“You okay sweetheart?” he rumbled, big hands caressing my arms, rubbing the life back into them.
I swallowed heavily.
“Yes Master,” was my soft murmur. “Yes, I’ll be okay, thank you.”
He nodded.
“I want what’s best for you Minnie,” came that low growl. “You know that.”
I nodded again, swallowing the lump in my throat.
“Yes, I know Master. I trust you.”
But evidently Thorn was in a reflective mood. Stretching out beside me, he ran a hand over my breast absentmindedly, watching as the pink nipple bounced and perked.
“Mmmm. Only a few weeks till graduation,” came that deep voice.
“I know,” was my soft whisper. Was he thinking what I was? That our time together was limited? That soon, I’d be off, our counseling sessions no more?
Evidently not because the big man swung bright blue eyes to me.
“You’ll be seeing your dad again,” he said matter of factly, and I was stunned. Why would he bring Pat up now? Any mention of my father was a buzzkill for sure, and I sighed, wanting the moment to pass.
“I guess,” I told him reluctantly. “Yeah, I guess he’s coming to graduation.”
Thorn’s eyes flicked to mine.
“You’re not excited?” he asked, voice dry.
What could I say? We’ve been over the story of me and my dad countless times.
“Pat sent me here because I had bad grades,” I said tonelessly. “He told me that I’d never amount to anything, and that I was worth nothing.”
Thorn nodded grimly.
“But you know that’s wrong,” were his strong words, blue eyes intense. “That’s one hundred percent bullshit, and you know that.”
I shrugged again, not meeting his eyes.
“I know,” were my soft words. “But it still hurts you know? That your own father would say those things to you.”
But Thorn wasn’t letting it go. One big hand caught my chin, turning me to meet that intense blue gaze.
“Don’t internalize it,” he swore. “Never. You’re more than that. You know that Minnie.”
And what he said next made my heart leap and shudder.
“Anything you need, sweetheart, and I’m here. You hear me? Anything at all,” he said in a low voice filled with emotion. “You come to me at the slightest sign of trouble.”
I melted then, eyes filling with tears. Because this was the first time that Thorn indicated that I was anything more than the physical to him. Sure, there were the times we lay in bed after sex, talking about my situation. The times when he imparted advice, wise and reflective, a true counselor.
But this it was different. Because this time, he was offering himself, providing shelter in my time of need. This was the first time that he was showing interest in me beyond strict therapy, and it made my heart pound.
Did he care about me like that?
Was I more than just a lost girl, another student in need?
So my lips pulled into a watery smile, eyes filling with tears.
“Do you mean it?” I asked on a low voice. “Do you really mean it, Grayson?”
And the alpha jerked. Because this was the first time I’d used his given name, like we were equals instead of a Master and sub. But something flared in his eyes then, hot and intense.
“Yes sweetheart,” came that low growl from deep within his chest, one big hand snaking out to grasp mine. “Anything. Everything. You come to me, and I’ll take care of it.”
And to emphasize the point, the big man lowered his mouth for a kiss. Except it was different this time. Instead of a prelude to the physical, this kiss was that and also ten times more. It was passion and fire, the need to possess me, and desire to brand me as his. It was the call of a man to a woman, his soul mate, his true female.
And I responded with everything in my heart. Melting, my lips met his, coming to the fore with every ounce of love, respect and desire for the powerful alpha. Because maybe we started out as a headmaster and his student. Maybe we were supposed to be a therapist and patient. But somehow, after all these confidences, these shared intimacies, and the intense physical sessions, I’ve fallen in love. Yes, it’s true and I can admit it now. I’ve fallen for my Master … and I can only hope that he’s feels the same for me too.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Thorn
It’s funny how we lose track of time when we’re enjoying ourselves. Days blur into weeks, weeks speed into months and before you know it, you’re facing the big day.
Because it’s been six months, and today the girls are graduating.
That meant Minnie’s graduating.
My girl is leaving.
And she’s the reason why I lost track of time. Because we’ve fallen into a routine. Or as much of a routine when you’re sneaking around with a teen nymph, a luscious female with big, bobbling boobies and a cunt that just won’t stop.
Because yeah, it was supposed to be Wednesdays only. We saw each other for two hours Wednesday nights, and originally, that was our only private time.
But the need got too strong.
It burned hot as white steel, consuming us.
And so we started seeing each other all the time. I’d call her to my office, drilling that sweet puss as she bent over the desk. Or she’d steal over to my cabin late at night, when the camp was asleep. Or there was that time in her dorm room. Shit yeah. With three sleeping girls snoozing away, I’d pounded that beautiful ass good, my sweet girl biting her pillow, muffling those shrieks as her bottom seized around my dick.
So yeah, it’s been a dirty six months. Illegal and immoral are only the tip of the iceberg.
And yet I can’t stop.
Why the hell not?
Am I out of my mind?
It’s getting to the point where I’m wondering if this is really about the sex. Sure, Minnie’s amazing in bed. That young body is hot as hell, flexible and tight, always creaming for my thick cock. But there were times when it became something different.
