DARIUS

by Marie Skye

  “Seventeen,” she said quietly, cutting me off. Not only did I flinch, but I took a small step back, as if a fucking police raid was about to crash through the door any minute, tie my dick up with barbwire, and leave me to be eaten by a swarm of angry Asian Lady Beetles. Before I could say more, she continued. “Age of consent is sixteen,” she rushed out.

  Because yeah, that sure as fuck made this whole shit show that much better. I looked her up and down, and thought back to when we first met. She sure as fuck didn’t look seventeen. She was highly developed. Her tits were practically spilling over her dress, and her body had this ridiculous amazing hourglass figure. She was fucking sex on heels when I first saw her. Even now looking at her in her plaid navy skirt and the button down white blouse that had a gape, because her tits are so lavishly plump. My mouth was already watering to taste her again.

  Oh, the irony, she most certainly was not flat chested, or toothpick sized. No, she was fucking stunning, as she stood there with her long hair that needed my hand wrapped around it, as I punished the shit out of her by making her gag on my cock over and over again. Then I would paddle her ass until it was almost blood red, threatening her with my cock again, if she so much made a single sound, and only then would I fuck her. I would fuck her good and hard. And she would take it, and not because I’m making her. Because she wants it. But, I won’t let her come. I’ll pull out right before she does, and make her sit on my desk, legs spread wide, so I can stare at her needy pussy as I came all over her crisp white shirt.

  The only thing preventing me from ripping that fucking blouse off of her, and bending her over this desk, and fucking her with the most brutal punishing fuck I could think of…was because she was in fact…my fucking student. Oh yeah, and my best friend’s sister.

  I shook my head as I snapped out of it. “I didn’t know,” I exhaled sharply. “This can’t happen anymore…it shouldn’t happen. I’m sorry.” But I wasn’t sorry. I was livid. She stared at me as if she wanted to cry, and I could see the tears forming, just threatening to fall. We both know she would never allow that. Crying was allowed only when we were fucking. She tilted her chin up, making a point to give me the most determined look she could muster. After a moment, she finally spoke. “As you wish, Mr. Knight.”

  Before I could react and change my mind, she had already turned on her heels and was out the door. I pulled my phone back out and stared at the picture Delton had sent me. Fucking prick. Clearly, Delton had no idea how much his little sister had grown the fuck up. He also had no fucking idea that the tight hot pussy I’d been fucking the past few weeks, and bragging to him in great detail while he was in the desert, was his own damn sister.

  I stretched my neck and sighed. Even knowing all of this, I still fucking wanted her.

  Two

  “Why do you look like you got pissed on?”

  I paused stuffing everything in my locker and turned to Sin. “It’s nothing. I’m fine.”

  I heard him chuckle. “I didn’t ask if you were fine…but I suppose if you’re going to open up a topic of conversation, what’s eating your shit?”

  I slammed my locker door shut. I turned to face Sin. Even though he offered to listen, I guess, the way he lounged there more intrigued with his peach, and the way he was eating it, you would think he was eating a girl’s pussy. I cocked my brow at him, as he licked his lips. I hesitated. “Never mind, all good.”

  The rest of the four men came in, preparing for tonight’s work. After I oiled myself, I started to make rounds. It’s what we did. Get the women hyped up for tonight’s activities. Take a few minutes to give them a little more attention, then what they’re used to, and you’re pretty much golden. Is it leading them on? Probably. But, it’s a business. That’s first and foremost here.

  An hour later, rounds were about done, and four hours after that, my shift was over. I was just finishing up the last of a few pictures with a bachelorette party before I grabbed the rest of my stuff from my locker. I grabbed my keys and headed out the back, and found myself walking toward the same way I always did, and then minutes later, I was standing in front of the same movie theatre I stood in front of every night. I didn’t even know what the hell I was doing. Was Danielle inside? Would she even want to see me?

