by Madison Faye
Touching turned to more, and more. It turned to him telling her she had to “stay after” class for “extra tutoring. And I tried so hard to get her to tell me what was going on, but she’d slowly just shut down more and more, until one day, she wasn’t at school.
Or the next.
I’d finally gone to her house — a tiny little place her parents could probably barely afford in West Haven so they could get in-town resident tuition at Thornbull for Amy. I’d found her mother beside herself and Amy locked in her room. That’s the day I found out what Professor Hershman did to her, after school in a locked classroom.
Amy and her family moved after that. The police didn’t believe her, and when this town saw her parents’ income level, they turned a blind eye. Better they move anyways, for property values, right?
The day I found out, I went directly back to school and took revenge. I didn’t think, I’d just acted — grabbing the big cinderblock by the edge of the faculty parking lot, marching right up to his BMW, and bringing it down on his windshield as hard as I could, over and over, until it shattered.
And peeing on his car after — okay, that was gross maybe, but I’m not ashamed of it, and I’ve got zero apologies about it. Fuck him and his untouchable privilege.
He gave up trying anything with me after that, but I also don’t think it was a coincidence that he’s the teacher of one of the two classes I have this summer, just like it’s no surprise at all he failed me before graduation, despite my great grades in his class.
Sitting in his classroom again like this, the heat and the tingling feeling from earlier goes away. Instead, it’s replaced by anger, and fury, and maybe a little fear too. When he walks in, his eyes narrow at me, but his lips pull back in a horrible little weasel smile, like he’s glad I’m back under his thumb again.
“If you need to use the bathroom during class, Ms. Kensington, be sure to use the ladies room instead of the parking lot, okay?”
The class titters in laughter as Professor Hershman smiles wickedly at me. I feel my face burn, but I push it away.
“Try and keep up, Ms. Kensington,” Hershman sneers. “I’d hate to have you fail this class a second time.”
There’s more laughter around the room, but I force myself to take deep breaths and not bite the bait he’s hanging in front of my face.
“And if you need help, well...” He smiles, his eyes clearly undressing me in a way that makes my skin crawl.
“Well, you can always come to my office after hours.”
I spend the rest of the class with my hands clenched so tight in fists that my nails dig into my palms.
The cigarette shakes in my fingers as I take a slow pull from it. I’m in the girls room, after class, and I’m still shaking from having to be near that man for a whole double period class. The cigarette — yeah, I know. I don’t even smoke. In fact, these I literally found stuffed in the back of a filing cabinet in the library, and I’ve been stashing them there ever since. But there’s something about it that’s calming me, or sort of calming me, and settling the horrible knot in my stomach at having to face Hershman again, while thinking of Amy.
The cigarette tastes like shit anyways though, so I toss it into one of the toilets and wash my hands. I glance at the clock, and what I already know is confirmed: I’ve missed the bus home. I sigh, my breath coming shaky still as I meet my own eyes in the bathroom mirror. I decide to walk home.
I take another breath, tuck my hair back, grab my bag, and waltz out of the bathroom…
Right into him.
Christian.
My hands go flat against that hard-packed, muscled chest of his through his dress shirt, my breath catching as I’m instantly falling right against him.
His sharp blue eyes narrow even as his lips smile at me.
“You were smoking,” he growls, half amused, half angry-sounding.
“No, I wasn’t,” I say quickly.
I gasp as he pulls me tight against him, my skin coming alive and my body melting for him.
“Don’t lie to me, little princess,” he purrs. “Just the truth.”
His eyes lock onto mine, and I can feel myself getting lost in them. Finally, I sigh, giving up.
“Yeah, I was.”
He growls. “C’mon, Tempest.”
“It was a rough day okay?” I snap, and the sharpness in my voice seems to hit a nerve in him. He stiffens, eyes narrowing.
“That bad?”
“Well…” I grin, blushing. “Not the whole day.”
A hungry shadow crosses his face.
