My cheeks flushed red, and I stood up from my seat. "No! I'll go, uh … get some of my pictures that I've taken.

They're in my room. It's much better than a picture on a phone. You can't ever see anything on those things. I'll be right back," I said, leaping out of my chair.

Before I left the room, I gave Mr. Williams a pointed stare, trying to tell him that I was going to go get that damn vibrator and put it inside of me. For him.

"Fuck!" I said once I rushed into my room. "This really can't be happening."

I searched for a picture that looked semi-decent to bring down to show my parents. Luckily, I found one that Ada had taken a few years ago that she gave me.

I removed it from the frame and then grabbed my vibrator and buried it inside of me. A soft vibration pulsed through my core, and I silently cursed. This was going to be a long night.

When I made it back downstairs, I gave my parents the picture and sat with my legs crossed on my chair, my panties soaked. Mr. Williams was smirking at me.

It's inside. I hope you're happy, I texted him.

I'm more than happy, he said.

He put down his utensil and slipped his hand under the table. I closed my eyes and gripped the bottom of my seat, core tightening around the vibrator. The pressure built between my legs, and I tried to pull myself out of the dirty, dirty thoughts that I was thinking about, like Mr. Williams thrusting himself inside of me.

"Mila! This picture is beautiful!" Mom said.

I gave her a forced smile and glanced at Mr. Williams. I knotted my eyebrows together. The pressure was too much. If this continued, I was going to come apart right here in front of everyone.

Mr. Williams loosened his collar slightly and reached for his phone. I just want to bend you over this table and pound into you.

My legs trembled at his words. I clenched my jaw, trying to keep a neutral expression.

"So, Mila, when did you get into photography?" Mr. Williams asked.

I pulled my seat in, hips moving slightly against the seat itself. Everyone stared at me, waiting for my answer.

"I, uh, I started … like … maybe …" I said. I could barely focus. I pressed my breasts against the table, loving the cold feeling of marble against my nipples. "Uh …"

Mr. Williams smirked.

"Three months ago … maybe?"

"Do you like it?" he asked. I could taste his hunger from across the table.

I bit my lip and nodded my head at him. "Can I be excused? I-I have to do some … difficult homework for my economics class," I said. I needed to get this damn vibrator out of me before I came in front of my parents.

"Of course, sweetie," Mom said with a smile.

"I can help," Mr. Williams said.

"Oh." I grabbed the table, fingertips turning white, core tight. "No. I don't think-"

"Mila, he's the businessman of the company. Take advantage of him while he's here," Dad said.

I gazed at Dad, then Mr. Williams.

"I would love to help, Mila. Why don't you go show me what it is that's hard for you?"

"Okay," I said quietly. I jumped out of my seat, crossing my legs over one another and stumbling out of the room.

Mr. Williams followed me upstairs. As soon as I entered my room, I leaned over my bed and moaned softly. God, it felt so good.

He closed the door softly behind me and pushed me onto the bed. The bed dipped next to me. He grazed his fingers inside of my thigh, making me clench even harder.

And as his fingers skimmed across my wet panties, I whimpered. He slipped a finger inside and began rubbing circles around my clit.

"Mr. Williams, I-I …" I stuttered.

I moaned out as he pulled the vibrator out of me. His warm breath fanned my neck, and he peppered wet kisses down it. Leaning over on one of his elbows, he pushed his fingers inside of me. I gripped on to his wrist as he thrust them deeper.

The sound of my tightness being thrust into over and over made me wetter.

After a few moments, he pulled his fingers out of me and placed them on my lips. "Suck on it," he demanded.

I wrapped my lips around his fingers and sucked my wetness off as I gazed at him through my lashes. He took a deep breath and closed his hungry eyes as he undid his belt.

"Fuck, Mila." He crawled off of the bed, pulled down his pants, and smirked down at me.

His fingers gripped my underwear from underneath my dress, and he slowly pulled them off of me. He brushed his fingers down the insides of my thighs. I stood, craving his touch, and pressed my lips to his.

He tangled his hand in my hair and pulled me back with it. "Turn around."

I turned around and placed my hands on the bed. With one hand, he fingered the bottom of my dress and pulled it up. With the other, he grabbed a fistful of my hair, forcing me to arch my back. He rubbed his hardness against my entrance.

"Please," I whispered. "Please, Mr. Williams."

He pushed himself into me slowly. I clenched the bedsheets in my hand as his thick length filled me. He wrapped an arm around my torso and groped my breast through my dress, softly tugging on my earlobe.

"You have no idea how much power I have over you, Mila," he murmured. He thrusting into me. "Anything I want, you can and will give me, or do you want me to show your father the naked picture you sent to me?."

