by Lucy Wild
“Have you wiped all the arguments from your memory, Sarah?”
“We didn’t argue that much.”
“We did after you slept with that barman.”
“That was a mistake, I told you that.”
“What was a mistake was giving you another chance.”
“I said I was sorry.”
“Sorry doesn’t mean much when you go around with half the town behind my back.”
She scowled at me. “You just don’t want to forgive me, that’s all. Please, Jack. Give me another chance.”
“No,” I said as Daisy ran over. “Ready to go get dinner, sweetheart?”
“I want candyfloss,” Daisy replied, looking up at Sarah. “Can we have candyfloss for dinner?”
“Maybe afterwards,” Sarah replied. “Give Daddy a hug goodbye.”
“Bye, Darling,” I said, kneeling down to give her a squeeze. Once they’d headed off, I turned and walked back to my car, trying not to let the anger I felt rise up inside me. She’d cheated with three separate people, the first forgiven, the second and third coming after Daisy was born. I was a patient man but I wasn’t a walkover. When I found out about two and three, I ended it the same day. She had tried to blame my work, suggesting it was because I was out of the house so much, telling me she wanted nothing to do with me ever again. That lasted a month and she’d been trying to get us back together ever since. It would never happen. If it wasn’t for Daisy, I’d never have spoken to her again.
I cooked pasta and sat with a glass of red wine, reading quietly. It was when I realised I’d read the same paragraph four times that I stopped, my mind unable to stop thinking about Donna and the photo she’d sent me.
I headed to bed early, feeling like a kid on Christmas Eve. Tomorrow I’d have her alone in my office. I knew I was making a mistake but I didn’t care. What I cared about was seeing if the rest of her looked as good as her chest. I smiled as I thought of her naked, of how her pussy had looked in that glimpse I’d been given. Monday couldn’t come soon enough. Just before going to sleep I sent her a final email, no turning back once I hit send.
Chapter Seven
By Monday morning I felt awful. Not just because I’d struggled so much with my assignment though that was demoralising enough. What hurt far more was seeing Mr Shepherd with another woman. I had no idea he had a family. Jenny’s grapevine had neglected to tell me he had a partner and a daughter, a perfect unit and not one that I had any chance of competing with.
I had decided to try and clear my head late Sunday afternoon, walking through the park and circling the pond at the far end. On the way back, I happened to glance over at the kid’s play area. What did I find there? Mr Shepherd standing next to a beautiful woman while their little girl waved at them from the slide. The two of them were deep in conversation standing so close together there could be no doubt.
I felt jealous. It’s crazy to think that. I had no right to be jealous. It wasn’t as if we were together but I couldn’t help it. I walked away from the park with tears in the corners of my eyes, keeping it together until I got home. I felt terrible and even receiving an email from him didn’t change my mood, it just made me feel even worse that he was already in a happy relationship.
I opened the email and frowned. “Wear clothes appropriate for cleaning.”
Was it some kind of joke? Was he ex-military and this was going to be his punishment? Humiliate me with menial labour? What the hell was I supposed to wear anyway?
I rifled through my wardrobe, finding something I thought might work. I didn’t wear it to my Monday morning lecture with him, having it stuffed in my bag ready for our meeting at twelve, a meeting I was no longer looking forward to. All I hoped was that he’d tell me how to fix my assignment and then let me try and get over him on my own.
The sun was streaming in through the window when I got into the lecture hall. I was in early, the only one there, giving me a chance to bask in the sun for a little while.
I undid the top button of my blouse, then the second, pulling the sides apart enough to let the sun hit the top of my chest. Closing my eyes, I basked in the heat, my mind wandering. I started to daydream, picturing Mr Shepherd standing at the front of the room, leaning over to look down my top, my nipples stiffening at the thought of it, him being so blatant in staring at me.
Then I was on my knees, made to unzip his fly and pull out his enormous cock. It was a pointless dream. He was in a relationship. It would never happen.
I jumped when the door opened and the first students began to file in. I did my buttons back up quickly before digging out my notebook and pens.
More people drifted in, the sound of conversation growing, quelled only when Mr Shepherd appeared. He didn’t look at me. I did my best not to look at him,
“Anyone remember where we got up to last week? You, Catherine.”
“Chapter Seventeen of Wuthering Heights?”
“You’re not a Kindle, Catherine. What were we talking about?”
The sound of pages turning. “The nature of love.”
“Exactly. Now, some would say that love is mutual respect between two equal parties and therefore Heathcliff and your namesake don’t fit this definition. They come from different backgrounds, their experiences are wildly different as they grow up and yet can love not come to those who are different? Different in outlook? In experience? In age perhaps?”
At that point he gave me the slightest glance and I made myself look away. I was reading too much into things. Same as always.
“Desire and lust can be stronger between two disparate characters. Compare the love of Heathcliff and Catherine with her failure of a marriage for example.”
I tried to take notes but my hand was shaking too much. Not only that but I felt sure he was looking at me whenever he had a chance. I could feel his eyes burning into me.
I was glad when the lecture was over, my stomach churning as I pictured him with his wife. “Donna,” he said as people gathered their things. “A moment.”
