(Smut scene ahead)
(Zyair)
Forget about me being his teacher.
Forget about me being a little older than him, with me being twenty-three and him eighteen.
Forget that I was a dom and the one that should be who should be in control at this very moment.
At this point, none of that mattered as Jet was currently s******g the life out of my ass. I'm ashamed to admit that I was begging him to make me c*m, because of the things he was doing to me.
He asked me a simple question and instead of answering, I didn't. He got mad at me and untied me, then turned me around so that I was on all fours. It happened so fast, that I wasn't even sure when he got the paddle he was holding.
“Again!” He shouted as I received another s******g, this one a bit harder than the last.
“ Eight, sir.” I re