Like when Minnie fell asleep next to me after a hard session, that beautiful form curvy and still. I’d stare as she breathed, big boobs rising and falling, drinking her in. And shit, but my heart turned over, taking in the sweet sight.
Fuck.
My heart?
What the hell was that about?
And how many more lines was I willing to cross?
The knock on my office door shook me back to reality. Today was graduation and the ceremony was only a few hours away. Parents were already beginning to arrive, station wagons trundling up the mountain in dusty clouds. So I straightened my tie while assuming a professional expression.
“Come in.”
And shit, but Patrick Evans limped into my office, his suit ill-fitting and baggy like a clown. That bald pate shone under the harsh fluorescent light of my office, face puffy and sweaty. Was there a whiff of alcohol? But the man looked sober enough, even if his appearance was raggedy and sad.
Still, it didn’t stop me from getting pissed at him for looking like this on one of the most important days of Minnie’s life.
“Thorn,” he grunted, sliding into the chair in front of my desk. Fine, make yourself at home. I got up and circled around, extending a hand.
“It’s good to see that you could make it, Patrick,” came my neutral voice.
He simply shrugged and took my fist in a limp, clammy grip.
“Yeah. Well, I guess I have to make sure that the kid gets on stage for her diploma. After all, it’s the only thing she’s got. She ain’t comin’ home with me,” he snorted vehemently.
My chest tightened. That was right. Today was the big day, when Patrick cut all ties. Talk about a demoralizing ending to what was supposed to be a day of celebration.
But shit, I’d done everything I could to prepare Minnie without actually telling her about her dad’s plans. I’d told her she could come to me for anything. That she had a place with me always. Hell, I�
�d given her a key to my cabin, so she could let herself in. It was supposed to be for our hot and heavy sessions, but maybe I wanted her around for more than that.
The female was gonna be fine. On my watch, things were gonna be a-okay.
“I see you didn’t change your mind about your daughter,” I rumbled, one eyebrow raised.
“Has she?” he snorted, crossing one leg over the other with arrogance. “Minnie still stuck on that make-up shit? What a waste of time,” he spat.
I shook my head.
“Your daughter’s very passionate about her calling. In fact, she’s gotten rave reviews for her artistry. Did you know that she did a bunch of her friends’ looks for a school dance a month ago?”
That was true. I had arranged an event with another of my reform schools, an all boys’ academy that happened to be nearby. We had the male students come here since Forest Hills is bigger with a large cafeteria that could act as an event space. And it was true. Minnie did a number of the girls’ makeup, spreading her talent. The results were incredible, transforming teenage ugly ducklings into swans for a night.
“So I see that she even has you impressed, huh?” Pat grunted sourly, shaking his head and pulling out a cigarette from his suit jacket.
I jerked my chin.
“No smoking in my office,” was the curt warning.
His eyebrows raised but at least the loser put his cigarette away. “So what? Who cares? As long as she graduates, then it’s all good.”
I sighed and shook my head. Because it was a lot more than that. Minnie was supposed to be the class salutatorian. Her grades were impressive. But the girl declined because she was considerate when it came to other people. I remembered our conversation.
“This is a good thing, Minnie. Why not?” I asked her. “Why wouldn’t you want to graduate second in your class? It’s an achievement sweetheart. Announce it to the world, let people know how far you’ve come.”
She sighed and looked at me, eyes reflective.
“The other girls were here before I was, Thorn. They worked their asses off for those grades longer than I have. I just swept in, somewhere in the middle, and now I’m gonna graduate as salutatorian? That wouldn’t be fair to them.”
My eyes softened at her words. “But you worked hard for your grades too.”
“Not as much they did,” she told me firmly. “I never wanted to graduate with honors, Grayson. I simply wanted to graduate. And Master,” she said slowly, raising big brown eyes to mine. “It means more to them. Let someone else take it. It’ll make her happy, and I don’t begrudge someone else their hard-earned reward.”
My heart overflowed. Shit, this girl was something special. Because Minnie deserved to graduate second in her class. The redhead deserved the special accolades, the honor of a plaque with her name engraved on it.
But because there was another girl who wanted it bad, Minnie was willing to let go. And that’s what I loved about my girl the most. How she put other peoples’ concerns above her own, their fears, joys, and hopes held in the palm of her hand.
I nodded, respecting her decision. “If that’s what you want, then I won’t stop you. But let’s hear what the board has to say.”
And lo and behold, but the school board acceded to her request. They let another girl take the salutatorian slot, persuaded by Minnie’s soft words and caring concern. She’d them left astounded, actually. Privately afterwards, a couple folks approached me and said Minnie truly had the potential to be something so much more. In fact, she was potentially the best student ever to graduate from Forest Hills.
Of course. The female is incredible and amazing, I sensed it the first time we met.
But sadly, her father felt differently.
“Yeah, she’s got no place to go after this,” Pat rubbed his hands together, a sly smile on his face. “Well, scratch that. I got her a one-way bus ticket,” he said, pulling a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket. “Who knows where she’s headed next,” he practically crowed.
It was sad. Real sad, seeing a father revel in his daughter’s demise.
So I put a stop to it.
