Teachers Pet Ch. 02

Vincent stood, his shorts around his ankles in one swift movement as he climbed onto her bed. She shook her head, attempting to pull herself into a sitting position, but he grabbed her ankles and pulled her back down, spreading her legs wide open. She glanced down between them, attempting once more to squirm away but he reached down and jammed his thumb into the small wound on her chest, causing her to scream so forcefully it left her vision swimming with colored spots and her throat raw.

"Stop. Fighting. Me." he barked. He let out a groan as he plunged himself inside her, shuddering at the feel of her wet resistance. She could say she didn't want it all she liked; it didn't change the way her body responded to it. He set a leisurely pace, the ridge of his head rubbing just the right spot. Allie wasn't entirely sure if it was her G spot. If it wasn't, it was at least something close to it. He held his weight up with his arms, hips working that slow, lazy pace and Allie found herself driven nearly mad by it. She shook her head, as if denying it could somehow make it stop but the tightness low in her groin only wound tighter and tighter. Soon her hips were rocking back, betraying her as it desperately sought out the imminent orgasm and he bent down, trapping her in a kiss that stole her breath away as he picked up his pace. Every slam of his hips brought her closer and closer until it finally exploded, forcing her to scream out in ecstasy as he swallowed that to. When he finally pulled away, she was gasping, body trembling as he pulled out, making his way around the bed and started to stroke himself. She could feel the cooling puddle of her own juices beneath her, hear him stroking his rigid cock, wishing she could bury her face, and everything would go away.

Large fat tears rolled from the corner of her eyes, but it wasn't from the pain. It had felt good, too good. She heard his breath catch, the squelching sounds grew more frantic until he gave a strained groan, releasing himself all over her stomach and chest. The hot sticky fluids cooled swiftly, and knelt on the bed beside her head, pressing the tip against her lips. She turned her head further away appalled, not only by his actions, but by her body's response to them.

"Clean it off, you got it quite filthy Ms. S." Vincent seemed to take great pleasure referring to her as if she was still his teacher. She shook her head, receiving a small slap to the face and he prodded again.

"C'mon, don't make me tell you again." Allie opened her mouth but kept her eyes closed and tried her best not to cringe when he shoved himself in.

"Now lick it." She dragged her tongue up and down his shaft, the slight salty taste wasn't pleasant, but it was hardly the worst. When he felt he was clean enough he pulled away and began walking back towards the end of the bed.

Vincent lifted the black duffel bag from the end of her bed, setting it on the mattress between her feet, then began putting his shorts back on.

"Where are you going?" He looked back at her and smiled charmingly.

"To clean up the mess you made in the kitchen. Don't go anywhere now." And then she was alone. The second he was out of sight she pushed herself into a sitting position, studying the handcuffs. They had already been hooked to the bed frame, which meant he had already been there, waiting for her. The handcuffs were not the kind you found at Lovers, with the safety switch, these were the real deal. She tried to squeeze her fingers together and slide her hand through, usually her hands were small enough she could get them in and out of many tiny places, but the metal was just too tight.

She could hear him rustling about in her kitchen, the sound of running water gave her the impression he was cleaning. Which means no evidence. She had high doubts he was going to leave his cum all over her chest, how was she going to prove him the culprit? Would the police take her word for it? Would her wounds be enough to paint the narrative? Because he had a few of his own, question was would that work for, or against her? It didn't take long for Vincent to clean, and upon his return he had a black garbage bag filled with rags, her sweats and his blood-soaked t-shirt. He sat down beside her, grinning from ear to ear as he returned his attention back towards her pussy. His hands were cold, and she prayed they weren't covered in cleaning chemicals as he thrust his fingers back inside her.

"Thought I'd give you a break, but I found myself missing you." Her legs instinctively closed, but one dark look and she reluctantly opened them again. This other hand moved towards her clit while he plunged his digits over and over.

"Tell me how much you like this." Allie shook her head in refusal, biting her lower lip. Vincent's eyes lit up at the hint of defiance and he climbed onto the bed, settling himself between her legs, his hands holding them apart by her thighs.

