Honor Thy Teacher (4 page)

Chapter Five

I took Angela back to my place and told her I had a migraine. She offered to stay and take care of me but I assured her I would sleep it off.  After she had left, I checked the time. The movie would just be ending now. I poured a drink. I
couldn’t
get her off my mind.
I was starting to scare myself. She reminded me of who I used to be. Back before Abby had destroyed everything that I was. Abby was my math teacher in high school. She was the picture of perfection. She made me care about myself, my future. I fell for her quickly. I knew how easy it was for someone vulnerable to fall for someone in a position of power over
them
. I needed to be careful not to do that to Emma. Look what it got me. I lost the one person I had loved to greed. My father paid her to break my h
eart and she took the bait. The
saddest thing was our unborn child who was lost in the process. I poured another drink and slammed it back.

I
was too damaged
to ever be anything to anybody else. I barely knew Emma but she had awakened feelings in me I
hadn’t
known I was still capable of having. I
couldn’t
ever be
that person again. I
want
ed
to be that person again. I grabbed my phone and scrolled through the contacts. I hit the call button and waited for an answer.

“William, what are you doing? You can’t call me this late.” Angela’s hushed panicked tone brought me back to reality.
She
wasn’t
concerned about how I was feeling. She
didn’t
get butterflies at the sound of my voice. I was nothing to her. The feeling was mutual. I hung up the phone and tossed it on the couch.
I needed to get out of this fucking place.

I grabbed my keys and some cash and made my way downstairs to my car. I needed to regain control of myself. I needed to
be reminded
of what I was. I drove across town to the edge of the city. In a seedy strip mall that
had long been forgotten
to most, a few cars dotted the parking lot. I whipped behind the building and parked my car. As I walked across the dark lot, I hit the lock on my car and walked inside. The main lobby was
dimly lit and
three
woman
sat on their heels, heads bowed in a row
by the front desk.

“Mr. Honor. What a pleasure to see you, Sir.” The husky redhead behind the desk greeted me. I nodded politely as my eyes danced over the kneeling women.

“The usual Sir?”
She asked and my eyes shot up to meet hers. I nodded and made my way back the dimly lit corridor. I was in my element. I felt
whole
again inside these walls. I stopped in front of door three. A bulb glowed red just above the frame. I took a deep breath and stepped inside. I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off, draping it over a bench it the corner, followed by my under shirt. I slipped off my shoes and socks and slid them under the bench as well. I was ready. The door opened a few minutes later and a small framed
brunette
slipped inside. I immediately dropped to my knees;
resting on my hee
ls.

“Good boy.” She praised me. I took a deep breath and relaxed. My life thrived on having control and when I felt lost I handed that control over to someone else. It was therapeutic.

She walked around me, her finger running along my shoulders. She traced the lines of the tribal tattoo that wound its way down my arm. “You know what makes a good master, William?” She asked as she made her way to the front of me. I
didn’t
answer, didn’t look up at her. “You may respond.” I took a deep breath and thought about her question.

“I don’t think I know anymore.” I replied honestly. She bent over and grabbed my chin in her hand, jerking it up towards her.

“Respect” She said simply and let
go
of my face. She walked over to the shackles that hung from the corner of the room. “Come” She said. I rose to my feet and stared at the floor as I made my way to her. She grabbed my left arm and locked it into place above my head. “You respect me as your Mistress and give me control over you.” She grabbed my other arm and raised it above my head. “I respect you and would never do anything to you that you don’t want.” She continued as she clicked the cuff into place. “Not everyone will understand this lifestyle, William and not everyone is cut out for it.” She explained as she undid the buckle of my belt and slowly pulled it towards her.
She leaned in closer so I could feel her breath on my ear. “You are.”

For the next hour, she taunted and teased me until I remembered what it was like to have full control even when I was powerless at the hands of another. Our sessions never went any further than that. She would push me to the brink of pleasure without ever letting me fall over the edge. I felt renewed and
as if
I had a better
grasp
on
whom
I was again. Seeing things from a sub’s perspective made me a better
dom
.

