Derek's POVSex with Lydia was so fucking good.I slumped in my office chair, the air still thick with her scent, her warmth, the sound of her moans hanging in the air. My shirt was still undone, draped open, and my heart kept pounding very hard in my chest.She left half an hour ago, looking nervously over her shoulder before disappearing down the corridor. And yet, I could still feel her, sticking to my skin like a stain.The sofa was messy, with cushions out of place and a small damp spot where we had done the deal. My hands curled into fists on my thigh. The memory of her sprawled under me, legs apart, mouth open, her voice husky when she called my name made me feel a surge of heat in my lower abdomen. I should have been horrified. I should have been disgusted with myself for taking my student like that, for fucking her so hard that she whimpered into my neck, for leaving her sore and trembling.But I wasn't.I leaned back in my chair, raking a slow hand through my hair. If anythi
Lydia's POVI struggled to make it to English class, I was tired and my body was heavy with all those twisted emotions. The hallway was full of voices of people talking, laughter, and the closing of their lockers but it turned into noise as I made my way to Room 204.My hands tightened around the strap of my bag, knuckles aching. My skirt rubbed against the sore spots on my hips, reminding me of how his hands pinned me down and the marks he had left on me. Under my sweatshirt, my skin felt too warm, like my body still remembered the shape of him, the way he pushed me back into that couch and took me slowly, piece by piece.I didn't sleep.I rolled and turned till dawn, sheets tangled around my ankles, the scent of him still held tightly in the handkerchief that I stole like some lovesick fool. I dreamt of how he groaned against me, how he said my name in that guttural tone, how he kissed me like he can't get enough.Now I had to sit across from him for fifty minutes and act. Act like
Lydia's POVI got to Mr. Hales office at around 6:05 p.m, my heart pounding like a crazed, wild drum against my ribcage. The school was empty and quiet except for the distant sound of a vending machine down the corridor. I slid the door shut behind me, heart thudding when the lock clicked into place.He was already waiting leaning against his desk, his tie loose, sleeves rolled up high on his forearms, every inch of him screaming sin and when his eyes met mine, my knees almost gave out."Lock it." His voice was low and firm.I obeyed without thinking, clicking the deadbolt into place. Night two of our deal. My thighs clenched as I recalled all that happened last night. The marks he left on my skin and the ache I still felt between my legs.I took time dressing up for him tonight and I ended up choosing a tight black skirt, slutty short, barely covering the marks on my body, along with a thin sweater that clung tightly to my body. My lips shone cherry red, looking sweet and inviting.H
Lydia's POVI ran out through the side door of the school, cool night air hitting my hot face. My legs were not stable and they were shaky like I had just run a marathon or been fucked into next week. I was sensitive to everything. Sensitive to the sensation of my skirt clinging to my thighs, sticky with him. His cum and my sweat. My aching wrists where his tie had bound them together.I put a hand on my chest to feel my heartbeat. It wouldn’t stop racing at the thought that someone could have heard us, heard what I have become in the span of a few nights. The memory of his growl echoed in my head. “My good little slut.”I shivered and closed my eyes, wishing that ignoring it would take it off my mind. But I was wrong. Night two, and already I was in ruins for him. The mere thought of it disgusted me and I wanted it again, the way I hadn't the first time.I reached my car, and my phone was vibrating in my pocket. I felt around for it, my fingers numb, my breathing still harsh. His n
Emily's POVI strode into school on Tuesday morning, Chloe and Alexa trailing behind me like the good little lapdogs they were. As always, everyone parted as I approached the hallway. There was nervous glances from some of the students, whispers, the usual adoration. I'm used to all of it but today was different.The halls didn't feel right.I chewed my gum slowly, scanning the crowd for a particular figure. But again, No Lydia Martins. Her nerdy little figure was missing from the crowd again. No target to push or tease as usual.Huh. I tossed my blonde hair over my shoulder, my smile growing. Maybe she has finally lost it. She is probably too humiliated to show herself after that video of her went virall.But I knew better.Lydia was up to something these days.By third period, the thought was eating away at me. I leaned against my locker, tapping my boots on the floor, replaying yesterday over and over. She came late to biology class with bags under her eyes and not her usual perfe
Derek's POVI leaned against my desk. The school was quiet as it was past closing hours and I sigh as I glanced at the wall clock for the umpteenth time. She should be here by now.Night three of this twisted little game, and I was already in too deep. I just can't seem to get enough of her body no matter how hard I tried. The day had dragged, each second stretching, my patience declining by the minute and I knew I won't be okay until she's here. I was excitedly waiting for her already, as I know she's going to be here very soon. Lo, there was a creak at the door.My head jerked up almost instantly, and when I looked up, I saw her standing there, looking even more gorgeous than ever. Her cute red lips were parted and glossed, her green eyes illuminating, behind her glasses, and her short black skirt, perfectly sized, barely touching her thighs. She doesn't even hide that she had come dressed to seduce me. But this time, I noticed something else besides lust."You are late" I informed
