Okay, so I just couldn't leave the cliffhanger, I couldn't I'm sorry. I really wanted to but, whatever. Consisder this my bday present to you. Now, it's really cold outside, so hopefully this will warm you up.
Please, read, review and Enjoy responsibly.
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He stalks towards me, keeping his eyes on mines, never wavering, not even once. I can't take mines off of him.
He stops when he's only a few centimeters away from me.
He whispers to me, in a low feral growl that touché me so deep and hard that I almost orgasm on the spot.
"Mine."
I clutch my knees together, my underwear growing steady damp, my heart racing. I want to look away but I can't. I can hear my breathing loud and clear, it's rapid and uneven.
He grips the back of my head tightly, pulling on my hair, my scalp screams in agony. He advances on my lips with furious passion, snatching them between his teeth as he pulls on them. It hurts, but there's something about being in pain, pain caused by him. It turns me on, it revs my engines. I guess I like things a bit rough.
He pushes me away from him, and I try to keep the smile from my lips, knowing that smiling will only serve to make him angrier. It's a good thought, but not now. Not while we're at school.
He loosens his tie, pulling it off his neck, stalking towards me with the devil in his eyes. He grabs my hand and ties the tie tightly around it. He kneels and ties the other end to the foot of the desk. He gets up and leaves me, going to his desk to grab his briefcase. He opens it and grabs his spare tie that he always have incase he stains the one he's wearing.
He comes back to me, and ties me to the desk with that tie. They both dig painful into my skin, turning the area red. I struggle slightly against the bonds, testing them. They're tight and secure. He stalks around me, kicking the chair from the desk and shoving another desk against the one I'm currently tied to.
He sits me up on the desk and pushes down, letting his hands trail my body, fingering the buttons of my shirt. He leaves my shirt and moves down to my skirt. He places his hot hands on my thighs, rubbing them up and down the length of my thighs.
He fingers the waistband of my skirt and yanks it down abruptly, leaving my bare and exposed. I clutch my knees together but he pulls them apart, leaving me to be exposed as cold air blows against my hot core.
He turns away from me, leaving me quivering and trembling. I'm so turned on, so aroused. I feel he hot juices dribbling out of me. I just want him to touch me. I want him to touch me so bad. I even want to touch myself. But I can't. I'm bound to the cold hard desks and I'm unable to move my hands more than a few inches, I can barely touch my stomach.
He comes back with a light brown ruler in his hands. Slapping the wooden measuring stick hard in his hands. My heart race at the anticipation. He rubs the ruler up and down my thighs. He spreads them apart, looking at me, an evil glint in his eyes.
He grasps the edge of the ruler in one hand, bending it with the other and he releases it against my crotch, landing a hard and shocking smack against me. I lurch violently, arching my back and clutching my knees together. It hurts. It's hurts a lot, but God, that felt amazing.
He pries my knees apart, spreading them wide. He lays the ruler against my crotch, patting it softly before he lifts it and hits me hard against my vaginal cavity again. I cry out, back arching, my mind going blank. It feels so good. It feels so amazing. My breath… I can't catch my breath. He hits me, again and again, over and over, each time harder than the last. I'm about to burst. I can feel the pressure. It's great. He smack me over again and again, harder and harder and I can't help it. I orgasm. I feel the hot juices spill out of me, running down my legs as my mind is chopped up into small pieces and obliterated.
God, I need him inside of me. My hoo ha hurts, like insanely bad because he spanked it with a ruler, but I need him inside of me. I need him.
And he knows this.
He walks and stands at my head. I'm covered in sweat. My reddish orange hair, so similar to his is plastered to my face. He gives me a humorless smile. I can practically see the gears churning in his brain. He leans down to my ear.
"You know," he whispers, his voice low and barely audible. "I've never heard you curse before." My heart race. I don't swear because I don't like to. It' makes me feel dirty. I shake my head. He chuckles. "If you want me to do something you, you're going to have to say it for me." I already knows what he wants me to say. He wants me to say the dirtiest word. The worst word to say. But I can't say it. I can't. It's impossible.
But GOD, I need him inside me. I need him inside so bad, it hurts. I need him to do the dirty word to me. I need it in the worst way.
He stands and walks may to my entrance. Lifting the ruler, he brings it down hard on me. I arch my back, crying out, revealing in the feeling, loving the raw, carnal desire coursing through my bloodstream.
"Say it." he commands, growling at me. I can't say it. I can't. He hits me with the ruler again. I throw my head back, pulling against my restraints. "Say it!" he commands louder, my heart jumps as he hits me again. Oh God, it's on the tip of my tongue, I'll say it. I'll say it because I can't take it anymore. I need him. I need him so bad, I can't handle this anymore.
