The Headmistress's Pegged Boy: Femdom Strap-On Erotic Degradation Romance

Maxwell's footsteps fade down the corridor and the records room door seals us in. Drake has not stepped back. His fingers still rest on the warning form like an anchor, but his eyes track every small movement I make. I know what he is hoping for. I know the exact tone that will make him flush and drop his gaze.

He craves the ruin I can give him. The precise insults that remind him how low he has fallen for his headmistress, the way my authority can turn into something that leaves him shaking and grateful. The strap in the locked drawer would finish what my voice starts, and he would thank me for every inch. The thought tightens something low in my chest that I refuse to name.

If I open that drawer tonight, there will be no going back to the distance we pretended to keep.