The Principal

The Principal [The Pleasure Club] by Lyric James

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CONTENTS Dedication Author Bio ****

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The Principal Copyright© 2008 Lyric James ISBN: 978-1-60088-301-9 Cover Artist: Sable Grey Editor: Tracy Seybold All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews. Cobblestone Press, LLC www.cobblestone-press.com

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Dedication To Anna Leigh... for an absolutely brilliant idea! And to Henry... for always being my inspiration. [Back to Table of Contents]

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Welcome to the Pleasure Club Dear Ms. Moore, We're pleased to welcome you to The Pleasure Club. As you have already signed and returned the contract and filled out all the necessary forms to ensure you received your every wish, we will be in touch with you shortly with the details of your first Pleasure Night. Your Wish List and Pleasure Forms have been turned over to our staff of highly trained Pleasure Guardians, and they are hard at work finding your perfect match. We will endeavor to meet your personal fantasy. When you are contacted again, you will be given a location where your Pleasure Night will begin, and you will also be given a safe word to use should you at any time become uncomfortable. There is no shame in changing your mind. We're here to pleasure, and should your safe word be used, your match for the evening will cease all activity, and the game will be put on hold until a mutual agreement between you can be reached. Once again, welcome to The Pleasure Club. Please feel free to contact the office at any time should you have any questions. Yours truly, The Pleasure Club Management **** Ms. Moore, 6

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Your Pleasure Night will be held at the Carmichael Building in Room 690, Friday, May 2nd. Please knock on the door at precisely 9:00 p.m. Your safe word is Grade. Sincerely, The Pleasure Guardians **** Oh, my God. It's really going to happen. Celeste Moore tightened her fingers on the steering wheel and blew out a deep breath. She slowed down and picked up the directions she'd printed out on her computer, glanced at them, then dropped them back on the passenger seat. Lowering her right foot just a little bit, she watched the speedometer go from fifty-five to seventy. She couldn't wait for her evening of pleasure to begin. She saw a liquor store off the freeway and thought about stopping to get something to settle her nerves, but she shook her head at the thought. She still had about ten miles to go, and she would never drink and drive. Besides, she wasn't much of a drinker anyway. If she even had one drink, she'd probably pass out. Even one ounce of liquor was too much for her. The letter she received said her night would begin at nine o'clock. Her plans to arrive early so she wouldn't chicken out were dashed when her mother called as she was on her way out the door. She couldn't rush her off the phone by telling her she had to be somewhere. Her mother would wonder where in the world she was going at this time of night. She 7

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couldn't very well tell her, "I'm about to go have sex with a complete stranger. And I asked for it." So, she'd waited, impatiently, for her mother to finish telling her about her pregnant older sister, who'd just found out her second child was the boy she and her husband were waiting for. Her younger sister had just gotten engaged to the lawyer she'd been dating for the last two years. This all led her mother to lament over the fact that Celeste wasn't married, didn't have a boyfriend, or any prospects for that matter. She was too focused on her career. Why did she have to go to medical school? Why didn't she just find a doctor to marry instead so she could stay at home and have a truckload of babies? Not. Celeste was on a mission. She would not be her mother or her older sister. Never would she allow a man to dictate the role or plan of her life. Finishing undergrad at the top of her class, as well as medical school, she was now in her last year of residency in anesthesiology. Four more weeks and she would be moving to Atlanta, into a new house and new car, and would be working for a world renowned hospital, making three-hundred and fifty thousand dollars a year. Tonight was her birthday, and she was going to celebrate it just the way she wanted. Medical school took up so much of her time she couldn't even remember the last time she'd had sex. Her friend, Victoria, had confided in her a few months ago about The Pleasure Club. The next day nothing could keep Celeste from writing her own letter. The only thing on her mind had been 8