“It's just Professor Hershman,” I grumble. “I hate him, and that class.”
“You fucked up the man’s car, Tempest.”
I look away, saying nothing. It’s his voice in my ear that has me gasping, my body tingling and melting.
“Come on,” he purrs, his strong hand closing around my arm.
“What?”
“You missed the bus.”
“I’m walking.”
“No you aren’t,” he says flatly. “I’m driving you.”
I bite my lip, grinning. “I— I couldn’t impose—”
“You aren’t, and I’m not taking no for an answer.” His eyes flash, and his hand tightens on me, pulling me close as my pulse throbs in my veins.
“I’m definitely not taking no for an answer, for anything,” he growls, just shy of dangerous, and it’s just enough of a filthy, naughty promise to get my whole body shivering in anticipation and my panties soaking with need for him.
“And I remember telling you I’d be checking for something later.”
My face burns hot, and I know exactly what he’s talking about.
“Don’t you dare clean up. I’ll be checking later.”
He’s talking about his cum, filling my panties and making my pussy messy and sticky.
My breath comes heavy, and all I can do is nod and wet my lips as his eyes strip me bare in front of him.
“This way.”
He leads me through the hall with one hand firmly at the small of my back, guiding me. We exit into the faculty lot, and he leads me to his big black Range Rover. He’s wordless, his hand still resting on my back, so warm through my blouse and right above my ass as he opens the door for me. He watches me climb in, his eyes tracing up my bare legs, and I can feel that naughty thrill tease it’s way through me from earlier.
“This is a nice car,” I say as he gets in on his side and shuts the door.
“Thanks.” Christian turns and eyes me. “So tell me what really happened that day. With Hershman.”
“You’ve read my file.”
“And it doesn’t make sense.”
“Can we drop it?”
He cocks one brow and gives me a hard look before he slowly nods. “For now.”
We drive to my house in silence, except for me giving a few directions along the way. And as we get closer, the doubt and the confusion about earlier comes flooding into my head. I start to wonder if he’s regretting what happened, or if what we did was a fluke, one-time thing. I’m still mulling this over, and feeling worse and worse, when suddenly, he drives right past my house and up the block to the park. He pulls into the wooded parking lot and roars the engine to the far, shaded side of the lot, parking under a big tree and shutting the car off.
The silence makes my pulse race, and I can feel the heat suddenly flood through me.
“Show me,” he says gruffly.
I know what he means, and I also know without a doubt that earlier was not a fluke, one-time thing.
Not a chance.
“You want to see if I did as you told?” I say in a small voice, thick with lust.
“Yes,” he growls.
I swallow, turning in my seat to face him. He undoes his seatbelt, and with shaking hands, I do the same.
“Spread your legs, Princess,” he purrs, his voice low and heavy, his jaw tight. I bite my lip to stifle the moan, swallowing and slowly nodding.
And
slowly, I do what he says. I spread my legs, and my hands pull at my skirt, pulling it up my bare legs.
“Show me, baby girl,” he growls softly as I hesitate just shy of showing him.
“You want to see my panties, Mr. Knolls?”
“Fuck, Tempest, he groans, his jaw tight.
Something clicks. Something about the power I suddenly realize I have over this dominant, powerful, gorgeous, and much older man clicks. And at the same time, the power he also has over me melts through me. And that power makes me want to do anything for him.
It makes me want to be everything for him.
…Like his dirty girl.
“You want to see the mess you left in my panties and all over my pussy?” I whisper in a soft, high voice.
I don’t know where this filthy talk and this bad girl attitude is coming from, but I’m soaking wet from it. And I’m nervous that I’m making a fool of myself in front of this much older clearly more experienced man. But then I see the hard look in his eyes, and the way his jaw clenches, and how hard he is in his pants for me, and it’s all I can do not to throw myself at him.
I pull the skirt all the way up, shivering as I expose my panty-covered pussy to my Headmaster. I slip a finger inside the waistband and slowly pull the panties down, showing him the sticky wet stain inside.
