Teach Me Daddy

by Isabella Starling

  "What the fuck are you doing?" Alexander asked me. His voice was so calm it scared me, but he was slurring his words. A fear so intense I'd never felt anything like it ran like a shiver down my spine.

  "N-nothing," I whispered. I wanted to tell him to get out. To leave me alone. To stop looking at me like I was a meal he was having for fucking dinner. "Please, can you leave?"

  "Leave?" he roared, approaching me so fast it felt like he'd covered the distance in less than a second. He made a lunge for me and I ducked out of the way, a small gasp leaving my lips as I tried to get away from him.

  "Don't you fucking dare run away from me, Cora," he yelled, and my whole body shook with fear when he made another grab for me. This time around, his fingers wrapped around my forearm and he yanked me toward him, his eyes blazing with anger and mine with fear.

  "Please," I begged. "Please don't hurt me, I haven't done anything wrong."

  He forcibly opened my hand and took the razor from it, disregarding the blood that was now leaking down my fingers and onto the floor tiles. I'd never felt more embarrassed. Hot tears of humiliation pricked my eyes and I stubbornly tried to blink them away without too much effect.

  "You haven't done anything wrong?" Alexander said angrily. "You fucking shaved your cunt, you horny little bitch."

  I couldn't stop the tears anymore and they fell from my eyes, burning my cheeks which were already flaming up with embarrassment. I just wanted to disappear. I wanted Maddox to come and get me, save me from this nightmare. But I was all alone, and Alexander was hot on my trail.

  He pulled me closer by my arm and I yelped in pain.

  "You're hurting me!" I cried out, but he was too blinded by rage to notice or care. "Please, Alexander!"

  "What the fuck did you just call me?" he hissed at me and my face blanched. Surely he couldn't be serious.

  "I'm sorry," I moaned, my arm stinging bad as his fingernails dug into my tender skin. "Please, I'm sorry! Just let me go!"

  "Call me by the right name," he yelled, and I shivered, so scared of him I was feeling queasy.

  "I'm sorry, dad, I'm sorry!" I begged, really sobbing now. I knew I was a mess, crying and begging and sobbing loudly as he dragged me to the sink and dropped the razor in it.

  "Not dad," he demanded. "It's not dad, what did you call me when you were younger, you stupid fucking whore?"

  "Daddy!" I cried out. "Daddy. Please, just let me go."

  Finally, he tore his hand away from my arm and I cried in relief as he pulled away from me. I was sobbing hard as he took a step back, taking a disgusted look at my naked body.

  It had felt so wrong, calling him that. Nothing like it did with Maddox. It felt dirty, and wrong, and strange. I was never going to call him Daddy again. I wasn't going to call him dad, either. It was Alexander from now on, and if he fucking wanted to, he could kill me for it.

  I was feeling brave in my head, but in reality, I was still a sobbing, shivering mess.

  "Clean yourself up," he told me, the disgust plain in his voice.

  I grabbed a towel off the rail and covered up my nakedness, feeling disgusting under his watchful eyes. I wanted to beg him to leave but knew it wouldn't serve a purpose. He would just try to hurt me again or scream for more. He'd leave on his own terms. I needed him to think he was still in control of me.

  "I'm sorry," I said pathetically. "I'm sorry."

  "You should be," he said, coming up to me. He grabbed my face by the cheeks and made me look at him. "Look into my eyes, whore."

  I shivered, too scared to lift my gaze off the floor.

  He slapped me then, really slapped me, his palm connecting with my cheek and making my head ring like an alarm.

  "I said look at me!"

  I raised my eyes to his fearfully, trembling with fear as his eyes focused on mine. I didn't even know if he was drunk anymore, but he was definitely angry as hell, and he wanted to hurt me. His eyes were storming, and his grip was hard and relentless.

  And then he spit into my face and I cried out as he let me go, tumbling backwards.

  "Clean yourself up, filthy bitch," he told me, and I cried out like I were a child, hoping for him to have some mercy. But I knew I wouldn't be so lucky.

