Bad Teacher (12 page)

Hailey

He grabs my hair and pulls until my head tilts back, his finger sliding across my slit. “Does this pussy belong to me?”

“Yes, Sir,” I whimper when he reaches my clit.

His finger disappears again, leaving me high and dry.

“Crawl to my bed,” he says.

I nod and push my knees in the right direction. Each movement is another filthy reminder of the balls inside me. I think that’s why he’s telling me to do this. He wants me to feel the intense pleasure until it makes me burst. And then he’ll probably still not let me come.

“Stand up at the edge of the bed,” he says, walking behind me.

I do what he says and stand up straight. The balls really push down now, putting ample pressure on my pussy.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he teases.

“Yes, Sir.”

“I can be good to you, Hailey … but only if you’re good to me too. And since you’ve been so bad, I’m not going to let you come … yet.” I can hear the amusement in his voice, and god, it makes me want to yell at him, but then I’d have to wait even longer for my release, which is the last thing I want.

“No back talk? I’m impressed,” he says as he opens his drawer, taking something out. I don’t respond. He didn’t ask me anything, so I’m going by his rules.

“I’m glad you finally learned that one way or another, you’re going to have to listen to me. It’s the only way to get what you want … Me.”

He grabs my arms tight. “Put them behind your back.”

“What’s gonna happen?” I mutter.

He spanks my ass so hard it makes me yelp. “What did I tell you?”

“Sorry … Sir,” I say through gritted teeth.

“But I’ll answer your question this time. I’m going to tie you up, and you’re going to let me do everything I want to you. Understand?”

I take in a sharp breath when he places my wrists next to each other and wraps something that feels like tough rope around them. “Yes, Sir.”

He pulls the rope until it fastens around my wrists, strong enough that I’ll be unable to break free without his help. My heart beats in my throat when his hand caresses my ass.

“Afraid?” he asks.

“A little.”

“Of what? Nothing will happen that you don’t want to happen. But I am going to push your limits.”

“The rope …” I mutter.

“Oh … this little thing?” He pulls on it, which makes my body lean back into his arms. His lips are close to my ear when he whispers, “This just makes it easier to control you.”

Control.

That’s what it’s all about.

He craves the power.

It scares me … but it also makes me want to let him play.

Maybe I really am into the kinky shit, even though I didn’t know.

“Trust me when I say you’ll like every single thing I do …” he whispers into my ear, his tongue darting out to lick my neck. Then he presses a kiss onto my skin, pulling at my hair to make my head dip back, claiming my body as his.

With one push, he manages to shove me down onto the bed, lifting my ass with his arm. A hard spanking follows, but it doesn’t hurt anymore. All I can feel are the pleasure beads bouncing inside me.

“Stay,” he growls, walking to his cabinet. I glance sideways and watch him rip open a condom, rolling it over his dick.

I nod, saliva running into my mouth at the sight of him walking toward me, his cock erect.

He positions himself behind me and pushes my back down. “Lower. Face against the mattress.”

I don’t resist. It feels so goddamn raunchy, like I’m being used, but it’s so arousing I can’t say no.

His fingers slide between my slit, rubbing me so fast, I swear I’m gonna come.

“You want to come?” he asks.

“Yes!” I moan.

“Beg me …” he says gruffly. “Beg me, and maybe I’ll allow it.”

“Please …” I mutter, feeling heady from the heat.

He spanks my ass again, making me groan. “Please, what?”

“Please, make me come.”

Another hard whack has me on the edge again. “Say that again.”

“Please, can I come, Sir?”

Another smack. My ass burns from his palm. “Louder!”

“Please! Let me come, Sir!” I beg. I am literally begging to be allowed.

Never have I ever let anyone decide anything for me.

Until now.

“Come.”

His commanding voice is all I need.

The moment I come, he reaches for the wire between my legs and pulls out the balls.

One. By. One.

Each plop adding more pleasure, flooding my body with chemicals that make me feel like I can fly.

One more whack to the ass literally has me screaming out loud.

“Yes, let it all out. Feel the orgasms I allow you to have. Over … and over again.”

His fingers don’t stop touching me. My slit, my pussy, my clit. Twisting, turning, slipping, sliding. Everywhere. It’s driving me insane.

Next thing I know, he shoves his cock into me.

All the way.

My lips part and an incredibly loud sighing moan slithers off my lips as he buries himself deep within me.

“Fuck …” he whispers. “You’re so fucking wet and open for me.” He slaps my ass as he pulls out. “Perfect.”

“Holy shit …” I mutter, which makes him laugh.

He thrusts in again, this time even harder than before. “This pussy needed a good fucking, that’s all. That’s why you’ve been behaving so badly. You needed more of my cock, didn’t you?”

“Yes …” I cry out when he spanks me again. Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this insane, this consumed by someone.

“Take it like a good girl then. Moan for me, Hailey. Let me hear how much you love this cock.”

I moan for him, just like he asks. Not just because I love it, but also mostly because he tells me to.

Listening to him and letting him take charge gives me a release I haven’t felt before.

Inner peace.

While being fucked like a whore.

Jesus Christ.

“Fuck yes,” he growls, holding onto my ass while fucking me raw. “This is my pussy now. Tell me whose pussy this is, Hailey.”

“Yours, Sir,” I mewl.

“
My
pussy. And I will take this pussy how?”

“However you damn well please,” I answer.

“Hmmm …” I can hear him smile. “Good girl. And you know what else? This pussy deserves all it gets.”