Derek's POVI leaned back in my chair, massaging the bridge of my nose as I tried to catch my breath. My chest rose and fell in heavy gasps, my body still shaky from what had just happened. Even though she left few minutes ago, her scent still lingered in the air and I could still feel the raw burning heat of her dripping onto my desk.The papers on my desk were still crumpled from when she clenched them in her fists. My chair was moved back, the entire room was messy. And me? I wasn't any better. Three nights in, and she had me trapped.I ran a hand across my face, trying to calm the storm that raged within me. My hand continued to ache from spanking her, my dick was still hard and my head was a mess. Her expression when she left my office nearly destroyed me. The way she caught her breath and the way she moaned my name on her lips almost like she was saying a prayer.I wanted her again and earlier I had to control myself back and not pull her back through that door, bend her over th
Lydia's POVThe school was as quiet as a graveyard, the air filled with dust and the smell of old books. My pulse thundered as I walked in the empty hall, towards his office.Night four.I should have been afraid, should have headed the other way. But my legs was still on fire from last night's intimate session, the pain still fresh in a way that left me clenching them shut all day long. Every time I shifted around in my chair at school, I could still feel the lingering heat, the pain of bruised muscle, the recollection of what he had done to me.All that I had asked him for. And I was coming back for more. I got to his door and I held my breath as my fingers caressed the door handle. I knew he was waiting in there. Knew that he has waited all day long, just like I did. That space between us crackled even when we weren't near one another, and now, that space was getting smaller.I did not need to knock this time. I just went in, shutting the door behind me.He was already waiting lea
Derek's POVI sat alone on my couch, holding my phone like it was something dangerous. Something that would erupt in my face if I made the wrong move. The television was on, but I had no idea what it was playing. I wasn't listening to it. I wasn't thinking about anything but her.Lydia. Her name on my phone made my chest tighten.She said that she loved me. Not softly. Not in a voice I can pretend not to hear. No. She said with a tone of certainty. Like she meant it. And I believed her, but that's what scared me the most.I let my head fall back on the couch and I looked up at the ceiling. I tried to breathe slowly, but it felt like something was pressing on my chest.She is eighteen. I'm twenty nine. She's my student.I should have left the moment I saw her blush when I invaded her space. The moment she looked at me like I was something other than her teacher. The moment I longed to touch her and couldn't resist. But I didn't. Instead, I let it happen and kissed her. And now she thin
Lydia's POVI sat on my bed, cupping my phone in my palms. Other than the soft whir of my ceiling fan and the soft tick of my little clock on the desk, my room was silent. I stared at the screen again reading Derek's text over and over again."Tomorrow."Just that one word.No emoji. No explanation. Only that short reply he had sent last night after he dropped me home. And now, the more I read it, the more I felt hurt. What did he mean? What was happening tomorrow and why didn't he say anything else?I exhaled deeply and threw the phone across the bed like it offended me. Slowly, I grabbed the book next to my bed. Make Me Yours Tonight. I used to love it and I have already read it three times. But when I opened the book and tried to read the first page, the words just hung there blank. They did not engage me as they usually did.I closed the book.My phone rang again. I grabbed it quickly, my heart skipping a beat and for a while, I hoped that it was him.It wasn't. It was Jess.Jess:
Lydia's POVThe vehicle reeked of steamy, filthy sex. The smell of sweat and sin hung heavily in the air, on me. My hoodie still clung to my sweating skin and my skirt hiked up over my hips.My breathing came in trembling gasps and my body shuddered at the manner in which his tongue had destroyed me.But I wasn't satisfied.Not even close.I wanted more. I needed more.Derek's eyes burned as he stared down at me, his jaw tense, his chest expanding and falling with restraint he was barely managing to keep. His fingers traced along the inside of my thigh, leaving his knuckles just inches above my wet pussy, tormenting me but never giving me what I needed."Still dripping all over my seat" he muttered, his voice thick with lust "You really are a horny little thing, aren’t you?"I whimpered, my hips rolling up, trying to chasing his touch. "Please""Please, what?" He smirked, dragging his fingers through my slick folds, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles over my swollen clit before pulli
