Everybody has limits | Natasha Romanoff x OC

Chapter 3

~ Smut warning ~

The bell rings for the end of the lesson and my class file out of Miss Mills' classroom. I slowly saunter towards the front of the room where my teacher is perched on the side of her desk, watching me with her dark eyes. God, she looks good today. Hair so dark that it's almost black, just reaching her shoulders. It pairs beautifully with her olive skin and cherry lips that have a subtle scar on the right side of them. Today she's wearing a maroon dress that hugs and glides around her curves in all the right ways. She's impatiently tapping her heel-clad feet on the wooden floor. 

"Did you do any work today, Sasha?" She asks, a smirk painting her face.

I look at my worksheet, acting confused. "No, Miss Mills. It appears I didn't complete any work today."

"Hmm, come here." She hums, beckoning me closer with her perfectly manicured finger, "Let me take a look."

I walk over to her, standing close and handing her the sheet of paper. She takes the paper and snakes her free arm around my waist, then she spins us around so that I'm pinned between her and the desk. I gasp and she smirks again, her eyes trained on my blank sheet of paper.

"Well sweetheart, it appears you're correct, you've done absolutely nothing." She husks, "It seems I'm going to have to teach you a lesson, hmm?"

"Yes, miss." I breathe, my eyes flicking down to her cherry lips.

She leans in, brushing her lips slightly against mine. "Good girl." She responds. Then she presses her lips firmly against mine in a heated kiss, sliding her tongue into my mouth. I moan slightly as she pushes me harder against the desk, discarding my paper and hooking her hands under my thighs, lifting me to sit on the desk. "You're so hot, cariño." She tells me, breaking the kiss to lift my shirt over my head.

"Fuck." I breathe, as she skillfully unbuttons my jeans and slips her hand inside, coming into contact with my core.

"Oh baby, so wet for me." She growls, moving her fingers slightly and easing them inside me.

"Fuck." I say loudly, pressing my face into the crook of her neck.

"Such a good girl." She says, pressing her palm against my clit and moving the fingers that were inside of me.

"Shit." I cry out, as my hips buck forward at the familiar tightness growing in my lower belly. "I- I'm gonna cum." I moan into her ear.

"Hold on, Baby. I need you to answer a question."

"Please, anything." I beg into the crook of her neck.

"What's one plus two."

"Three." I huff.

"Good girl." She praises, entering a third finger into my pussy, "Now you can cum"

"Fuck!" I shout, as I release all over her fingers.

She pulls her fingers out of me slowly, and licks them clean. Only after that does she step away from me slightly to allow me to button my jeans up and put my shirt back on.

"Always such a good girl for me, cariño." She tells me, sitting in the chair at her desk. "Don't forget this." She says, handing me my sheet of paper, "Looks like it could be important." Then she runs her fingers through my hair, fixing it, before giving me the okay to leave with a final kiss. "See you in your next math lesson." She purrs, winking at me. Then I turn and leave, closing the door softly behind me and rushing to the music room, my math sheet crumpled in my grip.

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On my way there, I pull out my phone and call Gold. He answers on the third ring.

"Hey, what's up?"