by Marika Ray
As all busty girls know, usually a button down shirt is a definite no-no because of its peek-a-boo nature. But for tonight, that was part of my seduction plan. My black glasses firmly in place and my hair in a topknot completed my naughty schoolteacher look.
My first attempt at seducing Kai had ended in humiliation, but I was a smart girl and I learned quick. No alcohol beforehand this time.
I rushed around the room lighting all the white candles I'd bought last week. I'd bought out the store of their gardenia and jasmine scented candles. As a final measure, I synced my phone to my speaker, selecting a Hawaiian Spotify playlist. I was hoping to recreate a taste of his island home. One day, I hoped we'd go to Hawaii together and I'd get to experience his childhood love.
Kai was due home any minute from Ivan's house. He'd had to try on tuxes with Ivan and Dean. As badly as I wanted to see him in a tux, I was saving that reveal for Esa and Ivan's actual wedding day. Besides, I needed time to prepare my den of seduction, gosh darnit.
"Hessa?" I heard Kai drop his keys on the table by the front door.
Show time, baby.
I sauntered slowly out of my bedroom, meeting him in the middle of the living room.
"Wha--"
I placed a finger on his lips, shushing him. "You're late, Mr. Kāne. Looks like you're getting detention today."
His eyes widened and I swore I could see the wheels turning in his head. The green of his eyes came out and the air thickened around us, letting me know he'd figured out my game.
"Yes, ma'am," he conceded, doing a damn good impression of contrite student.
I grabbed his shirt and led him to my bedroom where I'd show him exactly what detention entailed in Ms. Woodland's private school. I kicked the door shut, not that anyone would be barging in, but it made the whole thing a bit more naughty behind closed doors. I looked over my shoulder at him and saw his eyes widen, taking in the candles, the music, the overall ambiance.
"Sit." I pointed to my bed, then crossed my arms over my chest, knowing the buttons were threatening to pop, giving him an eyeful of cleavage.
He sat on the edge of my bed, pausing to adjust the front of his shorts, for what I couldn't possibly guess.
I stalked over to stand directly in front of him, heels putting my breasts right in his face.
"Eyes up here, young man." I smirked, unable to hold back the curve of my lips. This was funny as hell, yet still hot, truth be told.
Kai dutifully brought his eyes up to meet mine. His held no amusement, only heat. He liked the sexy dominatrix teacher routine. Interesting.
"In detention, you have to do as I say, no matter what. Is that understood?" I tilted my head and gave him 'the look', one eyebrow up in question.
"Yes, ma'am. I'll do absolutely everything you tell me to. And nothing more." Now he was smirking at me, challenging me to keep up this charade in order to get what I wanted too.
I shrugged my shoulders, looking around the room before zeroing back in on Kai. "It's a bit hot in here, don't you think? Take my shirt off."
Kai's hands slowly trailed up my thighs, over my hips and between my breasts. Buttons popped open, one by one down my front. He took his time opening my shirt, finally revealing the red bustier by pulling the shirt down my arms.
His hands left my body to rest as clenched fists on his thighs. "Anything else, ma'am?" he gritted out between clenched teeth.
"Hmm...you know I've been pretty stressed this week with all these misbehaving students. I could really use a massage. Can you handle that?" I moved my breasts just a fraction of an inch closer to his face.
"Depends. Are you looking for me to use my hands or my lips?" He was focused on my ample cleavage, tantalizingly within reach.
"Mmm..." I let a groan slip out before I could pull it back. "How about both?"
"As you wish, ma'am." He spun me around and the way he manhandled me so easily made my stomach melt and my pulse race. I was only five minutes into this role-play and I already wanted to say forget it. I didn't want to be his strict teacher any longer. I wanted him to take control of my body and have his wicked way with me. My plans for becoming a dominatrix went up in smoke.
His hands were tracing down my spine, unhooking the bustier and releasing my breasts. I could finally breathe with the restriction gone. That only lasted for one inhale because Kai took that opportunity to start his massage. Of my breasts.
He knew just how to pay the right amount of attention to get me writhing on his lap. I reached down and shimmied my skirt up to bunch around my waist, no easy task given the tight nature of the fabric and the girth my thighs spread to when seated. With only my sheer thong covering my assets, I felt every nerve ending attune to what was going on in Kai's pants. I ground down harder, finding enough friction to take me right over the edge if he would just continue the breast massage a bit longer.
Of course, he chose that moment to stop, his hands lying demurely on the top of my thighs. "What else can I do for you, Ms. Woodland?"
I had to restart my brain several times to remember what game we were playing and the appropriate response. "I think there's only one thing left for you to do." I stood up, backed up a few paces away from him, and pushed my skirt down to the floor and stepped out. "It's time to fuck me, Mr. Kāne."
