Bent Over His Desk：The Principal's Dirty Secret - Chapter 1: Chapter 1
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"Ms. Evans, stay just like that—bent over the desk while you grade those papers."
My face burned as I remained sprawled across the wooden surface in the faculty office. Principal Lowell's deep, authoritative voice left no room for argument.
"Yes, Principal," I murmured, my pulse racing.
My name is Natalia Evans—a 24-year-old mixed-race woman with Chinese and Russian heritage, fresh out of college and already teaching senior English at a Miami high school.
Maybe it's the blend of my ancestry, but I got lucky with my looks. Delicate features, striking blue eyes, a model's height at 5'8", curves in all the right places, a perfect peach of an ass, and legs for days—long, smooth, and pale as fresh snow. People say I could pass for a storybook princess.
But beneath the polished exterior? Just a normal woman with normal needs.
After my college boyfriend and I split due to distance, I'd been... deprived. Teaching came with insane pressure, and before I knew it, I'd developed a bad habit—stress relief of the very private kind.
That evening, I stayed late in the teachers' office prepping lessons. When I finally finished, I grabbed my phone and mindlessly scrolled through videos—until I accidentally landed on a very suggestive clip of some ridiculously hot guy.
One thing led to another.
Legs parting under the desk, fingers slipping beneath my skirt—
And that's when the door swung open.
I jerked my hand away, but it was too late.
Principal Vincent Lowell stood frozen in the doorway, his sharp eyes locked onto me.
My stomach dropped.
Everyone knew Principal Lowell was a hardass—obsessed with discipline, notorious for cracking down on "improper conduct." Just last year, he'd publicly humiliated and fired a male teacher during an assembly for sleeping with a student.
Would he drag me up in front of the whole school next? Call me a disgrace? A shame to the profession?
I braced for the explosion—
But instead, after a beat, his lips curled into a smirk.
"Don't worry, Ms. Evans," he purred, stepping closer. "I won't punish you."
His voice dropped to a whisper.
"Not if you... cooperate."
My breath hitched.
The famously strict, morally upright principal was blackmailing me?
Before I could react, his hands were on me—rough fingers tracing my jaw, sliding down my throat, then slipping under my blouse—
And just like that, I was at his mercy.
My face burned as I remained sprawled across the wooden surface in the faculty office. Principal Lowell's deep, authoritative voice left no room for argument.
"Yes, Principal," I murmured, my pulse racing.
My name is Natalia Evans—a 24-year-old mixed-race woman with Chinese and Russian heritage, fresh out of college and already teaching senior English at a Miami high school.
Maybe it's the blend of my ancestry, but I got lucky with my looks. Delicate features, striking blue eyes, a model's height at 5'8", curves in all the right places, a perfect peach of an ass, and legs for days—long, smooth, and pale as fresh snow. People say I could pass for a storybook princess.
But beneath the polished exterior? Just a normal woman with normal needs.
After my college boyfriend and I split due to distance, I'd been... deprived. Teaching came with insane pressure, and before I knew it, I'd developed a bad habit—stress relief of the very private kind.
That evening, I stayed late in the teachers' office prepping lessons. When I finally finished, I grabbed my phone and mindlessly scrolled through videos—until I accidentally landed on a very suggestive clip of some ridiculously hot guy.
One thing led to another.
Legs parting under the desk, fingers slipping beneath my skirt—
And that's when the door swung open.
I jerked my hand away, but it was too late.
Principal Vincent Lowell stood frozen in the doorway, his sharp eyes locked onto me.
My stomach dropped.
Everyone knew Principal Lowell was a hardass—obsessed with discipline, notorious for cracking down on "improper conduct." Just last year, he'd publicly humiliated and fired a male teacher during an assembly for sleeping with a student.
Would he drag me up in front of the whole school next? Call me a disgrace? A shame to the profession?
I braced for the explosion—
But instead, after a beat, his lips curled into a smirk.
"Don't worry, Ms. Evans," he purred, stepping closer. "I won't punish you."
His voice dropped to a whisper.
"Not if you... cooperate."
My breath hitched.
The famously strict, morally upright principal was blackmailing me?
Before I could react, his hands were on me—rough fingers tracing my jaw, sliding down my throat, then slipping under my blouse—
And just like that, I was at his mercy.
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