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finding someone just as fine and sexy. Not that she knew anything about getting sent to the principal's office. She just imagined being punished. Someone bending her over a desk, raising her skirt and doing all kinds of naughty things to her to make her scream. Turning into the parking lot, she let her gaze wander over the other cars until she found an empty parking spot. A glance at the clock on her console read 8:55 PM. She had five minutes. Checking her appearance in her rearview mirror one last time, she applied another coat of lipstick to make her lips shine, and then grabbed her purse and her keys and got out of the car. She speed-walked through the entrance and found the elevator. As it dinged open, anxious flutters zinged around in her stomach. It was almost time. She'd always had fantasies about African American men, ever since she was a teenager in high school. The principal at her school had been so fine. She'd always imagined being sent to the office by one of her teachers for acting up in class. The secret crush she'd carried for him had lasted the entire time she was a student at Southwest High School. Always a good girl, she'd never gotten into trouble, nor had any reason to visit his office, so she'd had to admire him from afar. The fantasy had never died, though. A few months ago, as she'd begun the momentous task of packing up her old room at her parents' house, she'd run across her high school yearbook, and all those memories and desires came roaring back. Then, a few days later, Victoria 9

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had told her about The Pleasure Club. It was as if fate told her to do this. Now that she was here, she wasn't sure what to expect, but she was excited as hell to find out. As the numbers on the elevator slowly lit up, one floor after the next, her excitement grew. She was about to have sex with a total stranger. Instead of being scared and timid, or ready to hit the first floor button to go back down as soon as the door opened, a deliberate smile crept over her face. She needed this night. She wanted this night. Who knew when she'd get this opportunity again? For the next couple of weeks she was going to be tested over everything she'd learned in the last ten years. Celeste was going to sleep, live and breathe anesthesiology. But, it would all be worth it when she got that huge diploma in her hand that said, Celeste Moore, Doctor of Anesthesiology. After that, she was moving to Atlanta, into her new home, and into a career she'd dreamed about since she was sixteen years old. There wouldn't be any time for men, or even a relationship for that matter. Sex would be non-existent in her life for who knew how long. Ding. The sixth floor. Celeste took a left off the elevator, following the signs. I need this. Six-eighty. I want this. Six-ninety. I'm here. 10

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When she looked at her watch, it was straight up nine o'clock. She took a deep breath, smoothed her plaid skirt over her hips and pulled down the tails of her perfectly starched white shirt. It was the closest thing to a schoolgirl outfit she had in her closet. Her heart pounded louder than the rapid knocks she placed on the door. "Come in," a smooth, rich baritone voice said from the other side. I'm really doing this, she thought as she twisted the knob and opened the door. The man who sat on the other side of the desk made the air hitch in her throat. Oh, my God! She took a step back, looked at the numbers on the door again to make sure she was in the right place. She was. How did she get so lucky? When Victoria told her how gorgeous her Pleasure Master the guy was—Officer Drake— she could only hope hers would be too. But this man, whoever he was, had pleasure written all over him. She couldn't tell how tall he was because he was sitting, but his upper body was coated in a dark, double-breasted suit. Blue or black—she couldn't tell because the light in the room was dimmed low. His caramel colored skin made her think of a ripe, red apple and the state fair she used to go to when she was a child. All she ever wanted to do was lick it and lick it until it was all gone, and then get another. Lean fingers were tented in front of him, his elbows resting on the arms of his leather chair. Dark, sensuous eyes and a smooth covering of low-cut hair accentuated his high 11

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cheekbones, regal nose and strong chin. He was a work of perfection. Now ... if only he could fuck. "Come in, Ms. Moore." She stepped into the room. It was big for an office. A small conference table and chairs to the right and a couch and coffee table to the left flanked the large mahogany desk he sat behind. He waved to one of the leather chairs in front of his desk. "Why don't you have a seat?" Still not sure what to say or what to expect, she nodded her head and sat. "It has come to my attention that you got into a little trouble today in your health education class." Oh, she thought with a smile, and sat up straighter in her chair. "I didn't do anything," she said and flipped her auburn, shoulder-length hair over her shoulder, away from her neck. She wished she had a piece of gum, then she could really get into her role of schoolgirl. "Mrs. Brown told me you wouldn't cooperate in class." She shrugged her shoulders and crossed her legs. "Didn't want to." His gaze dropped. "Why not?" He leaned back in his chair. "I just didn't." "Do you have a problem with learning about sex education, Ms. Moore? It is something you really need to know." "No. I don't have a problem learning it. I just didn't want to learn it from her." "She told me you were very disrespectful." "So?" 12

