Bad Teacher(53)

Without lowering my head, I let my eyes roam free across her body, taking in her perfect figure, with its dimples and blemishes, admiring each and every one of them.

From top to bottom and back again. Her face, framed by a bob cut, so sweet and innocent, with a smile that could warm even the most frozen of hearts.

A heart like mine.

I take a fistful of her hair and pull, forcing her head down as my lips smash to hers. I push and push until she goes to her knees, at which point our lips detach. Her tongue dips out to wet them, almost as if she’s begging for more without actually asking for it, and I oblige.

I reach down for her chin, tilt her head, and kiss her once more before turning away.

“Wait here,” I say.

She doesn’t even object.

The soundlessness of her non-existent protest is like music to my ears.

Even though just minutes ago we were having what seemed like an argument, it’s now turned into the greatest bliss there is.

Sex without repercussions. Sex without guilt.

Just sex.

And maybe a little bit of heart.

Just a tiny bit.

So tiny, it’s practically invisible.

And if anyone asks, I’ll deny it’s there … even though it is.





Chapter 20





Hailey





I sit on my knees on his floor, awaiting his return. I don’t move from my spot. I don’t ask questions. I do what a good girl does … wait for her lover to return.

I don’t feel like I need to move or say anything. I’m content where I am now.

Well, apart from the buzzing in my ass, but now that I’ve felt it for so long, I’ve almost gotten used to it. Every jolt reminds me of him and how he steals my breath away.

I’m addicted to him.

Addicted to giving myself away to someone like him, someone I can feel in my heart I can trust.

Addicted to the power play.

The distraction.

The sex.

Because that’s all it is.

God, I’m a liar, but a good one too.

When I feel his hand on my shoulder, I melt a little.

He said I belonged to him. That he owned me. That I’m his.

And those words went straight to my head.

Made me so complacent and weak in the knees.

“Hands behind your back,” he says, and I do just that. Something soft and silky is tied around my wrists. “I’m going to put something over your eyes too. Don’t be alarmed.”

He holds a dark, purple scarf in front of my head, and brings it closer until it blocks out the light, binding it around my head. It smells like him, and I imagine him wearing this under a thick coat in the winter.

“Stand up,” he says, and I get up from my knees.

I hear him circle around me, a soft, leathery sound in the background. My ears focus on the sounds more now that I can’t see, and I can hear every breath he inhales and every thump of my heart in my throat.

His fingers twist around my neck, and a warm, wet kiss is placed on my collarbone. Then my neck. And another one just below my ear. “Are you mine?”

“Yes, Sir,” I whisper as his tongue dips out to lick my earlobe.

His hand suddenly cups my pussy, making me jolt. “Is this pussy mine and mine alone?”

“Yes, Sir,” I whimper as he rubs his fingers up and down.

He swats my pussy softly, but enough to make me squirm. “Spread your legs.”

I do what he says as I feel his hand drift up and down my body, toying with my senses. His lips disappear from my neck only to reappear on my nipples, nibbling and sucking gently. His fingers between my legs make me wet and weak in the knees.

“What will you do for me?” he asks.

“Anything you desire, Sir,” I respond.

I know it makes him hard.

And it makes me so goddamn wet when he does what he wants.

We’re a match made in heaven.

“Exactly.” He grasps my ass and smacks one cheek so hard my body almost tips forward. Just that single hand on my belly keeps me in place. “My ass. My pussy. My fucking girl,” he growls, making me wanna swoon.

Suddenly, his hands disappear, and then I feel his hot breath on my pussy lips. Next thing I know, his tongue is on my clit, swirling around, making me all hot and bothered. I struggle to stay standing and stop my legs from quaking. His mouth is just that good. He knows exactly what to do and where to go. How to get me to moan. How to get me to beg.

“Fuck …” I whimper.

“Fuck? Is that a question, Hailey?” he growls, slapping my ass, which only makes my body push into his mouth more. “Tell me.”

“Fuck, yes, please.”

“What? What do you want me to do to you?” he asks.

“Fuck me, please, Sir.”

“How?” His voice is stern but sexy.

“Anywhere, anyway. Just give it to me.”

“Hmm … with my tongue?” He sucks on my clit so hard it makes me moan out loud.