“She’s graduating, Patrick. Minnie’s a smart girl. She’ll find a way, diploma in hand.”
Of course, the female was gonna be fine. I’d see to it, even if her father had no idea.
Pat ‘tsked’ loudly and shook his head.
“That girl ain’t got rocks for brains,” he snorted. “She’s gonna fall over flat once she realizes she ain’t got a home no more.”
I counted to five to make sure that I didn’t beat him to a pulp, right here right now. Because fuck! This guy was such a prick. And on graduation day, no less. I’d like to skewer his balls and then throw them to the dogs.
But instead, words came instead.
“Your daughter was supposed to be the salutatorian. She declined,” was my neutral sentence.
Patrick looked surprised.
“What’s that?” he sniped, nails grimy on the one-way bus ticket. “What’s that mean?”
My look was cool.
“It means your daughter had such excellent grades that she ranked second in her class academically. But she declined the honor.”
Patrick’s expression twisted into anger, then bafflement.
“What? Why would she do that? That girl dumb or some shit?”
This conversation was pointless, but I continued smoothly.
“Naw, your daughter has an innate sense of justice, that’s all. She told me it wasn’t fair for her to take that honor when the other girls worked longer and harder than she did.”
Pat shook his head again, snorting like a bull.
“Yeah, don’t you see how stupid she is? Giving away the good stuff for nothing. Not even an education can fix it when you ain’t got no common sense.”
Fuck.
What a loser.
I was about to say something truly nasty when my receptionist breezed in, like she could sense impending danger. She smiled at the two of us and then turned to me.
“Graduation will start soon. Mr. Thorn, I suggest you head out in the field.”
I turned to Patrick.
“Thanks Sylvia. Let’s go, shall we, Mr. Evans? After you,” I said courteously.
And briskly, the two of us headed out of my office to the field where parents and students alike were milling around. It was crowded, filled with proud moms and dads and the flashes of cameras.
But my eyes weren’t scanning the happy families and students. I was looking for a certain girl with a body that had men doing double-takes. And when I saw Minnie, everything came to a complete stop.
Because the girl looked amazing in a modest floral dress that hugged her curves perfectly. The fabric skimmed her curves, but wasn’t slutty or too revealing. She’d left her hair down, cascading in a wave of curls, framing that beautiful face. There wasn’t a trace of make-up and yet her skin was flawless, eyes bright.
Oh shit.
I was gonna lose it, right here in front of all these families.
I was gonna give it all away, my feelings for this gorgeous, intelligent woman out in the open.
But nothing happned because upon seeing his daughter, Patrick scampered over, skidding to a halt in the grass.
And right in front of everyone, he began berating her, one finger wagging in the air, his face a mask of righteous fury.
It didn’t look good. Minnie had her head bowed, those curls drooping as Pat went on and on, mouth moving like a motor. What the fuck. I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but from the looks of surrounding people, it was bad.
Real bad.
Probably pure poison pouring from his vocal cords.
I strode over, big form about to bust in and make things right. But as I neared, two figures popped up in front of me.
“Mr. Thorn!”
It took me a moment before I could register who had stopped me. They were Keira Crest’s parents. I smiled and shook both of their hands eve if my brain was s
omewhere else.
“Mr. and Mrs. Crest. Hello, it’s a pleasure to see you again.”
Mr. Crest had a huge smile on his face. “Not as pleased as we are to see the man who has changed our daughter.”
I smiled and nodded. I always made it a point to get to know my students, no matter how brief the meeting might be. And it helped because whenever a pupil improved, I made sure to compliment them. That’s why I knew Keira well. She’d done a bang-up job of bringing her grades from F’s up to C’s.
“Your daughter’s changed for the best,” I said with a courteous nod. “But it’s not me or Forest Hills. The change came from within,” was my reply. “Keira desired it, and so it happened.”
The Crests nodded and cooed, beaming at their daughter proudly.
“Keira, you’ve done great honey,” praised Mrs. Crest, stroking her daughter’s hair. “We couldn’t be happier.”
“Absolutely fantastic,” boasted her dad. “I dare any other parent to match our daughter’s achievement.”
And this is why I became an educator. Because it gives me pleasure to bring out the best in an individual to help them achieve their greatest. And frankly, the contrast between the Crests and Pat Evans couldn’t be more distinct. On the one hand, Mr. and Mrs. Crest were elated about their daughter, wishing Keira the best. On the other, Pat Evans was belittling his daughter the would-be salutatorian right now.
But this wasn’t the time to get into it. The ceremony began and parents and teachers took their seats. We watched as graduates filed to the front of the field, decked in black gowns and silver caps. Sure enough, there was Minnie, beautiful as always, smiling that gorgeous smile. But I could see that it didn’t reach her eyes.
I made a mental note to fucking kill Patrick later. He’d done this to her, and my heart ripped in two.
Suddenly, a voice intruded.
“Let’s all give a warm round of applause for the headmaster of this school, Grayson Thorn!” boomed the announcer.
That was my cue to stand up and I did, making my way to the stage and to the podium. I was to give a speech for the graduates. I’ve been doing this since I founded my academies, so public speaking came easy.
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