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"Now you're being disrespectful to me. Do you know what happens to little girls when they're disrespectful ... and naughty?" A delicious shiver shimmied up her spine. She couldn't wait to find out. She rolled her eyes at him. "Whatever." When he got up, she almost melted into the leather of her chair. He was tall, real tall. At least six-four. Her gaze roamed the length of him, and a sweet heat she hadn't felt in a long time sizzled inside her. He came around the desk and sat on the edge in front of her. Her gaze zoomed to his dick. Oh yeah. "What happens to naughty girls?" She licked her lips, anticipating how wide her jaws would have to get when she put that magnificent piece of male flesh inside her mouth. Reaching behind him, he grabbed a long, wooden paddle. "I'm not scared of you," she said. But she visibly allowed a delicious shiver to cascade over her entire body. With the handle of the paddle in one hand, he rubbed it back and forth with the other. "Oh, I think you should be afraid, Ms. Moore. Very, very afraid." "You know, corporal punishment is not allowed in schools anymore." She watched him as he stood and moved behind her chair. However, she looked straight ahead once he got directly behind her. When she felt his fingers slide into her hair, grip and gently pull backward, she nearly came on the spot. The thong she wore would be completely wet by the time she left this place. And God, he smelled good, too. A woodsy smell that 13

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made her think of camping and toasting marshmallows over an open fire. "What the administration doesn't know won't hurt anybody." His hand released her hair, moved around to her neck, and lowered to cup her left breast. "Besides, it'll be your word against mine." Celeste's clit began to pulse. She had to physically prevent herself from squirming in her chair to relieve the need he caused inside her. Never in her life could she remember being so aroused, so needy, so desperate for a dick to fill her. He released her. "Stand up, Ms. Moore," he said with force. She got up on wobbly legs and turned around to face him. Only five-four, she had to tilt her head back to look into his eyes. Sinfully gorgeous eyes. "C-can I leave now? You're going to make me miss my bus." Going anywhere but right here in this room was the last thing on Celeste's mind. "You must be punished first." "W-what kind of punishment?" she asked, excited at the prospect of whatever he planned to do to her. He nudged his head forward just a little. "Bend over the desk," he said quietly. She turned around, moved the calendar to the right next to the telephone, and did as he asked. For several seconds, he stood there, making her wait. The front of his pant legs brushed the back of hers. It tickled, and caused her to wiggle her hips. He placed the flat of his hand against her back. "Be still." Immediately, she did. The desk was cool, and her nipples pebbled against the hard surface. 14

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That same hand slid down the right side of her body to her thigh and squeezed. He got closer and leaned over her just a bit, and she could feel his erection against her ass. She twisted against him, desperate for him to be inside her, filling her with his rock-hard dick. She moaned with distress when he moved away from her. "That punishment comes later," he said in her ear. His voice was like honey. So smooth and rich, causing delightful flutters to zoom around inside her pussy. A cool breeze skittered over her when he lifted her skirt and flipped it up away from her bottom. His fingers slid beneath the thin strap of her thong, and for one moment, panic seized in her throat. She could be turning her body over to a raving lunatic. But then she remembered what Vicki had said. She'd told her not to worry. These people were professionals, and they wouldn't hurt her. If she used the safe word, he would immediately stop, and she could leave. The smooth texture of his hands slid over her ass and massaged her flesh, and she felt her pussy water, her answer was immediate. No, she was not leaving. She was not stopping. She wanted this. The tingle of desire, the heat spreading inside her, and the pulse-pounding need to be fucked ... He was a pleasure master. It was her birthday, and tonight, The Principal was going to satisfy her. Thank you, Pleasure Club! Those smooth hands slid lower down her thighs, to her ankles. He spread her legs wider then came back up again. 15

