All Chapters of Destined to be His: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“That’s right, pull it up. Let me see that wet pussy!” My hands trembled, from the sensations derived from my centre as it soaked my panties wet, amplified by his intense lustful gaze. He licked his lips, as he whipped out his cock. He never broke his gaze, not even once. “Touch it.” He lowly whispered. “Slowly, show me how wet that pussy is.” His breathe was heavy, it itself coming out in deep and low moans. If you are wondering how I got myself into this position, don’t worry you are not alone. I often question myself what I was thinking getting myself into this situation, day and night. The day had started well unlike its previous counterpart and this time I had managed to pull out a descent outfit. Hayden was in the office per usual, working his ass off. We didn’t even speak a word to each other till I pulled him out of his thoughts with my question. His hands were slowly moving up and down his gigantic manhood as he watched me slide my fingers in and out of my sloppy wet hole.

 A week had passed since the last time I had encountered Hayden. My work in the office had also been cut short and no, I hadn’t lost my job or anything. It was just that Hayden had left for Italy for a business trip, and with that, my work had fall short. I was yet to tell him what had happened inside that old man’s office. Even though that creep had given me only two days to give him an answer. I had still managed to evade him and attend my classes normally, with no threats whatsoever of being cut off. Maybe he was just bluffing, and I should not take it that seriously.  Trying to be positive and not let anxiety take over me, I decided to utilize this time to decorate and furnish my house and If I do say so myself, the house was coming out immaculate.

“He is going to see us Hayden, Stop!” I tried to reason with him, but clearly my words fell on deaf ears, as he continued to thrust his dick inside me, while my new vice chancellor tried to park his car into his reserved parking lot which we had managed to infiltrate it. Actually, it was not me, more like Hayden! I watched the old man from the windscreen shield which I was thankful for it being tinted, get off his car to come and knock at ours and am guessing ask us to move. Hayden’s driver who was seated quietly at the front, waiting on us to finish our shenanigans, slowly pulled down his mirror, to inform the fuming old man that his boss was quite busy and would get back at him once he was done. His old, wrinkled face was scrunched in confusion to which later morphed into realisation once he turned his eyes on the back seat of the car and watched the scene of me seated on Hayden’s lap, my plaid tennis skirt scrunched up my waist as my panties were pulled to the side while Hayden’s

Lili’s POV “Beep” “Beep” My hand automatically stretched to slam shut the alarm off which was noisily buzzing at my bedside table. “Ok Lillie, get up now. You have already extended your five- minute penalty.” My angel side reminded me, but I was too far gone in the warmful coziness of my bed. * * Beads of sweats wrapped around my chest and forehead, my eyes and body jolting awake from the shots of adrenaline still pumping actively because of that dream. That so called dream that came in once in a while, wrapped in like a fuzzy memory. “Calm down Lilli, it is just a dream.” I comforted myself wrapping my arms around me. “It was just a dream.” Wiping the sweat off, I pulled up the blankets, making myself comfortable once again as I awaited sleep to engulf me once more. But before I was swallowed, my eyes met the digital clock mounted on the wall, and the time read sent me running towards the door. “Shit! Shit! Shit! I exclaimed as I rushed through the school hallways

Maybe my voice was not audible enough, why? Because he just watched me, like a hawk. It became pretty much unsettling after a while. The courage I earlier once had all dissipated. My pale skin as red as a tomato, I was so sure judging by how warm it felt. “What!” Finally, a reaction from him after what felt like forever. I became a little bit cold, as he abruptly pulled up from the couch and began pacing around. “What do you mean, you can help me” His voice was low, and husky. Not sure if he was confused or mad. I was never much used to this side of him. The only emotion familiar with me about him being that of sweetness, or just calm. He stopped in front of me as he repeated the question once more, but this time with a puncture on each syllable. I stuttered, because I had no idea on how to raise my offer once more and also because, I was distracted. That glaring budge, it was really hard to concentrate. “I..I..I said I could help you with that.” I said pointing at my intention