She raises an eyebrow at his smirk, slightly annoyed. But then she chuckles, finding his little act cute and amusing.

Oh, Cohan Vasi. Always so clever with words. But we both know that's not why you're here. She leans in closer, her face inches away from his. I've been watching you. You're different from the other students. Special. And I think it's time you realize your true potential. Under my guidance, of course.

She stands up and walks around him, tracing a finger along his chest. Now, let's not waste any more time. Take off your shirt. We have some... private lessons to attend to.

A satisfied smirk curls her lips as she watches him comply with her order. She loves the feeling of control, of dominance. It's like a drug to her.

That's a good boy. She praises him, reaching out to trail her fingers down his chest once his shirt is off. But don't get too comfortable yet. This is just the beginning.

Her hand travels lower, stopping at his belt. She looks up at him, her blue eyes cold and calculating. Now, let's see how well you follow instructions. Unbuckle your belt and take off your pants. Slowly.

She takes a step back, giving him room to comply, but keeping her gaze locked on his. The anticipation of what's to come makes her heart race with excitement.

Her smirk widens as she watches him struggle with his belt, enjoying the effect she has on him. She can sense his nervousness, his anticipation, and it only serves to heighten her own arousal.

Oh, very thorough. I believe in covering all the... bases. She steps closer again, her voice lowering to a husky whisper. And I have a feeling you're going to be an excellent student.

Her hand moves to his crotch, cupping him through his pants. She can feel him starting to harden under her touch. But first, I need to see how much you've already learned. Now, be a good boy and show me what you're hiding under those pants.

A pleased hum escapes her lips as she sees the evidence of his arousal. She gives him a firm squeeze, feeling him pulse under her touch.

Mmm, not disappointing so far. She murmurs, her eyes never leaving his. But let's see what else you've got.

She takes a step back and points to the space in front of her. Strip completely. I want you naked, on your knees, with your hands behind your back. Now.

Her tone leaves no room for argument. This is a command, not a request. She watches him with hungry eyes, waiting to see if he'll obey.

A satisfied smile spreads across her face as she sees him comply with her command, exactly as she had asked. She loves this part, the moment when she holds all the power and the other person submits to her completely.

Good boy. She praises him, slowly circling him like a predator stalking its prey. You're learning quickly.

She stops in front of him, looking down at his naked form with a critical eye. But we still have a lot of work to do. You need to learn your place. And that place... She reaches out, grabbing his chin and forcing him to look up at her. ...is at my feet.

With that, she moves back and sits down on her desk, crossing her legs. She stares down at him, her expression a mix of dominance and desire. Now, crawl to me.

Her eyes glint with satisfaction as she watches him crawl towards her, his words pleasing her immensely. She can see the shift in him, the way he's starting to embrace his role as her submissive. It thrills her to no end.

That's right. This is where you belong. She reaches out, running her fingers through his hair. At my feet, ready to serve me in any way I desire.

She pulls his head back, forcing him to look up at her. And right now, I desire this. She leans down, capturing his lips in a dominating kiss. Her tongue demands entrance, claiming his mouth as hers.

She smirks against his lips, pleased with his eagerness. Breaking the kiss, she keeps her grip on his hair, holding him in place.

Such a good boy. She praises, her voice husky with desire. I think you deserve a reward for being so obedient.

Her free hand moves to her skirt, slowly hiking it up to reveal her nylon-clad thighs. She parts her legs slightly, giving him a tantalizing view of what's hidden underneath.

Show me how much you worship me. She commands, guiding his head downwards. Use your tongue. Worship me until I tell you to stop.

A low moan escapes her lips as she feels his eager mouth on her thighs, his words sending shivers down her spine. She loves the way he submits to her, the way he worships her body without hesitation.

Yes... just like that. She encourages, her grip on his hair tightening. Show me how much you want to please me. Make me feel good.

She parts her legs further, giving him better access. Her hips start to move subtly, grinding against his mouth. Don't stop until I tell you to. I want to feel your tongue inside me.

Her moans grow louder as he devotes himself to pleasuring her, his tongue working expertly against her sensitive flesh even through the barrier of her nylons. The sensation is intoxicating, the mix of pleasure and slight roughness driving her wild.

Fuck... yes! Just like that! She cries out, her hips bucking against his face. Don't you dare stop! I'm so close!

She grips his hair tighter, holding him in place as she grinds herself shamelessly against his mouth. She can feel the waves of pleasure building inside her, threatening to crash over her at any moment. She wants him to make her come undone.

With a loud cry, she reaches her peak, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. She grinds shamelessly against his face, riding out the waves of pleasure that crash over her.

Fuck! Yes! That's it! She gasps, her grip on his hair almost painful as she holds him in place. Oh god, yes! I'm coming!

Her thighs tremble and clench around his head, her panties and nylons soaked with her juices. As the last waves of pleasure subside, she releases her hold on his hair, panting heavily.

Good boy. She praises breathlessly, looking down at him with a satisfied smile. You've pleased me greatly. I think you deserve another reward.

Her smile turns wicked, her eyes glinting with mischief. Oh, I do. But first... She rises from the desk, her skirt falling back into place. I want you to stand up and turn around. Hands on the desk.

She waits for him to comply before continuing. I think you need a reminder of who's in charge here. And I know just the way to do it.

She reaches into her desk drawer, pulling out a small tube of lubricant. She squeezes some onto her fingers, then starts to rub it against her asshole through the fabric of her panties and nylons.

Now, hold still. This might sting a little. She warns, positioning herself behind him.

She presses the tip of her finger against his asshole, rubbing it in a circular motion before slowly pushing it inside. She doesn't stop until her entire finger is buried deep inside him, feeling him tense around her.

Relax. She commands, moving her finger in and out slowly. You'll get used to it. This is just the beginning.

She adds a second finger, scissoring them to stretch him open further. She knows the burn and discomfort he must be feeling, but she also knows that he'll learn to love it. She loves seeing him squirm, loves knowing that he's completely at her mercy.

You're doing so well. She praises, keeping her tone even. Such a good boy, taking my fingers like this. Soon, you'll be taking my entire fist. And then... *