Derek's POVThe office was relatively quiet and the air conditioner blew overhead. My fingers tapped out a rhythm on the desk, but my mind was elsewhere. Elsewhere with her.Three days. Three endless difficult days since the motel. Since my fingers were caressing her skin, since she was beneath me, calling out my name in the darkness. I had asked to see her on Friday but I needed more. Something tangible. Somewhere I didn't have to fake that I wasn't going crazy about her.I grabbed my phone and composed a message quickly."Come to my house after school. I'll pick you up." I added, not willing to leave room for interpretation.My stomach twisted as I hit send. It was a dumb and crazy thing to do. But as I imagine her looking down at her phone, then up at me, nodding almost immediately, the doubt vanished.The bell rang and the kids rushed towards the door. She was unhurried and she reached slowly for her bag, speaking softly with Jess, and then ducking out. I saw her walk away, feelin
Lydia's POVThe room was hot as the sunlight penetrate through the windows. Mr. Tate stood in the front of the room writing numbers and equations on the board. My pencil traveled across my notebook, my hand moving on its own, but my mind wasn't even in math.It was with him.Derek.The squeak of the motel bed and my name on his lips as he fucked me senseless last night still sounded in my head.My legs clenched as my body react at the memory. I pressed my lip tightly down with my teeth. Seven nights. That was the deal and It's all over now. I was supposed to be good again, nerdy and safe.So why did I still feel him?The bell sounded down the hall and gradually, chairs scraped out from their usual spot, kids left the class one by one and laughter rang out here and there. I struggled to breathe as I began stuffing my books into my bag with shaky fingers.Jess leapt up beside me. Her black hair was in a messy tangle and she kept grinning like a cheshire cat. "God, that was one boring cl
Lydia's POVMy alarm sounded loudly. 7:30.pm, time for dinner. The rain outside pounded on my windows. Closing it slowly, I made my way to the kitchen. The environment was colder than usual, but maybe that was me. I sat opposite my mum and my fork stabbed the peas on my plate, pushing them around instead of eating. My mom ate her chicken slowly, looking at me through eyes that cut like knives. I knew she was watching me, piercing, like she could see inside my head.You're somehow weird tonight" she said to me, her voice barely above a whisper. "What's the matter?"I swallowed as I rubbed the back of my neck. I sat frozen, hands clasping the fork too tightly."Nothing actually" I muttered, pushing the plate aside. Palms slick against my legs.Nothing. But my body knew the truth. My skin tingled from yesterday memory, my lips still numb from kissing him. And my phone? It had already beeped earlier in the day with a text that made my stomach tighten.The Motel on Route 5. Room 12. 8 p.m
Derek's POVI walked into the classroom and every head in the class turned, following me till I get to the pulpit. I didn't even glance up from the stack of papers on my desk, already annoyed. The afternoon sun found its way through the window, mild, and illuminating the room just enough.A girl came in. Black hair, piercing eyes, and smirk plastered wide across her mouth.“Mr. Hales?” she said, her voice confident, almost cocky. “I’m Jess. Transfer kid. The rincipal said to sit in today.”Her bag hit the floor with a heavy thud, and she walked slowly towards me and leaned onto my pulpit, a very nice scent of vanilla perfume clinging to her. She didn’t look like she's up to anything, just grinned, eyes flicking over me like she was sizing me up.“Heard you’re kinda tough” she added, tilting her head slightly. “Hope that’s gonna be true.”A few students snickered. My jaw tightened, heat traveling up my chest. I hated disruptions."Sit" I commanded, my voice low, already done with her a
Lydia's POVI stretched out on my bed, arms and legs spread wide and my skin still slick with sweat. Although, the fan hummed overhead, blowing hot air, but it couldn't put off the fire burning inside me. My body still remembered his ruler cracking against my ass, his cock driving into me and the rough whisper of his mouth against my ear.I squeezed my thighs shut, groaning into my pillow. Five nights passed. Two more to go.I should feel relieved. I should be strong and on top of things, this was my game, my bargain. Seven nights. That's it. But staring at my phone on the floor, the screen black and empty, a sick knot formed in my stomach.No message from him.My chest tightened. This wasn't fucking anymore.I stood up, breathing hard as I pulled my hair in knots at the roots. "No" I breathed, my tone rough. "Not this."Not him. Not the sick flip in my stomach when I pictured his smirk. Not the way I had wanted to hear him say my name and to feel his rough hands not taking, but holdi
Lydia's POVI hung out on the bleachers in school the following day and had barely sat down when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out hurriedly and checked the screen.Mr. Hales: My office. Night five. I felt a shiver run down my spine and I pushed my lips in between my teeth, clamping it tight. Last night memories came flooding in again. How he bllindfold me and the way his hands roamed all over me. My body still pounded from how rough he had been, and I couldn't contain myself. I stuffed the phone into my pocket, jumped down from the bleachers, and ran inside. My skirt was short and tighter than usual. Just the way I knew he preferred it.The hallway was empty and the only sound in the background is a janitor sweeping in the distance. My chest was on fire as every nerve in my body screamed to get there faster.I got to his office, flung the door and stepped inside.His scent hit me right away. He smelled like fresh roses and I gulped hard as I shut the door behind