Chapter 12. Fucking My 60-Year-Old Principal: pt. 3

I swallowed hard.

”Sir? Me? You? Sex?” I stammered, my voice barely a whisper,

”I’m confused,” I managed to scoff.

He leaned closer, his breath brushing the side of my neck, slow and deliberate. “And what exactly are you confused about?” he murmured, his tone . “It’s simple,” his eyes pinned mine. “Have sex with me… and your future goes back to normal.”

”Funny thing” he murmured “You have no idea of how much I use your sex tape to masturbate”.

”And remember who kept you from getting expelled because of it?” He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a low whisper that brushed against my skin. “You owe me, sweetheart, you should be my sex slave.”

”You really have lots of chances of getting expelled from this college. First it was you tampering with the school results; now this.”

”You’re really so lucky to have me in your life, but now I’ve gotten to my peak of being like a father to you.”

My breath caught. “W-what do you mean?”

His