by Iva Britt
He tilted my chin up with the ruler, making me gaze into his hazel eyes.
“Next time, remember this when you question me in front of the class. Understood, Ms. Lily?”
“Understood.”
With the corner of his lips upturned, “You’re dismissed,” he said.
He grabbed his belongings—briefcase and coat—and exited the classroom.
“See you tomorrow. Don’t be late.”
Leaving me gaping after him
I thought—I thought—I don’t know what I thought. I thought he would help with the pulsation that was taking over my body.
Instead he left.
Jackass, I fumed.
Chapter 6
The following day, I walked into Mr. Carter’s class with trepidation and clammy hands. I proceeded to stare at the tiled floor as I headed to my seat. Trying to potentially avoid any encounter.
I gave a huge sigh of relief as I reached my seat, two more steps left—the end so close.
“Ms. Lily.”
Shit. Shit. Shit.
After a deep breath, I turned toward him, waiting.
Mr. Carter stood a couple feet away from me, dressed in a charcoal suit and black tie with one hand tucked away in his pocket. He insisted upon wearing suits when most of the teachers wore business casual.
That insistence paid off in every female student’s dreams and gushing giggles. He looked so sexy and sophisticated that the suits should be banned.
I hated that I could feel that electrifying thread between us and I wanted to snap the thread. I shouldn't have this reaction towards him.
Mr. Carter cleared his throat.
Unbeknownst to us, we stood across each other, staring at the other, our eyes searching for a clue to the puzzling connection between us.
He nodded his chin towards an empty desk placed in front of his desk, situating me in direct view of him. “That’s your newly assigned seat.”
I glanced over to the seat he gestured to and then the gazed around the students who were staring with rapt attention as if this was their daily soap opera.
Everyone was sitting in their same respective seats. The only seat that had changed was mine.
I mulled over my options. Two seconds later, I decisively walked toward my seat at the back of the class.
I didn’t know the reason but the idea of threatening the sleeping dragon—that I’ve seen shades of, lurking under his suits—excited me. Thrilled me.
Because the few times he roared his fire, it warmed and settled between my bones. I loved the feeling which I haven't felt in a while. It was a high I craved.
He was a high I, so desperately, craved.
I didn’t need to know the theory of quantum physics to decipher that he was gnashing his teeth together in frustration of my defiance towards him and his commands.
I loved the thrill of what was to come after class.
I was single handedly singled-out to receive a dressing down. Just the thought of it shot a tingles down my spine that I shuddered.
If I was lucky it would be with a ruler.
After that first incident, Mr. Carter had expected me to cry, balk and or report him to the principal going by his attitude the following day.
But I never cried or reported him.
I clashed with Mr. Carter again that class.
And again and again each class
I was held back again afterwards.
And punished.
Deliciously.
Each time, the punishment escalated to forbidden, taboo touches.
Each time, we were left panting for more but held back.
I was jostled back from my musings when a kid hollered at my bold defiance.
I sat down in my old seat and folded my hands on top of the desk. And waited for the lesson to start.
Mr. Carter wasn't surprised going by the quirk of his mouth. His eyes glimmered, roaming over my face. Sometimes I wondered if he purposely roused me to get a reaction and forced to deliver a punishment later.
Everyone waited with a bated breath to see what would Mr. Carter would do next.
After studying me for a few seconds, he strode over to where I was seated.
“You leave me with no other choice,” he said, before bending down and lifting the whole desk with me, effortlessly.
“Gah,” I yelled as my feet left the ground. I thrashed my legs, careful not to fall down, trying to kick him. I grabbed his tie and tried to pull him down.
But the man was unmovable as a mountain. He just stared ahead and strode down the aisle. The motherfucker had lifted the desk with me still sitting and set me down to his designated seat.
“Do the practice unit three test and if it’s not completed when I’m done, I’ll bury all of you in so much extra assignments that you guys won't be able to see over it,” Mr. Carter threatened the class, distracting their attention away from us.
The kids groaned and I heard the rustled movements and textbooks scraping across the desks and whispers.
He crowded me, crouching over the back of me. Our cheeks almost pressed together but not quite.
The top two buttons of my shirt was purposely unbuttoned. To defy the rules.
But, now as he stood over me, I wish I hadn't unbuttoned it. He had a clear view of my breast peeking out of my bra. I could his heated gaze there and, in response, my skin was flushed.
Added to that was the forbidden touches and knowing that nobody could see what he was doing.
“We’ve seemed to find ourselves in quite of a dilemma here, Ms. Lily,” he whispered.
I gazed at him from the corner of my eye and, angrily, whispered back. "You have some fucking gall to manhandle me like that.”
He murmured, “That I do.”
His fingers traced the flushed skin peeking from the two popped buttons, trailing further down until his fingers grazed the valley between my breast.
Soft and commanding. An alluring combination.
I closed my eyes as the sensation traveling south were too much for me to handle. “Everybody can see us,” I said.
