I just need a nap and a long shower to wash away all the doubt. Unlocking our door, I step inside. There’s a shift in the air, along with a familiar scent. I search the room, and my eyes land on the man taking up space in Hazel’s desk chair. He looks almost regal, sitting with one leg draped over the other, stealing my breath in his business attire.
“Mr. Winters,” I gasp, surprised to see him here. My mouth is suddenly dry. I’m frozen in place, taking in the two open buttons of his dress shirt that exposes his chest. “Hazel…she’s um…in class.”
Why are you here? Why haven’t you called me?
“I know where my daughter is. She left me the key at the front desk to wait here for her. Told me to check on you since you weren’t feeling well.” He leisurely stands, taking two slow steps toward me. “Are you not feeling well, Violet?” I’m battling to find an answer to his question. His presence is too overwhelming.
“I’m feeling fine.”
“Good.” He eliminates the space between us, leaving me no choice but to back halfway into my closet. “We have rules. You have rules,” he says, dipping low so his breath skates along my neck.
His presence is overpowering, dominating, creating a swirling of butterflies in my belly. “I didn’t answer. He called, but I didn’t answer,” I spit out nervously, a tremor of heat blasting up and down my spine.
“Is that why you’re sick, naughty girl?” His hand grips my yoga pants, and he tugs them down.
“Yes.” My voice is hoarse as I respond.
He pushes my panties aside, thrusting one glorious finger inside me, finding me wet and pulsating. “I don’t share, Violet.” Another joins in. “I. Do. Not. Share.” Each finger he enters is a warning. He doesn’t stop, each thrust rougher and quicker, until I’m grabbing onto his shoulders as my orgasm courses through me. My face falls into his chest, and he allows me a minute to gather my breath.
The moment doesn’t last long before he pushes away from me. His hand raises, coercing my lips open. His fingers, coated in my orgasm, shove into my mouth, and I gag at how deep he goes. “Suck.” I do. “Taste what I get to taste.” I wrap my tongue around his fingers, a new round of arousal igniting in my core. “This sweet cunt is mine.” He works them in and out, seductively fucking my mouth. “Sweet, isn’t it?” In and out. My legs begin to quiver, and I grip his shirt in my fist. “And now you know why I don’t share.” I’m on the verge of another orgasm when he removes his fingers from my mouth.
I’m suddenly being spun around, my hands reaching forward to grab the edge of Hazel’s desk. His mouth is inches from my ear, his breath sending heat to every part of my body. “I thought we had an understanding, Violet.”
“We did. We do. I swear, I didn’t call. I don’t want him. I want you.” His steady breathing has me on fire. He’s completely calm, but I’m on the verge of exploding again.
He cups my sex. “What are you going to do to show me it’s been my cock on your mind and not his?”
“I’ll do anything. It’s only your cock I want.” A ripple of pleasure shoots to my core as he tears my yoga pants further down my legs. He releases his cock from his slacks and buries it deep inside me. There’s no gentleness in this, just pure, raw sex. He’s trying to make a point. And his message is clear. His cock is so deep, I moan loudly, and his hand reaches around, shoving his fingers back in my mouth to quiet me.
“Was this just a game for you, naughty girl? See if you could taunt the bad man? Get a taste of the untouchable?”
“No,” I answer on a rasp. “I’ve always wanted you. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since—”
“Since the day I walked into this very room, and you gifted me the sight of these beautiful breasts? My breasts.” His hand works its way up, taking my nipple between his fingers and pinching to the brink of pain. “You gave me something that day, and now it’s mine to own.”
“What’s that?” I ask between pants.
“Your essence.” He plunges into me like a bull, fucking me into oblivion. My screams are muffled as he grabs Hazel’s scarf off the desk and shoves it into my mouth. My walls squeeze tight around him as my orgasm detonates, white stars shooting behind my eyelids.
“Oh God,” I cry out my release as he pumps into me without remorse, letting his own orgasm take flight. Warmth shoots inside me as he fills me, claims me. He pulls out, leaving me empty, wetness dripping down my legs. He dips his hand between my thighs, soaking his fingers with his cum. Reaching around, he tugs down my tank top and smears himself over my chest. I follow his fingers as he draws the shape of an H over my breastbone.
A few short moments pass before he breaks the silence. “Missed this, naughty girl.” He brushes his lips over my shoulder blade, then to the center of my back.
“I thought you were mad at me,” I confess, the worry that consumed me all week returning.
“I was. Why I needed to see for myself how you were behaving.”
“I thought you came to see Hazel?”
“Amongst other things.” Fisting my hair, he pulls my head back and kisses me, catching me off guard, and I melt into him. This affectionate side is new for me. He takes my mouth, showing me exactly who owns me, and I become lost—in his touch, his scent, the lingering taste of my own arousal he forced in my mouth. Breaking contact, he steps back, tucking himself into his slacks.
I adjust my clothes, then shamefully use Hazel’s scarf to clean myself up. When I go to wipe off my chest, Heath seizes my wrist. “No. That stays. So you know—so anyone who comes near you knows.”
I blush at the mere thought of his cum stained on my chest. His mark. His claim. I nod, struggling to keep eye contact and pull away, looking around the room until I regain my composure. “So…what happens now?” There’s so much that needs to be established. Does this make us a couple? How do we tell Hazel? How will she take it?
Casually rolling up his shirt sleeves, he says, “With what?”
“About Hazel. We should tell her.”
There’s a shift in the air. “You will do no such thing.” Walking up to me, he clutches my chin. “You belong to me—even this tongue. For right now, it stays quiet.”
“But what if she—?”
“For now, she can’t know. Let me handle my daughter.”
As if on cue, the door handle turns, and Hazel walks into the room. Heath walks over to greet his daughter, kissing the top of her head. “Hey, Daddy! Glad you made it!” She hugs him, then pins me with a concerned smile. “How you feelin’?”
My hands become fidgety. Hazel stares at me, waiting for an answer, but all I can do is think about the neon H stamped on my chest. “Um…yeah, it was just a headache. I feel better now. How was class? I’ll just copy your notes, cool?”
“Yeah, sure. So, Dad, what do you feel like doing?”
Heath brushes a piece of hair away from his daughter’s cheek. “Why don’t I take you girls out to dinner? My treat.”
And like there isn’t a huge elephant crammed in the room, we head out to dinner.