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 stood quietly in front of my locker trying to recall where I had kept my English language textbook when suddenly I heard a loud thud on my locker door. I was frightened but yes, I was also used to it.âNerdy bitchâ Chloe said to me rolling her eyes and walking away like she didnât just almost give me a heart attack. I simply ignored and picked out the textbook that was hiding behind my Romance novel.Oh how I loved the sweet impossible imagination of having a lover. I picked it up, and headed for class.Mr. Derekâs class was one of my favorites. Aside from the fact that I loved his style of teaching, I loved staring at his amazing physique. I sometimes catch myself dreaming of my petite self wrapped up in his arms.Who wouldnât? His broad shoulders,his rock hard chest, I could tell even without touching, his chiseled beard and earth swirling scent I wish I had. Everything about him reminded me of my favorite male lead character from my all time Romance book âMake Me You
Lydiaâs POVI woke up to the first bang on my bedroom door.Lydia! Lydia! My mom called out my name. I slipped out of my bed with weary eyes. The dark undereye I had was enough to let anyone know about my sleepless night. My face was swollen and my head was aching. After what Emily did to me the previous day, I was bound to feel that way.âIâm coming.â I said softly, searching for my slippers with my eyes half opened. I finally found it, walked up to the door and twisted the knob. My mother gave me no chance to let her in. She barged in herself.âWhat is the meaning of this?â She questioned me with an aggressive tone. Her tone immediately pulled me out of my sleep.âMom?ââWhat is the meaning of this Lydia?â She showed me her phone and behold it was the video Chloe and Alexa had recorded of me in the bathroom with the tag âSlut exposed by student for sleeping around for grades'' written under it.My jaw dropped in disbelief. I stared at the phone with quivering lips and teary eyes. Th
Derekâs POVLydia stood beside me. Her eyes were beautiful. Her full glossy lips, her glowing skin and the strawberry scent around her was just amazing.Yes she was my student. One of my favorites. Her innocence and charming personality was something I admire the most about her.âYou have been a really nice friend to me, I can't thank you enough.â Her sweet voice echoed in my ear.âI ...emm I just thought I could come say thank youâ. She moved her hands closer to mine.With every word Lydia said, she moved a step closer to me. When I saw that she was almost a step away from where I was seated, I stood up.I had never seen Lydia behaving in such a way. She was always that shy and innocent young woman but todayâĶâĶâWhat are you doing?â I questioned her, still trying to be calm.What do you think Iâm doing? She asked me, holding unto my wrist and pulling herself closer to me. She leaned against the table while I stood in front of her.âItâs just me and you here.ââThere is no need to be s
Lydiaâs POVTwenty hours had passed since the incident between me and Mr. Derek. The blood in my veins was turning cold. What if he had taken the video to Mrs. Beatrice? What then?How was I going to prove myself innocent now that there was evidence that could be used against me? I had so many questions. Throughout my entire stay in class, I struggled to swallow down a beating heart.When classes were over, I tried to avoid everyone including Emily and her entourage who were patiently waiting for me to approach them so I simply took another path home.Forty eight hours passed, then seventy two hours yet nothing. The fear of getting called out killed me faster than the guilt. It has been three days and I have yet to get any call from the principal.Mr. Derek and I havenât set eyes on each other in those three days as I always missed his classes on purpose.I came to the realization that Mr. Derek didnât tell the principal about what I had done. Maybe he accepted my offer? I was glad he
Lydiaâs POVI jumped on him, my straight long legs wrapped around his waist while my full soft breasts rested on his rock hard chest.âOh! Mr. Derek was good with his tongue. His soothing touch managed to erase my anxiety in the twinkling of an eye. I was still wrapped around his waist when he pinned me to the wall. His hands moved up and down my neck. It was barely two minutes but I could already feel myself getting wet. We moved away from the wall to his desk.Mr. Derek had barely dropped me when I kissed him again. His soft lips were my favorite part of his body. I tightened my grip around his waist, making sure there was no escape. I began to unbutton his shirt without breaking the bond.His hands were moving all around my body. My soft buttock, my tiny waist, my full round breasts which he kept on squeezing and pinching skillfully. When I had finished undressing him, he raised me up again and carried me to the couch inhis office. He placed me on the couch and lifted her skirt u
Lydiaâs POVAfter we were done, Mr. Derek reached for the handkerchief on his desk. The same one that had been there the whole time. Taking it, he used it wiped the creamy liquid on my stomach then proceed to wipe in between my thighs where I was still soaked from our previous session. His touch was gentle as he wiped it carefully and cleaned me up. As he brushed the soft fabric against my folds moving it gently, his fingers moved along with the handkerchief, teasing me while tracing over my swollen clit. Without thinking, I spread open my thighs giving him full access. Breathless moans escaped my lips as he kept torturing me with his fingers. I want more.Mr. Derek chuckled, the deep vibration of his voice making the hair on my skin stand on edge. "You are still so wet, Lydia."Gradually, his fingers replaced the cloth and I felt the slow movement of his fingertips through my wetness. He spread my folds open, then he start moving his fingers up and down my clit, making sure I felt e
Lydia's POVI came home a stranger in my own skin. The house was dark as I sneaked in through the backdoor. Thankfully, Mom was already in bed and I don't have to explain anything. Carefully, I tiptoed to my bedroom determined not to wake her, my legs trembling with every step, as I felt a sharp pain between my legs where Mr. Derek had been touched me. My skirt rubbed against my hips, and I could still feel where he had held me tightly. I dropped my bag on the floor next to the stairs and smelled his sweat and cologne on my sweatshirt. My heart jumped. I crossed it. I have crossed that line, and there was no going back.I collapsed on the edge of the bed in my room, too stressed out to shift. The cool, crisp sheets against my overheated skin felt strange after being close to his warm body. Memories came flooding back, and I felt overwhelmed.The way his tongue had played with me down there, the way I was writhing under him as I begged him to fuck me, how he growled as he forced into
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
Emily's POVI slammed my locker shut, the noise echoing down the hallway. Chloe jumped, nearly throwing away her phone, but Alexa leaned against the wall, smirking as if she got no care in the world.Students rushed past laughing, yelling, slamming their own lockers but my focus was on her.Lydia Martins.She was on the other side of the hall, stuffing her books into her backpack. Her glasses slipped down her nose and she shoved it up with one finger, but something was off. She wasn't cowering like usual. Her back was straight. She held her head up. And when she zipped her backpack, her lips curved slightly like she just won something.I clenched my fists in anger, fingernails piercing my palms as I ground my gum between my teeth. Two nights ago, I watched her climb into his car. My Mr. Hales. Her skirt rode up her thigh as she slid into the front seat, and he hadn't told her to pull it down. The engine roared, and they disappeared into the night, car lights burning into my mind. That
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 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
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
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
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 wouldnât 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. âMy good little slut.âI 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
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