Page 16 of Before He Was Her Headmaster

I desperately put my hand to her mouth, stopping her from saying anything else. But that’s a mistake because her lips are endlessly soft, plump pink reminders of what I cannot have because of who I am.

Who she is.

“We can’t do this,” she breathes. A reminder to me. A goad to make me do something, anyway.

“We’re not doing anything.” I brush my fingers to the side of her mouth, that sweet disappearing corner of her smile that’s almost a dimple.

She parts her lips, and my middle finger slips into her mouth.

Hot, wet, sweet.

“What time do you go to bed?” I rasp.

“Eleven.” She forms the word slowly around my invading finger, then smiles. My finger slides out of her mouth, shiny and wet. Her mouth looks like it needs a cock in it next. “Why? Are you going to be in bed at the same time? Maybe thinking about last night?”

“No.” I press my thumb against the other side of her jaw and squeeze, then release her and step all the way back. “That would be a mistake. But I hope you have sweet dreams tonight, Lily.”

Sweet, impossible dreams.

* * *

At ten thirty, I tell myself I’m going out for a run. Hard, punishing exercise is what I need to do.Turn myself into the authorities is what I actually need to do.

I’m playing with fire, though, and it turns out I like it.

Lily’s hot gaze as I touched her mouth… Fuck, that is enough right there. That’s all I need.

So, of course, I’m lurking in the forest at ten to eleven. Not running. Not punishing myself. I’m watching her instead and not feeling bad about it at-fucking-all. Her light is on, and her curtains only half-closed, so I can see her working at her desk. She’s changed out of her uniform. I can’t tell from this distance, but it looks like she’s wearing a T-shirt, and when she stands up, I see bare legs.

Getting ready for bed in a T-shirt and panties.

Ready for Daddy to tuck her in.

Daddy.

I’d give her a goodnight kiss. On her mouth, and when she sighs, on her neck. Her tits. Over the shirt, just to see if she likes it. When she sighs again and arches her back, I’d push her shirt up. Just enough to kiss her sweet belly. Push it up a little higher, find her breasts, just the underside of them, and kiss her there.

More sighs.

Restless legs.

Sweet girl wants more kisses from Daddy, but she’ll have to ask me for them.

In the shadows of the forest, I palm my dick, then squeeze it roughly. I will not jerk off here, staring at the dorms.

Oh, the fucking lies I tell myself.

Lily is a dirty, beautifully filthy woman.

I watch as she moves around her room, then comes to the window and closes the drapes.

There’s a momentary pause, then her body moves away. The light turns out. I imagine her burrowing under the covers and sliding her hand into her panties.

Eager, hot panting. Her clit is hard and aching to be touched. Legs falling open, stroking herself as she thinks about how I licked her there.

I would do it again. Swallow every drop of her pleasure, then kiss her on the forehead as she drifted off.

Good girl. Go to sleep.

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