Honor Thy Teacher (3 page)

Time sped back up and the class ended before I knew it. I was careful not to meet her gaze as she dropped off her paper and made her way outside of the room. Fuck.
I waited for the halls to clear before heading off to the men’s room. I splashed some cold water on my face and avoided my reflection. I
couldn’t
get her out
of my mind. I grew uncomfortably
hard against my zipper. I slipped my hand down the waist of my pants and readjusted myself. The slightest touch caused a shockwave to ripple through my body. I wanted it to be her hand. I wanted to feel her against me. I gripped myself tighter as I throbbed against my fingers.

The sudden sound of muffled laughter echoed through the walls.
I pulled myself from my fantasy and splashed some more water on my face. The laughing grew louder and I realized it was from the adjoining bathroom. I slipped out into the hallway and liste
ne
d for a moment. The faint smell of marijuana filled the air.

“Girls” I called out in a commanding tone. The giggling ceased immediately. After a moment of whispering, the door finally opened. I almost fell over as I saw Emma staring back at me. She looked terrified but quickly gave way to another fit of laughter. I
don’t
know what upset me more, her blatant disregard for herself or the fact that she laughed in my face. I clenched my jaw as I tried desperately not to slip into my
dom
mentality.
“Emma? You think this is funny?”
I narrowed my eyes at her and waited for a response. She stopped laughing and shook her head no, throwing herself off balance. I grabbed her arm and pulled her towards my classroom, hoping no one had seen her. Was she trying to ruin her life?
“You’re lucky I don’t have a class this period.”
I pulled her inside the room and closed the door, making sure I drew the blind on the window. She sobered up immediately. She looked scared. I
didn’t
want her to be afraid of me. I needed to calm down. She
wasn’t
my concern.
If she screwed up her entire life that had nothing to do with me.
I ran my hands through my hai
r and took a moment to calm myself
.
I grabbed my ruler and spun it in my hands, trying to decide where to go from here. She bit her lip as she eyed the ruler nervously. Did she know what I wanted to do with it? “Stop biting your lip.” I
said angrily and slappe
d the ruler on the desk. She
jumped
at the loud crack, causing her to bite harder. A thin trail of crimson dotted her pouty lip. Fuck. I had made her hurt herself. She really was scared of me.

“I’m sorry.”
She said quietly as her fingers touched her lip.
She
was
sorry?
I had caused her to hurt herself and she was apologizing to me. I walked towards her slowly, not wanting to alarm her. I needed to be closer to her, to make her feel at ease. I reached my hand up and slowly ran my fingers over her bloodied lip.

“
Breathe
” I whispered, leaning in closer. She pulled me to her like a magnet and I was not a strong enough man to resist.
We stood painfully close to each other, as time seemed to stop in her presence.
I
couldn’t
be sure but I thought she felt it too.
Suddenly a loud ringing broke the spell.
I dug my phone from my pocket.
Angela was calling to make plans for tonight. I could barely hear her over the thudding of my heart in Emma’s presence. I watched her as she watched me. Her cheeks a slight touch of rose as she bit at her lip out of nervous habit. I narrowed my eyes at her and she quickly released it from her teeth.
A natural submissive.
I grew hard again at the thought. She turned and wandered around the room allowing me a moment of privacy to end my phone call. I let Angela know I
wasn’t
feeling up to doing anything.
Not her at least.

I walked quietly up behind Emma, who was looking over some posters that hung on the far wall.

“You should get to your next class.” I whispered in her ear as I drank in her flowery scent. She did not turn to face me. 

“So, I’m not in trouble?”
She asked. If I
didn’t
know any better, there was disappointment in her voice.

“I didn’t say that.”
I
couldn’t
keep from grinning. She breathed deeply and nodded her head.

“Yes, Sir”
She replied as she grabbed her books and made her way back out into the hall.
I ran my hands through my hair and laughed at myself. What the fuck was I doing? What the fuck was she doing to me?
I slipped my hand inside the waist of my pants and readjusted myself. I knew exactly what she was doing to me. I walked out into the hall to clear my head. Emma stood talking with some friends, no doubt the ones who left her hanging, at the end of the hall.

“Get to class, Ladies.” I called out. Her friends quickly scattered but Emma paused to look back at me. Her bright green eyes locked onto mine before she turned to make her way to her next class. I stepped back inside my room. I needed to get a grip on myself before I did something I would regret. She would regret. I swung at a stack of papers on my desk, sending them flying around me.
If Emma did like me, she
wouldn’t
once she found out what kind of man I really was. I was incapable of getting close to anyone. I would use her and when she got too close, I would hurt her. I had done it countless times before to countless women. The difference was those women where no better than me. They lied, they cheated, and the used me as much as I used them. Emma was not like them. She did not deserve to be treated that way and I
wasn’t
sure it was possible for me to treat her any differently. Even if I could, what would she say when she saw the kind of things I really liked to do? She would be disgusted. I ran my hands through my hair and slammed them down onto the desk. I had gotten close enough, too close in fact. I needed her to know it could never go anywhere. I
wasn’t
stupid. I had been with my share of woman. I knew what was going on in her mind. She wanted me, but she wanted more of me than I could ever give.

