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“Please,” I rasp.
His face hardens. “Are you sorry for trying to trick me?”
I nod before I even start talking. “Yes. I’m sorry.” I’m still panting and using words is difficult right now.
“Did we drop the ‘Sir’, then?”
“I’m sorry, Sir,” I push past my trembling lips. I’m cold and my body is aching, my muscles spasming.
He leans forward and grabs my chin, tilting my head up, my neck straining.
“You don’t want to go against me, baby. I am not a kind man. I take pleasure in torturing people, especially little sluts who enjoy it. Stay in your place and be good. It should keep you out of trouble with me. Got it?”
“Y-yes,” I whisper.
He straightens up and rearranges the jacket of his suit. “Good girl. You’ll get an F for cheating on your homework.”
My heart drops. I initiated all this to save my ass from this place and in return it gets worse.
That’s not even the worst.
I feel empty because of the way his voice changes as he goes back to his role as my teacher. No more warmth and lust in it. No more of that rasp that showed he could barely restrain himself.
It’s cold, calculated, and lacking so many emotions I wonder if he ever had any.
He unties me and helps me get dressed. I’m trembling from the shock of everything, and can’t seem to be able to do anything myself. His coldness contrasts with his gesture when he grabs my waist, sits me on his desks and squats in front of me. Taking his time, he slides back the laces he had taken from my shoe and knots it for me.
“What’s your next class?” He asks as he stands up again. He grabs a notebook of hall passes every teacher keeps in their desks.
“Latin,” I rasp.
He scribbles on a slip.
“This should keep you out of trouble.”
I look down at it when he passes it to me.
Sister Helen,
I apologize for Haley Stewart’s lateness. She was with me, discussing her lack of obedience in my class.
Thankfully, I believe I’ve now convinced her to act like the good girl I know she can be.
Respectfully,
Mr. Hayes.
I look up at him, feeling my skin warm and my cheeks flush.
“You’re a bastard,” I whisper, tears brimming my eyes.
“I know,” he smiles proudly. “And it’s not even my worst flaw. Off you go, now.”
I turn around, fuming and humiliated. He stops me with a low voice just as I open the door.
“And Miss Stewart.” I stop but I don’t turn around. I can’t even look into his eyes. “Please, use your common sense and know that should this come out, I won’t be the one in trouble. You will.”
Of course. The bad men never get in trouble for playing with me. Only I do.