“You dirty little girl,” Christian growls thickly, his voice like an electric current that sizzles through my body.
“I’m your dirty little girl, Mr. Knolls,” I breathe. “If you want.”
He groans, his eyes flashing fire at me.
“Trust me, angel,” he purrs. “I do want. In fact, you’ll find that there’s literally no part of you that I don’t want — utterly, totally, and completely. I want every single piece of you as my own. Mine,” he growls, making me whimper.
“Touch your pussy.”
I moan softly, my finger tracing down over my pussy.
“Like this, sir?”
He growls. “Just like that.”
I moan softly, rubbing my clit while I hold my panties stretched down to show him.
“I— I want to watch you too,” I say in a tight, shaky voice. And I’m shocked that I say it, but Christian only smiles hungrily at me.
“You want to watch me?” His eyes flash. “Tell me what you want to watch, Princess,” he growls lowly.
I whimper, swallowing the heat from my face. “Show—” I take a shaky breath, my finger rolling over the nub of my clit. “Show me your cock, sir,” I gasp.
He groans.
“Such a little fucking tease.”
“Just for you,” I whisper.
“Only for me.”
I nod, swallowing thickly. My eyes go wide as I watch his hands move to his lap. Slowly, he unzips, and I’m not even blinking as I watch him reach inside and the pull his massive cock out.
God, he’s so hard.
He wraps his hand around it, making it twitch as he moves his fingers up and down. He strokes it, and white cum leaks out of the head and runs down the shaft to his big, heavy balls.
I whimper, rubbing my clit and gasping as my eyes lock onto his cock.
“Turn over,” he purrs.
I drag my eyes up to his, not sure what he means.
“On your knees, Princess,” he says softly but firmly, his hand stroking his big, pulsing dick. “On your knees so I can see that sexy little ass of yours.”
I swallow, panting as I do what he says. I turn away from him and move onto my knees in the passenger seat. I reach back and pull the skirt up again, bunching it around my waist and feeling the heat flood through my face as I feel his eyes drink on me. I know he can see my sticky, soaking wet black thong, pulled tight against my little pussy and splitting the globes of my ass.
I gasp when I feel his hands on me, skimming up the backs of my thighs until his fingers find my panties. He tugs them, slipping them down and pulling them from my body until they’re mid-thigh.
“Keep touching your pussy for me, angel,” he growls, his voice edged and tight. I do, panting. And when I hear him groan, and hear his own breath catch, I know he’s stroking himself again — so hard and so wound up from me.
My fingers slip through my slippery pussy lips, feeling the sticky wetness of us from earlier and my pulse racing as I shamelessly slip a finger inside. I groan, easing the finger in and out while my thumb rubs my clit. Christian leans close, and I gasp as I feel his breath on the back of my thighs. I don’t know what he’s doing until he starts to run his lips over my skin. He teases me, making me gasp as I play with my clit.
He moves in, moving higher and kissing one cheek then the other, repeating this and centering until with a sharp cry, I feel his tongue swirl over my asshole.
I start to pull away, but he holds me fast, one hand gripping my panties, and the other wrapping my hair in his fist.
“Stay just like that,” he growls in this dark, rough, demanding way that has my core tightening.
“Stay just like that and play with that naughty little cunt while I kiss this tight little ass of yours.”
His mouth moves against me again, and I cry out as I feel his wicked tongue drag over my asshole. Lightning buzzes through me, and besides how filthy it is, and how much it makes me feel like such a bad girl, the feeling of his tongue on my most private place electrifies me.
It feels incredible.
I moan, fingers rolling over my clit as Christian’s powerful hands hold me by the panties and my hair and his tongue swirls over my ass. He moves faster, pushing his tongue harder into me until I can feel it slowly start to pry me open. I lose it, whimpering and crying out and clawing at the side window as he starts to tongue-fuck my ass while my fingers blur over my clit. He growls,one hand pulls my panties tight around my legs and he wraps my hair tightly in his other fist. The dominance he has over me sends me crashing over the edge, and submitting to this gorgeous, powerful, demanding man has me losing hold of all of it.
