Someone's review made me realise that I may have confused some people about how long Ana is at college a day and how many courses she takes. I know it is set in America but I'm unsure of how college works there but in the UK we choose one course and take it all week for about six hours a day, so that's what Ana is doing, she's taking one course and doing it every day for six hours or so. Sorry if this annoys you and sorry for any confusion. Thanks for the reviews xxx
Ana's POV
My happiness was short lived; as soon as I arrived home I had to encourage my mum into bed. I literally waved a bottle of brandy in front of her face so she'd follow me. Which I'm not proud of. If I could get her to stop I would but she won't even acknowledge my presence unless she wants me to buy her more drink.
We used to be so close, we would do everything together, but as soon as dad passed away a few years ago she just shut off, she's done everything to forget her own existence and I've had to take the role of mother. To say the situation has made my life more stressful is an understatement. I have no time to go out with friends-not that I have many- and just be young. Last year my 'best friend' Kate pretty much gave up on trying to get me out and I don't really see her except for the quick glance as we pass in the corridor. I don't miss her, because as soon as things got complicated she fled instead of actually being there for me. Her idea of a good time was getting pissed and whoring herself around, which in my book makes her a shitty friend anyway.
Now though I have someone who can fill the hole in my heart, someone already precious to me. I'm not sure what's going to happen or how it will happen but I'm going to spend as much time with Mr Grey as I can. I know it seems stupid to have so many feeling for someone I've really only spoke to once but I can't help it, I don't want to. He sent me into some form of heaven which had nothing to do with sex. Well maybe a little bit, but his presence and the sweet words he said just... there are no words for how good he made me feel. I'll never forget the sharp sting across my behind that set me free of any emotional turmoil even if it was only for a little while. It's weird but I don't care.
Falling onto my bed I think over what happened today and the smile from earlier returns to my face. I remember Mr Grey asking me to see him over the weekend and it grows wider, my face beaming. Tomorrow is Friday which would usually be my least favourite day of the week because I knew I wouldn't see him for two whole days, but this time I will see him and hopefully whatever we do has him straining against his suit trousers like earlier. I want him to make me forget about everything again but this time with something other than his hand. A shiver runs through me at the thought. I can just imagine him reciting my favourite romantic extracts as he moves inside me.
Sliding my hand down my body I slip my fingers beneath the waist band of my underwear, I can't help but circle my clit imagining it were his long fingers...
Christian's POV
I don't think I've ever been this hard. The images of her bent over my knee begging me for more are doing nothing to help my situation as I drive home. I'm so glad she let me spank her, I could never hurt her but I knew she would enjoy it just as much as I did. I knew she would need it as much as I did.
When she dismissed my compliments stating none of them were true it made me so fucking mad. I wanted to drag her all the way to my playroom and make her believe the truth. How couldn't she see how beautiful, smart she was. God she was so much more than that and I had to make sure she knew it. From the day she walked into my classroom I wanted her, it wasn't just her beauty that reeled me in but the amount of passion I saw radiating from her as I spoke of the classic art of literature. I'd never seen anyone so absorbed.
It was upon closer inspection that I noticed something hiding just behind her eyes. Something I imagine is hidden in mine. Pain, so much pain. All I wanted to do was help but I knew that if I pursued the need raging inside me I could jeopardise my career but more importantly her chance at having one. Not to mention the fact that she is so innocent, how could someone like me be worthy of her, I could corrupt her so easily.
None of those things stopped me, the moment she gave me an excuse to have her alone I pounced. I couldn't stay away any longer. I rationalised by telling myself I would make sure we never got caught because it would kill me if I ruined her life in any way.
The happiness that surged through me when I realised she wanted me too was amazing. I made sure both of us felt good with the resources I had then her lips hit mine and I was lost in complete bliss. Perfection.
I'm not sure how she's going to react to my playroom or to everything I have to tell her. I just hope she doesn't run. I want her in my red room but I want so much more, more than I've ever wanted from anyone. I want her to know me and for me to know her. I want to show her my world and make her happy any way I can because there is nothing like watching a carefree smile spread across her face. I know we can make each other feel nothing but bliss, I know this because every time I touch her that's exactly what I feel.
