𝐂𝐡𝐩𝐭 𝟖

I walked past Kamala keeping my eyes straight ahead. Riah, who was walking just as fast as I was, didn't say a word. I was mad and if I would've stayed in that room, I'd probably get kicked out of school for assault. I wasn't mad that Kamala was simply doing her job, but I was pissed off at the fact that she agreed to a dinner with this lady. She could've simply said no but she didn't. As I was walking down the hall, I heard heels clicking quickly behind me. I didn't know if it was Kamala or Stanley and honestly, I didn't care to find out.

"Ms. Wright!" Kamala called out after me in a tone that was stern and loud.

I didn't wanna talk to her so I kept walking. I could hear the sound of her heels getting closer to me and the louder it got, the more infuriated I was getting. But I didn't stop. I had no idea where I was walking to, but I just needed to get out of there. I felt a hand grab my arm and hold it firmly in place. Riah and I turned our heads to look behind and there was Kamala looking at me as if I'd just committed the worst crime known to man.

Her eyes were dark and I could see that she was clearly pissed. But reason did she have to be upset? She looked between the two of us, and then turning her attention to Riah.

"Riah, would you excuse us for a moment? I need to speak with Ms. Wright."

Riah gave me a look, and I nodded letting her know I would be fine. She walked away and as soon as she was out of sight, Kamala backed me into a wall with force. Not enough to hurt me, but enough for me to feel it. I was shocked by her sudden move but I wasn't gonna let my face show it. Instead, we had a a stare off. Her chest rising and falling and that one vein was showing just on the side of her temple. It only ever came out when she was frustrated or upset.

"Allura, when I'm talking to you, don't you dare walk away from me. Do you understand me?"

Her arm was sitting across my chest now as she was only inches away from my face. I didn't say a word back to her because there nothing to talk about. Part of me wanted to be a smart ass but for her sake I kept it to myself.

She took a deep breath in and then back out. Her hands were now on her hips as she took a step back. She started pacing the room in circles and glancing back over at me. I don't know if she was trying to intimidate me or what, but it damn sure wasn't working. I glanced down at my watch checking the time because I still had other classes to show up for, when I heard her heels stop in place.

"Oh, so you've got jokes now, huh?" She said, as she stopped pacing the room.

I looked around the room confused. "What are you talking about?"

She let out a sarcastic laugh. Her shoulders had fallen slightly and she was once again, back in my face.

"Do you have other important things to do right now, Allura?"

I swallowed hard, but kept my composure. "I mean, I do have other classes, Kamala. You're not my only teacher." I said sarcastically, just to piss her off a little bit more.

Right next to us I could hear a toilet flush. One of the girl students had come out of the restroom and Kamala quickly took a step back. Once she walked out, she didn't even look in our direction. It was one of those bathrooms that not many people used.

Her lips had formed into a thin line and you could practically see the smoke coming from her ears. "So, are you going to talk like an adult and tell me why you're upset, or are you gonna just storm off again?"

I rolled my eyes as I looked up at the ceiling and then back down to her. "You know exactly why I'm upset so stop acting like I'm mad for no reason."

"Allura, that is my friend. Just because I'm going to her house, doesn't mean that anything is going to happen. Don't you trust me?"

Crossing my arms, I let out a breath that I felt like I'd been holding since this conversation started. I'm not worried about Kamala. It's Stanley that I don't trust, and Kamala is way too nice and that's why Stanley is so comfortable doing what she does.

"I do trust you, but I don't trust Stanley. She has other intentions, Kamala. I can tell by her energy. You're already over friendly so that's why she's so comfortable with her little tactics."

"I can't help that I'm nice, Allura!" Her tone now becoming loud. "How can you be mad at me for th-"

Before she could finish, I switched our positions with her back now being against the wall. Her face was that of shock as she let out a small yelp. The tables had turned and now I was the one in her face.

"Kamala, I don't know who you're getting loud with, but you need to bring it down a notch, mama."

"Get me off of this wall right now, Allur-." Her tone was still loud and firm. She was challenging me just by that look in her eyes and she clearly needed to be put in her place.

I let out a scoff as I grabbed her arms with a tight grip. "You're still being loud. I don't know who you think I am Kamala but-.... You know what, come here."

I opened the door to the bathroom right next to us. I checked every stall and there was no one in sight. I locked the doors as I backed Kamala into the wall. Without a second thought of my actions, I placed my lips on hers. The kiss was fiery and passionate. She didn't waste a second as she placed her hands behind my head pushing me into her further. Our moans were in sync as they filled the quiet space of the bathroom. The lights were dim, and tension in the room was undeniable.