Kai
She stood there, in just her red thong, black heels, and glasses. Her face was flushed and her breasts were pink from my hands. I wanted nothing more than to throw her down on this bed, sink into her warmth, and fuck her senseless. I'd never had a sexual fetish before, but now that I'd had a real, live sexy teacher standing before me in the flesh, and nothing but the flesh, I realized that I could quite get into this roleplaying thing.
"What? No spankings in detention?" I asked innocently.
Her eyes grew big, the thought of spanking obviously never entering her mind, which I loved about her. So kinky and yet so innocent at the same time. I stood up, pulling my t-shirt over my head and tossing it to the floor. My zipper was the only sound in the room as I slowly removed my shorts. I palmed my erection, loving how her eyes dropped down to watch, entranced.
I stayed where I was, letting her watch as I stroked up and down my length. "Take off your panties." I was done taking orders. Done playing her student.
She pulled her eyes away from me and stepped out of her thong. She bent down to take her heels off, but I stopped her, barking out another order. "Keep the heels on."
She straightened up and let me look at her. Just a few short weeks ago, she'd been so shy about showing me her gorgeous body, trying to cover up and hide from me. I was happy she'd gained confidence in herself and realized I idolized every curve she had.
"Get on the bed and lay down on your back." I stepped to the side to allow her access to the side of the bed. She climbed onto the bed on all fours, ripping a groan from my chest at the sight. When she flipped over to lie on her back, she had a proud smirk on her face.
The smirk died a quick death when I startled her by lifting her legs and placing her heels on my shoulders, pulling her to the edge of the bed. We both groaned at the intimate feel of each other. No clothes, no barriers, just skin on skin.
My hands danced along her legs, feeling her from ankle to hip before settling on her waist in a tight grip.
"I love you, Ku'uipo." Then I thrust into her, giving us both the pleasure we'd been waiting for. I set a rough pace, not able to hold back any longer. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, which made me take her harder, just to see the show.
Hessa reached up and ripped her glasses off her face. She was groaning in between each slide of my cock into her body. One of these days I was going to make her sing to me while I made love to her, just so I could hear that beautiful voice wrap around me. I fully intended to introduce spanking to our bedroom fun, too, but tonight, I didn't want or need any of those things.
I just wanted her.
I wanted her orgasm. I wanted her fancy words. I wanted her eye rolls when I went anyw
here barefoot. I wanted to watch her eat and moan with pleasure. I wanted to help her grade papers on the weekends. I wanted to watch her bend over backwards to help her students. I wanted to take care of her and worship her for as long as she'd let me.
When I couldn't hold back any longer, I dropped my hand between her legs and gave her what she needed. Her legs tensed on my shoulders and her eyes went soft. "I love you too, Kai." And then I saw the pleasure sweep her under, her back arching, offering me a view I'd never get tired of.
"Always..always...always..." she muttered incoherently.
I tumbled after her, knowing she was mine forever, just like the new tattoo on my back stated.
The End
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Jack
In my world as a cop, things were either black or white. Right or wrong. Then Bailey arrived, challenging all my principals. She had a mouth on her, the level of sass matching the exaggerated swing of her hips. I couldn’t get her out of my head, even knowing she wasn’t right for me. I tried to stay away, I really did. But once I had a taste, I kept coming back for more. Something didn’t add up though and I was going to figure it out, even if it ultimately meant we couldn’t be together.
Bailey
The only thing sexier than his dimple was the set of handcuffs the hottie detective threatened to use on me. If only he’d give me a chance to show him I was more than the tough-girl exterior I’d carefully crafted over the years. Oh yeah, and if I wasn’t engaged in criminal activity that would land me in handcuffs…and not in sexy way. More like an orange jumpsuit way, and I can tell you now, no way in hell would I be caught dead in an ugly jumpsuit.
No matter which way this thing ends, I’ll be in handcuffs. The question is, will Jack join me in the grey area? Or will I have to do the impossible and admit I was wrong?
CHAPTER ONE
Past - Bailey
The resident asshole was staring at me the moment he walked through the door of the science lab. I could tell he was the school asshole by the perma-sneer on his face and the way he walked into the room with an exaggerated swagger that only the coolest of cool kids adopted by the time they hit middle school. His was a well-practiced swagger by now, causing all lesser-than students to dart out of his way while flashing hesitant smiles, hoping for validation in the form of a cool-guy head nod in return.
I rolled my eyes and yawned, having seen this exact scenario too many times before to be impressed. Besides, I was pissed off, having been forced to attend a new school as a freshman, facing day one with less enthusiasm than my mom when she had her first mammogram. If I looked like I cared about this dipshit, I'd break from my pissed off routine and I was committed, goddammit.
I examined my nails, seeing the first chip in my black polish. I'd only painted them last night, you'd think I'd be chip-free for at least one day. Perfect. Messed up manicures fueled my pissed-off attitude. It was this thorough nail examination that made me miss the prolonged look from dipshit, right before he changed directions and sat down next to me.