  He gave me a patronizing look as I picked myself up from the floor, smearing blood all over the towel I'd grabbed, and then he left the room, slamming the door behind him and making the frosted window rattle.

  I picked myself up slowly, piece by piece. I wiped his spit from my face with a towel and cleaned my hand in the sink. The cut wasn't too deep, but it was long and blood was still running down my forearm. Since I'd ruined the towel anyway, I wrapped it around my hand tightly to stop it from bleeding all over the place.

  I washed my face with some cold water and gave my reflection a hard look.

  This was the last time I'd let him get to me.

  A long time ago, I promised myself I'd be gone the first time he hit me.

  It was time to live up to that promise.

  I needed to get out of the house, and fast. And I needed to plan it well, make sure he wouldn't see it coming.

  Eleven

  Maddox

  I waited. It was torture, hell, and sweet bliss all rolled into one. For more than a week, I barely recognized the fact that Cora Lockhart existed. It was for both our sakes. I needed the time to clear my head, and she definitely needed it to try and figure out what she really wanted.

  I knew well enough that had I gone to her the day after I took her to my home, she would be putty in my hands, melting against my touch. But contrary to what I had thought before, that wasn’t what I wanted. No, I wanted her to make up her own mind. I wanted her to know that she wanted me, that she needed me, not just sense it.

  Every day, she was in my class, and every day I treated her just like any other student. I threw back her bullshit, and commended her for any clever insights she had, but no more or less than anyone else. I didn’t come to my classroom for lunch, I didn’t seek out chances for us to be together.

  And I ignored her texts.

  She started making good use of the phone number on the second day of minimum contact from me. First she pretended to ask about school assignments, which I told her to discuss with her classmates. Then, she started asking me about how my day was going. I didn’t respond.

  Then, she asked me if I wanted to know about her day. Or what she was wearing. Or whether I was curious if she had shaved herself for me yet. I didn’t give her a single thing for that either, not a word, not a fucking winky emoticon, nothing.

  And then the pictures came. First of her fully clothed, maybe just showing me her milky thighs, with the school skirt riding a little too high over them. Or her bending forward slightly, with captions asking about whether or not I missed her.

  Of course I fucking did.

  Then, the shirt came off. And the skirt slipped down her hips. It was a picture of her in one of her too-small bras, one hand over pink panties, on her pink sheets in her bubblegummm room that finally got me.

  ‘Daddy, I need you.’

  She could have just nailed me to the post right then and there because she must have known I was a man without a future at that point. The picture came the evening before a Friday and it took every little shred of self-control to keep me from getting in the fucking car and going to pick her up right then and there and giving her what she’d been asking for so insistently.

  If there had been any thought that she didn’t want exactly what I was offering, she’d gone above and beyond that week to prove to me that she did. Short of offering herself up on a platter, she’d done everything she could to tell me that she wanted me, needed me… And I still hadn’t acted on it.

  Fucking hell, I swore I could still taste her on my lips from that first night in her room, when I glided my fingertips over her pussy lips, when I curled them over her clit and then tasted her sweet, virgin taste. She was the ripest, sweetest fruit I could imagine and I couldn’t wait to bite in
.

  So why hadn’t I?

  I wasn’t the only one wondering that. My ‘employer’ had been incessant with his calls, hitting me up about once every other day, asking if I’d made any progress. I kept deflecting, saying that these things took time, that he wanted her to be ‘just right’ when I was done with her.

  In all honesty, that was exactly why I didn’t want to fuck her. Because when I did, that might mean it would be all over. I’d pack my things again, though I’d never really unpacked, get back in my sedan and get out of this town. Within a few months, I’d be back at a prestigious school, teaching about things that really interested me.

  Getting back to my real life.

  A life that didn’t seem half as inviting anymore.

  I took one more look at the picture Cora had texted me. With a frustrated groan, I typed a response for her and then tossed the cellphone on the couch, as far from me as I could get it.

  The text read ‘Be in class tomorrow.’

  Not that she’d ever miss one.