The next few classes went by painfully slow. As the day ended
,
I made my way out into the hall, watching as everyone filed by. Then I spotted her and everyone else seemed to fade into the background. Emma was staring directly at me as her friends clung to her side. They were making plans to go out to the movies later that night. Emma agreed to meet them and I shot her a quick smile before slipping back inside my room to grab my things. If she did like me
,
she
wouldn’t
after tonight.

Chapter Four

I made my way home through the crowd of traffic as ‘Something I Can Never Have’ echoed through the speakers of my car. Once again, I felt alone. Any happiness I had felt the past few days was gone. Emma would never look at me in any way other than a teacher after tonight.

I made my way upstairs and quickly poured a drink. I drank it down and repeated the ritual a few more times before grabbing my phone and calling Angela.

“I knew you couldn’t resist me.” She purred. My stomach turned.
I really needed to make time next week to find myself a sub but for tonight Angela would do for what I needed.

“Want to go out?” She
didn’t
respond immediately and I contemplated hanging up.

“Yes!” She practically shouted and I realized that taking her out for something other than a public fuck was leading her on even more. I
didn’
t
care.

“Great. Be here in a few hours. Movie starts at eight.”

“Want me to come by early? Maybe have a little fun first?” She asked.
I thought about it. I had no reason not to continue to sleep with Angela, especially since I was planning to make Emma never want to look my way again.

“I can’t. I have some things to take care of first.” I lied. I ended the call and poured myself another drink.
‘
My dreams aren’t as empty as my conscience seems to be
’
. The lyric played
over and over
in my head, taunting me.
I needed to remind myself why I
didn’t
want to
fall for Emma. Aside from
protecting her from me, I needed to protect myself. I made my way into my room and pulled open my dresser drawer. Tucked away between the clothes was a picture of my ex-wife, Abby. She once was the most beautiful
woman in the world to me, but
now all I felt was hatred when I looked at her. She had chosen money over me, over our family. My eyes began to blur at the sudden memories that flooded my head.
Never again.
I slid the picture back into the drawer and got ready for the night.

After a quick shower, I drank a few more shots. I took the elevator up to the next floor to remind myself of who I was. The room was dark and uninviting, a playground for a dom. Perhaps I would bring Angela up here. Who knows, maybe she
wouldn’t
be that opposed to it and if she was, who cares? She was a dime a dozen.

I heard the doorbell echo throughout the building. I made my way back to my main floor and answered the door. Angela
was beaming. I grabbed my wallet and ushered her outside before she could try to squeeze in a quickie.

“What are we going to see?” She asked as she placed her hand on my thigh. I glanced down at her hand and over to her. She drew back her arm quickly. I needed to calm down. Why was I wound so tight? Maybe a quickie
wouldn’t
have been such a bad idea.

“Slash” I said, avoiding her gaze.

“Well, you may have to hold me tight if I get scared.” I could hear the hopefulness in her voice. Maybe this was a bad idea.

We pulled into the theater a good ten minutes before the previews. I
paid for our tickets and we made our way inside. The theater was still empty so I chose a spot in the back row so I could watch as everyone filed in. Just before the lights dimmed, I spotted Emma. She was wearing a tight black dress and fuck me heels. Her hair was curled and all I could think about was wrapping my fingers in it. The lights dimmed and the previews began to play. Angela snuggled in closer to me and I
didn’t
pull away. It was nice to have the contact, even if I wished it
was
with someone else.

The movie
wasn’t
as terrible as I had thought it would be. After a while, I
was sucked
in to the plot, anxious to see what would happen next. I noticed some commotion up
front
as Emma stood and tried to make her way through the crowd. It was now or never. I grabbed Angela and slipped out of the back exit into the hall. I pulled her up against the wall and began kissing her. She
didn’t
protest. I teased my way down her neck as she smacked me playfully on the chest. As my lips met hers, I opened my eyes to glance past her and my gaze immediately fell on Emma. She bit her lip and for a moment
,
I wished I
wouldn’t
have come.
I wanted so badly for my lips to be on hers. She looked hurt and I knew without a doubt that she had felt what I had. She disappeared into the restroom and I used the time to get myself out of there. She had seen enough to know I
wasn’t
worth her time.