Pulling into my drive, I step out of my car and jog to the door. Flinging it open I whip my head around wildly trying to decide the best place to relief myself. I have a choice of six bathroom and so many bedrooms that I've lost count. There is also a library, swimming pool and quite a few games rooms , not to mention my playroom.
I stand still for a moment scanning the area, my foyer it grand, covered in marble flooring and the last of the days sunlight shinning in from the floor to ceiling glass windows. Finally my eyes land on the archway leading into my library. I wanted it to be the first thing people saw as they walk into my mansion like home so the arc is in the centre of the wall opposite the front door. Making my love of literature blindingly obvious.
I march forward through the arc and through myself on the first thing I see- my favourite brown leather sofa. I sink into it breathing in the smell of old books which cover every wall surrounding me. I feel so close to Anastasia in here because of our shared passion. Which is why it's the perfect place to let thoughts of her in every possible position flow freely in my mind as I tear down my zipper.
I grip myself tightly before starting to move my hand up and down imagining my hand was hers or maybe her mouth sucking me as she kneels on the floor, head bobbing furiously. I hear a groan escape me at the thought. It would be a beautiful sight. It would be even more beautiful to watch her ride me and see her fall apart above me or beneath me or in front of me.
I pump my hand faster groaning furiously. My head sinks back into the cushions behind me and I'm assaulted with so many possibilities. What about having her tied up in my playroom, whipping her, pleasuring her with my head between her thighs, my tongue buried inside her as all she can is scream my name.
A familiar feeling starts to build in the pit of my stomach and I become wild, thrusting my hips up into my hand. My other fist grips a handful of the sofa as my orgasm rips through me and I shout out her name. One final image of her wrapped around me naked, safe in my arms flits through my mind and I close my eyes and catch my breath.
Ana's POV
The next day I get to class in plenty of time so not many people are in their seats. As soon as Mr Grey sees me, he gives me the smallest of smiles from where he sits at his desk. I try to return it without showing too much excitement but I feel myself grin as he gazes back, his grey eyes full of promise and glazed over as he takes in my skinny jeans and tight T.
As I take my seat I thank the people in Italy for making such beautiful suits. Today he has chosen black with a white shirt and red tie, it's fitted perfectly- no change there- and I can see his muscles moving underneath as he stands. His hair has a mind of its own as always and I wonder if he even tries to tame it.
More and more people stroll into class until the room is full and I sit back and wait for him to begin.
For the whole lesson I sit totally possessed with the sound of his voice. I take in every word, every sigh and every growl of annoyance and anger as Jason finally gets caught on his phone, I can't help but snigger and as soon as Mr Grey turns his gaze on me I shut up although I can see the amusement behind his eyes. I continue enraptured until the last hour, because that's when I realise I have no idea how we will see each other this weekend. He hasn't told me to stay after class, he doesn't know my mobile number or where I live so how will we meet up? I feel panic rise inside me as I go through every possible reason and scenario but I keep ending up in the same place... Maybe this was all just a joke to him, he probably had a bet with his colleagues to see if he could reel in a student. These thoughts make me feel like shit. I don't know if it's true but why would he every really want to spend time with me, when he could have any beautiful woman.
As soon as he dismisses the class a while later I fly out of my seat and get through the door before anyone else. I don't dare glance in his direction for fear of seeing the laughter in his face. I've been so stupid.
Weaving through everyone in the corridor rushing to get home, I make a bee- line for the girls toilets. There is no way I can go home yet.
I sink down to the floor inside one of the foul smelling cubicles after I check no one was here. I feel the tears starting to bubble inside my through until they take liquid form and pour from my eyes like an unstoppable river. I'm so naive it's ridiculous, I really should listen to my head more instead of my vagina and hopelessly romantic heart. Now is the time to learn a good lesson and move on. I have to be strong because I'm the adult in my family of two and I won't be broken on some one time dry hump.
