🌹 Mistress Rose — Velvet Goddess of Desire 🌹
Her radiance glows brighter than the stars — her words shimmer with power and pleasure.
The Naughty Teacher and the Principal
Rose tapped sharp heels on the polished floor. The principal’s office felt too small after school hours, filled with the stifling expectation of punishment. She smoothed the pencil skirt tight over her hips, a knowing, defiant smile playing on her lips. She wasn’t here for a reprimand; she was here to prove a point.
Principal Thompson stood behind his massive mahogany desk, his tie slightly loosened, a vein throbbing faintly in his neck. “Rose,” he began, his voice a low, tense rumble. “Your choice of attire, your classroom behavior—it’s inappropriate. We have rules here.”
Rose took a slow, deliberate step closer, her hips swaying subtly. She leaned her palms flat on the cool wood of the desk, meeting his gaze without flinching. Her blouse revealed just enough. “Must we always talk about rules, Principal?” she purred, letting her voice drop conspiratorially.
He wasn’t judging her; he was devouring her.
The strict façade was cracking. Rose reached out, her cool fingers tracing the edge of his starched collar. He caught her wrist fiercely, pulling her hand away, but the touch only amplified the electric tension between them.
“Rose, you test my limits constantly,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear as he leaned down. The sound of her name felt like a warning and a promise all at once. He circled the desk, his movements suddenly predatory, and gripped her waist, pulling her flush against his solid frame.
His lips found hers—urgent, demanding, tasting of forbidden authority. Rose moaned into the kiss, the thrill of the transgression making her dizzy. Her skirt was already riding high; the silk slip underneath teased his hand.
He lifted her easily, setting her on the desk amidst the meticulously stacked papers and grading sheets. The stern Principal was gone. Only a hungry man remained. Rose tangled her fingers in his silver hair, pulling him deeper into the chaos. “Teach me a lesson, Principal,” she breathed, already unbuttoning the first button of his vest. This was the discipline they both craved.