#many thoughts...head full

Leighton is a predator, and like all predators he seeks prey.

There’s something fun and exciting about seeing tears well up fear-filled eyes, watching them flinch or tense anytime he so much as glances towards them. Eventually, they always give in, too powerless to fight back anymore, and let him have his way with them.

Breaking those wretched brats is always enjoyable, but sometimes a predator wants something easy.

It’s why he frequents Briar’s establishment; those whores are so willing to take his cock in whatever way he requests with none of the time or effort needed to train them.

He wishes some of his students were this well-behaved.

You end up catching his eye simply because you’re easy prey—constantly in and out of detention, and generally disliked by staff and students alike. He could do whatever he wanted and no-one would care.

Leighton devises special punishments, just for you, don’t you feel special? You should, not everyone get’s the headmaster’s attention like this!

The first time he forces you to your knees Leighton expects you to pull away, or beg, or cry—they usually do—but instead you swallow his entire length with ease. The desperate look in your eyes is almost too much, he can’t help but fuck your throat.

Maybe it’s time to take on a new teacher’s pet?

You’re just so willing, so malleable. You do everything he asks without question, whether it be washing his car, handing over your underwear, or lavishing his cock with attention.

It’s not just simple submission, either; violent brawls litter your record. You want to do this—want to serve him, want to be used for his pleasure.

How unusual, not that Leighton’s complaining.

Leighton doesn’t even have to make up excuses to keep you in detention. If he didn’t know better he’d assume you were trying to get in trouble.

You first call him daddy while splayed on the floor, Leighton’s camera trailing down your naked body. He’d remember your exact words even if he didn’t have a recording of it.

“Daddy, please let me cum on your cock, I need it so bad!”

Now how could he refuse such a polite request from his favorite little pupil? Of course you can have daddy’s cock inside you. But you need to beg just a little more, he can’t spoil you, can he?

You’re such a good little whore for him. He wonders how you became such a well-trained slut, but in a town like this he shouldn’t be surprised. Leighton decides it’s best to not look the gift horse in the mouth.

In all honesty, he quite enjoys your time together. It’s so nice having something for stress relief after those long days of dealing with ungrateful brats. By this point, you’re capable of knowing whether to drop to your knees or bend over his desk just from the expression on his face.

On the rare occasions that you do act out on him, he’ll fall back on old habits—pulling you over his lap and spanking your ass raw. With the way you moan, he wonders if you misbehave on purpose.