I scream loudly in his car as the orgasm crashes through me, his tongue pushing deep inside and his fist tightening in my hair enough to send a pulse right to my pussy. I gasp for air, my whole body shaking as I arch my back and press back into him, wanting all of it and wanting more as the climax leaves me panting.
Suddenly, another car pulls into the parking lot at the far end. I gasp, jumping like I’ve just been touched with a live wire and whirling to face it. Christian glares at the other car, his jaw tight. I slip over in my seat, yanking my panties back up and smoothing my skirt down. My cheeks burn bright red, and I can barely get my heart to slow enough to breathe.
The car comes to a stop well away from us, and we watch in silence as bunch of college kids get out, tossing a football between them as they head into the park.
“We should go,” Christian growls. He turns to me, and when those eyes pierce right into me, I melt. He grins, his hand moving to my knee and holding it possessively as he starts the car up and pulls us out of the lot.
“My parents aren’t home.”
The words leave my mouth before I can stop them, and instantly, I feel foolish. I mean, it’s light out. It’s the afternoon. The neighborhood is teeming with people. I cringe, and quickly go for the handle to the car door, when his hand on mine stops me.
“Stop.”
I swallow, taking a heavy breath.
“Look at me, Princess.”
I bite my bottom lip between my teeth as I turn and face him. His eyes are full of something fierce, and they hold me firmly in their gaze as his hand takes mine.
“Not like this,” he says quietly.
“Why not?” I breathe.
“Because I won’t leave your house,” he says with a smile, and before I can say a thing, he pulls me close and kisses me. I moan into his lips, losing myself in the kiss and in him as the world spins around me.
“I won’t leave, and then people will really talk,” he says with a small chuckle.
“I don’t care about them,” I say breathle
ssly, falling back into his lips. He kisses me again, pulling me tight into his arms before pulling away.
“I don’t give a shit about them either, but right now, it’s just me dropping a student off after school. When I park my car in your driveway and disappear into your house for hours while I spend the rest of the evening running my tongue over every inch of you before claiming you as mine, people might start to talk.”
I blush, and he winks. “I wouldn’t mind hanging onto my job for longer than two months. And I wouldn’t mind the people of West Haven not stringing me up from a tree.”
I laugh. “They wouldn’t. They’re too pussy to do that.”
He chuckles and pulls me close, kissing me again.
“How do you normally get to school in the morning.”
I shrug. “The bus? Or walk?”
He shakes his head. “Tomorrow, you’re being chauffeured.”
I bite my lip, blushing. “I’d like that.”
A lot.
Christian nods, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Today isn’t the end, Princess,” he says quietly, his hand holding mine tight. “Trust me when I say it’s just the beginning.”
He kisses me once more, and this time, it's so hard and fierce and passionate that it leaves me breathless and panting for more when he finally pulls away from my bruised lips.
“I get to school earlier than you,” he growls softly. “So be ready early.”
I nod, my whole body still tingling as I turn and start to open the car door.
“Wait.”
His deep, commanding voice sends a teasing shock through me, instantly sending my pulse racing and my body shivering as I turn back.
“Take your panties off,” he purrs.
My brows go up, but his gaze just deepens, his eyes blazing into mine.
“Take. Them. Off,” he growls with even more demand in his voice. I can feel myself gasp quietly as I nod, my whole body tingling as I do as I’m told. I reach under my skirt and pull my soaked, sticky black thong down my legs, slipping it off one and then the second ankle before crumpling them in my hands. I chew on my lip, feeling even dirtier now, sitting in this older man’s car with my bare pussy resting right on his leather seats.
Christian holds out his hand, his eyes never leaving mine.