I gripped the bedsheets harder, thrusting my hips back against his. "What do you want?"

"You, on your knees, in front of me."

Mr Williams pulled himself out of me, and I turned to him and knelt. He stroked his erection. "Stick out your tongue. You're going to swallow for me."

My toes curled. I gazed up at him, fingers rubbing my wetness. He took my chin in his hand, and I opened my mouth. His juice sprayed over my face, completely missing my mouth. When he released my jaw, I wiped his juice off with my fingers and sucked them into my mouth.

He smirked down at me and pinched both of my nipples in his fingers, pulling me up. I stumbled back onto the bed. He pushed his fingers inside of me again.

Someone knocked on my door.

"How's everything coming along in there?" Dad asked.

I bit my lip, trying to hold back my moans, and dug my nails into his shoulders. He pounded his fingers deeper inside of me. I arched my back and threw my head back.

"It's coming along." Mr. Williams chuckled. My fingers dug deeper into his skin as I desperately tried to keep my moans quiet. "Isn't it, Mila?"

My legs trembled as the pleasure pulsed out of me. "Yes," I said.

I listened-quite distantly-to Dad's footsteps padding away. And when he did, I sank into the bed and took a deep breath. This was definitely not how I was expecting this night to go.

When we finished, we walked back down to the dining room as if nothing had happened.

Dad smiled at me as we entered. "Did you finish?"

My face flushed red, and I nodded my head. "Yeah, Mr. Williams is going to have to help me more often. He is really great at it."

I sat back down, and he took his seat as well.

Dad turned to Mr. Williams. "Would you mind if I saw those pictures Mila sent you of her photography? I know you love buying new artwork and commissioning photography, but I didn't know my daughter was such an artist, and I want to see more."

Mr. Williams smirked across the table at me.

"Dad, you don't want to see them," I said, digging my fingers into my palms.

Mr. Williams took out his phone. "Come on, Mila. Have some confidence in yourself. They are amazing."

I sat in my Entrepreneurship Intermediate class, watching Professor Reynolds prepare the materials for today's class.

It was a Saturday morning, and Reynolds decided to tell us last minute that we'd get extra credit for attending a guest lecturer's presentation this morning. About half the class was there, a good twenty-five people in the decent-sized classroom.

Most didn't need to be here, but I did. Not because I wanted to, but because I needed the extra credit. I had been sliding by with a C-minus all semester-and that was me trying really, really hard. Studying for hours every night.

Listening intently to every single lecture. I just sucked at taking the exams, which was killing me.

"He should be here any minute now," Professor Reynolds said, gazing down at his watch.

I tapped my thumb against my phone screen, staring between it and the door. Everett was supposed to be here, enduring this stupid hour-long lecture with me.

The screen lit up, no messages on it, making me excited for no reason at all. I pressed my thumb to the home button and opened my messages, gaze lingering on his.

It had been one long week since Mr. Williams had dinner at my house, had come into my room, and had fucked me hard while my whole family sat at the kitchen table.

He hadn't asked for another picture. He hadn't asked for me to text him again. Everything was too silent from him, and that made my heart race. Every night, I waited for Dad to say something to me about him, but he hadn't said a single word.

Wetness pooled between my legs as I stared at all the messages we had sent back and forth. The pictures of me topless and on my knees for him.

My whole naked body on full display for him to jerk off to every night. His hand around his thickness stroking it to me, thinking about the way he felt inside of me, pumping in and out and in and out, faster and faster. Tugging on my nipples. Touching my clit.

I closed my eyes, the pressure in my core building higher and higher, and I hadn't even touched myself yet. The door opened, and I tried my hardest to push away the dirty thoughts of Everett's dad when I was about to see Everett.

After opening my eyes, I smiled widely at Everett, who strolled into the room with Mr. Williams. Mr. Williams's gaze shifted around the entire room, then eventually landed on me. His eyes lit up for the briefest moment, the corner of his lip curling into a smirk.

I pressed my lips together. He was our guest speaker? Great. Great. Great. I tore my gaze away from him, pinning a tight smile on my face when Everett slid into the seat next to me.

"Hey, babe."

Babe. The nickname he gave everyone who was even remotely attractive to him.

"Your dad is the guest speaker?" I asked, brows furrowed together.

He rolled his eyes, leaned back in his seat, and crossed his big arms over one another, making his biceps bulge.

"Yep."

From his one-worded response, I could tell that he didn't particularly like that fact. Everett wasn't close to failing this class, but his father must've made him come.

Professor Reynolds and Mr. Williams spoke for a few moments in the front of the room. I grasped my phone hard in my hand until my knuckles turned white.

This was not how I was expecting my day to start out. I just wanted a relaxing Saturday for the first time since this semester started. Not one where I was flustered for a whole hour.