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Dear Lord. His hand was between her legs. She gasped when she felt his tongue lick over her bare flesh and his teeth gently bite down and release. One finger slid between the lips of her pussy. "Are you ready for your punishment?" She inhaled a deep breath. "No." But as she lifted her butt a little higher, begging him to go deeper, her body said yes. But he denied her. He stood up, grabbed her arms, and stretched them in front of her across the desk. Leaning over her, he took a silk scarf, wrapped it around her wrists, then tied the scarf to the arm of the chair. She was totally at his mercy now. Instead of feeling powerless and afraid, a tangible erotic thrill shot through her body. Without warning, the paddle slapped against her ass. She screamed. "Do you like that?" She shook her head back and forth as an uncontrollable wave of rapture came over her. She never knew she liked to be spanked. The paddle slapped again. "I said, do you like it?" "No. No." The paddle slapped again. "Sure you do." A frenzied explosion of exquisite sensation came over her again as the paddle slapped her ass. "Deep down, you know you deserve to be punished." For one minute he stopped, and his hands rubbed and massaged her ass, causing a dizzying explosion of feeling inside her. Then the paddle came down again. She moaned and sucked in great spasms of air as ripples of delight 16

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coursed through her. She wickedly thought that she should get in trouble more often if this was going to be her punishment. The paddle came down beside her. He griped her panties and slid them down, then off her legs. She lifted her feet and stepped out of them. "How do you feel, Ms. Moore?" Stepping into her role as the naughty schoolgirl, she said, "I didn't do anything. Mrs. Brown is just a mean teacher, and I don't deserve to be punished." "Until you own up to your responsibility and admit you were wrong, Celeste, your punishment has to continue." Oh, God, yes. "But that's not fair," she cried out. "Your lessons in sex education will continue," he said, murmuring in her ear. The next thing she knew, her skirt was gone, and he was standing behind her again, rubbing his dick against her. She maneuvered her hips back and forth, trying to ease the ache in her pussy. "I think it's time for ... an oral presentation." She was going to die. She was literally going to die, lying flat, half naked on this desk. Celeste felt his tongue run over hips, the small of her back and just at the top of the crevice between her cheeks. He bit one cheek and then the other, alternating between licking and rubbing, making her spasm with erotic joy. 17

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Then he grabbed her knees, pulled her up, and placed them on the desk. Her upper body was flat against the table, while her butt stuck up in the air. When he blew on her pussy, a ragged sigh of ecstasy escaped her. "You must listen very carefully, Celeste, so you'll understand and feel exactly everything I have to say ... orally ... about female genitalia." "Okay," she said breathlessly as a shudder passed through her. "First, you have the labium majora, or the lips." He licked, and she screamed. "They're soft and liked to be licked and kissed." And he did so, over and over until she moaned and air was forced from her lungs. "Next, you have the labium minor, that thin layer right inside the lips." He spread her wide and the pads of his thumbs moved up and down, rubbing her. "They like to be touched and licked and kissed, too." And again, he did so, over and over until all she could do was groan with pleasure. She fought for short, sharp gasps of air. Her body was numb with cataclysmic desire. And he hadn't really done anything yet. She didn't know how much more she could take. "Then you have the vagina." One of his fingers slipped inside her. "Oh, yes." Yes. "It likes to be licked and touched and kissed and filled." "Fill me. Please, oh, God, I want you inside me." "With what? My finger?" He slipped it in and out, in and out, until she pushed back against his hand. "Or my tongue?" 18