"Say it!" he roars.
"Fuck!" I squeak out, the word feeling awkward and dirty, it makes me feel like a bad girl, like I've done something horribly wrong.
God, that's good.
"No," he tells me lowly. "Tell me what you want me to do. Using that word." He orders. My chest moves rapidly. My body is covered in sweat, my shirt and my creamy brown sweater clings to my body.
"F-f-fu-fuck me." I say, no, begged is more like it. He smiles. He loves this, and yes, I love this as well. I love when he dominates me. I love it when he makes me his slave, it's thrilling, it makes my blood rush, and I love this.
"Say it again." he orders. I don't want to, but I need for him to do it. I can't delay this. Any longer and I might combust.
"F-f-fu-fuck me." I grunt out, I can barely hear myself over the sound of my rapidly beating heart.
"That's not how we ask?" he teases me. This is agony. He's torturing me. Torturing me because of Hyoue. I'm not sure if I want to thank him, or feed him leeks.
"Please, fuck me Mr. Kurosaki." I beg him.
"Tell me how you want it." He orders, moving closer, lightly brushing his fingers up and down my sore slit, probing my sopping wet entrance occasionally.
"Please…please, fuck me hard…please…" I beg, needing to stop with the games and give it to me now. I can't wait anymore. Being restrained…it's making everything much more that what it is. I'm feeling it too much, I'm feeling too much, I need him inside me.
He smiles, as he unzips his pants. He spreads my legs wide, releasing himself. He positions himself at my entrance, he red, throbbing member, slides along my slit, not going in. He teases me. He rubs up against me, but he doesn't go in. I move my hips, desperate for him to go inside.
He slowly eases himself inside of me. Going in a little at a time before pulling out. Before long, he goes all the way inside me, stretching me apart, I groan loudly, my eyes rolls to the back of my head, my muscles clenches around him, not wanting to let him go. He pulls out of me, rubbing against my slit, before going back in all the way, rubbing against my inner walls. I moan out, trying to reach up and grab ahold of him, not being able to because of my restraints. I become frustrated, not being able to hold on to him. It causes the pressure to build up quickly in my chest.
He increases his pace, moving faster and faster inside me, moving me against the desks. My cries are choppy and unrecognizable. He grabs my hips, holding them in places as he drills into me, going deeper and harder with every thrust. My mouth drops open as the delicious pressure builds until I can no longer breathe anymore. I feel my juices overflow and spill out of me. The damn has burst, I orgasm violently.
He give me a few more hard thrust, increasing the length of my orgasm before he comes spilling hot and hard inside of me.
My body feels like jelly. I can hardly move. I lie slumped and tied to the desk. He pulls out of me and I hear him zip his pants up. He leans over me, cupping the back of my head and covering my lips with is own. The kiss is sweet and tender. He's no longer angry. And for that, I'm grateful. I don't think I can take anymore abuse.
He unties me from the desk and helps me sit up. He captures my lips again, licking my lower lip and sucking on it. I sigh, and drape my arms around his neck, holding on to him for support.
He releases my lips, and leans his forehead against mines, his breathing only slightly irregular.
"See…this is why I can't be your boyfriend. I get jealous too easily, and there's nothing that I can't do about the assholes that try and hit on you. Or that kiss you." His voice gets dark and a menacing looks begins to fills his eyes.
Oh no, I can't be punished again.
"No, no, no, no," I breathe, shaking my head. "You don't have to worry about that. You already know how I feel."
"Yeah, but how do I know that you won't change your mind? You're a very, desirable, young woman. You have more than you're fair share of options. I see the way those idiots look at you."
"And I'm not supposed to feel intimated by the other, more experienced women? Remember, I've only ever had sex with you."
"See, I told you, I'm not boyfriend material. I don't know how to be your boyfriend. I've only ever been anyone's boyfriend once before and I failed miserably. I'm the guy that you have a one night stand with, not the one that you spend the rest of your life, or even more than a few days."
"I don't believe that. And being with someone isn't as hard as you make it out to be. But if you're still skeptical, don't worry, I'll teach you. You can be my student."
"Ah, but students and teachers aren't allowed to date."
"I'll allow for you to be the exception," I lift his face to mines and kiss him, sliding my tongue between his teeth and I kiss him deeply and sensually.
I smiled, nuzzling his face. "You don't have to worry, okay? I'm yours remember?" He nods, moving his face down to the crook of my neck, his teeth grazing the flesh. I close my eyes. "And you're mines, right?" I ask, heart racing in anticipation of his answer.
He nods, kissing my collar bone.
I smile.
He's mine.
He's all mine.
"Say Mr. Kurosaki…there's a Halloween dance coming up…why don't we go…together?"
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