Sin and Discipline

by Lily White

  “Fuck,” he breathed out, his hands gripping my hips as he slammed into me one last time. “I can’t control myself when I’m inside you.”

  He moved away once my body had stopped trembling beneath every wave of excruciating pleasure, a smile tilting his lips when he balanced me on my feet but then directed me down to my knees.

  Gripping my chin with his thumb and finger, he tilted my face up, his expression as hard as the stone shower walls, his eyes blazing with heat.

  “Open up. You fucked my face. It’s time for me to return the favor.”

  I did as he said. No questions. No complaints. Masculine satisfaction filtered into his dark gaze, his fingers releasing my chin to wrap in my wet hair as his cock drove into my mouth.

  The back of my head pressed against the hard shower wall, his hips moving as I fought to keep up, my lips wrapping around his girth as he drove his hard length against the back of my throat. Drool dribbled from the sides of my mouth, washed away by the water sliding between us. I closed my eyes, and his voice boomed above my head.

  “Open them. I want you watching the man that fucks you.”

  It was too almost too much, the movement of his body, the water that dripped down the ridges and valleys of his hard body. He was intoxicating, so demanding and firm.

  The second our eyes met again, his rhythm became punishing. But I took it regardless, my tongue sliding over the thick vein of his cock as Lennon lost the ability to keep going.

  “Swallow,” he growled when his climax hit, his thick, hot come shooting down the back of my throat, giving me no other option than to do what he said.

  Pulling free of my mouth, Lennon stared down at me for a few silent seconds as we both found the ability to breathe again. It was just long enough for me to see that the pain I’d witnessed in his eyes for the past twenty four hours was finally gone.

  Just long enough to understand that I was owned by this haunted and beautiful man.

  Lennon

  It was early morning when I slammed the door of my SUV and lifted my gaze to see the sun rising over the horizon. Behind the school, a glow painted the sky in pink and orange ribbons, the sky above still dark where the moon refused to give up its throne.

  Amelia had been sleeping peacefully when I left the house, her small body curled around a pillow, the blanket draped over her naked hip tempting me to stay home instead of return to spend four hours with Jillian. I had a job to do, one I wasn’t looking forward to, but thankfully it would end in a week when I made the final cut and only Amelia remained in the running.

  Clenching my hand, I winced at the pain in my swollen knuckles, my cheek painted yellow where a light bruise had formed from my fight with Ben. Not giving a damn what I looked like, I strolled across the parking lot and into the building, my name called out as soon as I passed Julia’s classroom.

  “Lennon. May I speak to you for a moment, please?”

  My thoughts returned to when I’d last spoken to Julia, to a moment when she’d believed she caught me being inappropriate with a student. Judging by the deep scowl she wore and the fire behind her cheeks, I assumed this conversation wasn’t what I needed after a shitty weekend.

  I stepped into her classroom and leaned against a wall, my eyes meeting her gaze without concern for what she believed she’d caught.

  Straightening the cuffs of her long sleeved blouse, Julia said, “You may want to close the door for this conversation. Just in case any students arrive early.”

  Grinning, I answered, “I’m fine with it being open. I have nothing to hide.”

  Eyes scanning the bruise on my cheek, then taking their time to trail down to my exposed and injured knuckles, Julia swallowed. “Apparently, you do. Not only are you carrying on a sexual relationship with a student, but you appear to be getting into fights when you’re not teaching.”

  Her gaze met mine again. “That’s not the behavior I would expect from a person with your reputation, Mr. Carter.”

  My first thought was that the sexual relationship she was referencing was Jillian Bates. But then concern etched the hard lines of my expression. Had Ben run to Julia to tell her what he knew about Amelia and me.”

  “I fell,” I lied, “so you can drop your unfounded accusations that I’m a street fighter in my spare time.”

  She laughed. “That’s funny. The last person to show up with a busted hand tried to tell me the same lie. I didn’t believe it then and I certainly don’t believe it now.”