“No, they can't. They're preoccupied,” he said, after he turned his head back to the class. “I'm covering you. I won't let them see.” He promised, protectively.
“Why are you doing this?” I protested weakly—consumed by my body’s need for something more.
He fingers slid down further down my shirt through the elastic waistband of my skirt.
Slowly. Surely. Softly.
I sat still, waiting and waiting for it to reach that ache.
His fingers trailed under my skirt to reach my panties and his fingers slid the panties aside. I felt the cold air breeze upon my womanhood.
His fingers glided across my center, teasing. Our backs covering his hand from the rest of the class only enhanced the pleasure.
I bit my lip to stop the moan threatening to break free. I squirmed against his touch
“You make me crazy and I want to do things to you. Dirty things. And when you choose to defy me and be headstrong and beautiful, I want to take you over my knee. Now bear the consequences.” His two fingers parted my lips.
“But this isn't punishment,” I whispered-gasped as one finger entered me, roughly.
The foreign sensation of something pumping in me wasn't unpleasant. I wanted more. I needed more. I scooted forward to impale myself on that finger.
“It can be. The sweetest punishment. Take you so far high and…” He left me hanging, not finishing his sentence. Instead, he added a second finger, stretching me further.
“And?” I asked breathlessly. I was honed in on the thrusting of his fingers. In and out. The pleasure was building and building. Almost reaching the peak.
“And then stop,” he chuckled. And his fingers just did that.
The motherfucker stopped.
His fingers were still inside me, unmoving. The release I craved was snatched away from me. “That's cruel,” I panted.
“That’s your punishmen
t,” he retorted
“I'll finish myself.”
My fingers proceeded to do that when he grabbed my hand and ordered me. “You do not touch yourself,” he said in a harsh voice.
And I listened.
He sniffed his fingers that were coated in my juices. His eye crinkled when he gazed upon my frustrated, flushed, heady body.
“Patience,” he said before he fixed my clothing and stood.
“That is the correct answer. Ms. Lily. Now, that you’ve learned your lesson, maybe you practice on keeping your mouth shut,” he winked.
I was left gaping at him
I couldn't believe all that just happened.
In view of the whole class.
And I didn't learn my lesson. Because I responded. I wanted another punishment.
I yawned. “I see you talk but all I hear is blah.”
His eyes met mine and flashed.
“Looks like our lesson here was unsuccessful. We'll have to do more after class.”
“Yes we do,” I said softly.
For the first time, we agreed with each other.
Chapter 7
“Assume your position.”
Instead of placing my hands on the edge of the desk, I placed my upper body flat on the desk, my ass jutting out, brushing his bulge. I reached back and flipped my skirt up and baring my ass. I was bare and open when I spread my legs apart. My slit, which was trembling in need, was open and glistening.
While he focused on helping the kids with the assignment, I quickly pulled down my panties. I couldn't bear the sticky and wet panties rubbing against me. It reminded me that his sexy fingers had been there rubbing me only moments ago.
The ball was now in his court. Now I wanted feel those balls when he slammed into my pussy.
“Fuck me,” he bit out painfully.
He placed both of his hands instinctively on the globes of my ass, feeling their weight and palming it.
I must have imagined but I swear I felt him ever so slightly thrust into my ass, mimicking the motions.
I was dragged back up and flipped onto my back. My legs barely touched the ground. I propped myself on my elbows so I could him rather than the ceiling.
He flicked my skirt up with his ruler. Making my pussy bare to him.
I gasped at the sudden cold ruler, touching my core. “What are you doing?” I feebly protested. As if that was something to do.
“I warned you of the consequences. But it seems like you need a stricter punishment so the lesson is grasped better.”
His dominant voice did something to me.
He continued staring at my center with a heated gaze. “Do you want me to stop?” he murmured. He was giving me an opportunity to back out.
I thought about it. I felt the most alive in months when I was around him. I enjoyed the control leaving me and him taking over—to please me. To discipline me. We were in too far to back out now.
“No, Mr. Carter,” I answered.
He was immensely pleased by the quick flash of a smile. When he smiled, the effect was devastating.
“Call me Dean.”
“Dean,” I repeated, whispering his name intimately.
He opened my cunt with his fingers. With his other hand, he dragged the tip of the ruler barely inside me. My eyes drifted close as I moaned.
Suddenly, my eyes flew open as he spanked me there with his ruler.
He paused, waiting for me to either scamper away or slap him.
I did neither. I glanced back impatiently. “Get on with it,” I said in a bored tone.
He chuckled, the sound making my head spin. He took that as affirmation to continue the onslaught against my cunt. I was getting wet and wetter. I felt my juices leaking out of me on to the desk. My pussy aching with longing and need.
He rubbed the ruler in my juices, spreading the liquid. He brought the rulers to his nose and inhaled the musky scent. My body craved a release that was elusive. He brought the ruler back at my opening just putting the tip in and I almost burst.
“Please,” I mumbled.
“Please, what?”
