Titus looked down at the vision of perfection knelt before him. Those ocean blue eyes blinking in the candlelight, the glow of her skin, the sheer sense of life emanating from her, it was enough to make his heart soar. The anger he had felt when finding her touching herself had already faded. She had accepted her punishment without complaint, the crop he had hidden under her bed was laid on the floor next to her, making him think of the sight of her reddening posterior as he landed one blow after another.

All the while, he had glanced at the pink sheen of her glistening wet hole, the signs of her arousal all too evident. He could wait no longer to show her how he felt. He had to do it now, whilst his nerve held. He reached down and untied the dummy, letting her gasp for air, her jaw working up and down as he began to undo the fly of his trousers. Reaching inside, he brought out his member, watching her eyes widen as she stared hungrily at it.

“Grown ups get to do this,” he said, taking hold of her chin and forcing her mouth open. He pushed the tip of himself to her lips, gratified to see her grimace slightly, a sign she had not done this before. But as she smelt him, her reservations faded and her lips parted enough for him to push himself into her mouth. The soft wetness of her tongue was enough to stiffen him so much his shaft ached. He filled her mouth whilst staring down at her. “Do not move a muscle,” he added. “I’m going to fuck your face, your pretty little face. Your mouth is full of my cock, you dirty little Rose.”

He pulled back and as he did so, he grabbed hold of her head, his fingers pushing through her hair to take a firm grip. With a slight intake of breath, he thrust as far into her mouth as he could, watching her gag on his length. He filled her throat, holding himself in her whilst watching her nostrils flare. He counted out ten seconds before pulling back, letting her take a single gasping breath before sliding back in, this time thrusting hard back and forth, keeping her head in place with his hands.

The feel of her lips along the length of him as he thrust inside was like nothing he had ever known. Never before had it felt this good. There was something about her that was so different to any other woman he’d known. There had to be, he had never in his life done this to one of his students. The conflict of interest was simply too great. But there was something irresistible about her.

Saliva ran down her chin, his shaft glistening with wetness as he pulled back, rubbing himself around her face, making her his, sullying her skin with the drips emerging from the tip of his member. He pushed back into her mouth again and again, watching as she remained totally still on her knees, letting him do it. That was the best part, he realised a moment later. She was willing to let him use her when they had not even kissed yet. She was so obedient; she was allowing him to do something this obscene. His mind whirled as he wondered what else she might allow.

“Look at me,” he said, staring down at her. She did as he asked, staring up at him as he thrust faster and harder into her mouth, feeling his member twitch in readiness. “I’m going to come in your mouth.”

Rose’s expression changed, a mixture of fear and excitement crossing her features as he let her take a deep breath before plunging into her mouth again, moving as fast as he dared, the end of his member bursting into life. He felt his climax deep inside him before it spread along his shaft, sending his thick hot seed gushing into the back of her throat. He slid back slowly, thrusting in again as a second load of his seed coated her tongue, filling her mouth. She continued to stare up at him as he withdrew, a last splash coating her lips. She licked it away with her tongue and he knew in that moment that he wanted her all for himself, more than that, he needed her.

“Onto the bed,” he growled, almost throwing her onto her back. He was between her legs in seconds, his fingers straight into her wetness, his tongue on her clit. She tasted sweet, a divine scent assailing his nostrils as he licked her nub, listening to her moan quietly above him. His fingers moved ever faster in and out, her insides gripping him tightly as he brought her expertly in orgasm in under a minute, the heat of her desire making it effortless work. When her climax hit, her legs squeezed his head, holding him in place for seconds on end before she fell back, sated at last.

She was still recovering as he stood up. He took hold of her and dragged her up to the pillows, setting her down a moment later. He kissed her forehead as her eyes closed. By the time he had tucked the blankets in around her, she was already asleep. “Goodnight, little Rose,” he said from the doorway, candle in hand.

As he crossed the hallway to his own bedroom, something occurred to him. He didn’t desire her so much in spite of her acting little, he desired her because of it. She was so willing to submit to him, to do whatever he asked. He climbed into bed with a spark of sadness growing inside him. For all the world, he wanted her to stay little, to remain this obedient to him, to be his little Rose. The sadness that grew as he waited for sleep to take him, he thought he could do nothing about.

His job required him to make her grow up. He had never failed a student yet, he had never left a job unfinished, he had never disappointed a parent. Yet, with Rose, for him to do his job would mean losing her. It would mean letting go of little Rose forever.

He slept a troubled sleep that night, the sleep of a man in turmoil, a man conflicted between what his heart desired and what his head knew was required.