  Frustration scraped down my spine. “Are you going to let me know why I’m here, or are we having a pointless conversation, Ms. Pickens?”

  Her jaw tightened, lips pulling into a thin line. “One of the Hastings board members will be arriving this morning for a meeting. I thought I’d let you know ahead of time that I’ve reported you to the scholarship committee for your inappropriate conduct with the girl I found in your office Friday afternoon.”

  So this was about Jillian. I was thankful for that small favor because my defense in the matter wouldn’t be a lie. Still, if Hastings was concerned enough to send a member of the board to discuss the matter with me, whatever they had to say wouldn’t be good.

  Anger bristled my spine. I wanted to tear into this woman for assuming she had the right to report me, but I knew that losing control would only make the situation worse.

  “What you think you saw couldn’t have been further from the truth. I hope you understand that.”

  She scoffed. “What I saw was a young woman revealing her breasts to you in a closed door classroom. I had high hopes for you when we first met, but now that I understand what it is you’re doing, I hope the Board replaces you. And here I was worried that you were carrying on a relationship with Amelia. Now I know you’re just stringing her along while setting her up for failure.”

  The reality was I could stand here and continue arguing my case with Julia, only to do it all over again with the board member, or I could walk away and be left to argue my case once while they both were present. Not one to waste energy uselessly, I chose the second option.

  “I’ll see you in the meeting, Ms. Pickens.”

  Turning to walk away, I paused when her voice rang out behind me. “I’m protecting Amelia by doing this. Not only that, but I’m looking out for the integrity of the program. How dare you threaten the future of another student all because you can’t keep your hands to yourself?”

  My teeth ground together at the accusation. It would have been better to walk away, to allow her to continue believing she was in the right. I couldn’t disagree with her that, had she correctly guessed the student I was involved with, the situation would have been unfair. She was only looking out for Amelia, but in doing so, she was running the risk of hurting the one person she was trying to protect.

  Spinning on my heel, I locked my eyes to hers. “You’ll regret the assumption you’re making, Ms. Pickens. Especially when you discover that the effort you’re making to protect Amelia will only do her more harm in the end.”

  “Is that a threat?” Her cheeks bloomed a deeper red, the color contrasting sharply against her pale skin.

  “I don’t make threats,” I answered, tired of this day already.

  Walking away, I let myself into my classroom and dropped my bag on the surface of the desk. A quick glance at the clock told me Jillian would be waltzing through the door within the next ten minutes. I wasn’t sure I could look at her without wanting to wrap my hands around her neck. She was causing more problems than I’m sure she knew, all because she believed she could convince me to see her as more than an annoying as fuck student.

  When Julia walked in with a well-dressed man by her side before Jillian could arrive, I wasn’t sure if it was much better.

  Standing from my seat, I offered my hand. “You must be from Hastings.”

  The man looked at me as if I wasn’t worthy of the handshake, his thinning brown hair sideswept to cover his balding head, and his beady dark eyes narrowing on my face as he finall
y gripped his hand over mine.

  “Yes, my names is Henry Thorpe, and you must be Lennon Carter.”

  Julia shut the door behind him, closing us in to speak privately.

  Releasing my hand, the man stepped back and straightened his suit jacket, the buttons of his white shirt struggling against the girth of his stomach.

  “I don’t see the need to draw this conversation out longer than necessary. I’m here to inform you that an accusation has been made against you by a witness to an unfortunate and inappropriate situation between you and one of your students.”

  Stepping back, I eyed Henry, my gaze flicking up to Julia where she stood assured in her decision to report me. Henry’s voice drew my attention back to him.

  “Mr. Carter, in light of the accusations, and due to the limited amount of time we have left in the program, it has been decided that you will be replaced with a new teacher effective immediately.”

  Arching a single brow, I grinned, just the corner of my mouth lifting as a taunt. “Just like that? Without questioning me regarding the accusation.”

