“I can get a ride.” I replied. She waved her hand to dismiss my comment. I left the office and walked slowly down the empty hall to Mr. Honor’s class, tugging nervously at my bandage.
I knocked at his door and waited for him to answer.
“Come in.” he called and I opened the door and walked inside. The classroom was empty and he was removing his button up shirt. His undershirt was black and it matched his tattoo that wrapped his arm and stopped just at his neck. He folded his shirt and laid it over the back of his chair.
“What happened?” he asked as he glanced down at my hand.
“I had an accident.” I replied nervously as I bit my lip. His eyes tightened and his expression was unreadable.
“I saw you at the theater yesterday day. That was…,” he said as his eyes danced up and down my body.
“Awkward” I replied, finishing his sentence. He laughed quietly.
“Unexpected” he corrected me. “Ms. Townsend, do you remember what I said about being late to my class?” he asked and I bit my lip again as I remembered our last encounter in his classroom, alone. He sat down on the edge of his desk and waited for my response. I did not know what to say and after a moment, he motioned for me to come closer. I walked over towards him and sat my books down on a desk in the front row.
“I’m really sorry. It has been a crazy morning and…” I began to explain. He stood up quickly and in one swift motion, he bent me over onto his desk. Before I could protest, his hand can down hard across my bottom. I gasped loudly at the sudden pain as he smacked me once again. His body bent down over top of mine and his lips brushed against my ear.
“Shh…” he whispered as his hand rubbed my stinging bottom. He stood upright again and smacked, this time harder. I curled my fingertips over the edge of his desk as he smacked again and again. I could not breathe and I pressed my lips together to keep from moaning. I was overwhelmed with embarrassment and pain. His hand rubbed gently over me where he had struck. His fingers dipped between my thighs and the pain gave way to pure wanting. As the stinging subsided, he hit again. As quickly as it began, it was over. I lay bent over his desk gasping for air.
“Get to class.” He breathed heavily but it took a moment before I could move. I lay there as he circled the desk and began putting back on his shirt. After a moment, I regained my composure and stood upright. He came back around and grabbed my books, holding them out to me. I took them, unable to look him in the eye and left the room as quickly as I could.
Chapter Eight
The rest of the day, I no longer thought about the crazy morning at the hospital. All I could think about was Mr. Honor. I did not know if I could ever go back into his classroom again and at the same time that is all I wanted to do.
I walked out to the curb in the front of the building and sat down as I waited for my Aunt to pick me up. The students came and went and soon the parking lot was all but empty. The teachers began to file out and I opened one of my texts books and read over the things I had missed. I spotted Mr. Honor walking with the office assistant and my cheeks burned with jealousy. They walked over to her car and talked for a few minutes before he kissed her on the cheek and she got in and left. I went back to my textbook and did not realize he had walked back towards me.
“No ride?” he asked.
“My Aunt is hit and miss when it comes to responsibility.” I replied, irritated that she did not let me drive myself.
“I never miss.” He replied and a shiver ran down my spine. His eyes burned into me and for a moment, all I could do was stare up at him helplessly. “Come on. I’ll take you home.” He said and turned to walk away. He did not give me the opportunity to protest. I jumped up from the curb and followed behind him. He opened the passenger side of a sleek little black sports car and took my books from my hands. I slid in and watched him walk to the driver’s side as I bit my lip. His car smelled just like him and I inhaled deeply, not able to get enough of his scent. He threw my books into the back seat and got in next to me. He looked angry and annoyed that he had to drive me and I suddenly felt self-conscious.
He pulled out quickly and if I was with anyone else I would have been scared, but I trusted him. As we reached the light just off school property, he leaned his body across mine, pausing to breathe in the scent of my hair. I sat frozen in place. He grabbed the seatbelt and pulled it across my body.
“Wouldn’t want you to get hurt.” He said with a smirk and stepped on the gas. I stared at him as he drove, in awe of his perfection. “What happened?” he asked, his eyes darting down to my pink bandage.
“Long story” I replied as I tugged at it nervously. I felt his eyes on me but I did not explain further.
“What happened?” he asked again, this time with irritation in his voice. I sighed heavily and thought about which details I should give him.
“I drank a little last night. I knocked down a picture and accidentally cut myself trying to clean up the mess.” I explained holding up my hand. “No big deal.” I explained with sarcasm. He whipped the car to the side of the road and before I could say anything, he had unbuckled his seatbelt and had turned facing me. His mouth was dangerously close to mine and I struggled to steady my breathing. His eyes were hard and full of anger.
“Do not talk to me like that. It pisses me off and you don’t want to see what I do when I am pissed off.” He barked angrily and I his tone was frightening. My breathing accelerated and I tried my best not to show my fear. He stared at me for a long moment before taking his hand and gently running the pad of his thumb against my cheek and down over my bottom lip, his breath warm against my face. His expression softened for a moment as his eyes danced from mine to my lips. “You don’t want this.” He whispered quietly, warning me. He had no idea how much I wanted him. Ever part of my body ached for him, for his touch.
“Yes I do.” I whispered back, the words barely audible. His hand slid around the side of my neck and back into my hair. His breathing became heavier and uncontrolled.
