged as he leaned down to kiss her spine. Her hands gripped his shirt, needing something to hold onto as her moans ripped through her abandoning the thought of being quiet.

“Feels so got damn good.” Henry growled, punctuating each word with a thrust of his hips.

Using her bound wrists as leverage, Henry pumped in and out of her, his freehand grabbing the back of hair pulling her up to his chest. He kissed the side of her face and neck.

Indigo rose up on her toes in her heels to get away from the pressure.

“Ooh where you going, sweetheart? You tryna get away from me?”

Her bound hands pushed at his abdomen until he pushed her back down onto the desk, fingers still tangled in her coils hips still snapping. Their skin slapping, her moans and whines tested the acoustics of the classroom.

“If you want me to stop, you know what to say. Don't you?”

She nodded as best she could but it wasn't enough for Henry. His hand came down on her ass again. Once then twice.

“Yes! Yes sir!”

“Do you need to say it?”

She shook her head.

“I don't!”

“Good,” he growled. “Then stay put. You don't run from me. You understand?”

“Mmmngh…shit!” She cried. “Yes … yes!”

“That's my girl.”

His climax not far off, he planted his feet to maintain his thrust and pulled her head up to look at the camera.

“Open your eyes, Honey. Are they open?”

She moaned out a resounding yes.

“Tell the camera what I wanna hear.”

“I don't … I can't.” She answered in between moans. Her mind had gone blank, she could barely remember where she was and what her name was. “Tell me, please.”

“I got a dumb princess on my hands? You dumb like this all the time or is it just the dick making you dumb?”

Her eyes rolled as he hit her spot repeatedly.

“You deaf too, princess?”

She shook her head, forcing words out breathlessly.

“No … mmm shit … the dick. It's the dick.”

He laughed mockingly behind her.

“I wanna hear you say,” he paused to stave off his nut. “Say that you won't be a little slut and forget your shorts.”

Her body tingled from head to toe but she knew Henry would let her cum without repeating it. She reluctantly pushed through.

“I won't … I won't be a little fuck,” she drug out as her body twitched. “I won't be a little slut and forget my shorts!”

Henry grinned behind her.

“Or you'll spend your free period on your knees.”

She murmured his name repeatedly, begging him even though she knew he would deny her.

“Or I'll spend my … my … free period on my knees!”

“That's a good slut,” he paused and pulled her head back, “Open.”

Without hesitation, her mouth fell open and her tongue rolled out, the tip almost touching her chin. He stared down into her brown eyes with that boyish smile she loved before spitting in her mouth.

“Swallow.”

When he was sure she had, he released her hair moving his hands back to her waist chasing the nut he kept putting off.

“Where do you want it, baby?”

“Leave it in. Leave it. Please.”

“Your wish is my command.”

Henry lifted her leg onto the desk for a better angle, slamming his hips into hers not bothering to mask his groans. She felt too warm, too tight and too good to continue withholding them from her. Her hips bucked back against him chasing her own finish.

“Just like that, fuck, baby.” She pushed softly. “Almost fuck. Please, please, please.”

“Please what, doll?” He asked, trying to focus on her words.

Her hands reached wildly for his shirt only for him to be too far away.

“Dont stop … gonna cum.” She whined.

“Oh you're gonna cum, baby? You're gonna give it to me?” He taunted still pumping. He laughed at her helpless nodding. “No, you’re not. But I am.”

Before the words could register, Henry was shooting his warm, milky cum inside of her. Rope after rope eliciting groans from him and moans from her.

Just as her turn approached, she was empty. Henry had unsheathed himself from her, a wicked grin on his face.

“Please, I'm so close! I'll be good!”

Chuckling, he pulled his boxers and pants up making sure to tuck his shirt back in while she laid half spayed across the desk, heels still on her feet and tie still around her wrists with his cum dropping out of her. With his own phone he snapped a few pictures and a video of the mess they had made.

“Good girls ask before they cum, Indigo.”

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please.”

Henry released his tie from her wrists then helped her stand up straight and face him. He kissed between her brows despite her frown.

“You're too pretty to be frowning.”

“Yet not pretty enough to cum.” She sassed.

His brows raised and his smile deepened until he laughed.

“Good girls aren't sassy.”

She tried slapping his hands away when he was trying to help her fix her dress can which he ignored and did it anyway.

“Maybe next time I'll let you cum.” He shrugged, going to the camera to pop the memory card out.

“No next time. I'm blocking you from requests.”

With a show of flair, Henry stuck the memory card into the pocket on his shirt. He turned his back to her to grab his suit jacket.

“You could but those pretty knees and that throat would be too bruised to post anything for at least a week.” His coat on, he turned back to face her and looked her up and down. Her nipples were hard again from their interaction. “But you like the thought of that. Don't you?”

She folded her arms, trying to act unaffected.

“I'm charging you extra for edging. You asked for the classroom and to record it. Edging was not included.”

Henry approached Indigo, circling her before settling in front of her one more. His hand cradled the side of her face.

“Oh, sweetheart, you thought that was edging? Noted.”

“What does that mean?”

He checked his watch with a rueful grin.