  I paced outside the theatre, and before I knew it, fifteen minutes had gone by. If she was in there and hadn’t come out by now, there was no way to avoid her. I took a few deep breaths before walking in. I nodded at the usual crew working, before heading into the same movie room I’d been going to for the past few weeks. I glanced at her usual spot. She was there. But she wasn’t alone. Her arms were crossed, to cover herself, as she got up and moved a seat over. It wasn’t her I was looking at. It was the drunk fuck that was trying to get near her.

  He reached out to touch her, and she swatted his arm away. I could feel my blood boiling as I made my way up the stairs towards them. Her protection was my first priority. Neither of them saw me coming. My arm wrapped around his neck as I pulled him off her. I tossed half of his body over the railing, still holding him by his neck, so his legs were flailing.

  The sound of Danielle gasping had me looking back. “Did he hurt you?” Her eyes were focused on the fact that I was practically strangling a man, and could kill him with the pressure of my arms. I squeezed tighter as I barked her name out. “Danielle!” Her eyes met mine. “I said did he hurt you?”

  She slowly shook her head and removed her hands from her mouth. “He’s just a drunk. A drunk that came in. He would’ve left eventually.”

  I glanced down at the man still struggling in my arms. “And if he hadn’t, then what? What if he hadn’t, Danielle? What if I hadn’t walked in here? Who knows what the fuck he could’ve done to you!” She flinched as my voice grew louder. I took a deep breath to calm myself before glancing back down at the fucker. He was turning from red to blue, and his attempt to fight me slowed.

  I finally released my arm, and he dropped the five feet to the bottom, and landed with a thud, as he started wheezing to catch his breath. I placed my boot on the railing, as I leaned over, arms crossed, as I watched him try to get to his feet a few times as he stumbled.

  “If I catch you in here again, I’ll fucking kill you.”

  He didn’t even look back at me, as he stumbled the rest of the way out. I waited until the door closed before I slowly turned my attention to Danielle. Ironically, she looked pissed. I reached into my back pocket, pulling out my Benchmade switchblade. Her eyes darted to it, as I stepped to her. I grabbed her arm, and held her hand open, as I placed the knife in her hand. “You need to have something on you for protection at all times. Especially if I’m not around.” I closed her hand around the knife, but I couldn’t will myself to let go.

  She furrowed her brow before meeting my gaze. “You can’t be around,” she finally whispered, and my hand dropped finally. “Danielle,” my voice came out as a whisper. She shook her head and walked passed me. All I could do was look after her, because she was right. I can’t be around.

  Three

  Walking the halls, the next morning didn’t make me feel any more different than the day before. In fact, each fucking day proved harder than the day before. Danielle sure as fuck wasn’t helping and she knew it too. The way she deliberately hiked her skirt up as she stood against her locker, and subtly twirled a lock of her hair as she glanced in my direction before class each morning.

  I had to start carrying a fucking folder like a damn prepubescent boy in front of my pants to hide my growing erection not only from her, but from the other female teachers that were flocking to me. I wasn’t clueless. I knew damn well, the obvious crush, especially since half of them were married, but I didn’t give a fuck about any of them. I still wanted Danielle. Who I kept reminding myself was my best friend’s sister. My best friend’s sister who was seventeen. Even though she was technically the legal age of consent. Which in fact was true. I did verify that immediately the first day.

  “So,
what do you say? Do you think you could chaperone?” I slowly turned back to whatever the fuck her name was. I had been staring at Danielle, talking to Smith Hilton, the Captain of the Lacrosse team. Lacrosse was the only thing he was good at, because that fucking idiot, from what I’ve gathered, has either fucked his way through school, or no one gave a shit and just passed him through to not deal with his dumb ass. When I told him he couldn’t submit a paper with words written as if he was writing a damn text message with emojis and shit, he attempted to ‘school’ me by saying:

  “Why not? I’m just taking a lesson from our ancestors. Didn’t the Egyptians write in hydraulics?”

  He wasn’t joking. Senseless fuck.

