by Alta Hensley
Mr. D
Her tiny naked frame lay crumpled on the floor, still pressed up against the wall, yet she didn’t shake. I wanted her to fucking shake. I wanted her to fear me. To hate me. Maybe then she would leave me alone.
I needed her to be the one.
Her obsession was becoming mine.
Her lunacy was becoming contagious.
She was so fucking dark, but my eyes were getting used to the darkness.
With the overpowering need to regain some semblance of power, I unzipped my pants. She broke her stare to look at my cock, with the first real signs of loss of control present as I pulled it out.
I jacked off and made her watch. I wanted her to see that I didn’t need her. She would have to watch me get off without her help.
I liked it. I liked seeing the crazed lust surface in the depths of the dark eyes that stared helplessly up at me. I was a sick bastard. I knew this.
I was about to use and abuse her like discarded trash.
It was the only way to break the spell.
Feeling all the fury of my life bubble inside. Feeling all my hate. Feeling all the dark fucking evil that consumed all of who I was, I allowed the cum to leave my body in a rush as I growled. My seed splashed down on her exposed body, covering her in my completion. The cum shot out as I felt all my built up angst flow out with it. Hate exited me and rained down upon her. Hurt exploded from deep inside of my gut and showered against her creamy-white flesh, tainting her purity with my selfish and solo release.
Yet, she was beautiful. So insanely beautiful. The wetness coated her flesh, dripped from her hard nipples, and dampened the angles of her collarbone. My cock remained hard, but I maintained my control. I towered over her cum-covered body with my intent completed. My goal was to humiliate her, shame her, splashing the reality onto her soul, shocking her with the darkness of her situation, I watched as her eyes overflowed with tears, and she finally cried. My crazy stalker finally gave me what I needed. She showed me that she was indeed vulnerable. She was indeed alive.
She finally saw me for the man I was.
“Leave. Leave now.”
The big droplets of her misery cascaded down her face as the last of my cum dripped out of me onto her naked body.
I had finally won a battle.
She had seen I was not going to play some sweet high school game with her. She wanted a seat at the adults’ table… well, she better be prepared to face what that all means.
“I don’t want to see you again. Clean yourself up, and then show yourself out,” I said as I put my cock away and went into my bedroom, slamming the door hard.
I knew it wouldn’t be as easy as that getting her out of my home… out of my life. When she banged on my bedroom door as she exited the bathroom, I had expected it. But I also needed the door between us so that I could regain some sort of control. I was losing my damn mind touching her, kissing her, seeing her naked…
She was making me as mental as she.
Fuck, I was more mental and needed even more help than she did. What the hell was I thinking fucking a student? I knew better. I wasn’t that guy. I wasn’t some creeper who needed to get any pussy I could get any chance I had. I didn’t need this. It was messy, and I sure as hell didn’t do messy.
“D…”
She needed to stop calling me that.
I was her principal. I was her principal!
“I’m sorry. I know how you must be feeling, and I know I messed up by not being honest with you.” Her voice was so soft, so vulnerable, so much so that a part of me wanted to open the door, hug her, and tell her everything was going to be all right.
But everything was not going to be all right. Never again.
“I tried really hard not to lie to you,” she said.
I opened the door wide, feeling crazed. “You tried hard not to lie? How can you stand here and say that? You made me believe you had a stalker. You made me think that Kevin was the culprit. You had me get the police involved!”
She shook her head slowly. “No,” her voice was so low it sounded close to a whisper, “you did that. I didn’t want you to call the police. I also told you that Kevin didn’t do anything wrong.”
If there was ever a chance of me having an aneurysm in my lifetime, it would have happened right then and there. “Are you going to stand there and act like you did nothing wrong?”
She looked down at the ground, then back up at me. “I won’t apologize for forcing our cards. Was it wrong? Yes. Did I deceive you? Yes. But the end result is you and I found each other, and you can’t deny that those feelings are there.”
“Those feelings were built on the delusions of a mentally unstable woman.”
“I’m as stable as you and as stable as anyone else. There’s a fine line between lunacy and love. I admit that I balance on it.”
“You stalked me, Corrine. Can’t you see how crazy that is?”
She shook her head. “I saw what I wanted, and I made it happen. You may not like how I did it—and I apologize for that—but the end result was we got a chance to experience being together when circumstances of life may have never allowed it.”
Jesus… she was starting to make sense.
I actually was listening to the madness.
Her voice intoxicated me.
Her beauty lulled me in.
No. No. No.
“What exactly is your planned endgame?” I asked. “Do you really believe we can be together after this?”
“Why not?”
I laughed maniacally. “Why are you acting like this is all normal? You hunted me and I fell in your trap. But I sure as hell won’t remain in your cage.”
“I’m not going to let you make it sound like you and I weren’t forming a connection. I didn’t misread that.”
