Jackson looked as if he was waiting for something. This is it, he thought. Let's see what happens next.
Hands were at his side, his eyes were staring right through her icy exterior, and his muzzle had a smirk. It worked, he thought. Just like last time with Brent's sister, only this time it wasn't an accident. But what now? Jackson thought back to that night, and instead decided to just wait for her first move. And for a first move, it was one hell of a good one.
Scarlet walked to the entrance to her office and locked it with a click, "You've been causing trouble ever since your father passed away. He was a good man, Jackson, so it shocks me that his son isn't following his example."
Jackson rolled his eyes, "I'm not my Dad. Never will be." Jackson's eyes fell to the floor.
But Scarlet brought them back up, "You are a very bright student. In fact, you are part of the small percent of students still keeping this school afloat. That being said...I think you are past due for a reward." There was a hint of something in her tone as it changed.
This wasn't his first time, but given how well it was going, it wouldn't be his last. Jackson was excited inside, celebrating this newfound power of his. Scarlet lightly pushed him to the chair, making the boy sit right back down where he needed to be. With a flick of her black hair, she slowly descended to her knees, grace in every movement.
Her eyes were like that of a siren, hypnotizing Jackson. Many students would kill to be in the position he was in right now, having their principal glide her sultry hands around his loins and lap. Her fingers found the zipper to his jeans and pulled them down, excitement already clear and present in the form of a bulge, "You'd better keep this between us if you want more rewards..."
Jackson was reminded of a hard truth but a delicious pill to swallow; When Miss Scarlet was in the room, she was in control. No ifs. No ands. No buts.
"Yes, ma'am." He said with a sneer, still happy that this power was his. Still, while he didn't have her completely under his control, he had her in front of him. To Jackson, that was enough. More than enough.
Her fingers tickled his inner thighs, where he hadn't been touched by anyone but himself since the pep rally incident. After the time spent to get his pants down to his ankles, he was vulnerable before his principal. She could see everything in all its rock-hard juicy red goodness.
Her nose caught waft of his scent, making something in her body stir like a storm. Her tail gave slow but excited wags as she leaned in. Jackson felt her wet nose against the lower half of his underside, and a waft or two of cool air; she was smelling his cock like a perverted cougar. Her hands were yet to come close to his length and it was making him antsy. Still, there was something about not being in full control of her that was making him want more. It was like watching someone undress--You're waiting to see what comes next,
"I could lose my job for this..." She spoke in the softest of tones, lust dangling off of the tip of her tongue, "You'd best be lucky I'm so generous to you, Mr. Kenneth."
The way she spoke his name sent shivers throughout his young body, making every muscle in his very being want more. His response to her rolled off his tongue as if it was natural, "Yes, ma'am..." He said, still smirking but giving her all of the control, "Will I be tardy?"
"I'll write you an excuse. Now shut up." She commanded.
This was a hungry woman, Jackson thought. It shouldn't surprise him. Principal Gwen Scarlet was a woman comparable to a rose or a ladybug with the wrong colors. She could as easily attract you as she could make you regret getting close. Now that woman was on her knees about to service him. But given the way she was handling him, who was truly being serviced?
Scarlet took ahold of his shaft, snapping him out of his thoughts. He locked eyes with her, his fingers digging into the cushion of the arm rests. Her hot breath drew closer, muzzle just inches from touching him...Yet she stopped. She halted, almost as if she was doing it on purpose.
That was until she spoke, "Boys have such perverted minds." She said. Her mouth still had not yet made contact with his throbbing red rocket. She did give it a single slow stroke with her hand, almost painfully too slow. Jackson couldn't resist the urge to let a groan leak past. The feeling of her warm breath on his bare doggy bone making it hard to think. Her ears twitched, and the corners of her muzzle stretched upwards in interest, "I see the way they stare at me. They look at me like animals forgetting I can scratch them..." Her nails dug into his meat, but not deep.
He winced but let it continue. Her claws were sharp but pleasant--a reminder that patience was a virtue. That and the fact that Gwen had him in a very dangerous position. One wrong move would end badly, so Jackson knew to be a good boy for this woman. She was being so forward with him and it left him wondering how far she was willing to go with his sanity?
She could see it slipping in his eyes, and the view brought her delight, "What's wrong? You can't wait any longer?"
Jackson shook his head.
"Then use your manners. You're the only young man in this school that still has them."
Jackson pleaded under his breath, "Please do it, Miss Scarlet--"