It was the obnoxious mouth breathing that snagged my attention. I couldn't stand loud breathing and especially chewing. Ugh, it was so disgusting. Like nails on a fucking chalkboard.
I looked up to find him leaning over his small desk to enter my air space, smirk a bit more pronounced as he looked me up and down.
"You're new."
That's right, ladies and gentlemen, he led with the lamest line ever. It was so bad I would have laughed, but figured that might encourage his kind.
"You're observant, Neanderthal." I didn't bother looking at him since that's what he wanted me to do.
He chuckled hesitantly, probably trying to figure out what Neanderthal meant. Or maybe he thought I was just so overcome by his majesty's attention I couldn't squeak out more than three words.
"You got a name, beautiful?"
"I do. But you can't have it." The conversation continued, him talking to the side of my face, me talking straight ahead to the chalkboard.
"You like to play games, huh? I can think of a few games we could play," he drawled, then burst into obnoxious laughter.
I finally turned to him, drew as close as I could stand without vomiting, and made sure he got a nice view of my cleavage. I laid my first and last flirty smile on him. "How about we play my game first? It's called Go Fuck Yourself with Your Tiny Dick."
He jumped back like I'd physically attacked him, brain trying to process rejection. His leer turned to a sneer. "Like I'd have anything to do with you, freak." He jumped up and stomped across the room to another chair, whispering to his friends and looking back at me.
I just smiled and winked at his buddies, excited to be making friends already.
Another warm body slid into the chair next to me, this time a blonde girl. Not a mouth breather. She had a very peaceful way about her, sitting in her chair observing the goings-on of the room.
When she glanced my way, I asked, "You got something to say to me too?" Might as well weed her out right now. Her preppy, good-girl outfit didn't bode well for a blossoming friendship with the likes of me.
"Yeah, I do. I love your outfit!" She leaned forward, a mischievous gleam entering her eye. "Teach me how to do that."
I tilted my head. "Do what?"
"How to tell those assholes to go 'eff themselves! I've been wanting to do that for years, but I can't seem to get the words out."
I squinted, wondering if I wanted to go there. If she was worth breaking my pissed-off streak. Something about the way she held no judgement as she looked at me pulled me in. Made me want to open up to her. Made me want to give this new school, this new life, a solid try. What did I have to lose?
"All right. Here we go. Let's do this." I smiled the first genuine smile in years, pleasantly surprised my face remembered how to do it.
I think I was ten when it dawned on me for the first time that I was a real-life, living cliché. My mom was a poor, single mother, raising me the best she could with two jobs and all the stress of keeping a home and raising a daughter without any help. My dad had escaped the cliché life when I was just a baby, choosing wide open pastures instead of diapers and sleepless nights. I never knew him long enough to miss him, but his absence left a raging pit of resentment toward him and all his kind.
The anger and lack of parental supervision led me down a rough path. My friend circle was full of the "unsavories", mad at the world and making sure everyone knew it. I fit right in with my teased out Afro and my brightly colored clothes. The more ripped up and mismatched the better. And that was only middle school.
My mom finally stepped in the summer before my freshman year and called my bluff on the escalating bad behavior. She moved us out of state, all the way to California where she got a better job. I had to enroll in a new school without any familiar faces.
Adding insult to injury, she also forced me to start going to church with her, saying she'd failed me by not taking me before then. I rolled my eyes, crossed my arms and sent out dirty looks and negative energy, gaining me few friends. I actively fought it, I really did, but after
only a few weeks a particular family took my mom & I under their wing, my mom all smiles and gushing profuse thanks. I went kicking and screaming but went I did.
And the only reason I put up with such coddling was because it was Esa's family. After our friendship pact that first day in science lab, we were inseparable. My mother rejoiced, having barely saved me from being a pregnant high school drop-out, or some other such malady she swore I was destined for. I mean, I saw her point, but a little optimism from my own mother would have been nice.
Esa's mom and dad, Mr. and Mrs. Grant, treated me like their own daughter, telling me I could be at their house anytime I wanted, no prior invitation or even knocking on the door required. Since we lived only a few blocks from each other, they might have gotten more than they bargained for when I was at their house pretty much every day. When they started regularly stocking my favorite brand of yogurt, I knew I'd found my second family.
They were a churchy couple, praying at the dinner table, attending church every week, and volunteering their time at the homeless shelter. They always dragged Esa and I with them, which we agreed to since they were so nice all the time. The least we could do was volunteer alongside them. I wasn't down for the church stuff as I didn't believe in it, but I took to the volunteering like cotton and spandex.
It was at the homeless shelter that I gained insight into a life I vehemently did not want to experience. The hard shell I'd carefully constructed around my heart crumbled when I saw the conditions in which these people lived. I had perfected the tough-girl schtick around my peers, but the truth of the matter was that I was a marshmallow underneath that faćade. Only Esa, her parents, and the people at the homeless shelter ever saw that side of me.