Page 23 of De Vil

"How could you be so irresponsible, Tia?"

"Princess," she says right before her stomach lets loose once again.

"Alright, alright.Princess. Now answer the question." I am speeding and should slow down, but I don't.

We should be at her house, but instead, we are at mine. I don't know why, but I don't feel like I can trust her at her apartment. What-if she gets on her computer without that mask she so dearly loves to wear? That would end up being disastrous.

"Where are we?" she slurs as she steps out of the vehicle and falls to the ground.

Fuck. "We are at my home. Now, do you think you can walk on your own?"

"No." She tries miserably to stand up and fails.

So be it, I think to myself. I pick her up in my arms and carry her through the door like we were just married. A settling feeling sweeps through me, making me happy to have her here. Where she belongs.

"Alright, the game plan is simple, Tia. We are going to get you cleaned up. You will sleep in the guest bedroom, and in the morning, I'll drive you back to your place."

"The dorm," she whispers into my neck.

"Why would you need to go to the dorms?" I walk us through the house and try not to knock her head or feet on any of the walls or tables. I've never carried anyone like this, and after I am done tonight, I won't do it again.Unless Tia wants me to.The voice in my head mocks me.

"My keys, identification card, and gym bag are in Jazz's room."

Oh for God's sake. "Alright. The dorms it is. But for now, let's get you cleaned up."

"Are you going to wash me, Mommy?"

Yes.My desire screams to say. I have to build a boundary right now. That is what's best for my little girl. If I don't, I'd end up taking advantage of her wasted state and that's not who I am. Even if I'm a perverted stalker who has made her student come, I'm above some things.

Or at least that's what I tell myself as I help her undress. "No. You are going to wash yourself. I'm going to get you a towel, a tank top, and some shorts to sleep in. But I'll tuck you into bed."

Tia turns those drunk eyes at me and smiles. "You're the best, Mommy."

My heart can't take much more of this. It's killing me to know she needs someone with her, to guide her, and help make her life easier.Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me!I repeat the mantra all the way to the linen closet. All the way back to the bathroom and all the way to my bedroom to get her clothes.

Unreal. It's absolutely unreal how much I want this girl. I can't do it. If I do, it could be seen as non-consensual rape due to a drug. I can't do it.You want to. You want to tie her ass to the bed, put on a strap-on, and fuck her so hard she screams your name.

I bang my head against the wall right outside of the bathroom. One, you are better than this Laura. Two, she needs someone to be her hero tonight, not her lover. Three, you can still tie her up so she doesn't go anywhere.

Counting and talking things out grounds me in my decision. I walk into the bathroom and lay the towel and clothing down. "Tia, are you almost done?"

A sniffle meets my ears and I cringe. I pull back the curtain to find her on her butt, knees to her chest, and she's crying. "The room won't stop spinning. Why won't it stop? Why am I so hot? Mommy?"

Damn it. The ecstasy has finally hit her. "Shh, little one. I got you, baby girl. I got you." I don't care if I get wet. I get into the tub and hold her while she has her first wave of a very long night.

Coach holds me and I curl into her. It was supposed to be her holding me in front but I crawl into her lap and wrap my legs around her. I feel safer like this. Trembling, I cry as the weird emotions hit me. I don't know what's going on, but I hope that everything calms down. Things are spinning and I feel out of control.

"Mommy," I whisper and wrap my arms around her neck.

"Shh, little princess. You are having a reaction to the drugs in the drink. Just relax sweet girl. Relax." She rubs my back, and I calm down a little.

"Please don't stop touching me. I don't do drugs. What do you mean drugs?"

My voice sounds panicked but I feel like I'm watching myself from outside of my body. Why? "It's alright Tia. Please calm down, baby." Her hands move down my back, up and down. "It's going to be alright. You took a drink tonight for Jazz, and those bastards laced it with ecstasy. I'm glad to hear you've never done drugs before. I'd hate to have to punish you."

"You already are going to punish me, Mommy. You promised it earlier today."

She chuckles and takes my head in her hands. "I know, but not right now. You are not in the right frame of mind, baby girl."

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