I waited while the others left and the instant the door closed, he handed me a bag. “Wear this for our meeting.” I scurried out and into the open air, realising I only had an hour before I was due in his office.
I spent that hour in a blind panic. Having seen what was in the bag, I felt sure this was some kind of elaborate prank. With ten minutes to go, I headed into the nearest toilet to his office, emptying his bag out and looking at the contents. Did he really expect me to wear this? What kind of game was he playing with me?
I changed in the end, unable to disobey him. Despite every fibre of my being telling me to go home, to report him for something, anything. I didn’t do that. I changed before glancing out of the door, making sure the corridor was empty. Then I ran to his office and knocked quickly, muttering a silent prayer that no one would come around the corner and see me. After what felt like an eternity, he called out, “Come in,” and I stepped inside, sighing with relief as I got into the relative privacy of his space, of his domain, of the space where everything changed so quickly, I could hardly believe it.
Chapter Eight
She wore it. I couldn’t believe she actually wore it. She walked into my office dressed like a maid, little hat and everything. I’d had the costume shipped to my house first thing, paying extra was worth it when I saw the result.
She stood looking at. Her expression was equal parts defiance and anxiety. I was more turned on than I’d been in a very long time but I knew I had to play it carefully.
“Dust my desk,” I said, throwing a cloth towards her.
She opened her mouth as if to complain but then closed it again, crossing the space to my chair and setting the cloth down by my computer. As she began, I watched her closely. “Apologise for failing so badly.” I watched her face as I said it, wanting to see how she reacted. Would she refuse?
“I’m sorry,” she muttered, continuing to dust as I tried not to picture those perfect tits of hers, hidden in the tight bla
ck of the dress.
“Say, I’m sorry, Sir.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Say sorry for flashing your pussy at me.”
“I…I didn’t.”
“You did. When I rescued that spider, you deliberately opened your legs and showed me.”
“I didn’t mean to.”
“I doubt that. The question is, what are we going to do about it?”
“I…please don’t tell anyone.”
“I can keep secrets as well as anyone, Donna. But if I’m to keep your secret, what do I get in return?”
“I promise I’ll do better. I’ll concentrate harder.”
I could hardly believe how well this was going. If only she knew how hard I was under the desk. She was about to find out.
“I think you’re struggling to focus because you’re too busy daydreaming. Would I be right?”
She stood up, nodding slowly, her hands twisting together in front of her.
“What do you daydream about?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“I think you do. Tell me. Now!”
She jumped when I raised my voice, blurting out, “You,” before clapping her hand to her mouth as if she couldn’t believe she’d just said that.
I couldn’t resist a little smile but I soon got it under control. “Oh, really?”
She went bright red and looked like she was about to cry.
“And what do you dream about me?”
“Please,” she said. “Don’t make me say.”
“I’m not making you say anything. It’s up to you.”
“I…I have a crush on you, all right?”
I frowned, keeping my leaping heart from showing on my face. My cock throbbed. “Undo the top button of your dress.”
“Excuse me?”
“The dress, it has buttons at the front. Undo the top one.”
This was the real test. I’d gone too far to turn back by this point but I could no more have stopped than the sun could fail to rise in the morning. I had to know what she would do.
She did it. With trembling fingers, she reached up and undid the top button, the sides falling away ever so slightly.
“Undo the next two.”
I watched, my cock so hard it was almost painful as a hint of her bra came into view.
“Now dust the floor, there.” I pointed, staring intensely as she got on her hands and knees, wiping at the floor with her cloth. “Harder!”
As she scrubbed, I had a perfect view down the top of her dress, her tits wobbling in her bra, making me want to bury my face in them. “Stand up,” I said, unable to wait any longer.
She obeyed instantly. I stood up, walking around the desk to stand in front of her. “Are you just doing this so I help you pass?” I asked, my voice neutral.
“No,” she said with a shake of her head.
This close I could smell her. She smelt good. “Why are you doing this?”
“Because I want to obey you.”
“That’s the right answer, “I said, reaching around her back, drawing her towards me. I slid the dress from her shoulders, letting it fall to her waist, looking at that perfectly innocent face of hers, those wild eyes, those luscious lips. “Take off your bra,” I said coldly.
I knew she’d obey. There was no doubt in my mind. I had swept aside my own doubts. I’d deal with them later. She gulped and looked at me for a silent moment. I waited patiently.
She reached behind her for the clasp, unhooking it and tugging the straps from her shoulders. As the bra slipped loose, she let it fall away, immediately putting her hands over her tits.
“Arms by your side,” I snapped.
She did as I said and I looked down at those breasts, so much more beautiful than I’d imagined they could be, the picture was but a pale comparison to such a stunning view. Her chest heaved as she fought to control her breathing.
“Strip,” I said, nodding as she looked at me in disbelief. “Do it.”
“I’m not sure about this,” she muttered. “I don’t think I should…”
“Do it!”
She gulped again, her hands already on her dress. Pushing it down, she left her knickers in place and I stepped back so as to better admire her. Once the dress hit the floor, she put her fingers in the waistband of her panties, sliding them down to reveal the most perfect pussy I’d ever seen.