"Resistance gets you nowhere, Ms. S. You will submit to me." His hands worked their devil magic, sparking that need inside her that no amount of squirming could save her from. The muscles in her abdomen tightened as she felt herself climbing higher and higher. Just as she felt herself tipping on the edge of oblivion, Vincent immediately pulled his hands away leaving her with an ache that began to consume her. She tried to close her legs and ease the throbbing want between them, but Vincent kept his grip on her thighs, holding them open to the cool bedroom air, nearly making her weep.

"You don't get to cum until you beg me for it." He had an impish, arrogant smile plastered on his face. He reached into his duffel bag, pulling out a clean washcloth and began wiping up the mess he'd left on her chest, tossing it into the garbage bag, before cupping her breasts in both hands. His mouth was hot as he brought it closer, tongue flickering out like a serpent, enticing a string of curses. Her hips flexed, but he ignored her feeble attempts and continued his assault. The harder he sucked on them the deeper the desire seemed to grow, absorbing every thought. Allie shook her head, trying to think of a million other things to dampen the ardent longing he'd managed to stir.

He was erect, straining against the fabric of his basketball shorts but he didn't waver. Maybe if she gave in and begged he would do his business and leave. The longer she prolonged it, the longer he was going to stay.

"P-Please." she whispered. He stopped his manipulations and met her teary gaze.

"Please what, teach?" she swallowed past the lump in her throat, she could do this.

"Fuck me." she managed to mutter, face burning in shame.

"I think I can manage that." The shorts were discarded before she could blink, and he met no resistance as he sheathed himself inside her. Her heels dug into the mattress as she tilted her hips to take him deeper.

"Mmmm, someone's eager." She was so close she could almost taste it, but just as she felt herself teetering on the cusp, he stopped. Slowed down and she wanted to scream out her frustration. He was going to drive her mad, it felt almost as though she was touching a live wire. Every muscle tightened; her pelvis gyrated as it attempted to seek that which Vincent continued to deny her.

He was teasing her, and he was enjoying every minute of it.

"You only get to cum when I tell you to. Nod if you understand me." he whispered directly in her ear. She nodded as his thrusts became faster, pulling himself out slowly before letting his hips drop, using gravity to slam them against; her stealing her breath with every plunge.

"Are you close? Are you going to cum for me, Allie?" She whimpered, hands pulling desperately against the handcuffs. He held his hands around her throat, squeezing just enough to remind her of his strength but not enough to damage.

"Tell me when you're close."

"I'm close." He used his grip to pull her into his thrusts and Allie seized while pleasure exploded through her; leaving her body and mind floating. She could feel his climax as he filled her with his hot seed, and she had a moment of panic. She wasn't on birth control; she had no reason to be taking it since she wasn't dating anybody. She knew a quick trip to the pharmacy could solve that problem. Surely Vincent had to know the importance of protection, didn't he? He pulled himself away, her heavy legs laid there uselessly.

She could feel him softening, their mixed fluids now leaking out beneath her and the only sound to be heard was their heavy breathing and her racing heartbeat. He slid out from between her legs and stretched out beside her, leaning up on his elbow as he pushed several strands of hair from her face.

"Are you aware of how tight you grip me when I talk dirty to you?" Allie blushed and looked away, reminding herself that she was simply biding her time. If she was compliant, maybe he would let his guard down. He seemed confident that fear alone would be enough to keep her in place and she had to admit to herself he wasn't wrong. He had proven that he wasn't playing around. So, what if he discovered she went to the police before they arrested him? Would they arrest him?

"What are you thinking about?" She turned her attention back to him.

"How many before me?" He scowled.

"It doesn't matter. I grew bored of them." Her mouth went dry, but she forced herself to ask the next question.

"And what happens when you grow bored of me?" There was a distant look in his eyes as he cupped her face.

"Let's hope we never have to find out."

His words brought her no comfort, but she was certain they weren't meant to. Vincent seemed to feed off the fear. He kissed her once more before reaching up and unlocking the handcuffs folding them up neatly and tucking them into his duffel bag. He glanced at his watch, then back down at his prey.

