Honor Thy Teacher (13 page)

I will fucking kill him if he puts his
hands
on you again.

I
didn’t
know how seriously she would take my threat, but I meant every word. She
didn’t
look my way. Hand in
hand
her and her new friend walked out into the dance floor and began to move against one another. His hands moved possessively over her body. I felt the heat in my body rise as I thought how I would make him pay.

“You
wanna
dance?” The
pretty little
blonde was leaning closer and I finally allowed myself to look at her. She smiled and ran her fingers down my chest. I grabbed her wrist and pulled it back from my body. She looked rejected. I pulled her towards me so he
r face was inches from mine.
I wonder what Emma will think.  I wonder if she would feel the way I feel with someone else touching her.
The
blonde
stepped closer, filling the void between us.

“You seem like a man who knows what he wants.” She whispered in my ear. Emma had turned around and our eyes met for a brief moment.

“It’s not you. I’m
sorry
” I whispered back in her ear. Emma had already resumed her dance. I pushed the
blonde
away from me slightly so I could slide out from behind her. She stormed off, rejected. I
knew exactly how she felt. I made my way outside, letting the cool night air pull me away from the thudding beat of the music and the equally fast beat of my heart.
I stumbled to my car, looking for refuge. I
couldn’t
leave her here, not knowing how she will get home and if she will be safe.
If she will be alone.

I sat for a few minutes doing a little searching on my phone to find out more about Jeff while I waited. It only took a minute to locate him as a newly added friend on one of Emma’s social network pages. I read over his information, looked through his pictures. It is amazing how much personal information people willingly give out, without a second thought. I thought of how easy it would be for whoever threatened me to find out the same from Emma. Within minutes
,
you could find out where someone lived, where
they
liked to hang out and who with. A flood of light came from the front of the building, catching my attention. Emma stepped out of it like an angel exiting the gates of heaven. She was looking at her phone, oblivious to my presence. I waited, hoping no one would follow her out. No one did. The doors closed slowly behind her as she made her way out to the street and began walking towards her home, with no concern for the dangers that lurked in the darkness.

I felt the anger rise inside of me again. I pulled out
behind her.
She
didn’t
look at me as I pulled up beside her and it ripped me apart inside.

“Get the fuck in the car.” I
didn’t
care how it sounded. All I cared about was her safety. She stopped but still
didn’t
look my way. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” I warned, hoping she knew just how serious I was. She bit down on her lip and got in, not looking my way. I drove off into the night, wanting to put as much distance between us and the club as possible. She was killing me inside and she was oblivious to it, or she just
didn’t
care.
The thought made my anger magnify. We drove in silence. The only sound was the clicking of her seatbelt as we sped down the dark road.

I pulled inside the garage bay of my building, not waiting for the door to close completely behind us before getting out and slamming the door hard. I
couldn’t
think straight, couldn’t guarantee her safety with myself. I ran my hands through my hair and made my way up to the next floor, not waiting for her.

I waited at the top of the stairs as I counted every step she took, closing the gap of space between us. She looked down at the ground as she walked by and made her way inside. How fitting it was to watch her only moments before walking out of the light, and now she followed me into the darkness.

Chapter
Twenty

I walked inside, locking the door behind me. I
didn’t
say a word, didn’t look her way. I walked to the far side of the room to the elevator and waited for the doors to open.
I wanted to take her for granted. I listened, counting the steps she took across the hardwood floor before taking her place by my side.

The ride to the next level was excruciatingly long. She
didn’t
look my way, didn’t make any attempt to touch me.
As the doors
opened
again I stepped out onto the dark floor.

“Come here” I said, looking back at her. She hesitated but stepped forward.

“What are you thinking?” She asked. She wanted to sound confident but her voice betrayed her, wavering under her words. I smiled as I thou
ght of how many answers there w
ere to that question.