“Of course you didn’t. There was something,” I admitted, hating that I could be adding fuel to her inferno of delusion. “Which is why I’m so fucking pissed. I was a fool. I risked everything for… a ruse.” I took a deep breath feeling like the hallway we stood in narrowed with every inhale and exhale. “I’m lucky your mother is not trying to have me fired. She should. She should demand my resignation.”
Corrine took a cautious step closer and placed her hand on my chest. “I’m asking for your forgiveness. I apologize for not being the one to tell you. I can only imagine what it felt like.”
“Get out now,” I demanded. I needed clarity, and this girl was nothing but murky water. “Now, Corrine, or so help me God, I will pick you up and throw you out.”
16
Corrine
Day Two:
He needs time.
I’ll be patient.
I’ll wait.
But I will watch him closely as he changes his mind.
17
Corrine
Day Three:
He will love me.
He just doesn’t know it yet.
18
Corrine
Day Four:
I haven’t been back to school. He thinks I’ve left for L.A… maybe I should.
Maybe I… no… he misses me.
I can tell.
19
Corrine
Day Five:
I’m alone.
I’m scared.
I fucked up.
Will he ever forgive me?
20
Corrine
Day Six:
That Shelly chick better not show up tonight. I would cut a bitch… okay, not really, but I may slash her tires or something.
Does he miss me?
21
Corrine
“You need to stop camping outside my house, Corrine,” Mr. D said as he surprised me by approaching my car window from behind.
I had jumped and nearly screamed because I had no idea that he knew I’d been outside, watching, waiting. I wasn’t going to just give up.
“You haven’t been to school all week,” he said. “I thought you were going to go back to L.A.
”
I shook my head. “It’s even more of a mess in L.A. than it is here. At least here, I have you.”
“You don’t have me,” he said, though his voice wasn’t nearly as angry as it had been a few days ago. Was he forgiving me? “You never did. There was no you and me.”
“You know that’s a lie,” I said, confident that what I desired was not that far off from what he wanted. “You said it yourself. You said I was easy to talk to. That I was fun to be around. You said I deserved love.”
“You do deserve love,” he said.
“Then why are you turning me away?”
“You know why.”
“Do you really think I’m some crazy stalker?” I asked.
He laughed. “Are you not? Where have you been for the past week? Oh I know… here. Stalking.”
I shrugged. “Okay… maybe I am. But I’m not dangerous or truly psycho.” I studied how he just casually stood by my car. It was true. All anger had left him. “You aren’t afraid of me, are you?”
He sighed. “I’m afraid for you. I don’t think you made your decisions with the right mind. I think you had an infatuation with me that maybe wasn’t healthy and without knowing this, I took advantage of your weakness.” He put his hand on my car door and leaned in. “This was wrong.”
“You keep saying that.”
“Because it’s true.”
“No, you say it because it’s easier to think that rather than to really dig deep on your feelings.”
He smirked. “So now you’re giving me shrink talk.”
I smiled. “I’m the expert on that.” I looked toward his condo. “Can we go inside and talk?”
He was quiet for several moments which I took as a hopeful sign.
He shook his head. “No, I don’t think that’s a good idea. I don’t trust myself.”
Even though he was rejecting my idea, my heart skipped a beat that he actually didn’t trust his actions. He wanted me. He couldn’t deny that fact. And that wasn’t just my crazy talking.
“Are you hungry?” I asked. “I know this great Mexican restaurant that some sexy man brought me to once.”
He shook his head, ran his hands through his hair, closed his eyes, then looked up at the sky.
I waited in silence.
He reminded me of a knight, slaying the dragons of his mind. I just hoped that the outcome would be… me.
I needed him to choose me.
Finally, after several minutes, he gave a weak smile and nodded. “I’ll drive.”
Mr. D
I turned off the highway and followed a side road which was the long way to get there. Corrine was fast asleep. I knew she hadn’t been sleeping. The dark circles were obvious, but I also knew she had been practically camping outside my place. I should have stopped the stalker game the minute she started, but the vindictive side of me wanted her to suffer a bit. A punishment for her lies. Plus, I’d needed the week to calm down, to think, and to come up with what I wanted.
At my suggestion, she curled up under my jacket and quickly floated off to sleep. It seemed like all she needed was to be in my presence to relax. Rest was something we both needed desperately, but not nearly as much as we needed each other in order to get it. I hadn’t been sleeping either. I’d get up in the middle of the night and see her car in the shadows. Knowing she was just steps away, and that I could make all the lonely feelings and pain go away if I would just walk out there and forgive her. If I could just take her in my arms and tell her that I was ready to move past everything and focus on the future.
But was I?
Could I?
After a much longer drive than planned so she could at least get a cat nap, we finally reached the restaurant that sat on an alpine mountain lake.
I couldn’t help but smile at Corrine as I pondered how to wake her. I was done with vindictive. I was over being mean. I didn’t want to hurt her. I wanted to be the man I was and keep the promises I gave her.
