Rule Him: A virgin student/teacher forbidden romance (School of Seduction Book 1)

by Gisele St. Claire

“I had a girlfriend through high school.” He told me cautiously. “We were engaged.”

  “You were what?” I felt like my world had ended. Here I imagined he was serious about me when he’d dated and been engaged to someone his own age. I was a fool. I stood to leave, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him, before checking the doorway was clear and keeping me at arms-length.

  “It was like Julian. Our parents wanted us together. I didn’t love her.”

  “So you ended it.”

  He hesitated.

  “Tell me the truth.”

  “Something happened at my last school. Now, you must believe me. It wasn’t true. It was proved not to be true. But Eliza and I split over it anyway. In some ways, the accusation did me a favor.”

  “What accusation?” I said, but it was like I already knew what he was going to say, and I prayed those words didn’t leave his mouth, but they did anyway.

  “A student said I’d slept with her. I was investigated.”

  I swallowed. “You were investigated for having an affair with a student?”

  “Yes, but I was innocent.” He said. “You have to believe me.”

  “I’m just one of many, aren’t I?” I said. Tears fell down my cheeks.

  I turned to run from the classroom, but he smashed his lips into mine and steered me to the back of the room. I tried to break away from him, but he was too strong. “No.” He said gruffly. At the back of the room, his hands tangled in the back of my hair and he forced my head up.

  “Look at me. Please, Candy, look at me.”

  I did as he asked. Wondering if this was the last time I’d spend with Parker.

  “I swear on my life I have never so much as kissed another student. I’ve dated other women. You should expect that I’m twenty-four. I have an ex-fiancée. I can tell you, hand on my heart, that none of them. None.” He emphasized the last word. “Have made me feel like you make me feel. I love you, Candy.”

  “Wh-what?” I said, almost paralyzed by his words.

  “I love you goddamn it. I know it’s quick. I know we only just got together, but I can’t deny what my heart and body feel. I want you. No one else. Do you believe me? I need you to believe me.”

  And I did. As literature had taught me, his eyes were the window to his soul, and they told me everything I needed to know. But even if he had been lying I’d have been heading for heartbreak anyhow because I was head over heels in love with Parker Newell and couldn’t have walked away if I’d tried.

  “Parker.”

  He looked at me, his eyes downcast and he dropped his hand and stepped back. “I know. I’ve gone too far. I’ll back off, Candy. It’ll kill me, but I’ll give you space to decide what you want.”

  “I want you. I love you.” I told him.

  Then it was like fireworks on the fourth of July as we came together in an explosion of passion. There was no thought of the fact that anyone could have walked through his door at any time. All the focus went on our tongues tangling, our going short of breath as we kissed each other with a ferocity I would never have believed possible. He backed me against the wall, lifted my skirt around my waist and pulled my panties down my thighs, and past my ankles until I kicked them away. I helped him open his zipper until his large, erect cock sprung out to attention and he lined himself up at my entrance and thrust in me, gliding in with ease as I was so damn wet and ready for him.

  “Ooooohhhh,” I groaned.

  He bit the top of my earlobe. “I love it when you make those sounds. They make me want to fuck you harder.” He whispered in my ear, and then he thrust into and out of me so hard that I kept slamming into the wall. He lifted my legs, and I wrapped them around him, opening myself up wider so I could accept even more of that impressive dick. It was frenzied, and just a few minutes later I felt Parker tighten as I felt my core quicken. Then I exploded around his cock as he spurted inside me. While I carried on pulsing around his dick he pushed my blouse up and pulling a cup of my bra down he fastened his mouth on my breast and sucked on it before licking my nipple with his tongue.

  He came up for air and then it was like we both realized at the same time where we were and how close we had come to being caught.

  “You make me crazy.” He told me.

  “Take me home,” I demanded.

  I didn’t need to ask him twice, and Larissa covered for me so that I could fuck him twice more in his apartment before returning to my home.