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He stuck it inside and curled it up within her walls, pushing deep. "Yes. Anything. Anything. Just fuck me!" She was on the verge of tears. Not sad ones, but happy ones. Her body quaked with the need to be filled, fucked, anything for a release. "What about my dick? Would you like me to fuck you with my dick?" "Yes! Oh, yes!" "Not yet." He stopped, and she whimpered and cried her frustration. "You have one more part of the female genitalia to learn, Ms. Moore." His finger slid over her pussy, and her back, already arched, arched even more. "It's almost the best part." He blew over it, reached out with his tongue and licked her. "The clitoris. Do you know what that is?" Straining backward, eager for his tongue to taste her, she said, "No. No." Again, he rubbed the pads of his fingers up and down her labia. "Well, it likes to be sucked. Do you know why?" he asked and flicked his tongue over it, back and forth, over and over again. "Oh, shit. Oh ... oh. No. No. I don't know why." "I'll show you." He took one long swipe up between her lips, then settled his mouth over her clit and sucked it between his lips. Hard. And she came. A thunderous, exploding, massive orgasm that shook the very foundation of her soul. Her body trembled on 19

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the edge of infinity. He continued to suck and nibble and lick and suck some more until she begged him to stop. He gently licked her until her orgasm subsided. Kissing each cheek, he said, "Did you like that lesson? "Yes. Oh, yes." "There's more, you know." "Really?" she asked, not wanting it to ever end. "Yes. Really." He brought her legs down off the desk, then released her wrists from the silk scarf and turned her around. Her legs dangled over the edge. "I don't think your lesson will be complete until you learn about male genitalia." Her eyes widened as her gaze lowered. Somehow, while he was pleasuring her, he'd removed his suit jacket and tie. His dick strained against his dress pants. "What is it you think I ought to know?" she murmured, her tongue snaking out to lick her bottom lip. He stepped back about a foot. "I think you should get down on your knees for a closer look and find out." Celeste quickly obeyed. Down in front of him, she reached up, unfastened his belt and pants, and slid them down. She was dying to know what he looked like underneath his expensive suit. His thigh muscles were so hard and defined. He stepped out of his shoes, and she slid his slacks down and pushed them away. His dick strutted upward, large and pulsing right in her face. The throbbing erection begged for her attention.

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He took hold of it, massaging it from the base to the tip. "This is the penis. Just like your clit, it likes to be wet. It likes to be sucked." Celeste replaced his hands with her own, massaging his dick, and she heard the harsh rush of his breath. Good. She wasn't the only one affected. Opening her mouth wide, she took him inside. Her tongue rolled around and around the head, licking and sucking until she tasted the first few drops of his cum coating her tongue. Delicious. Tangy and sweet at the same time. He slid all ten of his fingers through her hair, gripped the back of her head, and guided the suction of her mouth, faster and faster, then slow, and faster and faster again. She pulled him to the back of her throat, working her jaws. She wanted him to come. She wanted to give him the same satisfaction he'd given her. Yes, this was her fantasy, the pleasure was supposed to be all hers, but something in her wanted to please him, too. She wanted him to walk away just as fulfilled as she knew she would be. She would remember him always. She wanted him to remember her, too. Why, she didn't know. She just did. A frisson of sensation skidded along her nerve endings as she worked him inside her mouth. Feeling his hot, swollen dick against her tongue, she knew, was only a precursor to what she'd feel later when he filled her pussy with it. But right now, she enjoyed the sensation of his dick rubbing against her tongue. 21

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He tugged her hair, pulling it against her scalp. "Shit," he whispered shallowly from his lungs. "Hell, yes. Suck it." His hips pumped back and forth as he fucked her face. She looked up at him and was pleased to see that his eyes were closed, and his mouth was open in a wide O of pleasure. He jerked back, out of her mouth. "No," she whispered, reaching for him. "I'm not finished." "If you don't stop that, I will be." He grinned, pulling her up from the floor. "There's still more for you to learn, Ms. Moore." How much more could she take? She didn't know. Her body hummed and sizzled with so much desire, she was on the verge of self-combustion. When she originally wrote her letter to The Pleasure Club, she'd only hoped for a little extracurricular sex before she engrossed herself in her new city and new job. But what she'd ended up with was the most amazing sex she'd ever had in her life ... and they hadn't even officially had sex yet. Celeste ran her hands down his chest, over his shirt, and reveled in the rippling of his hard muscles underneath. Lower, she drew a lazy circle in the light dusting of hair above his penis, then reached below and cupped his balls. "But I haven't learned about these yet," she said and smiled up at him. He sucked in an audible breath, moving her hands away. "Those are extra special," he said and led her over to the conference table. "Why are they so special?" she asked. 22