“I was thinking… I don’t know if I can trust myself with you right now.” I glanced at her, gauging her reaction. I
wouldn’t
have blamed her if she fled. If she knew anything about me, she knew I was to
be taken
seriously. I wanted to hurt her. I always wanted to hurt her for the way she made me feel. I
didn’t
want to feel at all. I
didn’t
want to be hurt again, but here I was hurting. More than anything, I
didn’t
want her to have to feel any of that pain. It was torture and after her display
tonight
I couldn’t help but think she enjoyed inflicting me with it. She was biting her lip and staring at me. Not running, not looking at me with disgust. I reached over and used my thumb to free her lip from teeth.

“I trust you.” Her words came out stronger and her voice was s
teady. I knew she meant it. The thought made me sick. I was leading the wounded doe eyed deer to slaughter and she willingly came.

“You wouldn’t say that if you had any idea what I thought about doing to you tonight.” I was being brutally honest with her. She stepped towards me and every muscle in my body stiffened. She had no sense of self-preservation. I had no will power to stay away from her.

“Punish me” Her voice barely above a whisper. My eyes shot to hers as I searched them. “Punish
me
” She repeated. She slowly reached towards me, her fingertips slowly trailing down my chest and over my stomach. I glanced down at her fingers and back to her.

“Do you remember the safe word?” I asked, wanting her to understand what kind of events I had planned for her. She swallowed hard.

“Flower” She whispered. I grabbed her wrists tightly, not able to stay away any longer. I pulled her across the room. My eyes scanned the room, trying to decide exactly how I wanted to punish her. I came to a stop in front of one of my favorites.
It had a large incline on one side and two smaller on the other.

“B
end over” I
couldn’t
look her in the eye. Not with the
thoughts
I had running through my head. She stared at me helplessly, unsure of what she should do. I spun her around and pushed her down over the device, her body folding over the top of it.
I sunk to my knees and secured her ankles in the leather straps on each incline. I
wasn’t
wasting my time making it sensual. I came around to the other side of her and pulled her arms towards the floor, securing them as well. She looked up at me helplessly, but I
didn’t
meet her gaze.

“William, I’m sorry” She was on the verge of tears. That only made me angrier.

“Not nearly as sorry as you are going to be.” I moved back behind her, not wanting her eyes on me any longer.
She could see past my walls I had built up. It scared me. I pulled me belt from my pants and wasted no time making her feel the pain I had all night. I came down across her
back side
and she pulled against the restraints. I waited but no safe word came. I stuck again. She
didn’t
scream, barely letting a whimper escape. I stuck again, not bothering to soothe her or comfort her.
Again.
Again.
My adrenaline was coursing through my body and I was on a different plane of existence.
Again.
Again.

“Stop” She cried out. I struck again.
Again.
“Please” She cried out, louder this time. She did not safe word and I did not slow.

“Do you have any idea what I wanted to do to you at that club?
Any idea what I wanted to do to that guy who had his hands all over you?”
I struck again, carefully hitting a different spot than the last.

“I’m sorry” Her words where choked. “Please” I could hear the crying in her words. I let the belt slip between my fingers, it banged loudly on the hard wood floor, echoing around us. I had hurt her. I quickly undid her leg restraints and made my way to the front of her to undo her wrists. Her head hung in defeat in front of me. I tipped her chin up, ang
ling her face towards mine. I wi
ped her swollen tear stained cheeks with my finger and quickly lifted her in my arms. I carried her to the elevator, wanting to get her as far away from this place as possible.
She buried her face in my neck and began to sob quietly.

“Why didn’t you
use the safe word?” I asked as her ey
es met
mine. I felt my gut wrenc
h at the sight of her in so much pain.

“I didn’t want to upset you.” She nuzzled back against me. I
was sickened
by her confession. Until this
moment
I thought she didn’t care.
How could she care?
Now she was putting herself in danger to please me.
Animal.

I carried her to my bathroom. I sat her down, making sure she was steady on her feet before running the water.

“What are you doing?” I
didn’t
know how to respond. I wanted her to wash away any lingering of me. I wanted to make her
whole
again.
Pure.

“I thought a bath might make you feel better.”
She looked at me dazed for a moment before stumbling forward and placing her hand on my chest.
I
didn’t
pull away. I deserved any discomfort or pain she could inflict upon me.