  The next day I accepted a prom date from a student called Malachi. He was a nice guy, a little on the quiet side. The fact he wasn’t a jock was a winner for me. I explained the date was as friends and he was fine with that. When I told Parker, I saw his face become all jealous which was adorable.

  “I want to be your prom date. I know it’s impossible, but it’s going to be so damn hard seeing you looking beautiful and watching you dancing with other guys.”

  “Yes, but you get this,” I said, grasping hold of his cock on another secret assignation. “They don’t.”

  We were desperate for each other and every moment we got to spend together was treasured.

  “When will we be able to be open about us?” I asked him one night after another passionate lovemaking session.

  “After graduation?” Parker kissed the top of my head. “I’m going to hand in my notice at the end of the year.”

  “You are?” I said, stunned. “But what will you do?”

  “I have some savings put away until I find something else I want to do. So, for a while, I think I’ll just chill around with my girlfriend when she’s ready to tell her parents about us. That’s if they don’t kill me, or have me arrested.”

  It was a worry; I couldn’t deny it. I had no idea what my parents’ reaction would be to the fact I’d fallen in love with my teacher. However, it was simple, I loved him and if they wanted what was best for me – if what my mother had told me was true – that love was more important than wealth, then we’d be okay. For now, we went on with our forbidden romance, and I prepared myself for prom, where I’d spend the entire evening with someone who wasn’t the man I loved, while I posed for pictures pretending I was having the time of my life.

  It was typical that a few days before prom I picked up a virus. We were sitting in the cafeteria making last minute plans, and I was almost falling asleep from being up in the early hours being sick.

  “Don’t you dare not make prom!” Larissa scolded me.

  “I’ll be there,” I said weakly. “If I get some rest tonight and tomorrow, I’ll be ready to go Friday for sure.”

  “Can you believe this room will be turned into an amazing space where we can dance the night away?”

  “It’s going to be great. I have to say, even though I was loathe to admit it, Brandy has helped coordinate what should be a great prom.”

  “Yeah, only because she knows she can’t win Prom Queen, so she’s going for an accolade for best on the committee.”

  “Well, I didn’t think she’d have done it for the good of the school,” I smirked.

  Larissa looked sad for a moment. “High School’s going to be over soon, babe, and then I’m off to Rutger’s. I’m gonna miss you.”

  “Hey, it’s only New Jersey. I’ll be visiting you and skyping you all the time. You can’t get rid of me that easily.” I told her. “Now what should I do with my hair for prom?”

  The night of the prom my virus had improved. My gown was amazing. I felt like a princess. The Marchesa number was a floral-embroidered tulle flutter-sleeve gown in light pink. It gave the illusion of a round neckline and pinched in at the waist. It floated all the way to the floor covering my Manolo Blahnik pink satin mule sandals. They had two buckles on them embellished in crystals and were adorable. To finish, I had a Valentino lace edged shawl in a jade color.

  “Oh my darling, you look stunning. Doesn’t she look beautiful, Art?” My mother exclaimed.

  “Always, but especially tonight.” My dad said.

  “Have a lov
ely time and any hint of trouble from juvenile boys, you tell a teacher, okay? That’s why they’re there. To keep you safe, because there’s always some boy who’ll do a Julian, have too much to drink and try to get fresh with you.” My mother added.

  I nodded. “I’ll be careful.” If only she knew it was the teacher who might get fresh with me!

  The doorbell rang, and Malachi was escorted into our front room.

  “Why, Malachi Hudson, don’t you look handsome.” My mother embarrassed him, causing his cheeks to flush. He handed me a corsage made up with colors to match my gown, and he had chosen a jade tie to coordinate with the pale green of the leaves on the flowers of my gown and with my shawl.

  “Have a good time you two and we’ll pick you up at eleven. We want to be there for the final celebration.” It was a tradition at our school for the parents’ to watch the final dance of the night.

  My mother embarrassed us further by proceeding to take several photos of us together.

