Total pages in book: 10
Estimated words: 9567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 48(@200wpm)___ 38(@250wpm)___ 32(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 9567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 48(@200wpm)___ 38(@250wpm)___ 32(@300wpm)
“Sir, I really don’t.” I don’t say anything for a few minutes, so she continues. “Oh, I get it. I’ve made your cock hard again haven’t I?” The word cock dripping from her pouty lips makes me even harder. Whenever she’s near, it doesn’t take much to make me hard as fucking rock.
“Sierra. Don’t talk to me like that,” I say, trying to keep some semblance of professionality, but mother fuck, I love when she talks like that. And she knows it. I crave her in a way that goes beyond typical.
“But I have, haven’t I?”
“You know you have,” I growl. Get your shit together, Chris; I mentally chide myself.
“How long are we going to dance around this?”
“You know we can never act on this...this connection between us,” I say, gesturing between us.
Did I not mention that I am head over heels in love with this girl? I have been in contact with her here for two years. When I got the job, I relocated from Atlanta. On my very first day, she walked right up to me, fearless as can be. She told me that one day I was going to love her. Having been an educator for over twelve years at that point, I’ve seen my fair share of lovestruck teenage girls. It was only transference and never really directed at me, but, of course, I saw it and promptly ignored it. Little did I know how fucking right she’d be.
This wasn't that, though.
I started out my career as a French teacher. I have a Languages and Linguistics doctorate, specializing in Medieval and Modern French. It’s boring to most people, but I love it. Sierra and I have much in common, and I think that is part of the appeal.
“Chris, please don’t shut me out,” she says quietly. I must be going insane because I both love and hate when she says my name.
“Sierra. You know why I cannot do this,” I say. We've had this conversation several times now. My resolve is weakening by the second.
“Yes, I know all about your precious career. I know, believe me I know. So about the drugs? They aren’t mine. I’d never do that. Sarah hates me, so there’s that,” she says.
Her being too young for me isn’t the only reason for my hesitation. She's too good for me too. She doesn’t know the trouble she causes everywhere she goes. Women hate her; men want her. She is a scandal waiting to happen. The only thing I know is that it better be with me, yet I can’t allow it. Can I?
“I’ll talk it over with the discipline committee, and let you know.” I’ll never actually tell them a damn thing about the minuscule amount of weed, but it irks me that her RA would try to pin something like that on her.
“Sounds good, Headmaster.” She stands and does something I never thought I’d get a chance to see. She reaches under her tiny, red plaid skirt and takes her panties off before tossing them at me. They hit my chest before dropping down and landing on my hard cock, much like a filthy dirty debauched ring toss game. “Can I offer you a word of advice?” she asks.
“Uh? Yeah.” My years at both Harvard and Oxford are down the drain since I am unable to form a complete sentence right now.
“Don’t wait too long, okay? I won’t be here forever,” she says, leaving my office, my door shut soundly behind her. Fuck. I want to run after her, but of course, I can’t. And what the fuck does she mean she won’t be here forever? Where the hell does she think she’s going?
I look down at my lap. Depraved as it is, I touch the cotton panties. They look sweet and innocent. They are still warm from her body heat. I pull them to my nose and inhale. I’m going to hell. Maybe prison. Probably both.
It’s too damned bad that her pussy smells like my downfall. Sweet, spicy, fresh, and somehow virginal. And it’s all mine.
She has thrown down the gauntlet, so to speak. I am going to spank her ass for leaving this office in her short skirt, showing others what’s mine. Because just who the hell have I been kidding? All this time, I’ve known. She’s known it too. She’s mine.
Claiming Sierra, my scandalous princess, is going to taste so sweet, just like her cunt.
two
Sierra Snow
God, he’s so infuriating. How could he think that I would smoke pot? Doesn’t he know me at all? Yeah, I make his cock hard, but it has to be more than that. Guys get hard for no reason at all; this could be totally one-sided. But it can’t be just that, can it? Yes, he makes my pussy wet, and I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life. My life has been one filled with privilege. I wasn’t spoiled, but I had everything I needed. When I was born, I lived with my grandparents. My parents have jobs that send them all over the world, and they felt that was their best option for me. They never married and are both totally devoted to their jobs. They are on the same team at work, and after one too many tequila shooters, here I am. When I started school, my parents sent me to a co-ed boarding school in Chattanooga, Tennessee. I have been at McCray ever since. It was a culture shock, to be sure. I was a child in an adult's world, but I prevailed. I grew up faster than I ever thought possible.