by Lena Little
“That was only half as naughty as I was about to be.”
I look down at her, water dripping from her eyes, and I know this is her first time doing something like this. She can barely take half of me without choking. Still, I want to hear it from her mouth.
I fist the base of my dick, pulling it out of her mouth.
“Is this the first time you’ve ever been this naughty?”
She nods.
“You’ve never had a man’s, or even a boy’s, cock in your mouth?” I ask, knowing if she says yes I’m going to get that asshole’s name so I can end his existence.
“No, teacher. I promise. You’re my first.”
Mine.
“Do you know how many times I’ve fantasized about this moment?”
“As much as I have?” she shoots back immediately.
“More.”
“Impossible.”
Suddenly there’s a knock on the door. “Mr. Smith, we need the results of today’s oral examinations,” an elderly woman’s voice calls out. I recognize it as the principal’s assistant, and annoyance fills me.
“Did I pass both oral examinations?” Alexa questions from her knees.
“This second one will require further study.”
“Mr. Smith. Please. The results. We need them immediately so they can’t be compromised.”
I’m the one who’s compromised if anyone walks in right now and finds the two of us.
As much as I want to tell her to get lost and get back to what really matters, Alexa, I can’t. I’m not taking this any further here with Alexa, risking problems for her in regards to her pending graduation. Me? I could care less, but my princess doesn’t deserve to have her virginity taken like this. She needs candles and roses and then all the aftercare that goes with it, including all the compliments I need to give her to make both of us feel complete.
And that’s exactly what’s going to happen.
“Wait here for me?”
“Where?”
“Here,” I say, quietly, moving her behind the door as I quietly zip up my pants, eliciting a frown from my little angel. “I’ll be right back and then we’ll get out of here.”
“We’re leaving? Together?” she asks, her expression changing on a dime as her eyes shoot open, full of hope.
“Yes. Together,” I confirm. “Just wait for me right here.”
“I won’t go anywhere. I promise…Daddy.”
Just as I go to put my hand on the knob my muscles tighten at the way she addresses me. “And I’m not going anywhere in this world, without you by my side.”
“Promise.”
“One hundred percent…just like the score I’m putting down for your exam today.”
She smiles and winks at me, her playful girlish behavior on full display. And as soon as we get out of here there’s going to be a lot more on display, of my little princess. A lot.
3
Alexa
I wipe my face with the back of my arm and sit down on the floor of Professor Smith’s office. I can’t even sit in his chair because I might fall over right now.
I studied all night to pass this exam and here I am passing another ‘exam’ from him, the kind I’ve been wanting to take all semester. How could an inexperienced little girl like me satisfy this man who has more worldly experience than I do in my tiny pinky finger? And part of that experience is judgement, which he relied on in deciding not to take me right here and now, even though I was ready. Even though I wanted it.
I shake my head from left to right, wanting him to get back here as soon as possible so I don’t wake up and find out this is a dream in every way. He even asked me to call him Daddy, which is exactly what I want him to be for me.
I was ashamed to admit the weird thoughts rushing around in my head and here it turns out it’s exactly what he wants to hear, and to hear this word from me.
I smile wider than the Cheshire cat, and my cheeks nearly crack when I hear a knock on the door.
I spring to my feet and jerk the door open, only for my ear to ear grin to immediately flip upside down and sag to the floor.
“I was told I’d find you here.”
“What are you doing here?” I ask my mom, completely shocked that she’s suddenly taken any interest in my education beyond what it might be able to do for her.
“What am I doing here? What the hell do you think I’m doing here? I’m making sure you pass that test so your life amounts to something so you can make real money and help your mother out.”
Just as I expected, it’s all about her. I do want to help my mom out, but I think she’d be better served by a change in her mental space than more money in her bank account.
“I…I did fine, mom. Thanks for asking.”
“Good, then we can go. There are dishes that need doing, a toilet that needs scrubbing, and a dinner that ain’t gonna cook itself.”
“My teacher told me to wait for him here,” I stand my ground.
“You said you passed the test. What more use could you have here? What more could there be to say? What more could he need?”
If only she knew.
“Wait a second!” she calls out so loudly that I’m worried others are going to hear. “How did you pass that test?”
“I studied all night, mom. You saw me.”
“You little whore! I should have known,” she screeches, grabbing me by the hair before I have time to dig my fingernails into anything close enough to try and hold on tight. “You sucked that man’s cock for a passing grade, didn’t you.”
I refrain from yelling out that if I had, which I didn’t, I would have done it only after learning it by watching her train wreck of a life unfold for the last eighteen years.
Dragging me through the halls kicking and screaming I finally give in, needing to display some sort of dignity as I leave the place I’ve studied the last four years. I’m not popular by any measure, but the last thing I need is to suddenly become just that for an incident like this…especially when I’ve officially passed and all that’s left to do is walk in my cap and gown. And walking starts right now, as I try and straighten myself out, despite the fact that I look like one of those actors in a V-8 commercial from the 80’s before they had their V-8 for the day, my body at an angle as my mom won’t let go of my hair.
