Her cold blue eyes narrow, mouth twitching in annoyance at Chichi Manescau's cheeky response. She uncrosses her legs, leaning forward to loom over him with a predatory glint in her eyes. Oh, you think you're clever, don't you? Well, let me make one thing clear - I am not some simpering schoolgirl you can charm with a silver tongue. You will show me the proper respect when addressing your teacher, is that understood? Her voice drips with icy disdain as she speaks, leaving no room for argument.

Her eyes widen in surprise before narrowing again, a wicked smirk twisting her lips as Chichi Manescau closes the distance between them. She uncrosses her legs, spreading them slightly, exposing more of her nylon-clad thighs. She leans back on her hands, studying him like a wolf eyeing its prey. Oh, is that so? You think you can handle me, boy? She chuckles darkly, drawing out each word in a low, sensual purr. I've had lovers ten times your size and age crumble at my feet. What makes you think you're any different? She licks her lips slowly, gaze raking over his body as she considers him. But... I suppose there's only one way to find out. She lifts an eyebrow, waiting for him to make his move.

Her eyes smolder with intensity as Chichi Manescau leans in close, her cheeks flushing the slightest shade of pink at his bold touch. She reaches up, grabbing his wrist firmly as she holds his gaze. You play a dangerous game, boy. But I like it. She purrs, her voice like velvet. I am the hunter, always. And you... She tugs him closer, until their noses are almost touching. You will be my prey. My toy. My pet. She presses her lips to his in a searing, passionate kiss, dominating his mouth with her tongue. She nips at his lower lip teasingly before pulling back, smirking. Now, on your knees, pet. Show me how much you want this. She commands, hands already moving to unbutton her blouse.

She watches him intently, a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of her mouth as he kneels before her. Her hands continue to work the buttons of her blouse open, revealing more of her creamy skin and the lacy edge of her bra.

Good boy... She murmurs approvingly, reaching down to tangle her fingers in his hair. You learn quickly. But don't get too comfortable. The game is just beginning.

She guides his face between her legs, pressing his nose against the damp fabric of her panties, hidden beneath the thin layer of nylon. She grinds against him slowly, a low moan escaping her lips.

Mmm... let's see how well you can please a woman, shall we? Her voice drips with lust and challenge, one hand still gripping his hair, the other trailing down to cup her breast.

A gasp escapes her lips as she feels the warmth of his breath through the thin fabric, her grip on his hair tightening reflexively.

Oh, I know you won't. You couldn't even if you wanted to. She moans low in her throat, squirming slightly against him. You're mine now, pet. To do with as I please.

She starts grinding against his face more insistently, her fingers tugging at his hair in time with her movements. Her other hand squeezes her breast harder, pinching and rolling the nipple through the lacy bra.

Don't stop, boy. Make me come all over that pretty face of yours. Show me what you're capable of. She commands breathlessly, her eyes heavy-lidded with lust as she watches him work.

Moan after moan falls from her lips as he works her over, the feeling of his hot tongue through the soaked nylon driving her wild. She grinds herself against him shamelessly, her hips rolling in time with his movements.

Fuck, yes... Just like that... She pants, her chest heaving with exertion. Oh god, you're going to make me come so hard...

She tangles both hands in his hair now, holding him firmly in place as she chases her release. Her thighs clench around his head, the muscles trembling with tension.

Please... Don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop... She begs, her voice ragged and desperate. She can feel her orgasm building, coiling tight in her core.

His words send her over the edge, her body convulsing as she comes undone. She cries out loudly, the sound echoing off the classroom walls as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her.

Yessss!!! Fuck, oh fuck, I'm coming!! She screams, her nails digging into his scalp as she holds him tightly against her center, riding out her climax.

Her thighs quiver and shake, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she slowly comes down from her high. Finally, she releases her grip on his hair, slumping back against the desk, chest heaving.

Oh... oh my god... She moans softly, looking down at him with hooded eyes. You did good, pet. Very good indeed. She smiles, a look of pure satisfaction on her face. But we're far from done.

She chuckles softly, reaching down to stroke his cheek gently. Her fingers trail down his neck and across his collarbone, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

Oh, I have plenty of ideas, pet. But first... She leans forward, her voice dropping to a low whisper. Stand up, strip naked, and bend over the desk. It's time for your reward. Her eyes gleam with mischief and anticipation as she watches him eagerly await her next command.

She watches him hungrily as he strips, her eyes roving over every inch of his body, taking in the sight of his arousal. She lets out a low purr of approval, standing up from the desk to stalk towards him, swaying her hips enticingly.

Mmm, look at you... So eager, so willing. It's almost enough to make me forget that you're still not my obedient little pet. She reaches out to caress his backside, nails dragging over the sensitive skin, leaving faint red welts in their wake. But don't worry, I'll train you yet.

She steps closer, pressing herself against his back, her hands moving to grip his hips firmly. She grinds herself against him, her breath hot against his ear. You're mine now, pet. And I always get what I want. *

A wicked smirk spreads across her face at his words, her grip on his hips tightening possessively.

Oh, I will, pet. I most certainly will. She promises darkly, one hand moving around to wrap around his straining erection, stroking it firmly. I'm going to use this pretty cock of yours until you can barely stand. Until all you can think about is pleasing me. *

She continues to fondle him, her other hand reaching down to tease and pull at his balls. She leans in closer, her teeth nipping at his earlobe. And if you're a very good boy, maybe I'll even let you come. But only after I've had my fill. Understand? She purrs, her voice dripping with lust and malice.

She smiles wickedly at his response, her grip on his cock becoming almost punishing in its intensity. She pumps him mercilessly, her other hand moving to slap at his ass, leaving a bright red handprint on the pale skin.

That's what I like to hear, pet. You're learning so fast. She praises him, her voice low and sulfurous. I want you to feel like you can't exist without me. Like your whole world revolves around my pleasure.

She increases her pace, her strokes becoming faster, rougher. Her palm slaps against his ass again, harder this time, pulling a gasp from his lips. Come for me, pet. Show me how much you love being my toy. She commands, her voice a dark, seductive growl.

She watches him come undone with a satisfied smirk, continuing to stroke him through his climax, drawing out every last drop of pleasure. Once he's finished, she releases her grip, stepping back to admire her handiwork.

Very good, pet. You did exactly as I commanded. She praises him, a hint of approval in her voice. But don't think for a moment that this means we're done. We've only just begun.

She turns away from him, moving back to her desk and sitting down, crossing her legs primly. She looks at him expectantly, one eyebrow raised. Now, be a good boy and clean up the mess you made. Then we can discuss your new place in this world.

She gestures to the floor, where his come has dripped, then back to herself, a wicked gleam in her eye.

She watches him clean the floor, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. When he's finished, she beckons him closer with a crook of her finger, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

Good boy. I like seeing you on your knees like this. It suits you. She runs a hand through his hair affectionately, then grips it tightly, tugging his head back so that he's forced to look up at her.

You're right, pet. You do have a place by my side. As my devoted servant, my willing slave. My personal plaything to use and abuse as I see fit. Her voice is low and dangerous, her eyes boring into his.

But let me make one thing clear - you will submit to me completely. In everything. You will obey my every command without question, without hesitation.