The click of the door closing behind me echoed like a gunshot in the principal’s silent, imposing office. It was a different room from Mr. Black’s modern, glass-walled study; this was old power, all dark wood, leather-bound books, and the faint, clean scent of lemon polish. Principal Croft sat behind a massive oak desk, his fingers steepled. On the credenza behind him, a bank of security monitors glowed softly, one of them showing a clear, high-definition view of Mr. Black’s study, now empty.

My heart hammered against my ribs. He saw everything.

“Ms. Vance,” he began, his voice a low, resonant rumble that seemed to vibrate through the Persian rug. “Please, have a seat.” His eyes, a cool, assessing grey, tracked my every move as I perched on the edge of the plush leather chair opposite him. He didn’t smile. He simply watched, letting the silence stretch, letting me squirm.

I crossed my legs, the fabric of my skirt whispering against my thighs. I could play this game. I met his gaze, a flicker of my customary defiance returning. “You wanted to see me, Principal Croft?”

A slow, knowing smile finally touched his lips. He gestured lazily to the monitor. “I oversee all aspects of this institution’s operations. Including… extracurricular disciplinary measures.” He leaned forward, the leather of his chair groaning softly. “Mr. Black is a valued member of my staff. Thorough. But I couldn’t help but notice his methods lack a certain… comprehensive nature.”

My mouth went dry. What was he suggesting?

He stood, a tall, broad-shouldered man who moved with an athlete’s grace. He circled the desk, coming to lean against its front edge, looming over me. The air grew thick, charged with an intensity that made my skin prickle. “The infraction you committed was against the entire organization, Ms. Vance. It seems only fitting your correction should be… institution-wide.”

The office door opened without a sound. Mr. Black stood there, his expression unreadable, though his dark eyes burned with a familiar fire. He stepped inside, closing the door and engaging the lock with a definitive thunk.

“Sir,” Black said, his voice clipped.

“She’s ready for the next phase of her education,” Croft stated, his gaze never leaving me. “I believe a collaborative approach is required.”

Mr. Black’s lips curved into a dark smile. “As you wish.”

Before I could process the implications, Principal Croft’s hand was in my hair, not roughly, but with an undeniable authority that left no room for debate. He guided me to my knees on the lush rug between them. Mr. Black was already unbuckling his trousers, his hardened length springing free.

“You know what to do,” Black murmured, his thumb stroking my cheek.

I did. I opened my mouth, and he slid inside, the familiar taste of him, salty and musky, flooding my senses. I began to move, my tongue swirling around his rigid shaft, taking him deep until he hit the back of my throat. I was lost in the rhythm, in the sheer degradation of the act, when I felt Principal Croft’s hands on my hips.

He pushed my skirt up to my waist and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my panties, dragging them down my thighs. The cool office air kissed my exposed skin. A finger, thick and demanding, traced my soaked slit, and a sharp, wanton gasp escaped me around Mr. Black’s cock.

“So eager for her punishment,” Croft mused, his voice dripping with dark amusement. He replaced his finger with the broad, insistent head of his own erection. He was thicker, bigger, stretching me in a new, breathtaking way. With one powerful, relentless thrust, he filled me completely.

I cried out, the sound muffled by the cock in my mouth. I was pinned, impaled between them, a vessel for their combined authority. Croft set a punishing pace, each deep, rocking thrust driving me further onto Black’s length. The world narrowed to the sensation of being utterly filled, used, and dominated.

Black’s hands fisted in my hair, controlling the rhythm of my head. “That’s it, take it all. Every bit of your correction.”

Croft’s grip on my hips was iron-clad, his thrusts growing harder, faster. The slap of skin against skin, the ragged sounds of their breathing, my own choked whimpers—it was a symphony of pure, raw possession. I could feel my own climax coiling tight, a live wire about to snap under the overwhelming stimulation.

Croft leaned over me, his chest pressed against my back, his mouth near my ear. “You belong to this institution now, Ms. Vance. Your every transgression will be met with our… mutual attention.”

His words, the feeling of being so completely claimed, shattered the last of my control. My orgasm ripped through me, violent and breathtaking, my body convulsing around Croft’s invading thickness. The clenching of my muscles must have been the final trigger for him. With a guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt, his own release pulsing hot and deep inside me.

The force of his climax, the tremors wracking my own body, pushed Mr. Black over the edge. He thrust forward one last time, his release flooding my throat as I swallowed greedily, desperately.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of our harsh, ragged breaths in the silent office. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat. Slowly, they both withdrew from me, leaving me empty and trembling on my knees, a mess of spent desire.

Principal Croft tucked himself back into his immaculate trousers, his composure unshaken save for the faint sheen of sweat on his brow. Mr. Black did the same, his eyes dark with sated hunger.

Croft looked down at me, a king surveying his well-used territory. “An… illuminating session.” He glanced at Mr. Black. “I think we can schedule a follow-up. The boardroom table, I believe you mentioned?”

Mr. Black’s smile was sharp. “Indeed. A more… public venue seems appropriate for her next lesson.”

Croft’s eyes glinted. “Excellent. For now, Ms. Vance, you may go. We’ll expect a full report on your… progress on my desk by Monday.”

I slowly, shakily, got to my feet, my legs feeling like jelly. I was smoothing down my rumpled skirt when Principal Croft added, his voice dropping to a whisper meant only for me, “And Ms. Vance? The cameras are always on.”