And up the hallway it’s clear to see some of my classmates just won’t stop laughing, or taking pictures of me, surely posting them to social media and tagging them so everyone can see.
“Mom, let me go?” I say as we exit the school grounds. “I’m off school property. There’s nowhere to run to.”
“You think I trust your sneaky little cock-sucking ass? Think again, missy,” she says, stuffing me into the nearly broken down car of some guy I’ve never seen before.
“Drive Daryl!” she orders.
“Yes, ma’am,” he says, and we take off…and from the back seat I get a glimpse of the driver, who I’d bet the entirety of the seventeen dollars and ninety-three cents I have to my name, will be the guy staying over tonight…assuming he doesn’t make up some excuse to high tail it out after he gets what he wants from my mom.
“You humiliate me by—“
“I’m not the one humil—“
But before I can get the word out I feel the back of my mom’s hand crack across my mouth and my head hit the back of the seat.
“Damn, Sheila. If this is the lead up to the main event I can’t wait to get you two home.”
“Shut the fuck up, Daryl…and drive,” my mom says, slapping him on the shoulder.
My mom’s chest is heaving as she turns her scornful eyes back on me. “You know this is all your fault. You scared off your father and I haven’t been able to land a man since. You think any self-respecting man is willing to take a woman with baggage?” She shakes her head from side to side as if I needed her to answer her own questions.
“I’m sorry, mom,” I say, tucking my chin into my chest. “Just let me go back to the school and
you won’t have to deal with my baggage anymore.”
“And embarrass me further? Hardly.” She pauses. “Hell, when I get home I’m gonna call the school and ask to speak to that teacher, apologize on your behalf.” She pauses again before continuing quietly under her breath, “Maybe blackmail him into a better grade so you can graduate top of your class and make your mom proud, get some scholarship money that we can use to help out with the apartment.” Another pause. “Is he single?”
I bury my face in my hands just before I hear Daryl’s laughter fill the car. “I knew you was a hoe,” he says, and then the car hits a bump, my head ramming into one of the rods that makes up the roof and everything goes black.
4
Alexa
An hour later and I’m still standing in the corner like a child. I can’t believe my mom came up with this punishment nor can I believe I accepted it. The only reason it worked is because she hit me with a low blow…I don’t stand in the corner and I don’t get to walk in my graduation, which would officially be my last chance to see my teacher again.
Granted, I’m an adult, but still…I’d rather just take this one for the team, the team being me and only me, and at least try and keep the peace in the house. Plus my mom is in the other room making weird noises so as long as I can hear those I don’t really need to stand in the corner. When they stop I just run over to where the six foot walls meet, ready in case she comes bursting in.
The worst part is actually being isolated in my room, as it gives my mind the time to wander.
Maybe my mom was right?
Maybe I’m following in her footsteps and only passed, or got what I wanted, because of…what I did with my mouth, and I’m not talking about the words that came out of it.
He did give me some very easy questions and from the glossed over look in his eyes it didn’t even look like he was paying attention to my answers, just like men don’t pay attention to my mom after she gives them what they want.
I’m such a fool, falling for this older man’s tricks. Or am I? Something about it just seemed so…real, although I have to admit to myself I’m young and naive, no matter how much I think I’m not.
My heart sinks and I hear the noises from the other room stop and I race to the corner just in time before the door comes flying open.
“You better be in that corner, young lady.” The door slams back shut and not a minute later my mom’s back at it.
Just as I’m about to carefully creep onto my bed, the sound of a motorcycle engine causes the window to rattle.
What the…?
I move quickly to the small window in my room, moving the curtains aside ever so slightly as I peer through, watching a giant of a man throw one leg over his sleek motorcycle.
Taking a moment to survey the front of our home before his big mitt reaches back toward his motorcycle, turning the key and then removing it before jamming it into his front pocket.
Taking long strides up to the front of our building as if he owns it, he beelines it right to our front door on the ground floor as if he’s been here a million times before. Like he’s the man of the house, despite never setting foot inside our place even though it looks like he’s about ready to kick the door in at this very moment.
I make my body small, angling it to the side as I try not to cause the curtains to sway despite my white-knuckle grip on them.
He bypasses the doorbell completely, a wise choice considering it doesn’t work, and a half a second later the sound of his thick knuckles rapping on our shanty wooden door cause me to jump, my arms pulling into my body as my shoulders dart upward.
My heart hammers in my chest as I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding.
Craning my neck, I can barely see him at this point, despite his big frame. My view gets blurry and I realize that despite the summer heat I’ve still managed to exhale too hard on the glass, fogging it just enough to ruin my view…and catch his attention.
His neck bends slowly, his head trailing behind it and I yank the curtains shut, stepping back from the window. I don’t want him to see where I live, to meet my mother, or him to see the embarrassing conditions that make up my life.
“Who is it?” my mom asks, almost in accusatory fashion.
“Mr. Smith, your daughter’s Russian teacher.”
