Hannah's POV“Hannah, I noticed quite a lot about you. But I'll start from these first…”He gestures at my papers."...I am actually very proud of what I've seen. You have been studying and I'm proud that you have. It means a lot to me, Hannah.”I felt the nervous feeling that had been growing inside of me for the past half hour disappear but I still couldn't get myself over the look in Mr. Dalton's eyes."With this assessment, we will put more effort, however, in your chemistry and maths. Of the four tests, they are the ones that you seemed to have a lower score in.”My voice was fighting to come out of my throat. It nearly slipped out that I had to cough lightly to push it back into my voice box.“Hannah, I believe you would like to say something?"I was speechless. It was just a tiny cough and yet, Mr. Dalton had caught on so fast.I took a deep breath. Here's goes nothing.“I… I was nervous,” I squeaked meekly to him. My voice sounded louder in my head when I thought about it.Mr.
Hannah's POVI looked at Mr. Dalton in shock. His tie was in his hand and he was glaring at me. I was so stunned that I froze in place.“Bend over the table, Hannah. I will not ask again."Fear began to overshadow the pleasure that I was feeling earlier.“Are you going to use your tie to spank me?" I asked, my voice shaky and full of fear."No. But I will do that if you want me to.”I gulped.“What are you going to do to me then?”He took a step forward and was now looming over me. My breathing was uneasy."You are scared,” he said softly but firmly.My head bobbed up and down weakly.“Keep in mind, Hannah, that I will never hurt you. I don't intend to make you feel any sort of pain. I don't get off on that unless that is what you want.”I gulped again. My heart rate had gone down a bit and I felt more reassured. His eyes were inflamed with passion but I could tell that he was being sincere."Aren't you going to do as I sat?” He asked again, moving closer to me.This delicate mix of f
Hannah's POVMy body tightened at his soft voice in my ears. I was naked, on his cool desk that had now been warmed by the skin on my buttocks, and moaning his name.I felt his leg slide between mine and with it, he forced mine open. The sudden movement sent a wild sensation through my body as my thighs grazed my bud gently.“Fuck, Hannah! You look wonderful this way. You are soaking. Soaking wet just for me."My face was flushed as I looked at him. His eyes were darkened and filled with passion. My body was his to command and I wanted him deep inside of me. I wanted to be overwhelmed by him.His fingers circled my sex, and my thighs tried to clench close, but he kept them apart. My arms were still restrained by his other hands. I was plunged into a depth so deep that my breath was taken away from me.“Mr. Dalton, please…”"No, Hannah. You call me ‘Sir’ when you are like this with me.”The pressure of his fingers intensified, waving nerve endings that had been dormant in my body for s
Hannah's POVI couldn't imagine my shock when I changed into the new clothes, and they were the perfect size for me. The fabric was soft and gentle on the skin, much more expensive and lush than what I wore to school.As I sat on my desk and watched Mr. Dalton do the mopping, my mind began to run wild about what had happened a few minutes ago and what I would tell Olivia about my new dress.This was all so confusing and yet, refreshing. My thighs clenched together every now and then when I remembered the exhilarating feeling of having Mr. Dalton's fingers deep inside of me.My eyes gazed at him. My emotions were a mixture. My body was still reeling from the effects of him on me.Finally, he was done. He sat at his desk without saying a word to me. I wanted to say something to him but the words evaded me.It didn't take long before he stood up, walked to me, and handed me some papers.“Here, these are some more questions that I would like you to review and practice. We shall look over
Hannah's POVI was ready for school the next morning and I kept away from my phone like the black plague.A small part of my soul knew that Mr. Dalton had replied to my text, and I was not in the mood to talk to him.To keep myself occupied yesterday, I buried my head in the papers that Mr. Dalton had given me. I read late into the night and found myself with my head on the desk in the morning.I got dressed and was stunned to find that Olivia was already waiting for me at the breakfast table. She was serious when she said that she was going to follow me to talk to Mr. Dalton about the recipe.Whenever the thought came to me, my stomach churned. I was going to be in the same room with the man that made me feel deep pleasure yesterday.“Hannah, hurry up and eat your breakfast," Olivia whined, as she watched me take scoops of my cereal."If I end up with a tummy ache like you, we won't be able to see Mr. Dalton for anything,” I teased.She folded her arms and pouted."You are so unfair.
