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Jaxon

“Chokehold” by Sleep Token

It was so fucking hard being in the same classroom with her and having to act as if I am just her fucking professor.

I wanted to end class early just so I could talk to her, but I fucking can’t do that.

It is not against the rules to fuck students, but it is looked down upon, and I know that she has been having a hard enough time with the other students. I don't want to bring her any more unwanted attention.

I want her to want to be with me, not make it harder on her.

Kids can be cruel, and it seems like she has already caught the attention of Chad and his friends, I have been watching him, and he has been keeping his eyes on her. As far as I know, they haven’t met up again for any tutoring sessions, and if I have anything to say about it, they fucking won’t be meeting up again.

But for this to work, I need to bring her to my house and show her something. She has to know my secret and be willing to sign the contract.

I have already broken enough rules. The contract and her knowing about the black room are two rules I can’t fucking break, no matter how badly I want to.

I haven’t known her that long, but I knew something was special about her after that first run-in, and since then, I have belonged to her, and now I want her to belong to me, and this is the only way I know how to fucking do it. I don't care if people think we are moving too fast. My world has no fucking rules and doesn’t care if something is Taboo.

I just hope that she doesn’t care as well.

She gave me another one of her firsts last night. I stayed in her room until 5 a.m., just watching her sleep. She let me clean up her arm and wrap it. I wanted to do more, but she didn’t have the things needed to take care of her the way I wanted to. That is going to change after tonight, or at least I am hoping it changes.

This all comes down to her making a choice. I have chosen her, and now she needs to choose me as well, officially.

I pull in front of the library and remove my helmet.

Lil is walking down the steps. She looks up and smiles, making her way down the rest of the stairs and across the street.

She stops to the side of me, eyeing my bike.

“Darlin, I have something I want to talk to you about,” I say to her.

“Okay,” she says, smiling at me.

“Do you trust me?” I ask, loving to hear her answer. That is never going to get old.

She smiles and nods. “Yes, Jax, I trust you.”

I reach out the helmet, and she takes a deep breath and takes it from me.

I watch her closely as she puts on the helmet and swings her legs over, snuggling behind me.

“Wrap your arms around my waist,” I say calmly.

She does as I ask without question.

I rest my hand on her leg for a moment.

“Hold on tight.”

I take off down the road, and the rain is softly coming down; I rest my hand on her leg; the need to protect her from anyone and anything is becoming fucking overwhelming. Wanting to protect her, needing to protect her, comes so fucking easy.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” She yells from behind me, tightening her grip on me.

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