I couldn't ignore the warmth pooling between my legs.

Reynolds cleared his throat, introducing the topic we'd be talking about today and going over some announcements, like he did at the start of every class, and a moment later, my phone buzzed.

I swallowed hard, wanting to ignore it … but I couldn't ignore the warmth pooling between my legs. So, I turned the brightness on my phone all the way down and opened the message from Everett's dad.

: I have something for you.

My heart raced, and I drew my knees together. Mr. Williams had something for me.

: Be a good girl and play with yourself back there during my presentation, and maybe I'll give it to you when class is over.

I swallowed hard, staring down at the message. Oh my God. My pussy was already throbbing, aching to have him inside of me again. I felt like a schoolgirl in a fucking porno, seducing the teacher, playing with myself as everyone looked at him, but he only looked at me.

Where would he take me this time? Over this desk when we were finished? In one of the many empty bedrooms at his house? Maybe on his office desk in the middle of the workday while everyone listened.

My cheeks flushed. I typed and retyped my message to him about ten times, unsure about how I should respond to him.

"And no cell phones, Miss Mila." Professor Reynolds stood in front of my desk, arms crossed over his chest, giving me a pointed stare. My cheeks flushed a deeper red, and I parted my lips to say something-anything at all--but he stopped me. "Do you want me to take the extra credit point away from you?"

My eyes widened, and I stuffed my phone into my backpack. "No, sir, sorry." My gaze flickered to Mr. Williams. "It won't happen again. Mr. Williams has my full attention."

After Reynolds introduced Mr. Williams as the CEO of CloseNet Engineering, Mr. Williams placed his phone down on the podium in front of him and started his boring lecture about what an entrepreneur really was and how much work it really took and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

All I did was sit there, staring at him from the back of the classroom, with his son right next to me and ground my legs together, needing to feel some type of friction between my thighs.

My eyes closed briefly, and when I reopened them, he was staring right at me, his eyes flickering to my legs.

I crossed my arms over my chest, brows furrowing together, and tugged lightly on my nipples through my bra without drawing Everett's unwanted attention to me.

My lips parted, a rush of pleasure hitting my core. I moved my hips slowly against the chair, just needing Mr. Williams to be inside of me. I hadn't stopped thinking about him since last week.

All I had imagined was his big cock sliding down my throat, sitting on his desk, getting pounded by the CEO of Dad's company.

I gnawed on the inside of my lip and pulled out my phone. I should've been giving Mr. Williams my full attention … but I wanted to have his full attention, and I knew the perfect way to do that.

So, I hid my phone under the desk, scrolled through my private photo album, and chose a picture I had sent Everett a while ago. It was me in a schoolgirl skirt and a tight white tank top.

My nipples were pressed against the material, and everything-I mean, everything-was on full display to him.

After pressing my knees together, I sent the message. His phone buzzed against the hardwood podium. He paused, gazing down at it, and clenched his jaw. His breath hitched, and for a moment, I swore he stumbled over his words.

"There are"-he grasped the top of his tie, tugging on it just enough-"barriers …"

I sucked in a deep breath. All I wanted him to do was step out from behind the podium and show me how hard my picture had made him.

I gazed down at my phone, about to send him another picture, when Professor Reynolds appeared at my desk. I quickly tapped on the home button, my text messages disappearing, and stared up at him with wide eyes.

"Give me the phone, Mila," he said, trying to stay quiet, but the whole class had heard him.

I pressed my lips together, shutting it off so he couldn't go through it, and placed the phone in his hand.

"I'm disappointed in you. Your extra credit has been forfeited."

My eyes widened, and I cursed myself. There went passing this class.

Mr. Williams gave me a small, hidden smirk from the podium, and I slouched down in my seat. He continued his stupid lecture for the next fifteen minutes while I sat in my seat, arms crossed over my chest, panties soaked.

The pressure had dissipated, yet that linger had remained. That linger of a promise. Mr. Williams had something for me, and I had done as he asked. Well, sorta.

By the way he continued to gaze at me with those dark, dangerous eyes … it was enough for that linger to grow until I had the urge to push my hand back under the table again and touch myself in front of everyone for him.

But I didn't. Instead, I sat in my chair like a good girl and tried my hardest to stop thinking all these dirty thoughts about him.

When class was over, I gathered all of my belongings, stuffing them inside my backpack. Everett bashed Professor Reynolds to me for him taking my phone, but I just told Everett I didn't care that it happened and hoped to God he'd leave before his father did.

All the other students the class, but I waited behind as Mr. Williams and Professor Reynolds talked.

I needed that damn phone before anyone went through it. They would find out everything. Everything. All my deepest secrets will be exposed.