I cried out with each thrust. "Harder," I gasped, and he didn't disappoint.
He reached up and grabbed a handful of hair as he drove into me, over and over, as I screamed his name.
Finally, his hands went to my waist and he pulled me onto his cock so hard. He was as deep as he could possibly be as he held me there, his cock pulsing inside me. Feeling him come send me over the edge, too, and my screams of pleasure nearly overpowered his deep grunts of satisfaction.
At last he collapsed over me, panting, spent. We both were, but I was so happy. We were together. I never thought a confident, older man like Nick would want me, but he did.
He pushed himself off me and gathered me up in his arms, carrying me over to the leather couch across from his desk. He set me down and pulled me into his arms, holding me, cuddling me.
We stayed like that for a long time.
Chapter Nine
AFTER THAT, WE fell into a routine. I'd come over twice a week, work on the project, and flirt with him by text. Or sometimes he'd come down to where I worked in his dining room, fix a snack, and chat with me while we ate it. But most times it would end the same way. He'd call me into his office for some infraction, real or imagined, and spank me. And that would lead to other fun activities, like me being bent over his desk or us going down on each other.
Each time was different, too. Once, when I got to my workspace, he'd left a sexy costume for me to put on. That made our role-playing even hotter. Another time he'd given me a toy and told me to use it at night and think of him. Fortunately, it was a whisper-quiet vibrator I could use without my parents hearing.
And last week we'd actually gone out on a date. I told my parents I'd been invited to a party, and he picked me up a couple of blocks from my house. Then we'd gone to a restaurant in a nearby town and dined, talked, danced. It had been one of the most magical nights of my life.
Encounters like that sustained me on days when I couldn't see him. Especially on a day like today when I was spending the entire day with my parents. It was the big craft fair and fundraiser that my mom led every year. Last year I'd grudgingly showed up to help, but it had been awful. Everything I saw reminded me of Brad and Stephanie. The corner where the three of us used to eat lunch together. The school store where Stephanie and I had worked during the morning break. A quiet hallway off the library where Brad and I used to sneak kisses.
But this year, Nick was the only person on my mind. His picture hung on the wall opposite the main doors. He was wearing a suit and a slightly self-conscious smile. I had to grin when I saw it. He looked much better in person, but that was okay. Maybe I was a bad girlfriend for being secretly pleased that he didn't look his best in it, but I didn't particularly want a gaggle of high school girls to drool over his picture.
Mom and I enlisted a bunch of student volunteers to help set up the cashier station where I'd be working. The pack of juniors assigned to my station looked so small. Had I looked that young when I'd attended school here?
Then she and Dad set up the bake sale area which she'd run. My Dad would be an all-purpose errand boy during the sale, helping wherever needed. My parents had been doing this for many years, and it was always a huge fundraiser for the library, the band, and whatever other program needed money.
By eleven, the craft fair was in full swing. I estimated that we'd already taken in well over a thousand dollars, forty percent of which went to the school. My little cashier brigade was doing well. Clearly, they'd been paying attention in math class. One boy, a slightly dorky kid named Kevin, seemed to have a crush on me. Laughing to myself, I wondered what he'd say if he knew I was dating his principal.
At eleven thirty, Mrs. Franklin, my old social studies teacher, came over to relieve me. "Your mother thought you might need a break. Take half an hour."
That was nice. I used the time to browse at a few booths, but I was still was in full-fledged helper mode, and I didn't want to window shop too long. I was like my mother in that regard. I headed over to the bake sale booth figuring that I could help out there for a few minutes. And a lunch of cookies and rice-crispy treats didn't sound too bad to me at all.
I caught my breath a few feet from the bake sale booth. Both my parents were there behind the table. And in front of them was Nick.
I sidled up next to him but not too close. Mom instantly handed me a cookie and asked, "How's it going?"
"Pretty good. I think we'll probably end up doing a little better than last year."
"That's what I like to hear," Mom said, and my dad nodded, smiling at me.
Nick was smiling, too, but I could tell he was being very careful about his demeanor around me. "Good morning, Cassie. Thanks for helping us out today."
"You're welcome, Mr. Conner," I said, being sure not to let any of the laughter bubbling up inside me slip out. It felt pretty strange to be calling my boyfriend Mr. Conner, but if we could do that sort of thing in our role-plays, we could do it here.
"And how's Cassie working out as a videographer?" Mom said, beaming at Nick.
"Couldn't ask for a better one. But the job turned out to be a lot bigger than she was expecting, I'd say."
"Yes," I said, smothering a grin. "I didn't know it would be that huge, but I'm really enjoying it."
Nick flashed me a quick grin before looking away. His shoulders were shaking slightly-he was trying not to laugh. My parents smiled, clueless, and then Mom squinted off in the distance.
"I think Sara and Tim just arrived," she said.
A weight dropped into my stomach. Sara and Tim were the Harpers, and if they were here, there was a chance that Brad was, too. And a second later, I saw him, making a beeline for the baked goods. He had a five-dollar bill in his hand and was eyeing the brownies.
But he stopped short when he saw me standing next to Nick.
"Hello, Brad." Dad reached out to shake his hand. He'd taught Brad in a couple of history classes, and they knew each other well.
"Hi, Mr. Davis. Mrs. Davis. Cassie." He glanced at Nick uncertainly. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion, and I tried to think of something to say to defuse the danger of this situation, but my brain was frozen.
"Did you two get introduced at our anniversary party?" Mom said looking back and forth from my ex-boyfriend to my current one. "Nick, this is another Sago Palm alumnae, Brad Harper. Brad, this is Nick Conner, the new principal."
Brad's jaw dropped as he gaped at me. "You're-you're dating the principal?"
Oh god. Please, please, please don't let this happen this way. My head felt like lead, but I turned back toward my parents. My mom was smiling, she thought this was a comical misunderstanding.
"No, of course not. Cassie's been working with Nick. She's helping him with a video like she made for our party. Did you see that? No, I guess you came too late … "
She trailed off, the beginning of a frown forming on her face. Oh god, I needed to say something. To do something. So that my parents would think Brad was joking. Why couldn't I speak? Why wasn't Nick speaking?
A quick glance up at him showed that he was just as much at a loss as I was. We needed to do something. Like go into damage control mode.
"Cassie?" Mom said, her voice an unspoken question. And then she turned to the man standing next to me. "Nick?"
But neither one of us were focused on my mom anymore. It was my dad that seemed to be gearing up to explode. Unlike my mom, he wasn't asking questions. He was angry, his face getting redder by the minute.
"Dad-" I started, not sure of what to say next, but he didn't even look at me. The way he was glaring at Nick scared the hell out of me.
"You bastard," Dad said, and the quiet intensity of his voice gave his words all the more impact. "You piece of shit."
I'd never heard Dad use language like that. Never.
"She's a child," he continued. "My child."
"Dad, I'm twenty-"
Nick looked shocked. He'd always behaved professionally toward my dad. Respectfully. I could see that respect warring with defensiveness on his handsome face. "Robert, let's step into the teacher's lounge and talk this through" He gestured down the hallway behind the booth.
"What's there to talk about?" my father snarled. "We invited you into our home, and you took advantage of our daughter."
"Rob, let's just take a moment-" Mom cast a worried glance at me as she took my father's arm, but he shook her off.
I'd never seen Dad in a rage like this before, and it broke my heart to see that anger directed at the man I cared for so much. Unconsciously, I crept toward Nick.
"Don't touch her!" Now my dad's voice was booming, and it carried across the room. Nearby conversations quieted as heads turned.