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“I haven’t.” I nod. Good, I want to be his first and last student. I walk over to his desk, grabbing the metal pen from his grasp. Taking the pen, I quickly addNo more detentionat the bottom. I’m about to sign my name when he snatches the pen from my grasp, marking through my one rule. I bite back a smile when I look over my shoulder at him. He licks his lip, a smile breaking out. “That’s strike one, Callum.” He hands the pen back to me and I sign my name. “Do you have that journal on you?” His voice is low, causing my brain to go a little foggy as I look down and see his beautiful, sculpted face.
“Always.”
“Read. On my lap. Now.” His words are like whips, so I quickly grab my journal out of my bag, walking to stand in front of him. He grabs me by the waist, pulling me over his spread legs until I’m straddling him and my knees hit the back of his leather chair. My skirt rising as I do.
I clear my throat, picking a short one this time since I’m so close to him. My nerves are shot, and I shake in his lap. His hand comes up, fingers lightly rubbing my bow. “He—I mean, Lincoln—pushes me over his desk, pushing my dress up to my waist. His thick length ripping through me because I’ve never done this before.”
“You haven’t?” he asks, hand trailing to my neck, curling around it gently. A small moan falls from my lips as I wiggle my aching pussy over his hard length.
I shake my head. “No. Never. So, it hurts, and I squirm, but I don’t want him to stop because I want him to take it. Savagely, if that’s what he desires.”
“You do?”
I nod, swallowing. I close the journal.My eyes fall closed as his thumb strokes the column of my throat. “It’s time for you to go home now, Doll Face. Before I do something reckless like rip your innocence away right here on top of your NDA.”
I nod, slowly letting my droopy-with-lust eyes fall open. I climb off his lap, gathering my things. I walk to the door, my hand gripping the cold metal. “Callum,” he calls.
“Yes?” I ask without turning around.
“Your Uber will be here in two minutes. I want you here next Friday at five o’clock.”
I nod, twisting the door open and shutting it quietly.
As I lay in bed that night, I wonder if I dreamed the whole thing, but I feel the phantom grip on my neck, the way his body melted into mine, and I know this is one fantasy I didn’t write.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Journal entry: I want to suppress the darkness of my nature, but it feels too good to let it free.
I didn’t sleepthis weekend. Not with the thoughts of what’s to come. My mind ran rapid with fantasies of my teacher, it became too much to bear. I sunk my fingers inside myself late at night.I moaned and rolled under my silk covers, my sweaty body sticking to the sheets. My orgasm made my body jerk and my release drenched my legs. A sweet, delicious release. Because it belongs to him. And I wondered if my body will always only come for him. I wasn’t naïve enough to think whatever madness had taken over Mr. Boyd would last forever, so it’s a valid and worrisome thought.
Macy bumps my shoulder with hers, knocking my focus back to the present, back to the loud hallways filled with kids who can’t use an inside voice. “You’ve been so out of it lately. What’s up?” she asks. “Oh, shit. Is this about the journal? Have you still not found it?”
“Oh no, I found it. Did I not tell you?” I look over, taking in her wild sense in fashion.
There is no one else who could pull it off besides Macy. Her silk wide-leg pants are a royal green, a matching silk button-up shirt left open at the top and bottom, only two buttons done up in the middle. She has a tight white cut-off shirt underneath it. A gold choker to match the gold hoops going through her two braids. And, of course, her snakeskin boots. She loves her boots. “No. You didn’t. Where was it?”
“My room, under the bed.” I roll my eyes teasingly to cover up the lie that just fell so easily from my lips.
“Babe!” I groan at Jake’s voice, looking over to Macy with pleading eyes.
“Nu-uh, girl. You have to face him.” She looks down the hallway, a smile breaking over her purple lips.
I follow her direction. “What has you smiling like someone just tossed you a new pair of boots?”
“Tommy Patel.” She sighs. “He gives me BTS vibes with his style and the one long earring thing. And, man, I want to lick his skin. It looks so… yummy.”
I push my lips together to keep from laughing. “Lick his skin?”
“Yeah,” she breathes. She starts humming “Dynamite” by BTS as she makes her way over to Tommy. Hips swaying a little too much, but it’s Macy, so she can get away with it.
A hand grabs mine, fingers locking tightly around mine. I turn slightly, meeting Jake’s chocolate eyes. “Babe.” I jerk my hand away, quickening my pace to government class. I almost make it to the door to walk in when Jake pulls me to the wall across the hallway. “Just stop for a minute,” he whispers, cupping my cheek.
“I honestly have nothing to say to you, Jake. I think—”
“Don’t do that. Don’t break up with me,” he pleads, thumb rubbing my cheek.
“Why shouldn’t I?” My voice breaks a little. Jake is a good guy. The best guy. I’ve known him my whole life. Growing up he was obnoxious, a real douchebag, until about three months ago when he made his move. Caging me against my pool house, he confessed his feeling, laying a very sweet kiss to my lips. I couldn’t resist him. His sandy brown hair that flips at the edges, the sweet puppy dog eyes.
