Detention Bound

Riley’s knee bounced under the desk, like she’d swallowed a live wire. Ms. Charlotte killed the lights, locked the bolt, and didn’t waste breath. The tie—yellow and navy—came free with a whisper. Charlotte looped it once, twice, crossed Riley’s wrists behind her back. Tight enough. Riley exhaled hot against her ear, tasted peppermint off the teacher’s breath. Blazer hit the floor, then blouse buttons popped one by one; pale skin flushed under fluorescent flicker. Charlotte shoved the skirt up, lace underwear already damp. Two fingers pressed slow, tested, slick. Riley bucked, the knot in the silk holding. Each grind dragged against polished wood, dragged the knot deeper. Charlotte kissed hard enough to bruise; her tongue tracked salt on Riley’s throat while she worked faster, knuckle-deep, the tie creaking. Riley’s heel skidded, sneakers shrieking tile. One sharp twist and Charlotte flipped the girl to the edge, knelt, mouth open, teeth grazing just to keep control. Riley jerked, bound hands curling empty air, thighs trembling around Charlotte’s tongue as heat coiled, let go, spilled wet down pale legs. Outside, the clock ticked to five. Inside, detention ran long.