  But, now here I stand with this little fuck standing closer to Danielle than he needed to be, with his lame attempt at making her laugh and touching her. He’s fucking touching her. I decided right then and there, my mission in life, was to fuck him up.

  “We could ride together.”

  I glanced back down at… shit, what the hell was her name? I cleared my throat. “Let me check my schedule, and I’ll get back to you.” I wasn’t getting back with her. Before she could say more, I checked my watch. “I have to go; tutoring is starting soon.” She nodded and was about to say more, but I walked off instead. Smith had just waved bye to Danielle, and she was putting shit into her locker. I acted interested in my folder, as I walked a little closer to her, and spoke low enough where I knew she could hear me. “Supply closet in my classroom. Now.”

  I didn’t give her a chance to offer a rebuttal of any kind, mostly because I didn’t really give a shit.

  Four

  Tutoring wasn’t really tutoring per se. It was mostly fuck-off hour. Students came and went. Played with shit on their phones, and I was here mostly for decoration. I glanced at the supply closet toward the back of the room I told Danielle to meet me at ten minutes ago. She’d already texted me twice, asking me if I was coming. She had no fucking idea that’s exactly what I would be doing.

  Making her wait was part of her punishment, whether she knew it or not, and I sure as fuck was enjoying it. My eyes narrowed as Smith walked into the room and took a look around looking confused as fuck. Pretty much his normal everyday look, so no shocker there. It was obvious he was looking for Danielle. He finally distracted himself with some of his teammates. That’s when I decided now was the perfect time, if any. I casually stood up and acted like I really gave a shit what any of the students were working on. I even did the whole smiling and nodding, and went as far and pretending as if I was actually interested in a few of their projects.

  I wasn’t.

  I finally made my way back to the supply closet. No one was paying me any attention, as I opened the door, and shut it softly behind me. Danielle was crouched in a corner, and when she saw it was me, she stood up and crossed her arms. Based off her expression, I’m definitely going towards she’s a little pissed.

  “What the hell, Darius?!” She hissed at me in a loud whisper. “You had me come in here, and made me wait for almost twenty minutes…” And just like that, the sound of my name coming from her lips brought me back. Despite our current situation, I still fucking wanted her. I wanted her spread before me. I wanted her raw. I wanted her fucked. As she continued her lecture, I took the moment to let my gaze travel up and down her body. Her cheeks were flushed. Her black raven hair that fell in waves around her were itching to be wrapped around my hand.

  She stomped her foot, and my attention went back to her. “Are you even listening right now?” I moved off the door and walked towards her.

  “No, I’m not.” She gasped as I pulled her tightly against me. My hands slowly inched up, dragging her skirt with it, until I reached the swell of her ass. Any anger she had before, immediately left her body, as her breathing quickened. She rubbed against me, and fuck; all that did was make me want to bury myself deep inside of her. Laughter from the other side of the door also made me realize that this was still an annoying as shit fucked-up situation, and as I started to retreat, her arm went around me before I had a chance to back away.

  “Don’t… please,” she whispered, looking back at me. Her big brown eyes met mine, as her hand gripped mine tighter. “We can do this. We can be quiet. Please. Darius,” she pleaded with me. I paused when she said Darius. Her other hand reached around and squeezed my cock, and I let out a groan.

  Before I had time to even tell myself that this was a bad idea, I was already unzipping my pants, turning her around and lining her hips up, exactly how I wanted her. I used one hand to cover her mouth and slid my cock through her wetness, each time teasing her clit. Each time I went over her entrance, she tried pushing back to get me to push in, and I slapped her hard on the ass, my grip around her mouth tightened to muffle her cry. I stilled to listen for any movement outside the door, before leaning in and biting the shell of her ear, and she shuddered. “Don’t fucking move, I won’t say it again.” I didn’t give her time to nod before I pushed forward, and I swear my eyes rolled in the back of my head. I had to bite my own bottom lip, to muffle my own groan. I snaked my other arm around her, pulling her closer to me. Each thrust brought her up on the tip of her toes, and she let out a tiny whimper with each force.

