Honor Thy Teacher (2 page)

“Yes?”
She
asked,
her voice barely audible.
She was nervous o
r was she scared? She should be. She should drop this class and never look back if she knows what is good for her.

“What is your name?”
I asked, desperate to hear her speak again. She
didn’t
respond for a moment and I had to keep from laughing. Did I really scare her that badly? He
r
face was a de
ep crimson now. I let my mind wa
nder, thinking how her other cheeks would look that color.

“Emma. Emma Townsend.”
She repl
ied, her voice shaking. I could no
t contain my smile any longer.

“Emma,”
Her name tasted sweet on my lips and I wanted to know what it was like to say it under very different circumstances.
“Please try to make it to class on time. Lateness
will not be tolerated
. Next time there will be consequences.”
It was easy
slip into my
dom
position with her.
Too easy.
I would have to make an extra effort to avoid her. Even as a master of control
,
I knew that would be too hard to do.
I was in no position to be in control of someone so sweet.

“Yes, Sir”
sarcasm bit her words but they still sounded lovely. I wanted to hear her say it again.
Wanted to hear her moan those words.

“Get to class Ms. Townsend.”
Our eyes locked and
I
pleaded with her silently to leave. I did not know how much longer I could pretend that I
wasn’t
fantasizing about
bend
ing
her over this desk. She must have received my message because she turned and left immediately. Perhaps she was just good at taking orders.

I could not wait for the day to end. My zipper strained just from thinking about Emma. I could hear her voice like a melodic song burned into my thoughts. I grabbed my work and made my way out of the classroom. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and quickly answered.

“What?” I immediately regretted answering.

“How was your first day?”
Angela
asked, obviously over our spat from earlier in the day. How was my first day? I honestly could not remember anything before it.
My thoughts were consumed by Emma
.
“William?”

“A breath of fresh air.”
I replied as I exited out of the back door and made my way to my car.

“Want to celebrate?” She giggled and the sound reminded me of nails on a chalkboard.

“I’m exhausted.” I slipped my keys into the ignition and glanced up just in time to see Emma cross the lot. Her shirt was white and hugged the curves of her body. Her shorts left little to the imagination. All I could think about was wrapping those long tan legs around me. Just looking at her made me hard. Not
something
that happened very often for me.

“Oh, come on. You don’t have to do any work.” She was whining. I drank in the last few seconds of Emma before she slipped into her old beat up car before responding.

“My place.
One hour.” I replied and hung up the phone before she could respond.

I watched as the cars filed out of the parking lot, making sure to slip in a few cars behind Emma.
Her vehicle
looked like it could break down any moment. At least that is what I told myself to justify following her home. We made our way to the poorer side of town before she turned down a short driveway t
o her house
. It
was small and not very well taken care
of. The thought of such a beautiful creature living in such an abysmal dwelling made me nauseous.  I stepped on the gas and made my way back to the other side of town. I got my peek into her world. That is all I wanted. I promised myself after seeing where she l
ived I would keep my distance, b
ut
how could I now? Now that I
see
she deserves so much more? I was obsessing over someone I
didn’t
even know. No one had made me so crazy since my ex. I shuttered at the thought. This
wasn’
t
the man I was. I do
not care for people.
I use them until I fi
nd someone ne
w. Nothing had changed. Emma is
just a distraction. A shiny new toy that I
can’t
have, so I want her. Fuck, do I
ever
want her.

I made my way back across town to my home. I pulled inside the large garage bay and checked my watch. Angela would be here in twenty minutes. I grabbed my things and made my way to the next floor. Grabbing a bottle from under the island, I quickly poured myself a drink. I ran my hands through my hair and quickly poured another. I light knocking at the door pulled me away from my daydream. I adjusted myself before opening it.

“Happy to see me?”
Angela purred as her eyes danced down my body. She fucking wished. I forced a smile. Emma was something I could never have and
I needed to get my mind off
her as soon as possible.
Even I had enough morals left not to corrupt such an innocent creature.
I turned back to the island and downed another quick shot before making my way into my bedroom. I did not have to say a word. I knew she was following behind me like a lost puppy.