For a week I had tried to make reason out of a fucked up situation. But the only thing I could think of was that Corrine was a lonely woman who had never felt loved. She had never been taught how to get it in a healthy way.
Was she the one to blame? Truly?
Her heart was in the right place even though her mind may have not been.
Very softly, I whispered her name and kissed her warm cheek. She began to stir, a moan mixing with a soft sigh. I brushed my lips against hers, feeling the loving beginnings of a smile. I pulled back enough to watch her eyes gradually flutter awake. The smile disappeared for a short moment but returned when she looked up into my eyes. It had been what felt like an eternity since I saw it, felt it, but I could see the connection was still there. There was an overpowering bond that somehow was still holding us together when every ounce of sanity in my body screamed for me to run.
“Are we there yet?” she asked huskily, while rubbing her eyes.
“We are.” I pointed at the beginning of a sunset, dipping beneath the sparkling water of the lake. “The sun’s about to set.”
Corrine’s smile widened, and her eyes brightened as she sat up all the way to take in the scenery. The horizon illuminated a gold that seemed magical against the tranquil water.
I freed her seat belt and then walked over to her side of the car and opened the door. “Let’s watch the sunset before we go inside,” I suggested as I enclosed her under my arm, snuggling her close, leaning on the hood of my car.
Corrine nuzzled her head against my chest with a soft sigh.
I should still be angry, but I wasn’t.
I should stop this before I got her hopes up that there would be something between us in the future.
I should spare her feelings.
Hell… I should spare my own.
But I missed her. I fucking missed the shit out of her, and I didn’t care that reason was chanting within my brain. My heart wanted her. My entire being craved to let anything negative go and just accept her for her.
She lifted her face as though she read my mind. As though she could feel how badly I wanted to kiss her. Her lips parted, inviting my mouth, beckoning my touch.
I swear she had the ability of a powerful witch. She could enchant me with just the air she breathed.
She positioned her body closer, pressing tight against my wavering strength. I caved in fully and gave her a passionate kiss, a kiss like the very first night. A kiss that reminded me of why… why I couldn’t just turn her away.
It wasn’t as simple as saying no. It wasn’t easy.
In fact, everything about this situation was a mess. Pure destruction and chaos, but I didn’t care. I welcomed it.
I tightened my hold, pulling her in my arms to keep her from slipping away. Everything felt whole again, strong again, but I also didn’t trust anything I was feeling.
Maybe I needed to be committed right along with her.
I was a grown-ass man and had no one to blame for my careless decisions but myself…
And I was choosing Corrine.
Reason be damned.
We stood there in silence until the entire sky changed from a copper flame to a dark ember. We held each other, occasionally kissing, stroking, and luxuriating in not being alone. Not fighting what we felt was right even though the universe hollered just how wrong it was.
So wrong.
So twisted.
So unhealthy.
But we both didn’t give a fuck.
Get the straitjackets out, because I was going all in.
When we finally entered the restaurant, we were seated at a table with an expansive view of the lake. The lights of the surrounding houses sparkled against the midnight sheen of the water, which was illuminated by the early moonlight. The other diners were lost in their own conversations, giving us the feeling as though we were dining alone. And alone together is exactly what we needed. No judgment, no voices of reason, no harsh comments—just us figuring it out.
Corrine took in the scenery whi
le fiddling with her napkin. I could see she was nervous and didn’t know how to hide that blatant fact from me.
I had questions. I knew this dinner wouldn’t be easy, and I’m sure she felt the same way. I needed to know that what I was feeling—what I could no longer deny—wasn’t just an illusion.
“You seem awfully quiet,” I started after the waiter had poured our wine, leaving the bottle behind.
I appreciated that he didn’t card Corrine and make her feel uncomfortable. She looked of age, and I most certainly did, so the waiter wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary. I also appreciated that we didn’t have to be reminded of her age once again.
She took a sip of the wine that left a trail of red, fingering down the crystal. I watched how she held the glass. Experienced. This was a woman who no doubt had sampled wine far more expensive and coveted than I could ever dream of. And as she drank, all I could think of was that I wanted to hear all the stories of her past. I wanted to know more and take the time to learn all about this girl who was anything but boring.
“So do you,” she said.
“Trying to process everything.” I reclined back in my chair and rubbed my thumb against the rim of the wine glass. “There’s a war going on inside of me.”
Corrine looked off toward the illumination on the water, trying to fight back the tears threatening to escape her eyes. “I’m scared I messed up a good thing forever. I wish I hadn’t… but… I can’t control my thoughts and actions sometimes.” She glanced at me with wet eyes. “I know I have issues, but it kills me to know you now think I’m crazy.”
“I think we both are a little mad,” I said with a small grin to try to lighten the mood. “I don’t appreciate being lied to. I don’t appreciate starting this relationship on false pretenses, but I have to agree with you… this relationship would never have happened had you not.”