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As if she were as light as a feather, he grabbed her by the waist, lifted her up, and sat her on the table. Her body was so heated, the coolness of the desktop didn't bother her. Before she knew it, her shirt was off. He lowered his head, closed his mouth over her pebbled nipple and she forgot the question she'd asked. "Oh, you'll find out soon enough," he said. His teeth gently bit the tip. A mixture of pleasure and pain caused her pussy to spasm. Then his tongue, hot and wet, circled the nub as her cunt ached for release. "Now. I want to find out now." "No. Your education isn't over yet." "Please," she pleaded as she ground her bottom against the hard surface of the table, her pussy crying for relief. Never in her life had she begged a man during sex. But this torturous pleasure was sending her over the boundary of sanity. She moaned, and her arms and legs went weak as he nibbled, licked and sucked his way up to her ear, pulling her to the edge of the table. If it weren't for his smooth, warm hands traveling all over her body, heating her up and sending shivers down her spine, she'd melt into a pool of lust on the floor. At that moment, she realized he wasn't fully naked. She reached up and began to undo the buttons of his dress shirt one by one. Each loosened button revealed smooth, nutmeg brown skin that sent tingles straight into her cunt and made her mouth water. So much so, she reached out and licked him, pulling one of his tight budded nipples into her mouth. 23

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He hissed, and his fingers dug into her thighs, pushing them wider. As she finished disrobing him, he did the same to her until they were both gloriously naked and free to look at each other. He was magnificent. Perfect six-pack abs, tapered waist, awesome pecks. She reached around and cupped his ass. It was perfect, too. His dick thrust out, grazing the inner side of her thigh. She wanted him to slam his long, thick, hard cock right into her and make her scream. "I want you." Pulling him close, she moaned, "Right now." She wanted to be full of him. She wanted to feel nothing, ache for nothing, but his cock inside her. It'd been so long since any man had truly satisfied her. In his eyes, the way his tongue delved over his full lips, the way his hot cock had tasted in her mouth, she knew he wouldn't let her down. He'd fuck her and fuck her until she was spent and couldn't take any more. "Right now?" he asked as he pulled her off the table and turned her around. She gasped when he splayed his hands in the center of her back and bent her forward on the table. Looking over her shoulder she smiled and said, "Yes. Right now." "I don't know if I'm quite done with your punishment yet," he murmured and grazed his wet tongue across the back of her neck and down the middle of her back. He'd found the most erotic spot on her body. She squirmed against him and felt his dick against the crevice of her ass. He continued to lick across her neck as she writhed against him. "Oh, you like that, huh?" 24

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"Yes. Oh, yes." He smacked her on the butt. "What about this?" "Aaahh ... please." "Please what?" Did she dare say it? Of course she could. She didn't even know his name. She could say anything, do anything, ask for her deepest, darkest erotic desire, because after tonight, she'd never see him ever again. "I want you to..." She didn't know how he maneuvered it, but he licked a trail from the underside of her breast resting flat on the table, down her side and bit her hip, causing a frisson of wetness to leak from her already dripping cunt. He grabbed her hands and pulled them above her head with one hand, then slipped his other one up under her and massaged her clit. The sheer pleasure of it sent her bucking backward. His fingers moved around and around her clit, massaging and tweaking. She whimpered as her hips made slow circles in time with every erotic caress of his digits. She continued to arch toward his possessive fingers. At that moment, he owned her body. He controlled every breath she took, every sigh that escaped between her teeth, every erotic feeling that singed through her veins. She surged backward just as two of his fingers speared her. How many more times would she come tonight? How many more times would she beg for release? Her principal kept stroking her. His fingers plunged between her lips. They pinched and teased her clit. She moved against him, hot, wet, abandoned. Agonized gasps escaped her lungs. Then, seized by a rush of sensation so intense, she closed her eyes as an 25

