by K. L. Donn
It was a relief to leave.
It was also heartbreaking saying goodbye to a man who barely knew I was alive.
“What did you do?” I stare at him, trying to be the parent our parents should be. They’re off on another vacation. An Alaskan cruise, I think. They’re good parents, they’re just wandering souls. Staying still for long periods of time has never been easy for them. My older brother, Carson and I, were able to convince them to put down roots in Edmonton, Alberta, allow Oli to complete high school in one place and we’d take care of him while they were gone. Carson however was granted a huge military contract over the summer and now he’s flying back and forth from Ottawa and Vancouver as often as I need, which I try not to. He needs to focus on his career. I’m still figuring my life out so Oli can come on that ride with me.
“Nothing too bad.” He looks away, which tells me, it was pretty bad.
“Spill Oli.” I drop a hand on my hip in the hopes he confesses.
He rolls his eyes at my use of his nickname. “There were these kids, they’re real jerks.” Oli is small for his age. Probably thirty pounds less than his peers and a few inches shorter so he always feels like he has to make up for it.
“I’m waiting.” My foot taps on the floor.
“I filled their lockers with inflatable boats so that when they opened them, it would explode open and they’d be knocked back.” I’ve got the picture in my head and I know I should be giving him trouble but all I see is Grown Ups 2, when Kevin James nails his buddies with one and I want to laugh.
I turn and walk down the stairs needing to get myself together before I burst out laughing. “Was anybody hurt?”
“No.”
“Property damage?” Wouldn’t be the first time.
“No.” This is good.
“But…?” I know there’s something. There is always something with Oli.
“I also put shaving cream in their mouth guards last week.” I can hear the defeat in his tone.
Christ. “You really pulled out all the stops huh?” I never really thought I’d be walking back into JTM after leaving. I should have known better. “Get your crap together, we’ll leave in five.”
I suppose this will be the test of whether or not Mr. Daily knew it was me last night or not. In some ways, I hope he does. I wanted his excitement to be for me, Eden Glass, and not for Eden of The Secret Garden.
I enjoy working at the club. The owners are great and care about their dancers, and the bouncers don’t try and grope us. We get paid amazingly and stage fees don’t cost a fortune. Until last night I’d never been tempted to play with a customer. I couldn’t seem to help myself with Mr. Daily though, I even invited him to the Halloween party next week. I’m such a fool. A glutton for punishment it seems.
“You’re the best Eady!” He calls as he runs back up to his room to grab his stuff.
“We’ll see about that after I decide whether I tell mom and dad or not.” I mutter to myself.
Oli is a good kid, he doesn’t typically do anything to intentionally hurt others. But he’s at that age now where size matters and kids are assholes. With our parents and Carson not around much, a lot of things fall to me, and I truly don’t mind, but teenage boys are a species I am not prepared for.
Once we’re in the car and a block away from my old high school, I can feel my brother staring at me. “What?” I finally ask, turning my head to look at him as I park across the street.
Instead of answering me, he jumps out of the car and stands on the sidewalk until I exit and slam my door shut. “Oli, what is the look for?”
“You probably should have changed first.” He tries to hold in a laugh as I look down at myself and what I forgot I was wearing.
Short cotton shorts—like, short, short. As in my ass cheeks are now feeling the slight morning breeze short—and a navy-blue tank top. Without a bra.
“Why didn’t you say anything at home?” I snap at him as we begin to cross the street. I should have noticed but I was so shocked by his need for me to come, that I forgot. It’s not that the clothes can’t be worn in public, more that I don’t usually like to. They’re my comfy stay at home because I’ve been dancing all night long clothes.
“I didn’t know you cared?” He smirks. The shit.
“Well,” I draw the word out as I look around and see all the horny high school boys staring, some might even recognize me from my senior year, “Maybe you’ll get street cred for having a hot sister?” I try to play it off, but really, I just want a damn sweater.
Even though it’s October, the weather is unseasonably warm, or I would have noticed before I left the house. Now I’m stuck.
Christ.
I shake my head as I hear whistling behind us as we walk through the front door of the school, heading straight to the office where of course the secretary from last year recognizes me. “Eady!” She calls, she was always a nice woman. “How nice to see you again!” I’m so glad there’s no judgment from her about what I’m wearing. I might have left if there was.
“Mrs. Archer, you look wonderful.” She has a beautiful tan making her glow.
“Why thank you, we had a wonderful late summer vacation in Hawaii and the tan seems to have stuck.” Grasping my arm, she draws me further into the office and it’s then I see him.
Mr. Daily.
Tall, dark, handsome.
The man of my dreams.
The one I fell in love with and now sends butterflies through my whole body.
“Mr. Glass, I’m glad you brought someone in today. Mr. Daily has been waiting for you.” As if he knows his name was mentioned he looks up, his dark eyes capturing mine in an intense hold I can’t handle, and I’m forced to look away.
I can’t tell from the stare if he recognized me from last night or not and I’m not sure I want to know. I can only pray I come out of this in one piece and without looking like a fool in love.
“If he’s busy, I can come back.” I try to work my way out of it.
