A full body heave tried to take control, but I shoved it back, breaking out in goosebumps. “Your current teaching is fine.”
“But you just said you were bored.” She moved toward me, hips swaying too much, lips glistening from her tongue. “Perhaps we can discuss extra lessons. Make sure you aren’t held back for the third time.”
Her threat was obvious.
Her hint was disgusting.
I backed up, knocking into a shelf holding markers and glue sticks. They tumbled to the floor, clattering loudly.
“Jumpy little thing,” she whispered, placing her hand on my chest.
Sickness oozed from her touch. Horror layered my heart, making it beat thick and wrong.
Swiping at her hand, I sucked in a breath, looking into the empty classroom. No sounds of students in the corridor. No laughter of teachers leaving for the weekend.
We were alone.
Utterly, totally alone.
There’d been many times in my life when I’d been trapped. Trapped by fists. By walls. By rules. By blood. But this was the first time I’d been trapped by love.
Ms Tallup wanted me.
She wanted me enough to destroy Olin in the process.
If I was selfish, I would step aside and not get involved. I would keep Olin for myself, all while knowing it was because of me that her education and future suffered.
But when it came to the girl I loved, I couldn’t stand by. I would commit murder for her. I would do whatever it took to protect her.
“You’re thinking about her.” Ms Tallup touched me again, her fingers tracing my chest.
Steeling myself against her touch, I looked down into her older face. She was the adult here, and I was the kid, yet my body dwarfed hers. My strength could kill her. My physical power so much more than her emotional one.
But Olin...fuck, she was my greatest weakness, and I didn’t have a choice. I had to make Tallup believe. Had to make this god-awful child molester buy the story that I was just a guy fucking his way through the girls in his grade.
Girls who meant nothing.
Holding my head high, I hissed, “Like I said, I’m bored of Olin. I’m bored of all the girls in this fucking school. I’m focused on graduating, and that’s all. If you’ve got a problem with me, take it out on me. No one else.” I bowed until our noses almost touched. “Unless you’re too afraid.”
The threat dangled between us.
I didn’t worry she’d expel me. I didn’t fear she’d hold me back yet again.
I knew in the depths of my being, I was a challenge to her. A conquest she had to have. She wouldn’t send me away because where was the fun in that?
For the longest second, she stared at me, assessing my truth and weighing all scenarios. Finally, she ran a hand over my pec and laughed softly. “You know...your first mistake was thinking I’d believe you didn’t love her.” She pinched my nipple, making me jump. “Your second mistake is thinking you can threaten me when I hold your life in my hands.” Reaching up, she captured my stubble covered chin with her sharp fingers, holding me firm. “And your third mistake was stepping into this supply room with me.” Her lips spread over sharp teeth.
I ripped my face from her hold and shoved her backward. “Get off me.”
“Want to know why you just made the biggest mistake of your life, Gilbert Clark?”
I shuddered, unable to stop my fear showing. “Fuck off. Just leave Olin alone and I won’t hurt you.”
“Hurt me?” She cackled. “You can’t hurt me.”
My hands curled into fists. “I could hurt you right now.”
“Physically, yes.” She nodded sombrely all while her fingers went to her breasts and kneaded them through her thin baby blue blouse. “But then you’d be arrested. I’ll say you’ve always been violent, and I fear for society’s safety. You’ll be lost in the system. A criminal with a record for the rest of his godforsaken life.” She licked her lips as she pinched her own nipples, a flush warming her cheeks. “Does that sound like the career path you had planned?”
I couldn’t speak as rage choked me.
She nodded as if this was a normal lesson. Her hands left her breasts, trailing to her hips. She stood with her strict educator pose and delivered the worst teaching of my life. “No one will ever believe that you didn’t touch me, fuck me, do unwanted things to me. Want to know why?”
Again, my silence vibrated with hate.
She chuckled. “Because you’re a nobody. You come from an alcoholic father who has whores in his house. You’re beaten, so you have the motive to be violent. You live in a sex environment, so you’re more likely to fuck around. And you’ve had no boundaries, so you’re an understandable statistic when it comes to thievery, murder...rape.” She shook her head sadly. “All because you don’t know right from wrong.”
I grunted, doing my best to untangle my voice from fury.
But she crept toward me, locking me against the shelving as she pressed her body flush to mine. Every inch of me was repulsed. I shut down. No hint of interest to the warm breasts wedged against me. No shiver at the invitation of blatant sex.
I wanted nothing to do with this.
Nothing.
“Get. The. Fuck. Off. Me.” My voice wasn’t human.
She smiled, pushing away all while her hand shot down my front and squeezed my flaccid cock.
I jerked, bile scalding my throat.
Before I could snatch her hand from my body, she fisted me hard, making me wince and eyes water. “How about we make a deal, Gilbert Clark?”
I choked as she squeezed again, sending confused shockwaves down my legs.
“Are you a virgin?”
Blinking, I did my best to focus on her and not the pain she delivered. My jaw worked as I growled. “Get your fucking hands off me.”
“Not yet. Not until you answer a few questions.” She twisted my cock, dipping down and grabbing my balls in the same hand.
“Holy—” I bent over, trying to shove her away, but it only added more agony as she pulled and didn’t let go.
“Are you a virgin? Yes or no?” She pinched my balls vindictively. Fireballs of pain made my gut roil. Sweat broke out on my forehead.
“Yes or no.” She squeezed again. “I can keep hurting you, or you can answer my question and I’ll let you go.”
Dark spots danced in my eyes as she drove her hand upward, squishing my balls, making me gasp with nausea. “Yes!” I gasped. “Fuck, yes. Okay.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I’m a virgin.”
“So you didn’t sleep with sweet little Olin?” Her lips sneered. “Not once?”
My head shook wildly, my hands grasping her wrist, desperate to free myself from the vise-like torture of her hold. “No. We...never. We’re waiting—”
Her torment vanished.
She let me go.
“Good boy.” Shaking out her hand, she smiled.
My cock and balls were mine again—on fire and throbbing, but mine. Cupping them, I shook back the light-headedness and fought the urge to drop to the floor.
Ms Tallup stepped back, giving me some breathing room while she rubbed one hand over the front of her skirt, right over her pussy. Her grey eyes blackened with lust. The entire storeroom fogged with it. Hurting me had turned her on.