An awkward silence fills the car, underlined by the engine’s roar as Principal Byrne drives toward the academy. He shouldn’t have been the one to help me dress in the hospital, as it’s inappropriate.My body tingles from the way his fingers delicately skated across my skin. It was as if he was working to turn me into a molten pool of desire, even if that probably wasn’t his intention.I can still sense that sexually charged tension now, but I can’t work out if it is from my side or whether it’s just wishful thinking. Principal Byrne is the most attractive man I’ve ever met, but I’m also high on pain meds.There’s no way a man like him would be attracted to me, especially since I’m his student, a student whose parents sent here because I allegedly slept with the janitor at my last school. He might assume I’m a hussy who will sleep with anyone, and perhaps he’s testing the waters. It wouldn’t shock me, as this school isn’t conventional.Principal Byrne keeps his eyes on the road with su
The clack of heels approaching warns me that this Nurse is on her way. A small, mousy brown-haired woman appears in the doorway, smiling softly. “Hello, dear. I’m Nurse Jasper, and I’ll be looking after you.” She hurries over to me. “Shall I help you change?” She asks.I nod, wishing that Principal Byrne had to help me undress, too. The intensity of that moment and the soft brush of his calloused fingers against my inner thigh still resonates with me.I’ve never had a proper crush on anyone before, except for Jamie Orly in sixth grade, but he hated me. Perhaps it’s a pattern with boys and men I have a crush on, as I’m not sure Oakley likes me either.Principal Oakley Byrne, however, is the most beautiful man I’ve ever met. I think getting over my crush on him will be impossible, especially after seeing him shirtless and feeling his body against mine and his hands so close to such an intimate part of my body.I dreamed of him last night, and something tells me he’ll probably appear in
I stand in the doorway into my classroom, watching Eva through the small window.It has been nine days since she arrived at the academy, but this is the first lesson she has attended. Among other subjects, I teach leadership strategy, which she won’t be too interested in, but none of the subjects that we cover here will interest her.Nurse Jasper has given her two crutches to aid walking as her stab wound heals. She believes Eva may have sustained some nerve damage, but only time will tell.Eva sits at the front of the classroom next to Dimitri Jakov, staring at her like a hungry wolf ready to pounce. My stomach tightens as I clench my fists by my side.Thankfully, Eva appears unaware of his attention as she doodles on a small notepad in front of her.I uncurl my fists and reach for the door handle, turning it and entering the classroom. I fix my gaze on Eva, who doesn’t look up as I walk in.The giggles erupt from the back of the classroom as they chatter together. All the girl’s eye
I clap my hand. “Does anyone else have anything degrading to say to their classmates?” I ask, remaining stood in front of Eva.The silence is deafening as she stares at me in surprise. I let my gaze move to her for a few moments, observing the way her cheeks are more flushed and her chest rises and falls violently.“Good,” I say when no one speaks. “I want you to read page fifty-six to page sixty-five.” I turn away from Eva and return to my desk, sitting down behind it.My harsh punishment for Dimitry is unusual, and I know that if he’d said it to any other girl in this room, my reaction would have been different. Pure jealousy reared its ugly head, drawing more questions to light about my questionable urges toward Eva. I’ve never been so viscerally attracted to a woman before I set eyes on her. She’s under my skin, which is a terrible complication I don’t need.I notice Jeanie leans over and mutters something to Anita again.“In silence, unless you want to join Dimitry.” I glare at t
“Hey, I’m Natalya,” a girl says, sitting next to me in the cafeteria. “Thought you could use some company.”I smile at her but can’t help the paranoia that sweeps over me. The last time someone introduced themself to me, I ended up stabbed and in a hospital bed for a week.“Don’t worry. I’m not a psycho like Jeanie, Kerry, or Anita.” She grabs her fork and digs into her vegetable lasagna, clearly sensing my unease.Natalya was in my class with Principal Byrne before lunch. I noticed she was one of the few people to answer his questions, and she was the first to leave after finishing her essay. She’s a motivated student who wants to do well, like me. The only difference is she wants a life of crime.“I saw you in my leadership class,” I say.She nods. “Yeah, ignore assholes like Dimitry. He’ll regret it after being sent to Luigi.”“Who is professor Luigi?” I ask.It’s not the first time I’ve heard his name since Principal Byrne sent my attackers to him.“He’s a fucking sadistic hardass
I swallow hard, following him in silence out of the cafeteria and down a dark corridor toward his office. The click-clack of my crutches on the cobblestones is the only sound that echoes through the silence. My palms are already sweaty, and my heart is practically drumming against my rib cage with each step I take.This man is too intimidating and too beautiful to be alone with. He both scares and thrills me. The way he watched me earlier today in leadership class was bordering on predatory.He comes to a halt outside of his office, slipping a hand into his jacket and pulling out a key.I watch as he slides it into the lock, turning it slowly. The click echoes through the cold, stone corridor. The thought of being trapped in his tiny office with him for an entire hour makes butterflies take flight in my gut.“After you,” he says, his voice as smooth as butter. I hate that his voice sends a prickle of goosebumps rising over every inch of exposed skin.What the hell is wrong with me?I
It takes every ounce of restraint within me not to bend this beauty over the desk and spank her ass with the ruler until she’s so sore she won’t be able to sit for days.I’m a sadistic son of a bitch because I know she’s not lying, but I can’t help myself. The darkness inside of me demands I make her hurt, punish her for being the offspring of the two people who tore my world apart. And yet, there’s a small part of me that wants her close, begging me with those beautiful, bright hazel eyes to stop.“Are you ready to tell me the truth?” I ask, halting my assault on her red palms.Her eyes narrow, and she holds my gaze without a word.“Do I need to take this punishment a step further?” I ask, searching those eyes for fear.If she fears me, she doesn’t show it. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”I narrow my eyes. Eva seems so unaltered by the pain I’ve inflicted. There’s a part of me that is desperate to push her more, see how long she will hold out, and I’m so close to following
I move the tip of the ruler between her thighs and stroke it down her wet seam in the cotton, making her gasp. “Eva, this isn’t supposed to be pleasurable,” I say coldly.A strangled half-scream comes from her lips as I gently bring the rule down flat against her wet, fabric-clad arousal.“Such a dirty girl.” I slide the tip of the ruler over her red skin. “It’s proof that you were so desperate you fucked your school’s janitor.” I spank her ass cheeks again, watching the way her skin reddens.The welts are beyond erotic, and all I want is to rub my hands over her skin, caressing the pain away before giving her more. “And now you’re getting wet for your principal, aren’t you?”“No,” she snarls, her body tensing. “You’re a fucking psychopath.”I chuckle at her outburst and spank her repeatedly until she is panting from the mix of pain and pleasure.“Stop,” she cries, her voice a mix of anguish and pure lust. “Please, Oak, stop this.”I place the ruler down on the desk she’s bent over an