“Yes, Sir. Please … fuck me.”

“Are you that lusty, Hailey? So fucking turned on you’ll beg me to claim you?”

“Yes, please, anything,” I moan.

I don’t even know what I’m saying.

What I’m thinking.

I’m numb, completely numb and void of any feelings other than pure, erotic need.

“This is what men fuck like, Hailey. And this man wants his pussy to come again,” he growls. “Do it!”

WHACK!

The sound of his palm striking my ass reverberates through the room. With both hands, he grasps the ropes around my wrists and uses them as a handle to plunge in even deeper.

“Come. Now!”

The rim of his cock grinds against my sweet spot. My eyes almost roll back as my toes curl up, and the orgasmic waves engulf my body yet again. I struggle to breathe as he pounds me into the mattress; my muscles contract around his length, feeling every vein pulse with desire.

A loud howl, followed by a few thrusts, and he expels his seed into the condom inside me.

Panting, he releases himself and me. I sink down onto the bed, my body dropping sideways as I succumb to the intense energy drain. Fuck. Me. I could honestly fall asleep right now. That’s how satiated I am.

Thomas pulls off the condom and ties a knot in it, throwing it into the bin before he returns to me. With a satisfied look on his face, he sits down beside me on the bed and unties the rope around my wrists. I roll on my side as he goes to his cabinet again to take out some sort of cream, which he rubs all over my ass.

“For the pain,” he says when I furrow my brows at him.

When he’s done, I sit up straight and rub my lips while he cleans up all the stuff we used.

I don’t know what to say. Everything feels awkward. Like we’re hanging in the middle of something undefined.

“So …” he mumbles, sitting down next to me.

“So …” I repeat and look at him. “I guess it’s not a good idea to be seen together.”

He nods, staring at the wall. “For now.”

“For now?” I say, smiling cheekily.

“Yeah. If we’re going to do this more often, we have to be careful.”

I grin, nodding too.

“You’d like that?” he asks.

“Yeah … I think so.”

His fingers curl around my chin, and he turns my head toward him. “But I want you to always remember I am still your teacher. If anyone asks, we never did anything, and we’re not familiar with each other, other than being student and teacher. We didn’t kiss. We didn’t fuck. We never even touched.”

“Gotcha.” I make an arrow with my index finger and thumb and point it at him. “Well”—I get up from the bed—“I guess it’s time for me to go then.”

He just watches as I go back into the living room and collect all my clothes. It feels awkward with him leaning against the doorjamb. Somehow, he also managed to put on sweatpants while I wasn’t looking. Too bad. I kinda liked staring at his dick.

Meow.

I scream.

“What the—” There’s a cat running through my legs, almost making me fall. Jesus Christ. There’s a cat. He has a cat?

Thomas laughs. “Ninja, don’t scare her.”

“You have a cat?” I say as if I didn’t already see it with my own fucking eyes. “Why didn’t I know that?”

Thomas laughs as Ninja hides under the bed. “He likes to hide when I have visitors. Doesn’t like pussies he can’t have.”

Shaking my head, I laugh and slap my forehead. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“What?” Thomas shrugs.

“That’s gotta be one of the corniest jokes I’ve ever heard.”

“Made you laugh.”

I narrow my eyes at him but can’t help smile. “That cat’s probably just as much of a hermit as you are.”

“Ha-ha. Very funny.” He picks up Ninja and pets him. “Ninja and I just share a special bond.”

“The bond of not getting laid enough,” I retort.

“The bond of always attracting pussy wherever we go,” he says. “I mean look what’s in my house right this very moment.”

“And you both have gigantic balls,” I muse, watching him stroke the cat which raises its tail to expose some parts I’d rather not see.

“And proud of it,” Thomas boasts.

I roll my eyes and stop fueling the fire by keeping my mouth shut. I put on my shoes and brush my fingers through my hair. Then I turn around. “So … I’ll see you later then?”

“Um …” He points at my neck. “You put your dress on backward.”

My eyes widen, and my cheeks turn red as I notice the little tag sitting just below my collarbone. How could I mess this up? Fuck, I’m stupid.

“The cat distracted me,” I say.

He laughs as I hurry to take the dress off and on again, suddenly very conscious of the fact that I’m undressing in front of him. Again. I wonder if I’ll ever get used to his penetrating gaze. It’s like he fucks me with just his eyes. As if he still hasn’t gotten enough. Will he ever?

Will I ever have enough?

So many questions I don’t know the answer to.

All I know is that I don’t want it to end … yet.

I bite my lip and say, “Um … Thanks. I guess. See you in class.”

I turn around and walk toward the door when he interrupts me again. “Hailey … I’m going to make an appointment with the doctor for both of us. To get tested. I don’t expect anything to show up, but I just want to make sure.”

“Why?” I ask, my hand resting on the door handle.

“So I can fuck you bare. No condom.”

That comment returns the heat to my body.

“I’ll be expecting you to show up if you want this little thing we have to continue,” he says.

I glance at him over my shoulder. “I’d like that.”

His eyes narrow, but his tipping lip reveals a hidden smile. “Between the two of us … I don’t think we could quit. Even if we wanted to.”

I grin. “Touché.” I turn around again but then hesitate. “Before I go … I just want you to know, I’m not some hooker you can just call up to get laid.”

“Of course, not,” he says.

“I have feelings too.”

“I know,” he says, taking a deep breath.

I lick my lips then ask, “Do you promise not to shove me aside again?”