Chapter Six

I awoke as a new man. I got up and made my way to the gym on 32
^nd
Street to start my morning. I had made my mind up that this evening, after work, I would start taking applications for a new official sub. I had tried my hand in the dating world but it was more of a hassle than anything
else
. I was still holding a lot of resentment towards Abby and just
didn’t
have the right mentality for anything other than a
dom
/sub relationship. Emma
had officially been removed
from my every waking thought.
So had Angela for that matter.
At least, that is the lie I told myself.

I ran through the showers in the locker room and headed over the bistro on the corner for some breakfast. I placed my order with the petite blonde
waitress
. There was nothing extraordinary about her. She was attractive, yes, but looked exhausted. Still, something about her caught my eye. As she tipped her head to fill my mug with coffee, I realized who she was. She was much different not kneeling naked in the middle of a lobby, but I was certain it was
her
.
When she glanced back at me her cheeks where pink and I knew that she had recognized me as well.
 

“Thank you.” I said as she finished.

“
You are welcome, Sir.” She replied
with a wicked grin
and turned to make her way behind the counter. Maybe I
wouldn’t
have to go through an application process after all.

Chapter Seven

I made my way to work early. I needed to see Emma and reassure myself that I felt nothing for her. She triggered something inside me that I still
hadn’t
worked through with Abby. That was it. That is what I told myself all morning. I also wanted to gauge her reaction towards me after the scene at the movies. I wanted to know that she
didn’t
care.

Angela was trying her hardest to corner me so we could talk. There was nothing to talk
about
. I
couldn’t
give her what she needed and she couldn’t give me what I needed. I
wasn’t
even sure myself what that was.

When it was finally time for Emma’s class
,
I sat at my desk, twirling my ruler out of habit. I watched the class slowly fill and there was no sign o
f her. For a moment, I had thought
she was running late so I could keep her after
class
. I quickly pushed that thought aside.
I eventually had to start the lesson.
My stomach
was
twisting
in knots. I just wanted to know she was okay.
I decided I was going to skip out of the last few classes of the day. I needed more time. My head still
wasn’t
right and Emma, present or not, was fucking me up beyond repair.

As I stepp
ed inside the office m
y eyes first locked on to Angela’s who was blushing and twirling her hair as she saw me. I smiled at her politely, all too aware of the smell of flowers that
consumed the air around us
. Emma. There was no escaping her. I made small talk with Angela and quickly turned to leave
the office
.

“You missed my class. Come see me after you are finished,”
I said, locking eyes with Emma.
My gaze dropped to the pink bandage around her arm. I knew if she came to my class that she understood what was going to happen. Part of me hoped she hated me and
didn’t
show. Just then, a light knock rattled through the door.

“Come in.” I
call
ed. Emma
opened
the door and walked inside. I began removing my
button up shirt
, leaving on my black undershirt. I folded it
and laid it over the back
of my
chair.
“What happened?” I asked, glancing down at her bandaged
hand.

“I had an accident.” She replied nervously, biting her lip. If she
didn’t
want this she would have ran by now.
She was screaming for discipline, for someone to take control in her life.

“I saw you at the t
heater yesterday
. That was…,” I said as my eyes danced up and down her body.

“Awkward” She replied, finishing my sentence. I
couldn’t
help but laugh.

“Unexpected” I corrected her.
Another lie.
“Ms. Townsend, do you remember what I said about being late to my class?” I asked, sitting down on the edge of my desk and waited for her response.
After a moment, I gestured for her to come closer. She sat her books on a desk in the front row.

“I’m really sorry. It has been a crazy morning and…”
She began to explain. I had no tolerance for excuses. I grabbed her quickly and bent her body over my desk. I brought my open hand down hard across her backside. Before she could protest, I brought it down again. I leaned over her, covering her body with mine.