  Julia spoke up behind him. “I clearly saw what was going on between you and that student, Lennon. And favoritism will not be tolerated. Not when it threatens another student’s chance at a future in her chosen career path.”

  Obviously, she was concerned for Amelia’s future, but given that Julia had jumped to the wrong conclusion, she was threatening Amelia without realizing it.

  “So, that’s it?” I asked, my eyes returning to Henry.

  “You should gather your things now and leave. Your class will be cancelled for today and will resume tomorrow when the new teacher arrives from out of state.”

  Although anger was a current vibrating just beneath my skin, I knew better than to argue. The powers that be had made their decision and there was nothing I could say or do to change it.

  Flicking my gaze to Julia one last time, I smirked, the arrogant expression causing her face to blanch in response. She wanted me to be upset, and it was the last thing I would give her.

  Turning, I gathered my things, leaving behind the class roster, my notes, the sheet music and other documents necessary for the class.

  Henry dodged out of my way before I passed, but Julia touched my arm, my body stilling in place as I turned my head to look at her.

  “I’m sorry, Lennon. But I have to look out for Amelia.”

  Grinning, I didn’t bother explaining to her that she may have hurt Amelia more by having me fired.

  As I was walking down the hall to leave the building, Jillian walked through the doors, her expression brightening at first to see me, but then twisting with confusion to notice I wasn’t staying to undergo her session.

  “Mr. Carter? Aren’t you staying for my practice session?”

  Stopping in place, I clutched my hand over the strap of my bag. “I’m not your teacher anymore,” I answered as I brushed past her.

  From behind me, she called out, “What do you mean? Why not?”

  The corners of my lips tipped up in a grin. Without bothering to look back at her, I answered, “Just try to keep your clothes on with the new instructor, Miss Bates.”

  With that I let myself outside and tipped my head into the sunlight, wondering how I was going to tell Amelia what happened.

  The drive home was uneventful, piano music filtering out as soon as I stepped out of the SUV and walked up the stone path to my house. Letting myself in through the kitchen door, I set my bag on the large center island and wound my way through the halls, my feet coming to a dead halt as soon as I passed through the doorway into the living room.

  Leaning a shoulder against the doorframe, I watched with fascination as Amelia played through Beethoven’s Sonata No. 8, her body moving as fluidly as her hands, her thoughts lost to the music flowing out of her.

  But it wasn’t the music that had stilled me in place. It was the sight of her long dark hair flowing down her back in loose waves. It was my fedora she wore on her head. It was the schoolgirl, plaid skirt that sat so high on her thighs that I had to fight not to march to the piano, pick her up and toss her over my shoulder to carry her upstairs.

  From what I could see, she wasn’t wearing a shirt, and when her wrists snapped over a particularly difficult measure, her hair swayed to the side to reveal that all she wore on her upper half was a pair of my suspenders.

  The bad mood that had followed me home lifted immediately, replaced with a dark and dangerous need to do dirty things to a tight little body…to silence a smart mouth while stealing from her a few hours of unspeakable pleasure.

  The music came to an end while I continued watching, her head bowed over the keys for a few silent seconds, her shoulders lifting with every breath.

  I cleared my throat and she spun to face me, the sight of her causing my dick to jump beneath my pants.

  “What do you think you’re doing, Miss Dillon?”

  A devilish grin split her lips, her eyes shadowed by the rim of the hat. “I was just preparing for my afternoon lesson, Mr. Carter. My teacher,” she added with a tilt to her head, “is a very strict disciplinarian. If I mess up just once, he’ll make sure I don’t sit comfortably again for a full week.”

  Teacher…

  How was I going to tell her I was no longer the person who would hand her that scholarship?

  I wasn’t sure, but it was a conversation that could be saved for later.

  Crossing the room with a predator’s stride, my eyes focused on the straps of the suspenders that just barely covered her tight nipples. Grabbing those straps with one hand, I pulled them to the center of her body and used them to lift her from the piano bench. She wavered on her feet, her eyes dipping down to my lips before meeting my eyes once again.

