Page 14 of No, For An Answer
“I said don’t fucking come.” Pulling out of me he grabs the nape of my neck, facing me against the chair. Lifting the latch on the underside of the chair he raises it to its full height and pushes it against the table. “Kneel on it and poke your arse out.” I comply with his command. “Keep your fucking mouth shut.” As he instantly slams inside of me again and my cry is muffled by his palm cupping my mouth.
Each word he breathes to me, is punctuated with a heavy groan. His body covering me from behind, he spanks me. The tingle of each slap against my ass releases a painful kind of pleasure that I never expected to enjoy. My eyes roll to the back of my head.
“Fuuuck!” I gripe. The aggression becoming more and more harsh as he pounds into me. I try my hardest to move a little further away from him but it’s no use.
He holds me there and rains down the most deliciously painful assault that I’ve ever experienced in my life. I need to separate this feeling and remember that I’m here for a reason that doesn’t involve this. I need to focus on that and make sure this doesn’t turn into something it doesn’t need to be. He pulls out of me, causing me to wince at the loss of him inside me. Nathan grabs my forearm and drags me roughly to the floor. Placing me on my knees as he looks down at me with a disgusting grin on his face.
“Open your whore mouth,” he demands, slapping me clean across the face, the sting ringing within my ears, and I can’t help the grin that forms. I open my mouth as wide as it will go.
“Be a good girl and poke out your tongue for me.” Almost dislocating my jaw in the process. I widen it as far as it willgo and seductively flatten my tongue as I press it out. He fists the top of my hair, fucking his fist a few times before an animalistic groan leaves his mouth and warm cum coats my tongue. Crouching down, he grips the nape of my neck, closing my mouth for me.
“Fucking swallow it.” Yanking my hair at the back so my neck, my throat bobs as I swallow every bit of his seed. The warm, thick liquid flowing down the back of my throat in quick succession. I open my mouth and poke my tongue out for a second time, just to prove to him that I did what he asked.
“That’s my girl.” Pushing me away from him, he stands up tucking himself back into his black trousers while I readjust my clothes and thong. Pulling the compact mirror from my purse and checking my face and hair.
Jesus, I look freshly fucked.
“You’ll see me after class, Ashley,” he whispers as the first students begin to enter the class. Far too busy to look up from their mundane conversations.
“Yes, Sir.” The moment the words leave my lips he immediately looks at me with what seems to be pride. Too bad he doesn’t hear the thoughts running though my head right now.
I saw him after class, and he made me come so hard I nearly blacked out. Considering I didn’t come before the students came into class, he made sure that this time was all about me and I must say, I came three times. Who’d have thought I’d be down for a little degradation and orgasm denial. I have things I need to do while I’m here, I can’t afford to get distracted, and he is just that.
It didn’t take very long for him to have me squirting all over his desk. However, it’s precisely why I’m bounding through the schoolyard to make it to Mia’s cheerleading session and also where I will try out for the team. I don’t want to, but it’s the only way I’m going to get to where I need to be. To seem normal to the others. This really isn’t my fucking scene.
At all. She asked me to try out for the team after I showed her a few of my gymnastic competitions where I won first place. Mia thought it would be a great idea for me to join, to get me socialising more. I don’t need to fucking socialise. I hate people at the best of times, and I really don’t care for much anymore. Yet, here I am, running across the field like a woman possessed. I’ve had no time to shower or change. I’m just running across the courtyard to the football field with his cum fucking dribbling down my leg and the thought alone causes me to burst out laughing.
This was not on my bingo card for 2023.
Considering he just broke all the rules possible as a teacher, I don’t care, it’s still not enough. He’s professionally fucked up my pussy though that’s for sure. I run through the chain fence, ramming it with my shoulder as I pass.
“I’m here!” I shout, waving my hand as I make my way over to Mia and the group of girls that she’s standing with that all resemble the flock of seagulls from Finding Nemo. They turn to face me simultaneously as they say ‘Mine.’Ok, well they don’t exactly say that, but they might as well have. I’m fucking sweating in this heat. Mia screams as she runs over to me, pulling me into a tight hug, then jumping back in humorous disgust.
“Eww, sweaty.”
“I know. I’m so sorry I’m late.” I drop my backpack by the bleachers, dragging the cycle shorts from the zip and pulling them on. “I had to run some errands before I came here.”
Lie.
Crouching down, I take a seat and rest my feet on the bench in front of me. “I was kept late after class with Professor Danvers. He needed specific pages scanned over to students for class tomorrow.”
Another lie.
“It’s fine you can-”
“It’s not fine.” I look up and into the eyes of a redhead as she glares down at me. Her lip curled up as though I’m a piece of shit on her perfectly white Stellarlyte Kaepa’s. “I expect you to be on time to my try-outs.” She looks me up and down. Oh, I see. This is the bitch I’m going to be having constant issues with.
“We were late starting because you were late, and we then proceeded to wait around for you to finally show up. Lateness won’t be tolerated here.” She narrows her eyes at me and sniggers.
“Of course, I’m sorry,” Mia nods. God, this girl is sickeningly sweet for her own good.
But it’s not my place to step in.
“If you’re going to look like that every time you show up for practice, don’t bother coming.”
I’m sorry. Is this bitch serious.
“Excuse me?” I stand up, tightly grasping the spandex shorts.
