Thursday’s class ended and they stayed.
I dismissed the others with my voice steady and my cunt already aching. Knox, Malik, and Jace didn’t move from the front row. The last student left. The door clicked shut behind her. I stood at the board with the marker still in my hand and felt the old hunger settle low and heavy between my legs.
Knox stood first. “Lock it.”
I walked to the door. My fingers shook on the bolt. When I turned back he was already at the desk, Malik and Jace flanking him. No one smiled.
“Skirt up,” Knox said. “We want to see if you spent the last two days trying not to touch yourself.”
I hesitated. He waited. The silence stretched until my n*****s tightened against the thin blouse and slick shifted in my panties. I reached down and dragged the skirt to my waist. The