Allura's hand found Kamala's waist, as they traveled down to the belt on her hips. Her breath hitched, as Allura began unbuckling Kamala's belt. For a moment, their eyes locked and there was a silent understanding that neither one of them was playing any games when it came down to each other. Allura began planting sloppy kisses all over Kamala's neck finding her most sensitive spot. She instinctively shifted her neck to give Allura more access. While Kamala's had her head back, Allura slowly reached her hand down to the center of Kamala's jeans, right between her legs.

She pulled back slightly, looking her in the eyes. "You're throbbing so badly. The question is; is how badly do you want it, mommy?"

Kamala, held onto the collar of Allura's shirt with a look of plea. She had a look of vulnerability and need. Every touch sent chills down Kamala's body and it was no doubt that her body longed for Allura. Their lips found each others again, this time more deeper.

"I want it so badly, Allura." Her tone was soft, and needy, sending a rush of adrenaline through Allura. "Put me in my place."

Just as quickly as she said it, Allura lifted Kamala from her feet and onto the sink. Allura brought Kamala into a kiss as she slide her hand down the hem of Kamala's jeans. She kneeled down and pulled them off gently but hurriedly, kissing her calf's from top to bottom. As she made her way up, she noticed that there a towel rack to the left side of Kamala's head. Luckily, it was empty and it gave Allura an idea.

She took the belt that Kamala wore and went for her hands. She wrapped the belt around Kamala's hands and tied it to the rack off to the side.

Kamala looked at the rack and then back to Allura. "What are you doing?"

Allura simply smirked as she kneeled back down.

"I'm putting you in your place. This is just so you can't run from me."

As Kamala tried to speak, Allura was already down right in front of her center. Kamala was longing so badly for Allura that she was pulsating.

"You're so wet for me, mommy."

Allura placed her tongue through Kamala's slickness causing her to throw her head back slightly. The sensation sent a chill throughout her body. Her moans filled the quiet space, as Allura smiled against her center. She wanted to grab Allura's hair but she failed due to the restraint. Her tongue was so gentle but moved with a sense of urgency against Kamala. Allura's tongue felt so good against Kamala, that she started to pick up a rhythm and grind onto Allura's face. Kamala let out another moan that was a bit louder than the last as she hissed through her teeth.

"Oh my god, right there, Allura."

Allura kept her pace steady while she looked up at Kamala in awe. But it dawned on her why she was even doing this in the first place. To put Kamala in her place.

She stopped what she was doing completely. Kamala looked down, confused. Her brows furrowing, and her face turning to that of frustration.

"No-No, why did you stop?" Her tone that of slight frustration.

"I want you to repeat after me, Professor Harris. Say you're sorry for yelling at me out there."

Allura placed a finger into Kamala's entrance causing her to jump a bit from the new sensation. She bit her lip to hold back her moans.

"I'm sorry, Allura."

Allura placed a second finger into Kamala's entrance. Her head flew back as she let her moan escape. "Say it like you mean it, Kamala. I'm not playing with you."

Kamala's breaths were becoming heavier letting Allura know that she was getting closer to the edge. She tried to pull away a bit from the sensation but Allura's grip only tightened around her thighs.

"Fuc-... I'm so sorry I yelled at you, Allura. Damn it, mommy's sorry."

Hearing Kamala so sincere and vulnerable sent a spark through her. Allura placed her mouth back onto Kamala's center and the sensation immediately caused her to whimper. Her legs were starting to shake and they began closing in on Allura's head. Kamala couldn't move her hands and it only heightened the sensation.

"Allura, you're gonna make me c-cum. I can't hold it in anymore."

Allura's lip parted into a smile as she sped up the pace of her fingers and tongue. She hit Kamala's most sensitive spot as she arched her back and let out a long moan. The site was so beautiful, watching her Professor completely lose herself under her touch. As Kamala was coming down from her high, Allura slowly withdrew her fingers, as she stood up to remove the belt from Kamala's hands. She looked over at Kamala whose hair was completely wild. She placed her fingers into Kamala's mouth and watched as she licked them clean.

She placed a strand of hair behind Kamala ears as she leaned in for a kiss. Their kiss was deep and un rushed.

"So, how do you feel?" I asked, feeling like I'd just accomplished a mission.

Kamala laughed as she cupped Allura's face for one more kiss.

"I'm feeling like I'm gonna have to get you back for this, sweet pea."

"Oh really?"

Kamala nodded, with that sarcastic smile. "Either that or I'll just have to yell at you more often"

As Allura helped Kamala get cleaned up, Allura unlocked the door walking out first. When the coast was clear, she signaled for Kamala to come out. As Kamala walked out, she ran her hands down her clothes to smooth out any wrinkles. She fixed her hair, adjusted her blazer, and began walking down the hall. Allura watched as Kamala's walk wasn't completely stable. Her legs seemed to wobble and it already had Allura ready for round two.