My bedroom door comes flying open, my mom standing in the entryway with her hands on her hips as she purses her lips and shakes her head. Her body is tight and her arms move from her waist to fold across her chest as her legs pull closer until they’re touching, a primal instinct to protect her vital organs when a deadly predator is near.
Three more knocks on the door boom through our tiny apartment and my body jerks in response yet again, as I bite down on the inside of my cheek.
Mom motions toward the door with her head and eyebrows. “He’s your teacher. You answer it.”
“Are you going to put some clothes on?”
“I’m wrapped in a sheet. It covers more than clothes do. Plus it’s my house and I don’t need to get dressed up for nobody.”
“Anybody, mom,” I correct.
“Just get your ass to the door and open it up.”
I take a deep breath and move toward the door, taking the handle in my grip like it’s a ticking time bomb before slowly turning it sideways, opening the door for my beast of a teacher.
As I slowly open the door, it quickly becomes clear that Mr. Smith’s wide shoulders take up the entire width of our doorway, and I’m not the only one who notices. Daryl cowers away, saying nothing.
“Are you going to invite me in?” my teacher grumbles.
My mom raises a finger and just as her mouth opens Mr. Smith says, “Shut it. I heard what you did back at the school, making a scene and embarrassing your child. I’m calling the shots now, since you clearly can’t,” he orders, his eyes scanning the room and stopping on the empty Jack Daniels bottle on the cracked coffee table in front of the couch.
“I was just going to welcome you to our home,” my mom says, clearly words she hadn’t planned on uttering seconds ago.
His eyes glare at her and my mom laughs nervously. “Can I get you something to drink?”
“Wodka,” he says, and my eyes narrow, noticing he asked for ‘wodka’ and not ‘vodka’. It’s the most Russian I’ve ever heard his accent and only opens up the mystery that makes up this man even wider.
He steps past the threshold looking like a tornado who wants to come in and wipe out every part of this apartment if for no other reason than so it can be rebuilt fresh.
“I heard you were taken from my office kicking and screaming, Alexa. Is that true?”
“Yes,” I say softly, nodding my head slowly.
“I’m sorry I kept you waiting. And I’m sorry you weren’t treated with the respect a princess deserves,” he says, his icy gaze returning to my mother.
“Well…I just figured she might have offered up something…maybe in order to pass that exam…she’s a crafty one is all so you never know, and I was thinking—“, she rambles.
“Silence!” my teacher orders, the glass in the window shaking as his dual-syllable word echoes through the house. “Is that your room?” he asks, motioning his head toward exactly that.
“Yes,” I swallow.
“We’ll complete the exam in there…since we were so rudely interrupted back at school.”
“She’s been studying hard, professor,” mom blurts out. “She needs a good grade to go to college and make us a lot of money.”
My teacher completely ignores her instead focusing on Daryl. “Out,” Mr. Smith says calmly, and Daryl, who’s well over six feet and built solidly, jumps to his feet from the couch and scurries out the door with his tail between his legs.
Mr. Smith takes a step closer toward me, the floorboards underneath him cracking. Oh my God, he’s going to continue our…oral exam…right here in my house. In my room.
My heart jackknifes as my mom hands him a glass of vodka, whic
h he tips back like a marathon runner polishing off a cup of water immediately following a race, in one gulp.
He doesn’t even break stride as he places the glass right back in my mom’s hand and then takes me by the hip, moving me into my room and kicking the door shut behind me.
“I’m sorry, for this, for—“
Before I can finish a single index finger crosses my lips vertically. “I’m the one who should be apologizing. I’ve been trying so damn hard to stay away from you all semester when I should have just done what I was going to do all along, come here and take you away from all of this madness you’re living with. I can’t believe my angel is living in a modern day hell.” He pauses, his fists tightening. “Something tells me that man in the living room isn’t the first man of his kind to frequent these premises.”
I shake my head side to side.
“Have any of them tried to touch you?”
“No. I stay in my room when mom brings over her…friends.”
“Thank fuck.”
“You said a bad word.”
“Sweetheart,” his deep baritone calls out to me as he moves impossibly closer, “there’s a lot of bad about me that you have no idea about. I’m a dark man, but you’re going to be my light. Because of you I’m going to walk a new path in life. And all roads lead to you and only you.”
“Me?” I gulp.
“You. But damn, it’s so wrong.”
“Because I’m still in school?”
“That, and you’re so young.” The back of his palm brushes against my cheek before making its way down my neck and across my collarbone, sending goosebumps everywhere. “Like I said, I’m a bad man. Don’t let this whole teacher ruse fool you. You shouldn’t even be thinking of me as your teacher, as you know. Alexander, Sir, or my preferred name…Daddy, will all serve us much, much better.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimper.
His head moves down and his nose brushes against mine before his lips do the same to my lips. “Wars are fought over a face like that. I’d kill if any man touched this beauty,” he says, his calloused thumb running over my cheek. “Little girl, you are something else. And you are mine.”