being schooled (chap. 2)

being schooled (chap. 2) being schooled (chap. 2)

Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance


Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance



Chapter2 (v.1) - Caught in the Cage (Chap. 2)

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: January 29, 2016

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: January 29, 2016



Chapter 2

My face was flaming as I looked down at my feet in their cute sandals, so ashamed I didn't dare meet his eyes.

Finally I blurted out in a whisper, "I was touching myself because I was thinking of you."

There, it was out. No way to take it back. My heart was hammering in my chest and I was both so scared and excited I felt like I might literally faint. I had never imagined girls might actually do that, but there it was. I knew I was so overwhelmed I was dangerously close to passing out.

What would he do? Coldly send me home? Yell at me? Tell me I was a whore and he never wanted to see me again? Or... did I dare to hope?

He was so silent and time seemed to stretch and as I became certain of the worst, tears began to stream down my cheeks as I just stood there, pussy soaked, nipples hard and showing through my thin tank top, my legs shaking.

I tensed as I heard him draw in a breath and I waited for the angry words I was sure were going to come.

But what he said was, "You actually really want me? You aren't...teasing me?"

"No!" I exploded, "I mean yes! I mean, no I'm not teasing you, yes, yes I want you!" I ended in a shamed whisper, still unable to look towards him.

The next thing I knew I was in his arms, pressed tight against his chest as he held me hard against him. I could feel his heart hammering in his chest and his rigid length pressed up against my belly through his trousers. I stopped breathing.

"Goddamn you," he whispered harshly into my hair, "you've been torturing me all fucking year. Why are you doing this to me? I could lose everything. old are you?"

"I...I turned eighteen last week!" I gasped against his chest, forcing myself to rush on, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to tease you. I mean....I did mean to ... but never to hurt you! I'm...I'm eighteen now!"

He did a very strange thing then. He spun me in his arms and then pulled me back tight against him again, my back to his chest as his arms locked around me, his erection now thrust hard against my ass.

Then he began to whisper in my ear.

"So now you're eighteen. Does that mean you're ready to stop playing games with me?"

"Yes," I whispered in response, the tears streaming down my face anew as I babbled on, "I'm so sorry. Please don't be mad. I just...I just have wanted you so bad!"

He kept one arm locked around me while the other slid up my bare arm and then his fingers tangled in my hair, pulling my head back as he breathed in my ear, "What, exactly, do you want from me little girl?"

I froze, trembling all over.

At my silence he finally said, "I'm not playing games with you Amanda. You need to tell me exactly what you want or I'm going to have to walk out that door and pretend this never happened. There can be no confusion between us little girl. I need to hear the words from you. Tell me what you want."

I squeezed my eyes tight shut, my cheeks burning as I whispered my answer in a rush, "I want your hands on me. I want to kiss you. I want you to...take me. I want to give myself to you."

He drew in another deep breath and his voice was a little calmer as he said, "That's a good start. But be clearer. What are we talking about here little girl? Making out? Heavy petting? Or... do you want to be fucked? I need to know in no uncertain terms. Last chance little girl. Use your words."

Shamelessly I rubbed my ass against his hard on and gasped, "Yes, I want you to fuck me. I've wanted you to fuck me all year. I've wanted to be fucked by you ever since that first day I saw you at the beach. I think about fucking you every day. Please...please Mr. Archer...fuck me. I need you to."

He groaned then and his hips moved, rocking against my ass helplessly but he finally stopped himself and said, "You need to be honest with me. Are you on birth control? I have condoms but it's safest if you're using something too. I don't want to hurt you little girl."

" I'm not on anything," I stammered, "I'm...I'm still a virgin."

It was his turn to freeze. And then a low growl of frustration left his throat.

"You were going to let your first time be me bending you over this desk and fucking you down here in the bookcage?" he ground out, his voice a mixture of incredulity and anger.

"I...I guess so," I stuttered.