Standing I walk over to one the grimy mirrors and take a good look at myself. I look like shit to say the least but with a quick slash of water to my face most people won't even notice I've been crying but that's probably because most people don't give a shit. With one more determined glance at myself I shove open the door and storm out... right into a brick wall. My first thought stupidly is who put that there but I quickly get my answer as I move my eyes skyward to focus on a pair of very pissed of grey ones. He's pissed? Well so am I!
"What do you want?", I growl trying to seem indifferent about his proximity.
"Don't you dare speak to me in that tone, Miss Steele!", his voice is ten times more intimidating than mine and my eyes immediately hit the floor. God not only am I naive but so so weak. That what a life like mine gets you, no matter how hard you try to be strong and independent it all comes crashing down with a few stern words from a hot teacher, who's voice is full of sensual promise. Promise to take away all the pain.
"I'm sorry, Sir", my voice is a whisper and I only address him in such a way because I know he likes it so very much. I can feel the power rolling off of him as if it were a tangible thing and all I can do is bend to it... because I want to. I know I can hand over all the control and he will take it gladly, he will free me from any responsibility, worry or stress because all I have to do it follow his instruction instead of having to give it. I should hate myself for being this way but being the one not having to worry about decisions is just too tempting.
"Look at me god damn it", he grasps my chin and I wrench my eyes away from his shiny shoes. His eyes blaze with so many emotions it's hard to choose which one he is feeling the most. Until his body visibly relaxes and his eyes go from dark to light, his concern evident. He reaches forward to tuck an errant piece of hair behind my ear. Immediately I whip my head around in search for anyone. If we get caught so much as gazing at each other in a lustful way he could lose his job.
"It's okay, everyone's gone, I made sure of it. I would never jeopardize your education". My eyes land back on him in shock.
"My education?", I say incredulously. "What about your job!"
"You are more important, believe me" , he smiles and I melt inside, almost loosing the ability to speak... almost.
"But-"
"Stop! We can talk about that later but right now I want to know why you were crying", his voice goes from sweet to inquisitive in a second and his arms fold across his chest, eyebrows raised.
Shit! Teacher mode!
"Um.. I wasn't , just..um...", I have no idea what to say especially when I know he knows I'm lying straight from the first word.
"Don't bull shit me, Ana. I told you not to lie to me, especially when it comes to why your crying. I won't have you upset".
"I'm sorry... I just... can we go somewhere else, I don't feel comfortable just standing here".
He takes a look around as if just remembering where he is.
"Of course, I'll give you a ride home and you can tell me on the way"
"I just live five minutes away, you don't nee-", he cuts me off and grabs my hand pulling me in the direction of the exit.
"You better talk fast then huh?"
Once we're in the now empty car park I scan the area searching for a vehicle. I don't see any until I look really far right and my eyes land on the most beautiful car I've ever seen. Surely it can't be his.
Just as the thought leaves me I'm being pulled in the direction of the sleek black Audi R8 , my mouth hangs open and I wonder how the hell he can afford it on a teacher's salary.
"You like?", he chuckles at my expression and all I can do is nod as I take my seat in the oh so soft leather seat. I almost groan. He lands in the seat beside me a few seconds later and starts the engine then he glances over to me a serious look on his face.
"Talk, now"
And I do. I tell him exactly how I felt sitting in his class and how much worse I felt sitting in the disgusting toilet cubicle. He listens not saying a words but I can see from the corner off my eye he's pissed again. When I tell him about not having any way to contact him he's just pulling up to my house and he finally speaks.
"Now I know where you live. Give me your phone."
I search frantically in my bag until I find it and hand it over to him. I watch as he punches in some numbers then passes it back.
"Now you have my number, give me a text and I'll have yours too", with that he moves forward and attacks my lips fast and hard. He's gone just as fast as he came and I'm left wanting more.
"Now you have my DNA, happy?", he growls and I know he's still mad at me for doubting him, for thinking he would hurt me like that. Hopefully I'll pay for that tomorrow.
I nod in reply smiling slightly and I see his lips curl up slightly as he sends me away with one last sentence.
"Now get the hell out of my car".
"Yes, Sir".
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I've changed this story so it's set in Scotland because it makes it easier for me to write. Thanks to TheLightningStar.