“Mr. Glass!” Jack’s deep voice booms throughout the room, making my little brother stand up straighter.
“Yes, sir?”
“Get to class.” Oli scurries out of the office faster than I can try and say have a good day.
“Miss Glass, in my office.” My body lights up at his command and my feet move without thought. Strolling past his bulking frame, he slams the door shut behind him and the closed blinds clatter against the windows of his office.
I’m turning around when I feel the warmth of his large hand gripping my bicep and spinning me to face him. Without a second he thought, his full lips slam over mine and I’m pushed into the door with his bulk holding me in place.
Too confused and stunned to do anything other than allow him to plunder my mouth, I place my hands on his chest and hope I survive.
Chapter Three
Jack
I watched her walk in the school. I saw her pause as she stared down at her clothes. I growled as I heard the pissant boys under my command cat calling her.
I damn near came in my slacks when our gazes collided, and I realized that she was my girl from last night.
She is Eden.
Not just Eden Glass, my former student.
But The Secret Garden’s sensual dancer Eden.
Both are the same to me and I don’t care how she came to be in my office, I’m just fucking glad she is. She’s mine now. I’ve watched this girl for over a year as she struggled to hide the crush she had on me from the world.
Now I plan to capture every sigh, each moan. And finally get my hands on every succulent inch of her delicious body.
With her under my control now, I can devour her as I please.
“I fucking knew it was you.” I breathe into her mouth as we come up for air.
Her eyes are closed, her breathing is labored, and her round tits shake with every pounding beat of her heart.
“Mr. Daily.” I feel her leg rub up against my thigh and I grip the thick flesh i
n my hand, holding her to me.
“Eden.” I groan against her neck, sucking the surface until she pushes me back.
“What are you doing?”
“Taking what’s mine.” I growl as I taste her sweet lips again.
“Mr. Daily…” She whines and my cock throbs, wanting out, demanding I free us both of our clothes and take her.
Right here.
Right now.
“Jack. Call me Jack, Eden.” My hands roam her body until I get to her hips and I drag her closer, allowing her to feel the rigid length of my cock and what she does to me. “You made a mistake today Eden.”
I see her eyes flutter as she tries to concentrate on what I’m saying. “How?”
“This fucking outfit. When I saw you, all I wanted to do was rip it off. You better still be wearing it when I pick you up tonight.” I groan, wanting to take her now.
“Tonight?” Her eyebrows furrow with her confusion.
“Tonight.” I confirm.
“I’m working tonight.” Her words only piss me off. All those horny bastards watching her.
“What time?”
She licks her lips as she tries to think. “I have three sets tonight, the first is at ten, but I have to be there for nine.”
“Fine, I’ll be at your house at eight.” My words grow harsher the more I think about her dancing for other men.
“What about Oli?”
“He’s a big boy, I’m sure he knows how to keep his trap shut.” He’d fucking better.
“I don’t know…”
“Baby, the only way you’re going in to work tonight instead of being strapped to my bed until morning is if my cum is dripping down your silky thighs while you’re dancing for other men. They need to know you’re taken and mine.” I bite the words out, forcing myself to get under control before I fuck her senseless here and now.
“Mr. Daily…”
“Jack.” I snap.
Eden’s clear green eyes stare up at me. Swirling with a mix of confusion and desire. “Jack,” she licks her lips and her hips move slightly forward, “That’s not a good idea.”
“Why the fuck not?” I see nothing wrong with it.
“Because I’m not on the pill.”
“So?” I don’t even have to think about. I’m thirty-nine fucking years old, I’m not getting any younger, and this woman is mine for life. I’ve waited a long fucking time for her. I won’t let a little thing like kids change my mind.
She rolls her eyes now and I pinch her ass cheek. “Ouch.”
“Don’t be a brat.”
“I’m not. I’m being sensible.”
“Sensible is my dick buried balls deep in your tight pussy right fucking now, but I know you won’t be up for that yet. Soon, but not yet.”
“You can’t say those things.” She smiles shyly and I know she enjoys it.
“Why the hell not?”
“Because we’re in a school. Where you’re the principal.” Her words are hushed, scandalized even and it’s cute.
“Baby, I’ll do whatever I please, whenever and wherever I please. And I’ll damn well be doing it with you.” It’s not just a promise but a damn vow. This woman is mine.
Stepping back so she can breathe, I clasp her hand in mine and drag her over to my desk. Sitting in the chair, I place her on the surface in front of me. She watches me but doesn’t say anything.
“Now, let’s talk about that brother of yours.” I spread her legs to see just how revealing these tiny fucking shorts are and I’m pleasantly surprised to discover she’s not wearing anything underneath. “Jesus that’s a nice fucking surprise.”
Rubbing my hands up her thighs, I pull the shorts to the side and see she’s nice and bare, allowing me to see every inch of her dripping wet cunt.
“Do I make you this juicy, Eden?” I brush a thumb across her folds, and she shivers. Her head drops back on her shoulders and she lets out a little moan.
