Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
“I’ll see you at Thornbull,” I say with a small grin, kissing him softly.
“After all, bad girls like me just seem to find themselves in the Headmaster’s office time all the time…”
11
Tempest
His.
I’m still floating as I go through the motions at school that day. After he left me earlier that morning, I almost didn’t want to shower — ever — for fear of washing the scent of him and the feel of him from my skin. I wanted to smell like him, and feel the traces of him between my legs forever. I almost decided right then to forgo bathing forever, but eventually, I gave in.
I walked to school, my head in the clouds and my heart hammering in my throat as I replayed the memories of the night before, not to mention this morning.
No longer a virgin.
I’ve lost my virginity, and in the most incredible way I could have imagined. Not fumbling and awkward to some young, loser of a guy who just wanted one thing and didn’t even know how to properly do it. I lost it to the most incredible, loving, protective, perfect man I could have ever imagined. A man who knew exactly what he was doing and exactly how to give me the most perfect experience.
I don’t care that he’s twice my age or that he’s my Headmaster, or that what we have would be looked at disapprovingly by most people. I don’t care that there’s a darkness he holds behind his eyes — probably from his time in the Marines before he went into teaching. In fact, all I want to do is be the light for him that chases that darkness away.
In the halls at Thornbull, I walk like I’m in a dream, heedless of everyone around me. I can still feel the soreness between my legs from him, but it’s a sweet, delicious soreness that I only want more of. I want more of it, and I want more of him. I want him everywhere — craving him like a drug that I’d do anything for. I want his hands all over me, claiming me. I want his tongue on my skin, and mine on his. I want to wrap my lips around his beautiful cock and swallow every drop of his sweet cum down my throat. I want him between my legs, fucking me like he owns me until he fills me with his seed. I even want him to claim the naughtiest part of me. I want to feel him bend me over and slide his cook deep in my ass, until I’m screaming for more.
It feels so good to be so bad for him, and I can’t wait for more. I’m meeting him after classes are over for the day, and I have every intention of dragging him back to my house again and worshiping every inch of him until neither of us can move.
My head is so lost in the clouds, actually, that I don’t realize the classroom I’ve just walked into his empty and dark until the door closes behind me. It’s then that I blink my way out of my daydreams, and stop short.
The classroom isn’t totally empty.
“Well, well, well,” Professor Hershman chuckles from behind his desk. “I take it you didn’t receive the text I sent out about class being canceled for the day?”
I freeze, the blood in my veins chilling as he stands and grins evilly at me.
“Oh, that’s right, I may have actually texted the whole class but you.”
I’m frozen as he steps from behind his desk and moves towards me.
“I wanted us to have some time alone together, Tempest,” he says with a sickly smile on his face. “You know, just the two of us.”
His hand reaches out, but I snap out of my frozen state and bat it away.
“Don’t you touch me,” I hiss.
Hershman just chuckles.
“Oh please, don’t pull that with me. We’re both well aware of your, ah, reputation in this school, you little cock-tease.”
My jaw drops, and I’m about to whirl for the door, but Hershman is faster. He darts past me to the door, whirling to stand in front of it, blocking me.
“I’m growing tired of our little teasing games, Tempest.”
I shake my head, trying to force myself not to shiver in fear as I glare at him.
“There are no games here, you asshole.”
Hershman just chuckles. He reaches for me, but I back away. His eyes narrow, and he moves forward, reaching for me again, when I bring out the only weapon I have.
“I know about Amy.”
The smile drops from his face.
“What did you just say to me?”
“Amy Sanders,” I hiss, my blood roaring in my veins. “I know what you did to her, you son of a bitch. I know what you did, I swear I’m going to tell every—”