He took another deep breath and then turned me back around in his arms again and said, looking deeply into my tear filled eyes, "That's not going to happen. I'm going to tell you what is going to happen. I'm going to make you come because it's clear that you need it. You need it so bad you aren't even thinking straight. And then, after, if you think you still want to be fucked by me I'm going to set you up with a doctor's appointment. You're going to get birth control and you're going to get tested for STIs. Not because I think you have anything. But because that's what rational adults do before they get involved with someone. I'm going to get tested too. And then, when you're ready, I am going to fuck you properly in a bed and do everything in my power to make it good for you. Okay?"

I was dazzled. Stunned. I nodded mutely.

"Not good enough," he chided, "use your words little girl."

"I'll do what you say. The doctor...all of that," I quickly agreed even though the idea made me nervous and embarrassed.

"And then?" he prodded.

"And then I'll ask you to please fuck me," I whispered, shutting my eyes.

"Good girl," he whispered and then his lips were on mine, his tongue forcing them apart and I gasped and accepted him, kissing him back hungrily, pressing my body as tight against his as I could. We kissed for what was probably several minutes but I couldn't be sure. Time seemed to have stopped.

He broke the kiss suddenly, breathing hard, and said, "We...we have to talk about this a little more. No one can know. It doesn't matter that you're eighteen. You're my student. This is...wrong. I'm not going to lie to you about that. A sane man would run right now. But you've been driving me insane all year. I can't...I can't not do this. But the only way it works is if you are one hundred percent honest with me. Every step. Every time. Consent. Do you understand? I need to know you consent...that you want whatever we do. Can you do that? If not...don't waste my time."

There was a dangerous glint in his eye as he said this and something about it made me even hotter even as it scared me a little.

I said, "Yes. Yes to all of it. I want you. I want you touching me. Fucking me. I'll...I'll do whatever you ask. Just...please...please...make me come."

He groaned again, an almost painful sound, and the next thing I knew he had turned me again, bending me over the desk just like I had been when he walked in.

His hands ran up under my tank top and he filled them with my young breasts, catching the swollen nipples between his fingers and making me gasp.

His breath was hot on the back of my neck as he whispered, "This was what you wanted, wasn't it? For me to bend you over this desk just like this and fuck you? Was that what you were thinking of?"

"Y...yes!" I gasped, my cheeks flaming even as I ground my ass against his erection again.

"So why were you crying?" he asked and there was almost an undertone of cruel enjoyment in his voice.

"Be...because I thought you didn't really want me. Because it made me feel made me feel like a whore!"

"But you just told me you're a virgin," he said, his voice silky now, caressing, as he continued to knead my breasts, sending shock after shock of pleasure through me. "So how could you feel like a whore?"

"Because I would do anything for you. To get you to touch me. To fuck me. Because if...if you knew how much I touch myself thinking about you fucking'd know I was a little slut," I babbled, my cheeks getting hotter and hotter, the tears of embarrassment stinging my eyes again.

"Oh but you are such a sweet little slut," he moaned then and I could feel his hips grinding his cock against me through our clothes, "Such a sweet little girl whore. Such a little fucking tease. All year I've wanted that sweet little cunt of yours. I'll tell you a secret. I jack off to you all the time. Hell sometimes I'm touching myself in the car on the way home because of the way you've flaunted that sweet little ass of yours at me. So now, yeah, part of me is a little mad at you for it. I'm going to make you pay for that. Is that going to be okay with you my precious little whore?"

"Yes," I choked, my face flaming as I felt myself drench my panties. This was...beyond anything I had imagined.

"Then beg me to touch your pussy. Tell me how sorry you are for all the cases of blue balls you've given me. Promise me you're going to be so good to my dick to make up for it. Beg me to make you come."

Without hesitation, I begged him, "Please. Please please please touch my pussy. I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! I'll do anything you want. I'll touch your dick...lick it...suck it...anything you want. Just please make me come!"

I was frantic with need, lust, and total shame. I was rubbing myself all over him and I was crying fully now, my choked sobs interspersed with moans and whimperings as I desperately tried to show him how much I needed him.

He kissed the back of my neck and said, "Spread your legs."

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