“When’s the last time you’ve been touched by a real man?” As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I regret them. I don’t want the fucking answer. I may kill someone. “Don’t,” I snap when she opens her mouth to reply, “fucking answer that.”
Her lips quirk up to the side as I lean forward to breathe in her scent. Fuck, she’s as ripe as a fresh raspberry and my mouth waters. I feel her hands grasp my hair and it’s only a second later that she pushes me further into her opening, my lips against her.
Without thought my tongue comes out to play and I lick up her folds, pressing as close to her core as I can. “Right now.” I feel Eden breathe close to my ear.
Son of a bitch.
“And the time before that?” I pull away to look at her.
My sexy little woman gets brazen and leans back, lifting her shirt to show her round tits. Nipples perked up and ready for a nibble. A blush creeping up her chest. Eden places her heels on the edge of my desk as she spreads her thighs further apart.
“Last night.” She purrs and stares at my crotch where my dick is throbbing in pain.
“Before that?” Fuck I must love being tortured.
She licks her lips, closes her eyes and tilts her head. “There was a time when I just turned eighteen that this man,” her eyes open and snare me in their hypnotic stare, “knocked into me in the hallway. As he was helping me steady myself, his hand brushed across my nipples and for more than a month, I would use that feeling of complete rapture to make myself come.”
“Fuck.” I remember that. I berated myself for weeks after and tried to avoid her like crazy. Eden has always been my forbidden fruit. My own sweet hell.
“I would picture his mouth sucking on me until I came. His cock taking over my body in every way he could.” Her words are so quiet, it’s hard to hear, but my body sure as hell understands her intent.
“Christ, woman. You looking to get fucked right her and now?”
“Maybe.”
Standing, I unbutton my slacks and pull out my cock. Pulling her hips closer to the edge of the desk, I run it through her folds, allowing her to understand just how far I’m willing to go.
“You ready to be fucked senseless or should we talk?” An animalistic growl vibrates through me when she lifts her hips into my touch. Daring me to make good on my threat. “Just remember, this was your choice.” I snap as I push her to lay flat on the desk, line my cock up with her opening and slam right into her pussy.
I slap a hand over her mouth as I feel the barrier to her virginity break and her body freeze and tense at my intrusion. “What the fuck, Eden.” I bark at her quietly.
I’m not shocked that she’s a virgin, she was always quiet and never had a boyfriend from what I witnessed, but I didn’t expect her to allow me entrance to her body in my damn office.
Not a sound comes from her as I begin to move my hips slowly in and out. Her eyes watch me with every thrust though and her body melts under my command.
“Mr. Daily…” she sighs when I remove my hand. Her frame completely relaxes when I grab a fistful of her hair, tugging hard enough she should be cringing. Begging me to let her loose. She doesn’t though, in fact she begs for more. “Harder, Mr. Daily.” I lean down to lay over top of her and she murmurs against my cheek, “Make it hurt Jack.”
Fuck. I never imagined she would be such a vixen.
Picking her up, I slowly mover her to the floor, not wanting to risk my desk making noise or objects falling. Letting Eden go, I flip her over so she’s on her knees and pull her hips back into my groin.
Putting a hand over her mouth, I hold her tight as I slam into her tight heat once more.
Fucking virgin tight. She might kill me yet.
Chapter Four
Eden
I throb from my toes to the roots of my dark curly hair. My entire body hums with arousal and awareness of what Jack did to my body on the floor in his office.
He fucked me hard and so thoroughly my thighs still ache. He made me promise to wear something skimpier than what I wore to
his office tonight because he’s going to fuck me good and hard in his car so that his seed drips down my thighs all night long.
I shiver every time I think about his filthy words and the effect, they had on me.
Never in a million years would I have thought of myself as someone who enjoys rough sex, but when he slammed into my body, made pain vibrate through every fiber of my being, it only hurt for a quick second. Pleasure rolled through me after. I nearly came apart from the pain of his grip in my hair. I felt a few strands rip out and I’ve never been more turned on in my life.
Standing in the middle of my room in nothing but a towel after my hot shower, I stare at my closet. Wondering just what Jack would like to see me in most. My hair is already dry, and my makeup done, I just need the damn clothes. Normally I’d only throw on a pair of sweats and a sweater, but not tonight.
Tonight is all about Mr. Daily.
My high school principal.
I still can’t believe I’m not dreaming. I’ve been in love with him for so long that it’s all so surreal.
I don’t get much more time to dwell on what’s happening or what to wear because I hear the doorbell ring and Oli yell, “I got it!”
“Oh shit.”
Grabbing my Halloween costume from last year, a plaid skirt and crop top, I throw them on. Not at all missing the irony of the outfit. Gripping my sexy black Kate Spade stiletto’s, I pray neither of them are arguing.
Oli got off lucky in his punishment for his actions. He only has to clean up the mess and any graffiti around the school. He was relieved when I told him that after school.
“So this is why the easy punishment, huh?” I hear my brother’s voice as I make my way downstairs.
“Not really.” Jack says and I can picture his relaxed frame on the sofa in my mind. “Those punk ass shits needed a lesson in manners.” He laughs.