"C'mon, time to clean up." He held out his hand and Allie was half tempted to slap it away. Instead she swallowed her pride and accepted it, allowing him to pull her to her feet and towards the bathroom. It was silent between them as he started the water, testing the temperature until he found the one he liked. He didn't speak, he snapped his fingers and pointed to the tub as he pulled a small Ziploc baggie from his pocket, pouring the contents into the water.

"What the hell was that?"

"Epsom salt with a little bit of lavender, it helps you relax." She was suspicious, but what choice did she really have? The bathroom was a little on the small side. Expanding it was on the list of improvements she wanted for the house, just not near the top. There was maybe two or three feet between the tub, the toilet and sink. If you stood in the middle of the room, you could reach all three by simply leaning over far enough. Or at least Vincent could, being a bit on the smaller side, it had felt more spacious to her. She stepped into the tub and gritted her teeth, the water was nearly scalding, but she supposed that was the point. Why would he start being nice now?

She whimpered as the water reached her wounds, instantly stinging as if she'd rubbed the salt directly in them. He left her there, sitting in the tub, listening to the sounds of the water running. When he returned, he dropped in a scrub brush. It wasn't the kind you find in the shower aisle; this was the kind you found with the cleaners. The bristles were plastic, but they were tough, and tears threatened to spill as he knelt beside the tub. He hadn't made her shower last time, but she also didn't recall him cumming inside her the first time either.

"If I don't think you're scrubbing good enough, I'll simply take over. Don't forget to scrub underneath your nails." She picked up the brush, gritted her teeth and began to scrub until her entire body was a light shade of pink, her skin raw, some of the wounds bleeding fresh. She was utterly drained, eyelids heavy and her only thoughts were of sleep. She could deal with the rest tomorrow, right now she just wanted to close her eyes and drift off, if the universe was merciful enough, there would be no dreams.

"There is hope for you yet." He took the scrub brush and drained the tub. He instructed her to remain there, and she watched the tiny cyclone swirl as the bath water was sucked down the drain. The tub had been emptied long enough that she began to shiver from the chilly air settling against her wet body. When he finally returned, he wrapped her in a towel and helped her out of the tub. She moved on auto pilot as he led her back to her room, where her bed had already been remade.

"I cannot afford to keep losing my clothes or my bedsheets..." she announced as she climbed beneath the covers, not bothering to rummage for a night gown. Vincent tucked her in, sitting on the edge of the bed as he rested his hand on her shoulder.

"I'll take care of that; you get some rest. Got school bright and early tomorrow." He kissed her forehead and the last thing she saw was his back as he picked up his black duffel bag and walked out.

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Allie woke with a jolt, heart racing as her eyes swept the room. She glanced at the clock; it was only 4AM. The house was eerily silent, and she pulled the covers back around her and forced herself out of bed, wincing as her skin pulled the newly formed scabs. The one he had twisted hurt the most now that the endorphins had down, but she pushed past it and padded her way towards the kitchen. Again, the smell of bleach grew strong as she approached and found her kitchen cleaner than it had been before. He really wasn't taking any chances, she thought to herself. Surely her word would be enough, she had the wounds; although so did he. What if they didn't believe her? Sure, he was bigger, but she was the adult, the one who was supposed to be in charge. She started a fresh pot of coffee before wandering back into her room, tossing open her closet doors. She froze when she saw it, hanging on the inside of her closet door was a new robe. There was no mistaking who it was from with the bow tied neatly on the hanger.

She grabbed the card anyways and turned it over to read.

Allie~

It's a shame to cover that lovely body, but I am a man of my word

~V

The robe was hardly a robe at all. It was sheer and light blue. She mind as well wear nothing at all. Her last robe had been perfect, it wasn't too thick, it was soft and warm. The tears were pouring down her face before she could stop them and in a fit of rage, she ripped the robe down, and tried desperately to tear it apart. She didn't want his gifts, she didn't want his nice words, or anything else from him. The fabric was a little harder to destroy than she initially thought, and she ended up tossing it across the room with a scream. Him buying her things didn't bode well for her either. No, they had to believe her! They just had to because there was no way she was going to be able to endure any more visits. It was settled, she was going to the police station and she was going to turn him in. They would have to keep her safe until he was behind bars. And if they don't put him behind bars? She dragged herself up off the floor and shuffled through her closet for something decent to wear, which ended her with slacks and a shirt. She had planned on returning to school today, but she called in for what she hoped was the last time. But if she was being honest with herself, she wasn't even sure if she could return to that school again. Not when all she had to do is close her eyes and she could picture him in the corner with his sketchpad and charcoal.