“I don't know,” I yelled in frustration.
“Please what, Lily,” he repeated, calmly, as he took off his blazer and threw it on the side.
“I need to cum.”
“How do you want to cum?”
“With your cock.” I glanced at his trousers. His trousers were tented, his erection trying to burst free to against his slacks.
His fingers made quick work of his zipper and he pulled his trousers down. His erection sprang up and pointed toward me.
He was thick and glorious. I knew the mechanisms and that it would fit, but it would take my body a while to adjust to that size. He was huge with precum coating the tip of his erection.
He was ready to slam into me.
“God, you’re beautiful. All spread out and ready for me to take you,” he said, wondrously.
“I’m not God,” I replied mischievously.
“Don’t I know it? You’re Eve tempting me with all your glory. This is fucked up but ever since that first day, I’ve wanted you with all of your ‘fuck off’ attitude. I’ve wanted to put that mouth to good use.”
“Then have me.”
He seemed to have second thoughts. “There is no going back from this. I’m your teacher and I should prevent this, but I can’t.” He laughed, self-mockingly at his need for me.
I reached up to pull him down from his tie and kissed him.
With everything that had transpired between us, I couldn't believe this was our first kiss. It seemed like a lifetime since we’ve clashed. But, it’s only been a month since he entered our class. Each time we’ve fought and each time our lessons after class escalated.
His lips were firm and hard. I opened my lips and his tongue swooped in taking immediate control as in everything he does. He ravaged my mouth. We were lost in the kiss, our focus honed on the mimicking thrusts of our tongues. Promises of what was to come.
I reached down to wrap my fingers around his warm cock and tried push it inside me. I needed him inside me. He laughed against my mouth and didn't budge. “A little impatient, love?”
He slid the tip of his cock in and my mouth fell open in anticipation.
He was taking his damn time.
“Hurry up, asshole.” With everything going on, I still hadn't let go of that sassy tone.
He rammed in and buried himself to the hilt in one thrust before I finished the last word.
I flinched as he broke my barrier. He was breathing hard and held himself still, allowing me to adjust and get used to being filled before he started to thrust hard in a rhythm.
I wrapped my legs around and said harder.
He threw his head back and thrusted into me so hard that the desk started to teeter on its hind legs.
It was a little painful but it was the sweetest punishment as he once said. I matched him thrust for thrust. I was almost there.
He covered my mouth with his just as I was about to scream.
“Shh,” he said, mindful of where we were.
I was fucking my teacher and with that thought I came.
My body was vibrating, spent.
After a quick hard thrust, he threw his head back as I felt him starting to cum. He groaned and started to pull out so he wouldn't cum inside me. But I locked him in the cradle of my legs. I was on birth control for my irregular periods. And a second later, his release filled me, gushing inside me.
He looked down at our coupling and the evidence—his semen leaking out of me. He was proud of himself. That basic animalistic fucking and visual had him hardening again.
We were both breathing hard after the exertion. I was languid and my legs unlocked from his torso.
“That was something,” he said softly pressing quick kisses across my lips.
But this was doomed before it could even go nowhere.
He was my teacher.
I was his student.
If anyone
found out, I would be expelled and he would be fired and punished. At twenty-five, he was eight years my senior. All the blame would be placed upon his shoulders.
But him being my teacher had nothing to do in regards to my feelings toward him.
Over the course of the month, I was falling for this man. His authority. His commanding presence. His demeanor which relaxed only in private with me. I felt cherished and protected when he cradled me. Even when he punished me. He knew how far to take it without causing me pain or giving me reason to bolt. He gave me a safe place to talk about anything and everything.
We were two people who had the misfortune of being tabooed. Frowned upon.
I liked him.
And, I knew he liked me too.
What was next for us?
Dean had the uncanny ability to sense what directions my thoughts were going, he pressed his forehead against mine, silently reassuring me.
“We will make this work,” he pressed a kiss on my forehead, leaning into me. Coveting my softness.
He was still inside me when he started thrusting lazily and lifted me off the desk, slamming me against the wall. He didn’t care that I was sore. He took what he wanted. He wrapped my legs around his body and ravaged me. I threw my head against the wall when he trailed kisses down my neck.
God, he was good when he fucked me like that.
Afterwards, he grabbed his briefcase off the desk and rummaged though, looking for something.
He found a napkin and wet it with his water bottle. And he cleaned me.
“How?” I asked in askance to his previous statement.
He was focused on his task and the corner of his mouth kicked up. “What did I say about questioning me,” he said, teasingly.
I laughed. “Even when you piss me of, you make me feel better,” I started, “and alive.”
“You make me feel alive, too,” he said. “It’s been awhile since I’ve felt the need to protect and consume. My parents…”
We were interrupted when a knock was sounded at the door.
We both looked at each other guiltily
We sprang into action. I flipped my skirt down and he pulled his trousers up. Luckily, we were not in direct view of the window that was on the door so no one could see what we were up to. Or what we had been up to.