  “Right here?” I growled in her ear. “Is this where I belong? Tell me this is where I belong.” She softly moaned as she reached out to steady herself on one of the shelves. The palm of my hand rubbing roughly against that swollen clit I not only ached for, but I've been denying myself from, every fucking night, since I found out she was my fucking student. Her breathing became ragged, as she started to clench tighter around me. Even with both of us so wound up, our ears pricked at the voices just outside the door.

  I rubbed her clit faster. “Come,” I growled in her ear.

  She shook her head vigorously, as she grasped my hand from her mouth. “We need to stop, they’ll hear us,” she looked back at me frantic, before looking back at the door.

  “Then you better come quick,” I slammed into her harder, this time pinching her clit, and rubbing her greedy nub between my fingers. She softly moaned, and I turned her head toward mine and crushed my mouth to hers, as her pussy clamped around me. My balls tightened, and I barely made it in time as I pulled out, and stroked my release in the palm of my hand.

  My eyes were shut as I muttered a string of curses, when another warm hand closed over mine. I slowly opened my eyes, as Danielle’s hand worked with mine to finish me off. She gave me a small smile. Right when I was about to think how this shouldn’t have happened, she did the unthinkable. She opened my cum filled hand, lifted it to her mouth and licked it clean.

  I could’ve come all over again just seeing that. She had a wicked gleam in her eyes when she was done. Not only was that the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen… but she just fucking ruined everything.

  “Yeah, I thought I did.”

  We both looked to the door at the voice that came from the other side. I quickly tucked myself in and straightened up. I pointed around the corner, and she ducked around the corner with barely a second before the door opened, and I had just stepped on the footstool. Smith peeked in, before looking up at me.

  “Oh, hey Mr. Knight. I didn’t know you were in here. I was looking for Danielle. Someone thought they saw her come in here.”

  I grabbed a few old dusty binders off the top shelf. “I don’t know why you wouldn’t know I was in here; I walked right past you to get in here.” I focused on dusting off one of the binders, and he gave an annoying awkward laugh. I finally turned to him. “Was there something else you needed, or were you going to help? I’m finally getting around to cleaning out this closet. Seems your other instructor was a bit of a hoarder.” I held up a broken globe. Some of it was pieced together with masking tape. He crinkled his nose.

  “Maybe another time, I have practice.”

  I shrugged my shoulders. “Perhaps another time then.” I went back to pretending like I cared about the organization o
f this room. Although I probably should give it a run through at some point. After he left, I finally took a deep breath and peered around the corner. Not only was Danielle still crouched in the corner hiding, but she had dozed off. I couldn’t help but watch at how beautiful she looked. I sighed, as I once again told myself we shouldn’t be doing this. We can’t be doing this. It’s for the best. And then I made myself wake her up, and said those exact words out loud. Her eyes glistened, and chin quivered. I balled my hands into fists and stuffed them in my pockets to prevent myself from reaching out to touch her.

  The last sound was the door slamming after she left. A pocket of dust flying around me. I deserved her hate, and so much more.

  Five

  “Do you have a minute?”

  I paused and looked over my shoulder. “What’s up Sinnamon?” He rolled his eyes. He hated when I called him that, which was the very reason I did it, which made it even more fun. “We’re all chipping in for Betty’s birthday present, you know how she refuses to tell us exactly when it is, but we think it’s always been…” before he could even finish, I was already shoving three one-hundred-dollar bills into his hand.

  “Let me know if you need more. You know that woman is a mom to all of us. Whatever she needs, you never have to ask. Just tell me what you need and you know I’ll hand it over.” He nodded as I headed out. Betty was like a mom, especially since I didn’t have my own. No matter how many times she gave me shit and lectured me; I knew she always did it out of love. She’s who I went to, when I couldn’t get my shit together. She’s the one that encouraged me to finish school and pursue teaching. Without her sass and a few smacks upside my head to get her point across, who knows what I would be doing these days.