“You don’t have any idea what you are getting yourself into.” He replied. I could not take it anymore. I needed to feel him. I licked my lips and parted them, breathing in his warm air.
“Please” I breathed. His fingers wrapped tightly in my hair and he crushed his lips against mine. His tongue slid inside of my mouth and I pushed back with my own. I breathed a soft moan into his mouth and he kissed me harder, groaning into mine. Every inch of my body was on fire. I slid my hands over his hard, muscular chest and up his neck. His lips slid down my jaw and onto my throat. I moaned louder and arched my back, pressing myself harder against him. He stopped suddenly, his fingers still wrapped tightly in my hair.
“We can’t do this here.” He said, his breathe ragged.
“Where” I asked as I kissed him again. He captured my lower lip with his teeth and tugged gently, his eyes hooded and full of wanting.
“My place.” He responded pulling back from me and holding my head away from his with my hair. I wanted to kiss him again but it hurt to pull against him. “I have to explain some things before this goes further.” He said and I nodded, biting my lip. I had no idea what he was talking about, but he could have been reciting the ingredients in a stew and it would have sounded sexy. “You have no idea what that does to me.” His words shot pleasure to my most intimate places.
He turned back in his seat, leaving me gasping for breath as he pulled back onto the highway at full speed.
Chapter Nine
We pulled up in front of an old warehouse on the outskirts of town. He hit a button on his visor and a large bay door opened as we drove inside the building. It was dark, except for a few sporadic security lights that lined the huge cavernous room. He got out of the car and I unbuckled my seatbelt as he made his way to my side. He opened the door grabbed my arm as he pulled me from my seat. He closed the door behind me and pressed me back against it, his hand circled around my bottom and pulled me against him. I could feel how badly he wanted me, as he pressed into me harder. His lips hovered above mine as I breathed in his air. “You can say no at any time.” He warned as he hungrily licked his lips. I pushed my hips into him harder and he let out a ragged breath. “Do you understand?” he asked and I nodded my head. His free hand wrapped in my hair and tugged harshly as his lips brushed against my ear. “Do you understand?” he asked again.
“Yes.” I breathed into his ear.
“Yes what?” he asked demandingly.
“Yes, Sir” I replied and he moaned as his teeth caught my earlobe, tugging and sucking on it.
“Good girl.” He replied and his words made me melt. “Follow me.” He said and his body lifted off mine. He held my arm as he pulled me behind him over to an old stairwell at the far corner of the room. We made our way to the next floor of the old, seemingly abandoned building. He grabbed the keys from him pocket and unlocked the deadbolt, pushing the door wide open. I could not believe my eyes. The large room was separated into different living spaces, painted in dark rich browns. It was incredible. “Not what you expected?” he asked as his eyed my expression. I shook my head no, as he pulled me inside and closed the door behind us, locking it again. He let go off my arm and I trailed behind him as he walked to the far side of the room. He stopped at an island in the kitchen. He dug around in the cabinets and I waited awkwardly on the other side. He came up with a bottle of liquor and two small shot glasses.
“Oh, I can’t.” I said, waving him off. He poured shots into both the glasses and slid one closer to me.
“You will need this.” He smirked and slammed back his shot. I bit my lip but decided it was probably a good idea. I gulped back the shot and did my best not to make a face as it burned my throat. He refilled the glasses. “I have very particular taste.” He said as he drank his shot and I followed suit. I looked around the room, taking in the beautiful dark colors and abstract artwork that lined the walls.
“I like your taste.” I said shyly.
“That’s not what I meant.” He relied with a grin as he refilled the glasses. “I like to be in control.” He explained. “But I will never do anything you don’t want me to do.” He continued and the conversation was making me nervous. He walked around the island and placed his hand on my neck, sliding his fingers down over my chest, stopping just before reaching my breasts. I arched my body towards him and bit my lip with anticipation. His breathing was heavy and I could tell he was struggling with whether or not to go through with this. “I understand.” I replied.
“If you understood you wouldn’t keep biting your lip like that.” He replied, his voice low. He leaned in to kiss me, pushing his body against mine. I backed up against the island, the counter digging into my back. I ran my hands over his chest and fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. My fingers shook with nervousness. He captured my hands in his and held them. “Have you ever done this before?” he asked, his eyes searching mine.
“I don’t make it a habit of sleeping with teachers.” I replied tartly.
“That’s not what I meant.” He said, and I knew exactly what he was asking.
“No” I replied shyly, looking into his chest, afraid to make eye contact.
He pushed back from me, his expression shone of horror. Feeling embarrassed, I crossed my arms over my chest.
“Look at me.” He demanded but I could not bring myself to do it. “Look at me.” He growled as he took his fingers and tipped my chin up. His eyes searched mine for a moment and he looked just as upset as I was. “I can’t do this.” He said quietly and ran his fingers through his dark hair. He turned his back to me and I wished I could disappear. The alcohol was warming my body and I suddenly felt overwhelmed with emotion. I felt the tears welling up in my eyes. I knew I could not keep them from falling so I headed towards the door.