Hannah's POVThe day went on fine, though, in the back of my mind, I couldn't laugh away Mr. Dalton's expression.His eyes seemed to say much more than they did a few hours ago.I still hadn't checked my phone but this proved that my hunch was right. He did reply and he was upset that I didn't respond.I sighed. I hated how…“Miss Hannah, stand up."I dreaded this. I had been caught drifting. I stood up and lowered my head.“Tell me what is the end product of glycolysis?"My head began to whizz. I read it somewhere last night. It was at the tip of my tongue.“We are waiting, Hannah?"I gulped.“Pyruvic acid," I blurted out.“Correct. At least I am certain that you were paying attention. You seemed to be lost in your thoughts.”I gave a dry laugh and sat back down. That was the height of it. My heart was pounding in my chest. I was lucky that Mr. Dalton gave me extra to read, but I was still not going to thank him for it. I still had every right to be mad at him.The end period came to
Hannah's POV“Carlos? What are you doing here?"I didn't even want to get an answer. I grabbed my bag and hurriedly began to pack up my books.“Hannah, wait. Please…”He stood up to stop me but I smacked his hand away."Don't touch me,” I whispered harshly. "I'm leaving and you won't stop me.”"Hannah, please. Just hear me out.”He was also talking in whispers. If the librarian caught us making a ruckus, we would be banned from the library. I couldn't afford that."I don't want to hear you out,” I whispered back. "Do you really think that I would talk to you after what happened?”"I know. But please. Ten minutes. Ten minutes is all I need and you can leave and not talk to me ever again. Just hear me out.”My conscience was screaming a resounding ‘No’ at me. I was at the far end of the library. What if he tried something sneaky with me?My logic butted in. He couldn't. The library was full of people. He wasn't that dumb. And I still had a few minutes of break left. I had nothing to do.
Hannah's POV I felt my feet rooted to the floor. Beads of sweat rushed down my forehead, and I itched in fear. “Hannah?" The voice called me again and I had no choice but to turn and answer. “Good afternoon, Mr. Dalton.” There was no scowl on his face but his eyes were dark with anger that he didn't express. "What were you doing with him, Hannah?” I gulped. My tongue felt dry but I forced myself to talk. "He came to see me in the library and we talked.” "Talked about what?” His voice was calm and icy. I saw the muscles on his arms contract and relax as he flexed his fingers. “He apologized for what happened. I told him that I was still mad at him.” My explanation did nothing to calm him down. He continued to glare at me angrily. "We will meet after school. Don't be late.” With that, he walked away. I was still rooted to that spot when he left. Something about his aura had changed, and it scared me. For the first time, I was worried about Carlos. Mr. Dalt
Hannah's POV. A few minutes after I had settled beside Carlos at the back of the bus, the car was kicked into ignition and we left the parking lots. Carlos's demeanor was a sharp contrast to Dalton's and I couldn't resist the only feeling I got from him. Was that too much to ask now? To be pampered, to be treated like a human, to be cared for in a way that suggests desire and endearment. As I leaned on the headrest, my eyes caught a glint of the sun dancing on Carlos's face and for a moment there I thought he looked like a piece of art.This thought brought a smile to my face, and I wasn’t quick enough to hide it before he noticed."What are you smiling about?" He asked. "Do you see us winning the competition already?"Reflexively, my cheeks shifted farther, until I had to place my hand over my mouth to cover my smile. "No," I said. "It's something entirely different. And speaking of the contest. How did you manage to get in? I have been meaning to ask." Carlos raised his broad s
Hannah's POV. As the moon rays broke through the window to land on my face, the sharp light shot into my brain and forced me to open my eyes. Slowly, my eyes began to adjust to the darkness and the shape of the objects in the room. The window was opened, and the breeze gushing inside was cold enough to freeze me to stone. I wrapped my hands around my naked body but it was still not enough to grant me the warmth I desperately sought. In a split second, I threw the covers off my body, preparing to get off the bed, but as my body mistakenly bumped to the side I discovered that I was alone. Mr. Dalton was not in the room beside me on the bed. He had leftThe space beside me was now ruffled, my stomach tightening into a knot not only as a result of hunger but as an impact of the pain that now gripped my frail heart. I had been happy some hours ago, when Mr. Dalton had wrapped his arms around me, whispering sweet nothings into my ears.Was this all I to him? A playthings? A bed warming a
Dalton’s POVSweet moans of pleasure filled the room as I came into her wetness it felt so insanely good it was driving me crazy. “You feel so fucking good, Hannah,” I muttered under my breath, and her sexy eyes batted at me as she threw me a heart-striking smile.“I could say the same about you.” She managed to say through numerous gasps and eye rolls.I felt her tighten up around me, and I couldn't stop a moan from escaping.“Damn, Hannah!” I grunted; she had me in a stronghold and wouldn't let me go.I felt heat rise inside me as she ran her fingers into my hair, tossing and tugging at it uncontrollably.“Hannah, free up a little,” I said, but she did the exact opposite. She just tightened up even more around me, and I let out a husky moan. “Hannah…” At this point, there was no talking to her; she was already lost in the pleasure.And the fact that I was making her feel good only made me feel good. She looked beautiful under the dim lights of the room, and I couldn't help kissing
Hannah’s POV"Oh yes, I'm sure. I mean, I didn't quite pay much attention to it, but later on, I caught a whiff of authority lingering in the air, but I wasn't able to place my finger on it." I explained further, leaving no information out. Olivia placed a finger under her chin staring at me. "I understand that you probably read too many meanings into things, but this is quite perplexing. Do you think that he is hiding something?" She whispered. I rolled my eyes at her suggestions. "Of course not, what could he be hiding away from us?" I fired back at her, refusing to allow her to fill my head with doubts. She looked away and scrunched her eyebrows in some type of way making me feel weird. She had never been shy to speak about what she felt, and now I believe there was something more to what she was willing to share. "Do you have any suspicions, Olivia?" I inquired so that I knew my next step. Her response was a shake of the head which even meant more than I was willing to accept.