I closed the door behind her and began to undo my belt. She bit her lip and I had to look away. Angela was using me to escape her reality and I was doing the same. I just wanted to feel something, anything. I undid my zipper and sprang free from my boxers. Angela immediately dropped to her knees and began to go to work. Looking down at the top of her head, her mass of blonde waves distracted me and I began to lose my erection.

“Something wrong?”
She asked, looking up at me. I wrapped my fingers in her hair and forced her mouth back onto me. I tried to empty my thoughts and enjoy myself. I pushed her head harder against me and closed my eyes. Flashes of Emma crossed my mind. Her teeth digging into her bottom lip.
The lips of an angel.
Her long dark hair framing her perfect face.
I
gripped Angela’s hair tighter in my fist as I grew painfully hard. I pushed her deeper. She
didn’t
struggle. She opened her throat and let me slide further inside.
Taking me all in.
As I came,
I held still, pressed tightly against her lips
as I let out a long deep moan from the back of my throat. I glanced down at Angela who had a single tear streaming down her face but she wore a big proud smile.
I
buckled my pants and made my way out of the bedroom. Angela quickly
followed,
her hair in a knotted mess.

“You want to go out?” She asked as she ran her fingers through her
tangled
mane. I poured a shot and drank it down quickly.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” I replied coldly as I drank back another. Disappointment clouded the room as she slowly walked to the door and let herself out. I poured another drink and ran my hands through my hair. What the fuck was happening to me?
I made my way into the living room with my drink in hand. Settling in on one of the couches, I grabbed my laptop and began searching Emma Townsend. It
wasn’t
hard to find her. The first social network I had clicked on pulled up a full profile of her,
complete with pictures. The sight
of her made me immediately grow hard again.
I clicked on her bio. She had a small number of friends. A few happy birthday wishes on her page that she had recently responded too. It was her
birthday?
I thought of her sitting alone. I wondered if she had friends over, if her family was throwing her a party. I wanted to see the happiness on her face. I
don’t
know if it is the alcohol or my increasingly
stalkerish
behavior but I was growing nauseous. I drank back my shot and closed my laptop.

Chapter Three

I awoke late on my couch. I got up and quickly grabbed my things. Checking my watch
,
I knew if I
hurried,
I could make it to work
before Angela
.
She was the last person I wanted to see.
Well, a close second.
I took off my button up shirt and made my way into my room to grab a clean one.

I sped to work, hoping no one would be able to smell the lingering fragrance of alcohol on me.
I avoided the office, knowing as soon as Angela spotted me she
wouldn’t
leave me alone.

My classroom was empty and I took a moment to straighten myself up and shrug on my shirt. As I turned back towards the door
,
I could have sworn I saw Emma’s beautiful face staring back at me. As quickly as she appeared
,
she was gone.
I sunk down into my seat and rested my head in my hands. What was it about her? I barely knew her and she had turned my world completely on its axis. I was beginning to feel again and it scared the shit out of me. I was in no position to care about anyone.
Especially someone I did not even know.

The morning drug on and it felt like my first class would never begin.
As students began to file into the room I
noticed
Emma was among them. I had to look away so she
wouldn’t
see my smirk. Had she taken my warning seriously? Part of me wished she had been late to class so I had an excuse to keep her after
wards
. 
I’m
glad she wasn’t. As much as I wanted to be alone with her, I knew it
wasn’t
the best thing for her. I would allow myself to fantasize but that was as far as it could go.

“Take your seats. It’s time for a pop quiz.”
The room let out a collective groan. If a quiz was the worst part of their day, they could consider themselves lucky. The truth was I
wasn’t
sure I could fight off this hangover long enough to teach them anything.

I sat behind my desk and tried to do anything that would keep my mind off her. It was working for the most pa
rt until someone dropped a text
book loudly onto the wooden floor. My eyes immediately
met
hers. She held my gaze this time, not looking down. She was biting her lip and I was thankful I was sitting down and able to hide my growing wanting for her. I licked my lips and her cheeks burnt pink. I immediately began to shuffle through the papers on my desk. I would have to learn to be in her presence without letting her have this effect on me.
I was nothing more than a teacher to
her
. If she only knew the
things
I could teach her.