Chapter 9 – The Knock

The blinds were half down, throwing thin bars of morning light across the desks and floor. The ceiling fan turned slow overhead, stirring the heavy air without really cooling anything. Ms. Adeyemi sat on the edge of her desk, blouse unbuttoned to the waist, black lace bra pushed down so her breasts were bare and flushed. Skirt rucked up around her hips, panties long gone somewhere near the bin probably. Legs spread wide, one heel hooked on the chair in front of her.

The four boys knelt in a tight semi circle at her feet: hands clasped behind their backs, cocks hard and untouched since yesterday. Their breathing was ragged, eyes glassy from days of denial and want.

She had two fingers buried inside herself slow circles over her clit while she spoke in that low, velvet voice that made them all twitch.

“I’m imagining Khalid’s cock again,” she murmured, eyes flicking to him. “The way he filled me this morning before school. Slow. Deep. Like he was marking his place.” She pumped her fingers once, twice the wet sound loud in the quiet room. “And I’m imagining Chidi’s mouth on me right now… licking up every drop Khalid left behind.”

Chidi groaned low, broken. His hips jerked forward into empty air.

Tobi whimpered. “Please, Adeyemi”

She smiled without mercy. “Not yet. Beg prettier.”

Yusuf’s voice came out hoarse. “I’ll do anything. Just let me taste you. One lick. Please.”

She tilted her head, considering, fingers never stopping.

Then

Knock knock knock.

Three sharp raps on the door.

The room froze solid.

Her fingers stilled inside her.

Khalid’s shoulders tensed.

Chidi’s eyes went wide panic flashing through the lust.

Tobi actually stopped breathing for a second.

Yusuf’s head snapped toward the door.

Another knock harder.

“Ms. Adeyemi?” A woman’s voice, muffled but unmistakable. Mrs. Okeke, the Vice Principal. “Are you in there? I need to speak with you about the WAEC invigilation roster.”

Adeyemi didn’t move. Didn’t cover up. Didn’t even pull her fingers out.

She looked down at the four boys still on their knees, still hard, still frozen like statues and raised one finger to her lips.

Dead silence.

Mrs. Okeke knocked again. “Ms. Adeyemi? I saw your bag through the window earlier. The door’s locked.”

Adeyemi’s voice came out calm teacher calm, the same tone she used to quiet a noisy class.

“One moment, ma. I’m just finishing a private consultation with some students. Give me two minutes.”

A pause. Shoes shifting in the corridor.

“Students? At this hour? After the bell?”

“Extra revision,” Adeyemi answered smoothly. “They’re very dedicated. Literature group project. We’re almost done.”

Another long silence.

Then thank God the footsteps retreated down the hallway toward the staff room.

Adeyemi let out a slow breath through her nose.

She looked back at the four boys. Their faces were flushed red fear and arousal twisted together into something almost painful.

She slid her fingers free glistening and brought them to her lips, tasting herself while they watched.

“Close one,” she whispered. “Anyone makes a sound, we’re all explaining ourselves to the Vice Principal right now. Naked. Hard. Covered in each other.”

Chidi swallowed hard. “We… almost got caught.”

“Yes,” she said softly. “And that made you even harder, didn’t it?”

No one denied it. Their cocks twitched visibly at the words.

She stood up slowly, skirt falling back into place but blouse still open, breasts bare and flushed.

“New rule,” she said. “Because of that knock, we’re changing the game. One of you gets to come right now on my thigh. But only if you can stay completely silent while you do it. Not a whimper. Not a gasp. If you make any sound, you lose your turn and wait until Friday.”

She pointed at the floor right in front of her right leg.

“Khalid. You first. You’ve been good. Stroke yourself. Come on my skin. No noise.”

Khalid rose on shaky legs, stepped forward, wrapped his hand around his cock. He stroked fast desperate after the near miss eyes locked on the smooth brown of her thigh.

The room went deathly quiet except for the wet sound of his fist and the faint creak of the fan.

He lasted maybe twenty seconds.

His abs clenched. His breath hitched once tiny, barely there but he caught it. Then he came thick ropes spilling across her thigh in hot pulses. Silent. Perfect.

She stroked his hair once. “Good boy. Clean it up.”

He dropped back to his knees and licked his own come from her skin slow, thorough without a sound.

She looked at the other three still denied, still trembling.

“Chidi,” she said next. “Your turn. Same rules. Silence or you’re out until Friday.”

Chidi stood cock dark and leaking hand already moving. He stared at the wet streak Khalid left on her thigh like it was the only thing in the world.

He stroked faster than Khalid had. More frantic. Jaw clenched so tight a muscle jumped in his cheek.

Ten seconds. Fifteen.

Then his control slipped just a tiny, choked grunt in the back of his throat.

Adeyemi’s eyes narrowed.

She stepped back. “Stop.”

Chidi froze mid stroke chest heaving, cock throbbing in his fist, a thick bead of pre-come dangling from the tip.

“No,” she said quietly. “You made a sound. Sit down. Hands behind your back. You watch the rest.”

Chidi’s face crumpled humiliation and need twisting together but he obeyed. Dropped back to his knees, untouched, aching.

She turned to Tobi.

“Your turn, sweet boy. Show me you can be quieter than Chidi.”

Tobi stepped up shaking hand on himself. He came in under fifteen seconds silent, eyes squeezed shut, spilling across her other thigh in long, trembling ropes.

She smiled. “Perfect.”

Then Yusuf.

He lasted longest almost thirty seconds before a tiny, involuntary whimper escaped when he tipped over the edge. Come painted her calf in messy spurts.

She tsked softly. “Almost.”

Yusuf sank back, head bowed.

She looked at them all Khalid and Tobi spent but satisfied, Chidi and Yusuf denied and miserable.

“After school,” she said. “My flat. 5 p.m. sharp. Chidi and Yusuf you have one chance to earn back your release tonight. Fail again, and it’s the weekend without touching.”

She buttoned her blouse slowly, smoothed her skirt, wiped the last traces of come from her thighs with a tissue from her desk.

“Now get dressed. Quietly. And remember if Mrs. Okeke asks why you were all here so late…”

She smiled.

“…tell her the truth. Extra revision. Very dedicated students.”

They dressed in silence ties crooked, shirts untucked, eyes down.

When the door finally clicked shut behind them, Adeyemi leaned against her desk, heart still racing from the knock.

She slipped a hand between her legs again feeling how wet the near miss had left her and smiled to herself.

After school was going to be very interesting.