  &&&

  It was the last period on a Friday when Cora walked into the classroom, a nervous expression on her face. There was still a few minutes left until the bell, and I kept at my work, grading some essays from the class before hers without acknowledging her presence. She was the only person other than me in the class at the moment.

  Tentatively, she took her seat and stacked her books and stationary on the table. When she was done, she folded her hands on her lap and waited, sitting ramrod straight. Every now and then, she would glance at the clock, hanging above the door, waiting for the bell to ring and class to start.

  When it did, it was still just her and I in the room. I stood up without a word and strode to the door, pulling it closed as the commotion of kids rushing to their classes started dying out in the hallways. I flipped the lock on the door and then walked back to my desk.

  I had cancelled class for everyone but her. It felt fitting, being alone with her in this room again. Hell, it felt like there was no one around every time we shared the same space anyway.

  “Cora, we’re going to have a special class today,” I told her, leaning against the solid table, my cock throbbing in my pants already.

  “Okay,” she said, cocking a brow at me. “Just… me and you?”

  I nodded.

  “Yes, Cora, just you and I. Get out of your chair. Stand up for me.”

  She scrambled to her feet so fast that she almost kicked over the chair. That blush I’d come to expect and appreciate flushed on her cheeks as she smoothed back her hair from her face, glancing down at her shoes and then up at me again.

  “Take your jacket off. And your shirt.”

  A nervous smile lit up her face as she did as I asked, shrugging off the jacket and then pulling off the shirt. I’d expected questions – where are everyone, or are you sure we should be doing this here – but I got nothing of the sort. I guess she wanted this more than I even thought she did.

  I bit the inside of my mouth as I caught my first glimpse of her pale skin, the generous curve of her tits, confined by a lacy bra, and the way she was trying to suck in her stomach. She was perfect, it was nonsense that she was nervous about how she looked, but I’d let her know that soon enough.

  “You shouldn’t have been texting me like that, Cora,” I started, a stern expression plastered to my face. “It’s inappropriate. I’m your teacher, not your friend.. Do you understand that?”

  The expectation and eager glee on her face faded away slightly, replaced by a worried frown. She tried to cross her arms over her chest but I tsked as she moved to do so, making her keep her arms down by her sides.

  “Answer me, Cora.”

  “Yes… Daddy,” she said, and I could barely hold back the groan.

  She knew exactly how to fucking play me, the little minx. I reached for a metal ruler behind me on the desk, and ran it through my palm thoughtfully. Then, I smacked it into my palm once, twice. The swish and she sickening splat of it against me skin made her jump a little.

  “That’s not what good girls do. And do you know what happens to good girls when they misbehave?”

  “They get… punished?” she asked, a mischievous spark coming to life in her eyes now.

  Of course she was fucking turned on by this. I would have expected nothing less from her. I spotted her clenching her thighs now, her breath coming in faster, fluttery bursts.

  “That’s correct, Cora. They get punished. Do you want a chance to make it up to me?”

  “Yes, please, Daddy,” she said eagerly, smiling slightly now. “What can I do so you wouldn’t be… angry with me?”

  I set the ruler down and stood up straight. I shrugged off my jacket and folded it neatly on the table. Then, I undid my belt and the zipper on my suit pants. Her hungry, greedy little eyes followed every motion. When I pushed down the front of my boxers to reveal my fully rigid, thick, long cock, she let out what could only be described as a mewl.

  I curled my hand around the shaft, keeping my eyes on her, and pumped it a few times, slowly. Cora’s mouth fell agape as she stared at my cock, transfixed, like it was the most amazing thing she’d ever seen. I swear, she forgot to fucking breathe for a moment there. My greedy, hungry little thing.

  A bead of precum glistened on the head, cut and wide.

  “Clean it up for Daddy,” I told her.

  She stepped forward and without looking up at me, sunk to her knees in front of me. A part of me had half-expected her to grab her clothes and run, but she was full of surprises, most of all with her eagerness to be corrupted. She balled her hands in her lap, her face close to my cock, and my balls constricted at the mere thought of her mouth around me, sucking me dry.