Dalton:I parked two streets away from Hannah's house. How she ever expected me not to come after her was still a wonder. I didn't think that she was going to go alone but I needed to respect her wishes. She wasn't just a little girl whom I could command to do whatever I wanted. I had to show her that I respected has so much that she would also reciprocate that in return. My phone buzzed in my pockets as I strolled towards the front of her house. She didn't invite me but I was going to do so myself. I wouldn't take any chances that would make her land in a compromising position simply because I was trying to be the good guy. I would rather be the bad guy and save her than the good guy who lets her die. I shook my head. Who was calling again? I swiped across the phone screen without looking, "I hope you are calling for something important." I asked my beta."Yes sir, I have everything under control but still need to know if you are getting ready for the final phase of the plan." He s
Hannah's POV. I released a breath after I was able to pry her away from hurting Stephanie. That girl was going to be a pain in the ass, especially tomorrow. I could already envisage it, and trust me, it wasn't looking pretty. I would rather engage myself in something boring like a painting than talk to her, especially when I knew she was fishing for trouble. The bell rang, signaling the end of the day, and I quickly picked up my bag, threw it over my shoulder, and continued my journey to his office. I walked past the garage hoping that I saw Mr Dalton and was surprised that he, of all people, was not present. Whoa, he must have been really busy then because he had never failed to show up, especially when he wanted to speak to me, probably also to take me home. On cue, Mr Dalton opened the door with his bag in hand and stopped in front of me. "Let's go home for some preparations." He said with a wink, which vanished so quickly that I imagined that I thought about it. I squinted f
Hannah's POV. My eyes widened in shock as Carlos moved closer to me with a friendly smile on his face. My goodness did he even consider the implication of what he was doing? I tried to find expression to my surprise but realized that I was only wasting my time. Feeling a pair of eyes on me, I glanced at Stephanie, and true to my thoughts, she was gazing at me with intense hatred. I had never done anything to warrant such treatment from her but I guess, it was one of those things she wanted to settle with me I was not even in the mood for all of that "Is there anything you want me to do for you?" I whispered to Carlos, who smiled at me. "I think she wants to sit with you." I nodded in Stephanie's direction. Carlos doesn't look bothered by my announcements, "Oh, then she is highly welcome. I don't think I've ever stopped anyone from coming closer to me no matter what." How oblivious could a man be? Maybe because he didn't have any special interest in her? I pondered. I smirked
Hannah's POV. "Gring!" The sound of an alarm clock jolted me awake, making me massage my temples in worry. My core ached. It was a lovely reminder of the activities I had gotten engaged in the previous day.Scanning the room, I realized that I was alone and reached for my phone, which was on the bedside table. I stretched and let out a yawn, to help awaken my muscles. They didn't look like they were going to do so anytime soon. My eyes finally focused on a bottle of water and a glass in an empty tray with an after-morning pill beside it. I jumped up instantly, not allowing my weakness to make me lose my mind, and popped the pill into my mouth, washing it down with water. Just a few feet away, a bag lay on the ground and I fished for its contents. My clothes lay in there neatly folded. Hmm, Mr. Dalton– the ever-prepared man. I glanced at the clock again and jumped in shock. It was almost 7:00 a.m. I couldn't afford to be late to school. I needed the final brush-up before doing it f
Dalton's POV "How old do you think I am, Hannah?" I inquired from her, watching her fidget slowly as she tried to find her words to defend herself from me but I knew that she was obviously lying. She wasn't a liar I needed to try her best at doing this because it clearly wasn't working with me. "I..." She swallowed before looking away."You..." I asked in an amused tone, waiting to hear how creative she could get with her excuses. "I... Was thirsty and needed some water and decided to come to the kitchen! I mean the kitchen is where the water is, right?" She asked a rhetorical question making me laugh at her cuteness. She didn't even have to do much before getting me into a state of amusement which was quite a chore for many women. "I see," I responded, waiting for her to counter my words, but she kept on looking at me. "I'm sorry if I'm taking up your space. I mean I should be studying and not sitting on your counter." She apologized and tried to hide her face under her hair jus