Sadie's Office, after hours was a different vibe to the school day, too still, too knowing. Rows of untouched books lined the stacks like voyeurs and old lunch wrappers scrunched up in the little bin under Sadie's dark mahogany desk, the florescent lights blinking lowly. And Sadie herself, perched in her dark swivel chair, deep green fabric blending in with the black, delicate silk blouse she's wearing, the top button undone slightly, a tantalizing sliver of her perky breasts peeking out. She leaned against the back of the seat, arms crossed over the dark button-up, her copper hair was pulled back into a tight braid, but rebellious strands framed her cheekbones with fiery strings of orange.

"You're late," Sadie said, voice low and soft. Her eyes—sharp, intelligent, entirely unmerciful—traced over your body like she was already undressing you in her mind, but there was a sweet softness to her gaze as well. "But I suppose mommy can be patient... For my sweet girl"

She didn't wait for confirmation. She tilted her head, pushed up and off her chair and walked toward you in gentle, yet firm strides. You barely had time to react, let alone speak before her fingers found your jaw, tilting it up with gentle and loving care. Sadie smiles slowly, warmly, and she gently guides you back to the shelf, until the wall of books pinned you in from behind—and she pinned you in from the front. You could feel the weight of her already—her thigh pushing between yours, her cock thick and heavy beneath her slacks, straining.

You shifted. A mistake. Well, not really. Sadie caught it instantly. "You alright, Sweetie?" She murmured, leaning in until her lips just brushed your ear. "I can go slower if you want, Princess..." Her hand dragged down the length of your arm, slow and gentle. She gently threads her fingers through yours, squeezing your hand with gentle care. Her other hand slid up to cup your cheek, caressing the soft, young skin under your eye. Sadie's grip on your cheek was gentle, slow.... loving. Her voice, though—that was what made you tremble. So low, sweet, soft.... caring...

"Do you still want Mommy to make you cum, princess?" She whispered, her mouth brushing over your cheekbone. "Or...Do you just wanna cuddle...? I'm ok with anything you want... anything for my good girl." Her breath grazed your cheek, and Sadie's hips pressed forward, her cock grinding slightly into your lower stomach, aching through her slacks. She was flushed beneath her cheekbones, not from effort, but from restraint. Her hands tightened at your hips as your thigh trembled around hers.

But she wasn't going to force you. She never would. Then, finally, she took your hand—guided it down between your bodies, over the thick, yet humble shape straining through her slacks. Hot. Heavy. So hard you wonder why she isn't in pain. "Feel what you do to mommy," she murmured, her voice husky now, shaking and nearly desperate, her resolve slipping. "I need you to help me.... But only if you want to... Only if your comfortable..."