  She glanced up at me, her green eyes shimmering with gratitude, and kept eye-contact as she poked out her pink tongue and lapped over the head the first time. I sucked in a breath as I saw the precum disappear in her mouth, a tiny bit smearing her tongue.

  She closed her eyes in bliss as she tasted me, and then she opened her mouth wider and sucked my head in.

  “Shit, Cora,” I groaned as her hands went to my thighs, her fingers digging in as she stretched her mouth to fit my huge cock. “That’s it, show me how fucking sorry you are, little thing.”

  It was a farce, we both knew it, but we were more than glad to participate. I wrapped my fingers in her hair and she moaned into me, sending a shudder running through my body. So eager, so willing, and so mine.

  “You’re a filthy little cocksucker for your first time,” I growled as she started bobbing up and down, no longer satisfied with just tasting me on her tongue. “Is this how you want it all the time, Cora? Dirty, disgusting, on your knees for me?”

  She looked up at me, her eyes hazy as she sucked on me hungrily. I doubted she heard half of what I said, but she couldn’t have turned me on more if she tried.

  My fingers tightened in her red mane and I thrust my hips forward slowly, pushing myself past her mouth and into her throat. I was barely half-way in her and I wanted to feed her my full fucking length, give her a lasting taste of what it felt to be facefucked by a real man, by a real cock, so she’d never want or be satisfied by another.

  She gagged slightly, but pulled it together as I pulled back. Then, I pushed in deeper, and she squealed, her fingers digging into my thighs. But she took it, and asked for more. So I gave her more.

  Every time I thrust in deeper, she gagged around me, making me desperate to cum in her throat and keeping me at the edge every fucking time. She didn’t even know how fucking hot she was, in my classroom, on her knees for me, sucking her first cock. Her lips were stretched around my shaft and there were tears trickling down her cheeks, marring her black mascara.

  Instead of pushing away from me, she kept shoving herself closer to me, her body leaning against my legs as I fucked her mouth. She was so soft, so warm, her lips tightening around me and her tongue swirling along the bottom of my cock whenever she could.

 
“That’s it, sweetheart,” I growled, bucking my hips faster and faster. “That’s what I want. You on your fucking knees for me, taking me just like I ask you to.”

  The words were a muddled mess but they kept pouring over my lips. Saliva trickled down the sides of her mouth and she kept looking up at me even as she gagged and sputtered like I was the answer to all her prayers and all her worries.

  And I wanted to be. More than anything, I wanted to be exactly the kind of man that this woman needed me to be. Protective, strong, there for her in every fucking way, not just the person to get her off.

  “Fuck, Cora,” I hissed as she sucked harder, though she was gagging at the same time. “I’m going to cum. I’m going to fill your mouth with my cum and I’m going to need you to drink up every drop. Every. Last. Drop. You understand that, little thing?” I asked, my balls so tight I thought I was going to explode.

  She did her best impression of a nod, and I lost it. I pounded myself into her sweet mouth, not giving a shit about whether or not she could handle it. I wanted to see that seed dribble down her chin and dirty up her white bra, I wanted her to be filthy for me.

  When I came with a growl, I shot a massive load down her throat and she gagged on the thick, sticky cum immediately. She tried to keep it down but couldn’t, half of it dribbling over her lips and down her chin and neck. Thick, white globs of cum dotted her skin while my cock was still down her throat and she was desperately trying to clean me up as best as she could.

  “I’m sorry, Daddy, I’m sorry,” she pleaded as I pulled out and she caught her breath, her tongue still darting over her lips to get more of me in her mouth. “I didn’t mean to. There was just so much of it…”

  My muscles were rigid and it was a fucking chore trying to stand up. Wordlessly, I tucked my cock back in my boxers and did up my pants as Cora remained on her knees, looking up at me with worry. The cum looked so good on her.

  I reached down and hooked my hands under her armpits, dragging her up on her feet. She yelped as I twirled her around and pushed her over the cool surface of my desk. With one hand, I pulled up her skirt around her hips and with the other, I grabbed the metal ruler from the table.