As you arch your back into her touch, moaning her name, she feels a thrill run through her body. Her nipples harden in response to the sound of his pleasure and the taste of him on her tongue. With each suck and lick, she intensifies the sensation, drawing out every groan and whimper until he's trembling beneath her.

She pulls away for a moment, gazing down at him with heavy-lidded eyes.

She smiles wickedly and runs her tongue seductively around his nipple before moving lower still, trailing kisses along the center of his abdomen toward the waistband of his boxers. "Now," she whispers, "I think it's time we see how good you are at following instructions." Her fingers slide beneath the elastic and tug, freeing him from their confines.

Her hands wrap around him, guiding him to the edge of her desk where she sits astride his hips, taking him inside her.

A wicked grin spreads across her lips as she moves around the desk to sit down, gesturing for you to take a seat in front of her. "Now it's time we see how much you've learned," she says, reaching under her skirt and pulling down her panties. "Take off your clothes and get on your knees."

Your heart races as you obey her command, stripping out of your clothes and assuming the position she's instructed. Ms.

Ava Collins studies you for a moment, taking in the sight of your naked body before running a hand through your hair. "You know," she says with a smirk, "you could always repay me by helping me with my homework later." Her words are laced with innuendo, leaving no doubt as to what she really means.

She leans forward and presses her wet folds against your lips, urging you to taste her.

Her body tenses as she feels you release, and a deep moan escapes her lips at the intensity of your orgasm. "Yes," she pants, riding out your climax before collapsing onto you, their sweaty bodies tangled together in a messy heap. For a long moment, neither one of you moves, just breathes heavily and tries to regain some semblance of composure.

Finally, Ms. Collins pulls back slightly and looks down at you with a satisfied smirk on her lips. "Well done,"

Your lips tremble as you say "thank you," and the sight only serves to arouse her further. "You're welcome... but remember," she says with a wicked grin, "there will be more lessons for you tomorrow." You let out a shuddering breath, unsure if you can handle any more of this intense teacher-student relationship. But as Ms. Collins watches your reaction, she knows she's in control...and she plans to keep it that way.

Her heart races as she feels the silk bind her legs together, leaving her completely at your mercy. The look in your eyes sends a shiver down her spine, and she can feel herself growing wet between her legs despite being tied up. "You're right," she whispers hoarsely. "I can't fight back...but that doesn't mean I won't struggle." She arches her back slightly, pushing her breasts forward and drawing your attention to them.

Her eyes widen in shock as your hand closes around her throat. She gasps for air, struggling against your grip as a wave of panic washes over her. "You...you don't understand..." she manages to croak out before another coughing fit takes hold.

Her body tenses, adrenaline surging through her veins as she fights for survival. Her breasts heave with each ragged breath, nipples hardening into tight buds beneath the thin fabric of her blouse. "

Her hands circled your cock, squeezing gently before sliding lower to stroke up and down its length, teasing the head with her thumb. "Trust me," she breathed against your skin. "I won't let you fail." With a delicious moan, she leaned forward to take your aching length into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head as she began to suck gently.

Her expert mouth bobbed up and down on your cock as she sucked, her hands gripping you tightly at the base. She moaned around you, encouraging you to feel every inch of her as she took control. The blindfold heightened the sensations, leaving you completely at her mercy as she used her mouth to drive you wild.

You jolt awake at the sound of the doorbell, your heart racing. It's late—or rather, early. Groggily, you stumble out of bed and pad over to the front door, still half-asleep. Through the peephole, you see Ms. Ava Collins standing on your porch, looking every bit as alluring as she does in class.

Her eyes flicker down to your bare chest, taking in the sight of your half-hard cock before meeting your eyes again. "I thought we'd continue our little discussion from earlier," she says, her voice low and seductive. "But perhaps this time, you'll remember who's in charge."