I stood there, arms folded, just staring at her. “On your knees,” I said at last.
She sank down, her hands on her knees, looking up at me, her chest still heaving. I took a step towards her, undoing my trousers as I went.
A tiny part of my brain knew this was wrong. It was against all the rules of the place. Anyone could walk in at any moment. I stepped past her, locking the door. At least that took care of that. Walking back, I stood directly in front of her, her eyes staring at the front of my trousers, no doubt seeing the bulge that ached to come out.
I could still turn back. I’d gone beyond the boundaries of acceptable tutor student barriers but I hadn’t yet tipped over the edge into professional misconduct. I could pretend it was a joke, a psychology experiment maybe. Or perhaps say it was research into the difference between love and lust, to help her understand for her assignment. I didn’t say anything of the sort. Instead I undid the fly of my trousers.
Chapter Nine
Everything about that experience was surreal. Did he know it was the first time I’d ever done anything like this? I’d only had a couple of boyfriends in my life and we’d never gone any further than grinding away in the spare bedroom while my parents were out. But this, this was something on a whole new level.
I was locked in Mr Shepherd’s office, not wearing a thing. It was madness. It was a dream. It couldn’t really be happening. But if it was a dream, my knees wouldn’t have hurt so much from pressing down onto the varnished wooden floor beneath me.
I had my hands on my thighs, not wanting to move them in case he saw how much they were shaking. My chest heaved, my breathing almost out of control, my head fixed in place, eyes forward, staring as he undid his fly. My heart thudded so loudly, I thought he must be able to hear it. My throat felt parched dry and if he’d asked me to talk, all I’d have done was spit out dust.
Luckily he didn’t ask me to talk. He didn’t ask me to do anything. He took over at that point and I was glad I did. Taking away the need to think took the tiniest edge off my overwhelming fear, giving me the chance to relax just a little.
It was still insane. Everything about it was wrong. I shouldn’t have been on my knees, the chill of the draught from under the door hitting my lower back. I should have been dressed. I should have been in the library working on my assignment.
But I wasn’t.
If anyone found out, two things would happen. I’d be a laughing stock amongst every single one of my peers and I’d be thrown out, sent back in shame to the family home, to never live down what I did.
I could still stop it. I could stand up and get dressed and mumble an apology, promise to keep this to myself if he did the same. But once he reached into his trousers and pulled out his cock, any thought of leaving vanished.
“But…but you’re married,” I blurted out, my eyes widening at the size of the thing, rock hard and so much firmer than I’d imagined. Was he that hard because of me?
“No, I’m not,” he replied, taking a step towards me, stroking his shaft slowly.
“But I saw you with a woman. In the park.”
“Her? That’s my ex. We are very much not married. Did you think I was cheating?”
I nodded slowly, unable to take my eyes off his cock. “So you’re not married.” My voice sounded husky, my throat drier than ever.
“I only have eyes for you,” he replied. “Now open your mouth.”
I did as he asked and a second later, I began the greatest experience of my life as he slid his cock over my tongue. All of my senses went into overload. I could smell the manliness of it, the taste was
something I’d never forget. It combined with the heat of his shaft to make my insides tingle, to make me desire him all the more.
He had hold of my head, keeping me fixed in place as he buried himself in my mouth, almost choking me on his length.
“Good girl,” he said, pulling back long enough to let me take a deep gasping breath. Then he plunged in again. I could feel the ridges of his shaft on my tongue, the way he twitched slightly whenever I felt the bulbous tip on my lips.
I fought for breath as he moved faster, not letting go of me for a second. I stared up at him, seeing his expression twist, seeing the real animal in him come out. Gone was the controlled expression, the cold looks he gave out in the lecture hall. He was lost in lust and I felt the same, my pussy soaking wet with need, my heart continuing to pound in my chest.
Somehow the feeling was all the stronger because other than his cock in my mouth, he still looked perfectly respectable. He was fully dressed and I was naked. It was an intensely erotic sensation, like I was his sex slave, a job I’d have gladly signed up for.
“Stand up,” he said, letting go of me at last, his shaft glistening with my saliva, pointing obscenely towards me as I got shakily to my feet, hardly able to stand, I was so turned on.
“Bend over the desk.”
I didn’t move quickly enough. He shoved me down, my ass pointing towards him, my nipples tingling from pressing into the wood beneath my chest. His hands slid up my legs. “Don’t move,” he commanded as I shifted in place, my back rising.
I pressed back down as his fingers reached my buttocks, spreading them apart, massaging them, kneading them in his strong hands, exposing me to his gaze. I was his sex slave. In that moment, I was his. He could do anything to me. I didn’t care as long as the emptiness I felt was taken away. I needed to be filled. “Fuck me,” I muttered, drawing a laugh from him.
“Not yet,” he said in response.
I gasped as I felt his tongue glide between my buttocks, finding my tight little hole, flicking over it and then dipping inside.
I found myself grinding back against him, trying to tempt him into me, wanting that cock of his inside me more than anything in the world. He stood back up and I was certain that he was about to do it but instead he turned me around, lifting me effortlessly upwards until I was sat on the edge of the desk, my knees shoved apart.
