•Warning: Explicit Content!
The rain fell timidly against the glass of the window. Every droplet—a tear from the heavens. The heavens were crying.
“Khelani?” His firm voice rang out through the empty space. Without a second to waste—my head turned in his direction, mouth agape and eyes fixated still on the heavy rain droplets.
His gaze touched my skin like fire setting my soul alight. But I knew that one look in those piercing, brown eyes would mean the end of my dignity. “Khelani?” He persisted with less patience. A short fuse he was indeed.
“Sir?” My eyes refused to meet his own as my hands rested shakily in between my thighs. Oh shit—I’m soaked!
My fingertips were warm against my skin. My eyes nearly closing at the sensation. “Look. At. Me.” He demanded and without thinking further I did exactly as he asked.
Only a distance of 2 meters apart.
That’s what we currently were. Only a distance of 2 meters apart. My hands slowly increased their pace as they made their way toward my inner thighs.
My chest rose and fell pacingly as I noticed the way he looked at me. His gaze was so heavy and yet so light.
I felt chained to him. I didn’t mind being his personal slave. His hands clenching my throat as he traced my neck with his tongue, savoring every taste of my pink skin.
His tongue would work wonders on my nipp—“What are you doing?” He asked, with his eyes tracing my body and fixating on my hands.
It felt as though he could see right through the desk to observe the position my hands rested in. He narrowed his eyes and licked his thick lips. A hood of darkness covering his eyes and a look of temptation lingering in his pupil sent me raging into utter bliss as my nipple hardened against my school shirt.
My legs are wet and shaking.
This is wrong. I shouldn’t feel this way for my teacher. He’s atleast 10 years older than I am. His physique is a sight for sore eyes—if only his personality could match.
As far as I knew, the god infront of me was as cruel as they come. Cold and utterly shameless.
And I fucking love that—
“Khelani—I won’t repeat myself. What. Are. You. Doing?” He asks again but with less patience.
My heart is pounding in my eardrums and against my chest and in the veins of my wrist and neck all at once.
“I-I...have a-anxiety!” The words fly out of my mouth with a stutter and immediately I am transparent to him.
A small and almost non-apparent smirk crosses his features. And a small part of me jumps as he pushes his chair back and rises from his seat.
I exhale a shaky breath as the sound of the raindrops outside now deafeningly resembles the sound of his echoing footsteps, inching toward my trembling figure behind the school desk that cannot defend me from the animal inside of him—yearning to tear through his skin and reveal itself.
God knows we all have those animals caged inside. Especially me. A freak of nature waiting to be tamed by a willing master.
He stops—just a foot away from where I sit. My hands cautiously inch lower, and away from my inner thighs so that I don’t get caught in the middle of my—almost— shameful act.
Then he quickly bangs against the desk and I flinch in surprise. His eyes are inches from mine along with his face and those juicy lips that I wait patiently to attack.
To taste.
“Don’t you dare move your fucking hands from where they were.” He warns and grips my chin so quickly that I flinch again and that only cause me to come closer to his face.
“I didn’t—I s-swear!” I raise my voice slightly in defense and he wastes no time in wrapping his hand gently around my small neck.
It leaves my mouth agape and my legs spread even further apart. “Don’t you lie to me. Keep your hands where they were so I know how to punish you for doing the job that I’m suppose to do.” He growls.
I swallow harshly and my hands tremble. I slowly move my hands back, obeying his orders and now looking away.
With my chin resting in between his thumb and index finger— he pulls my face back, roughly takes ahold of the desk dividing us and shoving it so far to the side that I find his strength impossible to believe in.
I gasp and now without anything to hold him back, he kneels down and releases my neck and chin, on his knees with his manly hands on my thighs.
I hurriedly close them but he gives me a look that is not far from a death threat and I slowly relax. “Spread your legs for me babygirl.” He growls hungrily and I give into his orders.
With my legs open to him, he notices that I have no underwear on. His eyes glistens with lust as I look away. His hand abruptly massages my p*ssy.
A moan breaks through my throat as I look at him again. “Good girl. Don’t look away again. I want you to look me in my eyes when I eat you out and take what’s mine.” He says huskily.
I gasp in surprise as he licks my thigh and slowly makes his way closer to my skirt. My head flies to the back but quickly readjusts itself to face him.
His chuckles into my warmth and I squirm underneath his touch. Like acid running across my skin and butterflies enveloping my stomach walls.
My eyes roll back as his warm tongue curls into the folds of my p*ssy. “Ah!” I cry out in pleasure as he stretches his tongue across my clit.
My jaw hangs unhinged as I grasp harshly into his broad and muscular shoulders. My hips rolling forward for friction.
But he knowingly restricts me by holding me in place. He then removes his mouth. “Be patient baby—you know I always let you take control.” He whispers as he kisses my delicate skin.
The vibrations of his voice sends heatwaves through my muscles and fiber. His tongue finds its rightful place and plays endlessly with my juices.
“Ahh!” I moan out as I spread my legs further apart giving him every bit of access he needs. My hands desperately clutches his hair.
“Please harder!” I beg and he obeys.
He then removes his mouth and watches my juices leak out. But I haven’t even orgasmed yet. “See what I can do for you my love? Why would you ever need to do this for yourself? Promise me you will never let anyone touch you, babygirl. Not even yourself.” He pleads but doesn’t. He asks but commands.
My mind is blank and all that’s written in it is “yes” and I nod to comply.
He smirks, knowing he’s got me wrapped around his beautiful fingers.
He then slides his hands along my thighs and catches me off guard as he slowly makes his way to my small waist, resting his hands there.
And now—he roughly attacks my p*ssy walls. “AH!” I gasp loudly and hop slightly. He clutches my waist and sucks my clit and I can feel my body arching with desire.
My mouth is wide open and moans are flying out like profanities. Desire is written on my tongue.
I roll my hips forward and his tongue goes deeper than before—sending my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I’m convinced I saw my brain.
My chest heaves. And Mr Luciano finally releases me from his seductive and deadly embrace.
I breathe heavily as I cum into his mouth, to which he gladly swallows.
He smiles with mischief. “Clean yourself up, my love, we still have mathematics next period. I still have to show you all the angles.”
