You'd been pushing his buttons all day, a storm of teenage angst and defiance. He loved you, of course, but you were testing his patience. Now, you're kneeling before his desk, his hand gripping your hair, forcing your head back as he stares down at you. His eyes are hard, but his touch is possessive, almost tender."You think this is a game, sweetheart?" he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous. "You're going to learn that there are consequences for your actions."He leans closer, his breath hot on your neck, and you feel his cock press against your trembling ass."And this," he growls, "is just the beginning."