章節 43: Chapter 43
Her smirk deepened at his response, a glint of something dark flickering in her eyes. She gracefully slid off her desk, her hips swaying slightly as she approached Travis. Stopping just inches from him, she tilted her head back to meet his gaze, the height difference only adding to the intensity. Travis stood firm, his imposing figure casting a shadow over her, but if anything, it seemed to embolden her.
She stared up at him, completely unfazed by his size, a flicker of amusement dancing in her expression. The idea of taming someone like Travis—a man who exuded raw power—sent a surge of excitement through her. The thought alone was enough to make her core ache with anticipation.
"Well," she began, her voice a sultry mix of authority and teasing, "you must be quite brave to order something and have it delivered *here,* of all places." Her fingers trailed up, stopping at his abdomen. She pressed against the hard surface of his abs with a single finger, poking him lightly, as if testing the strength beneath his skin.
"What made you have it delivered here?" she asked, her tone a mix of curiosity and subtle condescension.
Travis frowned slightly. He didn't like the way she spoke to him—like she held some sort of power over him. Her tone was almost mocking, as if she expected him to grovel or play into her little game. He didn't appreciate being underestimated. But he also knew better than to react immediately. Instead, he kept his composure, his eyes narrowing slightly, refusing to let her see any cracks in his demeanor.
"I have no reason in particular, I guess. Just did it because I could," Travis replied casually, his voice carrying a nonchalant edge.
Mrs. Smith's smirk widened at his lack of concern. She slowly moved her hand lower, her fingers nearing his crotch with deliberate intention.
But just as she was about to grab him, Travis's hand shot out, firmly catching her wrist. His grip was strong, almost unyielding, and his eyes darkened as he locked his gaze on hers.
"If that's all, then I'll be leaving, ma'am," he said, his voice calm but carrying a warning undertone.
Mrs. Smith, surprised by his swift reaction, attempted to pull her hand back, but his grip remained ironclad. She looked up at him, feeling the sudden shift in his demeanor. His eyes were cold, menacing, making the confident smirk she had worn moments earlier falter. A flash of fear crossed her face as she realized that she might have pushed too far.
Clearing her throat to regain some semblance of control, she said, "Yes, well, you're dismissed. Don't do anything like this again." Her voice wavered slightly, betraying the discomfort she now felt in his presence.
Without another word, Travis released her hand, his expression unreadable as he turned and walked out of the office, leaving Mrs. Smith standing there, shaken but still trying to maintain her composure.
He let her arm go and turned around, leaving the office without a second glance. As he walked down the hallway, his jaw clenched in frustration.
'She thought I was going to let her walk over me again. Fuck that bitch. She needs to be put in her place,' he thought, the cold edge in his mind sharpening as he replayed the moment in his head. His steps were steady, but there was a fire burning beneath the calm exterior, a determination not to let anyone control or manipulate him like that ever again.
With Travis out of Mrs. Smith's office, he found himself wondering when Ms. DeWitt would want to start cleaning the room. As if on cue, she appeared, stepping out of her office just as he reached the stairs. She caught sight of him, a warm smile spreading across her face.
"Travis, dear, you seem eager to help me clean. Should we begin now? I don't have anything pressing to do at the moment," she said, her voice soft, almost playful.
"Yeah, let's do it. I'd rather get it done now instead of staying behind after school," he replied, his tone casual but ready to move.
She nodded in agreement, then turned to head back inside her office. Before closing the door, she glanced back and signaled with her index finger, gesturing for him to follow her. He did, entering the office without hesitation.
"Did you bring the extra clothes?" she asked, her eyes scanning him briefly as if assessing his readiness.
Travis gave a simple nod. "Yeah, I got them."
"Good," she responded, her voice smooth as she adjusted a few things on her desk. "Go grab them quickly before the bell rings. We'll start in the storage room."
'I don't have anything to worry about since I got the infinite hall pass. But she doesn't know that, so let me go get them,' Travis thought with a smirk.
He hurriedly descended the stairs, weaving through the busy hallways. At his locker, he quickly unlocked it, grabbed his school bag, and pulled out the extra set of clothes. Once he had everything, he dashed back upstairs, moving with purpose.
Knocking wasn't something he felt the need for—it was for people with manners, and as far as he was concerned, manners weren't exactly his forte. Without hesitation, he opened the door and stepped back into Ms. DeWitt's office.
Travis stepped into Melody's office, and his breath caught in his throat. She was half-naked, wearing an exquisite two-piece lingerie set that clung to her body in all the right ways. The white lace, delicate and intricate, traced over her skin, teasingly revealing and concealing at once. The floral patterns weaved across her curves, highlighting her full breasts and the smooth lines of her hips, each movement she made emphasizing the sensuality of her form.
His eyes trailed down her body, and he couldn't suppress the lustful grin that tugged at the corners of his lips. Melody knew exactly what she was doing. As she bent down, her back arched, pushing her ass back provocatively. The lace hugged her round, bodacious rear, and the view was absolutely breathtaking. She lingered for a moment, giving him ample time to take in the sight, her hips swaying slightly as if she were putting on a show just for him.
"Enjoying the view?" she teased, her voice dripping with playful seduction, knowing she had him completely under her spell.
"Of course. I'd actually love to grab a hold," Travis said, stepping forward and sliding his hands over her waist. He thrust his hips forward, pressing his pelvis firmly against her ass.
"Woah there," Melody chuckled, her voice dripping with playful seduction. "Aren't you being a little rude, holding what's not yours?" she teased, her tone lingering in his mind like a sultry melody.
"Who's to say it's not mine?" he shot back, grinning as he gave her ass a light slap. Melody's cheeks flushed a soft pink, and she arched her back, pushing herself up slightly. Travis slid one hand around her waist, pulling her closer, feeling the heat radiate off her body.
"For such a fat ass, you've got a surprisingly fit figure. Do you work out, Ms. DeWitt?" His chin rested on her shoulder as his eyes wandered downward, appreciating the fullness of her breasts barely contained in the lace.
"Why thank you, and yes, I do work out—every single day," she replied, her voice smooth and inviting. "Wouldn't you love to join me one day?" she added, a playful challenge in her eyes.
"I'd be honored," he said, squeezing her breasts through the thin fabric. "I can already imagine you in tight leggings and a sports bra that barely holds these magnificent knockers."
Melody smirked, feeling the heat from his hands, but she straightened up, reminding herself to pace things. "You're already imagining, huh? Let's hurry and get changed before this escalates into something... irreversible," she said, though a part of her didn't mind his touch.
"Yeah, probably a good idea," Travis agreed, reluctantly stepping back, but not before getting one last glance at her voluptuous ass. Melody pulled her pants from the floor, wiggling her hips just for him before sliding them over her curves.
"You should get changed too," she said with a wink, fully aware of the effect she was having on him.
He nodded and took off his shirt. Though it happened in a split second for Travis, Melody saw everything in slow motion. Her breath hitched as he slowly peeled the fabric away, revealing a chiseled upper body glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Her eyes traced the defined lines of his muscles—the sharp ridges of his abs, the curve of his biceps, and the broad expanse of his chest. Each motion seemed effortless, like a living sculpture in motion, his body radiating raw power and confidence.
Time itself felt as though it paused, a moment of silent admiration where everything else faded into the background. Melody couldn't help but steal lingering glances, caught between desire and awe as her heart raced.
'Wow,' she thought, almost breathless.
TO BE CONTINUED
[A/N: This is just flirting. I think. Well, I just like Ms. DeWitt, and following her arc exactly does not sound fun. I'll do the same with other teachers, don't worry.]
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