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uncontrollable burst of ecstasy roared through her body. She sucked in a sharp breath and rode the sweet pleasure out. "Yes. God, yes." "You've been a naughty, dirty little girl," he whispered in her ear as her body still shook from the torment of his fingers. "Tell the principal what else you want." He grabbed her by the waist and yanked her flush against his cock, and he rubbed it up and down, back and forth against her pussy. She pushed back against him. "Say it." He spread her legs and lifted her a little higher. Teasing her, he dipped his dick inside and back out again. She sobbed with pleasure, wanting him back within her so bad she could scream. Again, he slipped his dick into her wet cunt and back out again. "Please," she whispered. "I won't do it unless you say it." Celeste gritted her teeth on a moan and called out. "I want all of you inside me. Fuck me. Please, fuck me. Make me scream." In one smooth motion, he plunged his full girth inside her. He delved deeper and deeper into her cunt with each rhythmic push. He lifted her hips upward and back against him until her toes barely touched the floor. Her principal grunted with each primal rock into her pussy. Since she could barely touch the floor, she wrapped her legs around his ankles, gripped the edge of the desk, and rammed 26

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her body back against him. Each push, each grind, each time he impaled her with his dick, she matched and met each one. This was what she came here for. This was what she wanted. Mind-numbing ecstasy. Pure, unadulterated pleasure. Sinful waves of joy. The Principal had fulfilled her fantasy. Given her everything she'd asked for and more. A wild, blinding orgasm ripped through her, and she screamed, unable to believe her body could take another. His hard muscled chest came down on her, and he released a harsh groan of masculine satisfaction as he stiffened in release. The last thing she remembered was her principal carrying her to the couch and gently laying her down. Her eyes closed, she felt the soft touch of his fingers over her forehead as he brushed a tendril of hair away from her face. As her mind emptied of all thought, a warm blanket caressed her naked flesh. **** Sunshine beamed through mini-blinds, warming her. Celeste shifted then realized she wasn't in her bed. Her eyes popped open as she swung her feet over the side. A moment of fear washed over her before she remembered where she was. Everything was just as it had been when she walked into the room last night. The phone, calendar, and inbox trays filled with papers were back in place. The chair was pushed forward up under 27

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the desk, waiting for someone to sit in it and conduct their business. She folded the blanket and placed it over one of the arms of the couch. Her clothes were neatly draped over one of the conference room chairs, her shoes up under it. A smile slid over her face. She stood and stretched, her body aching in places that hadn't ached in a really long time. Her feet were silent on the carpet as she walked over to retrieve her things. As she reached for her blouse, she saw a white sheet of paper, a business card and a juicy, red apple on the table. Stay out of trouble, Ms. Moore. Or we'll have to meet again. The Principal, The Pleasure Club Smiling, she glanced at her watch and realized she only had about an hour to rush home, shower, and change before she had to be at her Saturday study group. She picked up the business card, folded the note, and slipped them both in her purse. After one last look around the room, she bit into the apple, chewed and licked the juice from the corner of her mouth. Oh, yes, Mr. Principal. We will meet again, even if I have to drive back from Atlanta to do it. Shutting the door, she grinned and wondered if The Pleasure Club operated in Atlanta. She'd definitely have to find out. The End [Back to Table of Contents] 28

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Author Bio Lyric James writes African American, Multicultural, and Interracial romances with a whole lot of "spice." She spends her days as a middle school librarian and her nights dreaming about handsome heroes and feisty heroines. Married to her own hero, she is the mother of three wonderful children. When not writing, you can find her spending time with her family, reading, or watching her favorite TV shows or Harry Potter and Star Trek movies over and over and over again. Lyric loves to hear from her readers. Visit her website at www.lyricjamesbooks.net **** VISIT COBBLESTONE PRESS, LLC WWW.COBBLESTONE-PRESS.COM ROMANTIC FANTASIES FOR EVERY READER! MAINSTREAM, SENSUAL, AND EROTIC ROMANCE LIT, PDF, HTML, AND MOBI FORMATS AVAILABLE

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