I hold on to the threadlike grip I have on my control, struggling to hold myself back as I slide in and out of Natalya’s heavenly cunt. This feels like nothing I’ve experienced before with other women. I can’t explain it. As if all my tormenting of this girl over the years has been foreplay leading to this moment.Gentleness isn’t my forte, and although my motive for taking her virginity originated in a desire to make her pay for her family ruining my life, there’s a desire to make her feel good, too. I don’t understand it, but it’s there, clawing at me.With each moan she makes and the more she arches her back, the harder I fuck her. It’s as if she’s inviting me to take her more ruthlessly, and when she looks at me over her shoulder, it feels like time stands still. The desire and pure lust in her eyes drives me wild.“That’s it, Natalya. Watch me fuck that virgin cunt,” I growl, spanking her ass again.She licks her bottom lip, the sight enough to make me combust as I fuck her even
After a few minutes, silence penetrates the air other than the howling wind around us, as we have well and truly come down from our mutual high. I slip out of her as a tension clouds the air.My balls are spent, and her pussy is dripping with my cum and her juices. I can’t stifle the groan at the sight, which is beyond beautiful, but one that gives me mixed emotions. I pull her dress down and attempt to fix her torn panties before grabbing her hand.“Time to get to the dance, bonita. We’re late.”Her eyes dip to my cock, which is still semi-hard and glistening with cum. “You should probably put your pants on first.”I chuckle at that. “Why do you think people will talk?”She rolls her eyes, but there’s a whisper of a smirk on her lips.I push away from her reluctantly and grab my pants and boxers, slipping them on and doing them up. When I turn around, Natalya is standing up, hugging her arms around her waist and looking a little vulnerable.There’s a tightness in my gut which feels a
"Azira Sidorov."I whip around at the sound of that voice. The way it called my name. It could only be one person. One person who could make all the hairs on my arm straighten.Oh God.He's here.The bass-thumping music grows louder and my heart is pounding against my rib cage as he takes the empty seat by my side. His unique hazel eyes are fixed on me like lasers, burning holes into my skin.I didn't want to come out tonight, but Natalya wouldn't take no for an answer. Now, I'm glad she wouldn't. I'm glad I didn't stay home.As I glance over at Professor Luigi and our eyes meet, it feels like an intense jolt of electricity pulses through my veins, forcing me to break eye contact and sending my heart rate into overdrive. I open my mouth, sucking in air greedily.Sweet Jesus.He's so unbelievably beautiful, with dark hair cut to a medium length and always styled without a hair out of place and a strong jaw with just the exact right amount of stubble. His eyes move from me as he glares
Coach Daniels stands with a frown. "Ah, what's the matter, Blaine? Let the kids have some fun."My skin crawls as I observe how his attention has been fixed on Adrianna. He seriously doesn't want to give up on pursuing her as he gives her a wink, which results in the most furious scowl I've ever seen cross her beautiful face.This is a man with a whole different personality at the Academy."Care to dance?" he asks her.She shakes her head, sizing him up and down. "No, thank you."Professor Luigi shakes his head in disbelief. "Arch, you can't be serious. Where the fuck is Oak?"Coach Daniels shrugs, not even sparing him a glance. "Fuck knows. I don't care." His eyes are fixated on Adrianna, a plea in them. "Dance with me, just once."She releases a frustrated sigh before placing her hand in his, allowing the man whore to pull her onto the dance floor. I'm surprised she agreed. Adrianna is the most strong-willed among us."Mu'dak," Professor Luigi curses in Russian, as he watches his fr
"Professor, please. Have mercy!"Screams fill my ears as I lash the student again with a whip.When did I become so detached from my humanity?A question that so frequently rises inside of me every time I have a student down in my basement lately. Perhaps the more important question is, do I even have any humanity left anymore?The infliction of pain no longer gives me the same satisfaction it used to give me. In fact, this has almost become boring as I watch the welts appear on his back.The depravity inside of me is becoming more impossible to quench with each day that passes. It's because there's a beast that lives within me that has an appetite for more heinous acts. For blood. I swallow hard and lash him for the last time, my heart keeping a steady, unaffected rhythm. There was a time when this kind of torture used to excite me, but it appears I've surpassed such rudimentary delights.The boy slumps in the chains as I set down the whip."You are free to go." I walk toward him and
"Chapter thirteen," I bark.She nods and finds her place in the book, biting on her bottom lip. It's not done to be arousing, but everything this girl does lately drives me fucking insane. I run a hand through my hair and tear my eyes off of her, gazing across the room at the solemn and focused faces.Every student fears me and my punishments at this school, even the cocky ones like Elias Morales. He would swear blind he doesn't, but I've seen his fear when he has been sent to me."Can anyone tell me a name of a famous poison used in the past? One that is easily accessible."There's a few moments of silence, before Natalya Gurin thrusts her hand in the air. Drawing my attention back to that front row, where Natalya is sitting beside Azira."Yes, Gurin.""Atropa belladonna."I nod. "Indeed, a classic that has been used for centuries. What makes it so effective?""The berries can be added to a sweet drink, for example, and therefore it can be very difficult to detect the poison as they
My heart skips a beat as he snatches the essay from my hand violently. "Thank you, Miss Sidorov." He doesn't meet my gaze. "Now get to your next class."I swallow hard, feeling disappointed. Ever since the night at the bar before winter formal, he's been short with me and barely meets my gaze. "Yes, sir."And yet I can't stop fantasizing about him. It's as if he plagues my every waking moment and sleeping. There's barely a dream I've had that doesn't feature him.His jaw clenches just before I turn around and walk out of the classroom. Perhaps my disappointment is because ever since I found out Eva married Principal Byrne over winter break, I've had hope that maybe there's a chance for my crush on Luigi to turn into something else.If she can end up with a professor, then why can't I?I know it's crazy, because Professor Luigi is nothing like Principal Byrne. He's tormented and mean, and he loves punishing people. When I said it, almost jokingly to my friends, they all thought I was f
"We're going to be late," Eva says, as we're the only four left in the changing room.Adrianna groans. "I'd rather not attend at all."Nat shoves her in the shoulder. "Man up Vasquez. You've still got two semesters of his shit."She rolls her eyes. "Unless I can put him off, but it seems like an impossible feat up to now.""I must admit I'm surprised he hasn't given up and moved onto the next one," I say.Adrianna's brow furrows. "What do you mean?""Well, he's renowned for having a couple of students, if not more, on the go during one year. As far as I'm aware, he hasn't touched a single student this year, spending all his time trying to get into your pants instead."Her cheeks turn pink as she shakes her head. "Well, I wish he'd turn his attention to someone else."I hook arms with her. "Come on, let's go see lover boy."She glares at me, making me laugh. "I'm only messing about.""Well, don't."I shake my head and we walk together into the gym, where the coach is about to start a d