  My voice came out on a gritty whisper. “I think I need to teach my student what happens when she plays dress up instead of practicing her scales.”

  The perfect pout of her mouth parted as breath poured across her lips. Holding her stare, I ran my free hand between her thighs, up beneath the plaid skirt to find she wore no underwear.

  A growl rattled my chest, every problem and aggravation of my day forgotten as I turned and directed her backward to the leather sofa.

  If anybody could bring me to life, it was this young woman, everything about her drawing me in until I was teetering on the brink of control.

  “I’m taking every part of you today, Miss Dillon. A punishment for sitting on my piano bench with your wet, naked pussy.”

  She trembled, her body pressing against mine as she tilted her chin, her mouth begging for mine. Leaning down, I brushed my lips against hers as a tease, grinning against her mouth, when I whispered, “Sorry, Amelia, but you won’t be the one to lead this particular dance.”

  The monster inside me was roaring to life, demanding I mark every part of her body as mine.

  Spinning her around, I pressed my palm against the center of her back, bending her forward so that she had to brace her hands against the couch to keep from tumbling over.

  “Stay just like that.”

  She peeked over her shoulder at me, heat dancing behind her teal eyes. “Are you going to spank my ass red again?”

  My grin was feral. “I have another idea for your ass.”

  Amelia’s eyes widened.

  “Stay there,” I demanded before leaving the room to run upstairs. Digging through the drawers of my bedside table, I found the lube I was looking for and ignored the way my heart pounded.

  She was ready for this.

  I’d teased and taunted.

  I’d whispered my warnings.

  And she’d pushed me too far by offering herself to me dressed in my clothing…by showing me her soul with the music she’d played to welcome me home.

  Racing downstairs, I strolled into the piano room to find Amelia right where I left her, my cock hard and ready, my heart continuing to pound to the beat she’d set as soon as I’d first walked through the doors.

  Leaning a s
houlder against the doorframe, I played the tube I was holding through my fingers, my voice a low croon. “About that not sitting comfortably for a week, Miss Dillon.”

  Her hair fell over her shoulder as she twisted to look at me, her eyes darting between the smirk on my face and the lube in my hand. Her gaze widened, her arms giving out for just a second before she caught herself again.

  Our eyes locked when I asked, “Do you trust me?”

  I could see a shiver roll through her, but rather than question my intentions, Amelia sucked in a breath and nodded her head.

  It was impossible to contain my smile. “Eyes forward, Miss Dillon. This is your final exam.”

  As I was crossing the room toward her, she laughed. “Gee, I hope I pass.”

  “Oh, I’m sure you will,” I answered, stepping up behind her to flip her skirt above her hips.

  I would never get tired of this sight.

  Never get tired of a woman who kept me on my toes merely by existing.

  I dropped to my knees behind her, my mouth covering her pussy as my tongue swept out to taste the sweet flavor of her arousal. Amelia’s back arched and her hips swung out, her pussy pressing against my face demanding more. She moaned and almost lost her balance over the couch, my hands reaching to grip her thighs and hold her steady. Licking a line from her clit up to her opening, I pumped my tongue inside her several times before licking down again to tease her swollen bundle of nerves.

  It didn’t take long for her body to give in to the sensual kiss, her arms shaking and her voice husky as she came against my face. I smiled to know that she was almost there...almost ready...her body primed for what I had to give.

  Pushing back to my feet, I slipped two fingers inside her, pumping them viciously as my body leaned over hers and I reminded her that I would own every single part she had to give.

  “I’m taking your ass, Amelia.”

  She trembled against me, but like the brave little girl I knew her to be, she wiggled her hips, her eyes peeking back at me with luscious desire rolling behind them.

  Fingers slick with her arousal, I pulled out and tracked up to circle them over her tight hole. Pushing the tip of one inside, I damn near lost it to hear the moan that rolled over her lips.