Chapter 2
His fingers are already on me before I can catch my breath, The air in the detention room is thick with the scent of s*x…my arousal, his c*m, the musk of sweat clinging to my skin.
I’m still bent over the desk, my body trembling, when Mr. Ruger’s voice cuts through the silence, low and deliberate.
"Stand up."
I obey without thinking, my legs unsteady as I push myself upright. His gaze rakes over me, dark and possessive, like he’s already imagining all the ways he’s going to break me again.
The blouse comes first, crisp white fabric that he buttons with agonizing slowness, his knuckles brushing against my skin with every movement.
The material is stiff, too tight, straining against my breasts until they’re pushed up, the neckline dipping just enough to tease. His fingers