  I took Malachi’s arm, and he opened the door of the limousine that was taking us back to school. Once I was inside, he closed the door and walked around to the other side, climbing in beside me. Then we were on our way.

  “I’m so sorry about my parents,” I told him.

  “Hey, I didn’t think that was too bad. After what happened with Julian, I was expecting my hands to be placed in cuffs for the evening. Hell, I’d have done that if you were my daughter. You look beautiful by the way.”

  “Thanks,” I told him. “What do you mean about Julian? I never told anyone what happened.”

  “I was friends with him.” Malachi sighed. “When he left so abruptly I told him he owed me an explanation. Don’t worry; I won’t tell anyone. He was a dick, and he knows it. For what it’s worth he apologized. He’s seeing a specialist right now about what happened because his parents felt he was in danger of an alcohol dependency or of attacking another woman if he carried on.”

  “My parents don’t know what he did.”

  “Well, maybe you should tell them, although I can’t see his parents and your parents getting together any time soon. I’m sure your mom would want to know what happened to you.”

  “I guess.” I sighed. “What about his baseball and future political career?”

  “Who knows. It’s best he gets himself ironed out and takes it from there.”

  “Thanks for telling me what’s happening with him, and for respecting I want to keep things private.”

  “No problem.” He said. “Now please tell me we’re going to dance the night away and make this the best prom ever.”

  I high-fived him. “You betcha.”

  We walked into the school and straight to the cloakroom. My heart caught in my chest as I saw Parker. He was dressed in a black and white tux and looked oh so handsome. He was busy helping others check in jackets and shawls. I handed him my shawl and he’d still not noticed I was there until I spoke, “If you could hold this for me until later,” I told him. He stopped suddenly and looked up at me.

  “Miss. Appleton. You look very lovely this evening, and Mr. Hudson, you, my man, look very smart. He touched my hand, stroking it as he moved the shawl away from me. “Have a great time you two.”

  “Thanks,” I replied, and I walked away, adding an extra shimmy to my step on his behalf.

  As we walked into the decorated cafeteria, there was a photo area where we posed for the customary official photos. Everyone exclaimed over others’ outfits. It was so strange because we were celebrating the end of school and our new career paths and future lives. It was kinda happy and sad at the same time. I’d spent years with some of these people, and after high school, I might never see them again.

  We walked to the dancefloor and danced the night away, only stopping for quick refreshment breaks. Then it was time to announce the Prom King and Queen and our evening was made when Larissa and Jeff were crowned. Larissa squealed so high; I was surprised all the glass in the building hadn’t shattered. They walked on the stage and sat in the specially created thrones and then last year’s Prom King and Queen had crowned them both.

  Despite the fact I wasn’t able to spend the evening with my true love I’d had the most amazing time.

  “Hey, Candy,” Malachi whispered in my ear. “Would you mind if I had a couple of dances with Shannon?” I turned and looked at the willowy brunette hovering nearby. I recognized a potential hook-up when I saw one. I leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Thanks for everything. The night has been amazing, but you go and spend the last part of the evening with Shannon. Our parents will be here soon to suck the joy out of the end of the celebration.”

  Malachi laughed, and after giving me a hug, he went off with Shannon.

  I looked around. I figured there couldn’t be a need for too many people in the coat check right now. I took out my phone and sent a text to Parker.

  Candy: Your classroom in 5?

  A few seconds later my phone beeped.

  Parker: I’m on my way.

  I pushed open the classroom door, and then I locked it behind me. The moonlight lit him up, and he looked like some movie star to me. I walked up to him, and he ran a hand down my face.

  “You look so beautiful tonight.”

  “You look so handsome.”

  “You look far too beautiful for me to touch. I shouldn’t risk messing up your appearance.”

  “I dressed for you.”

  He took his cell from his pocket and pressed some keys until Ed Sheeran’s Thinking out Loud sang out from the speaker. Then he gathered me into his arms.