She argued back and forth with herself as she poured a thermos of coffee and hopped into her car, grateful to still be alone. The drive into town didn't take long as it wasn't a large town to begin with. But even as she began fishing out change for the meter, she started to have doubts. She pushed herself forward, dropping in a few quarters. Her knees began to quake as she approached the door. There were only a few cars parked outside, Middlesbrough Police on the side of them. Allie began to pace outside the police station, her mind locked in her internal struggle. Her hand reached for the handle for the millionth time only to pull away and continue pacing. She wanted to report him, but every time her hand curled around the doorknob, a sharp jolt of terror ripped through her. What if they didn't believe her? Vincent is bigger. But she was the authority figure, he could claim he was forced into the arrangement, that I threatened to fail him. And now with that giant gash on his side, they'd have cause to believe him. The other students could contest to the extra attention she had been giving him, which she had only given in an attempt for him to come a little out of his shell. And look what came out when you did. Her other option wasn't much better.

Allow him to continue to assault her? To violate her in own her grandmother's home?! Now every time she looked at her kitchen, she would be imagining him stapling her instead of all the times she made cookies with her gran. At least if she reported him, there was a chance it would stop. Steeling herself, she made her last trip up the stairs and pushed past the front doors. The lobby was quiet and empty, an officer sat at the front desk, a Times magazine in his hands. He set it aside when he noticed her arrival and she forced herself to close the distance.

"Hello, how can I help you today?"

"I-I need to speak with an officer, a lady officer if possible."

"In regard to what, Ma'am?"

"I was R-..."

"Uncle Rick!" a voice shouted from across the lobby and she nearly collapsed on the spot. She shook her head, it couldn't be! Maybe if she didn't turn around, she could pretend he wasn't there.

"Vincent! Good to see you! Why aren't you in school?"

"Free period. Happens when you're on the honor roll."

"Why don't you have a seat? I'll be with you in just a moment." She gripped the counter tightly to keep the world from spinning. She kept her eyes forward, glancing at the officer's name tag. Miller. Not Dethridge.

His mother had remarried, maybe Vincent had taken his stepfather's last name. She clutched her purse to her chest where her fully charged taser rested, not that it had done her any good. She felt as though she was frozen in some nightmare, only she couldn't seem to wake up.

"Ms. S!? What brings you here?" Allie turned around slowly, her entire stomach-turning sour.

"Hello, Vincent!" She smiled, but inside it felt as though the air had been sucked from her lungs. She was caught, red-handed; no lie was going to get her out of this one. Her lips tingling in memory of when she had simply threatened to tell, he had been so close to stapling her lips. He had promised death, and suffering. And now here she was, standing at the counter about to report him anyways.

"You alright Ma'am? You went a little white."

"Yes, I'm alright."

"Ms. S here is my Art teacher," Vincent announced. He walked straight up to the counter, ignoring the request from his Uncle to sit down. The look in his eyes dared her to follow through.

"So, what do you think? My Nephew got any talent? He's been drawing for as long as I can remember. I'm just glad it's on paper and not walls anymore." Miller reached out to mess his nephew's hair, causing Vincent to playfully push his hand away. His face lit up, and for a moment he was nothing other than a carefree high school student. That was the image he was displaying, and he played it very well.

"He's gifted really. I think if he applied himself just a little more, he could really turn it into a career."

"You've really helped me sharpen my skills Teach." He threw his arm across her shoulders and gave her a friendly squeeze. To everyone else, he was maybe pushing some boundaries, but it was harmless. When he smiled, his entire face lit up and she almost couldn't see the Vincent from the night before.