  “If we can’t dance together in public, then we’ll do it here in private.”

  And so we did, we slow danced through the whole of the song, and then he kissed me. And then once again we couldn’t help ourselves. He carefully removed my dress until I stood in front of him in just a silver lacy bra and thong. He removed his pants and boxers, and then he bent me over a desk at the back of the room. My hands grasped onto the edge as he pushed my thighs apart with his knee. He brought a hand beneath my legs and pushed the thong to one side.

  “So, so, wet. Is that all for me?”

  “Yes, you. Only you.” I gasped.

  His fingers played me like a musical instrument. I was putty in his hands. Almost insane with need I wiggled my ass back and ground into his erection.

  “Fuck me, please.”

  He teased my wet slit with the tip of his cock. “Maybe I’ll just tease you like this? Just teasing your wetness and pinching your clit.” He pinched me with the fingers of the hand not holding his cock, and I gasped.

  “No, please. I need you. I want to feel you deep inside me.”

  He thrust into me with no warning then, so I screamed in ecstasy. I was so full of his cock, and it was glorious. This was where I belonged – in Parker’s arms. I couldn’t get enough of him. If he fucked me all day and all night, it would never be enough. We craved each other, and I knew I needed this man to be mine forever.

  Just as I felt my come approaching, Parker withdrew and turning me around he lifted my ass and deposited me onto the edge of the top of the desk before ramming his cock back into me.

  “Marry me, Candy.” He groaned.

  “What?” I thought my ears were tricking me.

  He stopped thrusting. “I realize there are more romantic ways to propose but I can’t wait. I need to know now. Will you marry me, Candy? I don’t care where. I don’t care when. Just say you’ll be my wife?”

  “Yes. Oh my God, Parker, yes.”

  He thrust back inside me, and we headed towards our completion, too wrapped up in each other to realize that someone had unlocked the door.

  Until the Principal’s voice yelled. “What the hell is going on here?”

  Chapter 12

  Parker

  What had I done?

  I certainly wasn’t going to be awarded ‘Teacher of the Year’ at prom.

  Or, ‘Boyfriend of the Year’ by my lover’s parents.

 
; I’d seduced my student in the classroom and been caught by the principal, and I’d proposed mid sex.

  I deserved everything I got.

  Principal Lancaster had given us a few minutes to get dressed and was waiting for us in her office.

  Candy was in tears.

  The shock had made her sick. She’d run out of the classroom once dressed and straight into the bathroom.

  It was only a matter of time before the Principal called her parents and that’s if they weren’t already here. We were near the end of the night and the last dance. This was not how any of this was supposed to go down.

  I pushed the door of the girl’s bathroom open. Hell, I was done anyway, so what did it matter.

  I found Candy cornered in there by another student, Brandy Elliott.

  “You made me look like an idiot and cost me the Prom Queen title. Now how do you think your last days here are gonna go down? You’re just a slut. Julian will be able to come back now because your reputation will be destroyed.”

  “Get out,” I shouted at Brandy.

  The student turned to me and laughed. “I’m going, but that’s because I’m done here. I don’t have to listen to you. I doubt very much you’re a teacher here anymore. I’m off to let the rest of the prom know what I heard at the door. Too busy fucking to realize how loud you were. You’re disgusting, the pair of you.” With that, she waltzed out of the door.

  Candy collapsed into my arms.

  “Parker, what will we do?”

  “I’ll tell you what we’re going to do,” I said, and then I helped her clean up.

  We walked into the cafeteria, and everyone’s gazes fell on us. You could see the shock and hear the whispers. One of the teachers came up to me and told me I should leave the room and that Principal Lancaster was waiting.

  “She can wait a few more minutes,” I told him. “I’m dancing with my girl at her prom.”

  And we did. We walked into the center of the dance floor and started dancing. I wrapped my arms around her tight. After a few seconds, others began to dance around us. When the song finished, I walked Candy over to the photo area and asked the photographer to take our photo.