A/N: so this was extremely unexpected but you all have me so excited, I got this chapter done very quickly! Also, thank you all for the support - honestly, every time I post it blows me away!
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FIRST BLOOD
As the final bell echoes through the classroom, that electric sensation begins to course through my body once again. The people around me start to pack their stuff away, but I keep myself glued to the seat beneath me, intrigued as to what Mr. Cullen plans on doing after class.
He is currently stood next to the whiteboard, engaged in a jovial conversation with Tyler as he wipes away the writing upon it. His face is split in two by a warm grin, and it emphasises the slight wrinkles that surround his eyes. Mike is also there, but he doesn't seem as cheerful as the other two – his hands are stuffed into his pockets and his mouth is pulled into a tight line. He taps his foot impatiently.
I can tell that he is bothered by my interest in Mr. Cullen as he continued to glance over at me for the rest of our lesson, stiffening any time our teacher spoke. I can't exactly say that I share in his concern, but I just hope he isn't tempted to tell anyone about it.
"What are you doing?" Alice asks, nudging my shoulder. Her car keys are already in her hand, and she holds my gaze, clearly confused. "Are you not leaving with us?"
"Mr. Cullen's asked me to stay behind. He looked over my notes; said I wasn't really understanding the book in some way."
Scratching the back of her neck with the tip of her keys, Alice watches our teacher with an apprehensive eye. She purses her lips for a moment before turning back.
"It's been a day. What is there not to understand?"
I silently wished that Alice was in a better mood, but I wasn't about to let her try and change my mind. "I don't know. It's probably nothing, but I'll just see what he wants."
Alice raises her eyebrows. "Come on, Bells, you're not that dumb, are you? He's been leering at you all lesson."
"Oh, don't be so pessimistic, Al. I can take care of myself. I'm a big girl, you know. I don't need you acting like my mom – I've already got one and she's bad enough."
"I'm just trying to look out for you. I get weird fucking vibes from him. Like he's got some underlying agenda."
"Like what?"
"Urgh, I don't know," Alice sighs. She knows I'm not going to leave with her. "Look, just text me when you get home. Please – so I know you haven't ended up in some ditch somewhere."
"You have my word."
With one last look towards the front of the classroom, Alice walks towards Rosalie, who is patiently waiting by the door. The boys have also finished their conversation with Mr. Cullen, and they intercept my friends as they begin to leave, with Tyler playfully wrapping an arm around Rosalie's shoulder. As they disappear around the corner, I can hear her screeching in protest, while Alice calls out some insult about his hairline. Mike skulks along behind them.
Now, the room is shrouded in silence, and I am left listening to the shallowness of my breathing.
As Mr. Cullen walks over and closes the door, the pace of my breath speeds up slightly. My mouth is dry, and my palms feel clammy. The secret between my thighs pulsates with hidden mystery.
It's just the two of us left.
Me and him.
Completely and utterly alone.
What exactly are you about to do with me then, Edward Cullen?
"I'm very glad you agreed to stay behind, Miss. Swan," He says, his husky tone penetrating the tension that has grown between us. "I'm very eager to run through a few things with you."
I make sure my breathing is controlled before I answer. "You can just call me Bella, Sir."
"Miss. Swan has a better ring to it, don't you think?"
He pulls his lips into that damn crooked smile again and, in a second, I subconsciously allow him to call me anything he wants to.
Capturing my bottom lip between my teeth, I nod in response. Even though he has walked back over to the whiteboard, and my desk is positioned near the back of the classroom, he feels close, and I am entirely suffocated by his presence. The secrecy that cloaks our meeting is unbearable. Heat overwhelms me, but my nipples have started to swell, brushing against my lace bra.
He's killing me here.
"So, what is it that I'm so confused about? Were my notes really that bad?"
Mr. Cullen chuckles and shakes his head. "No. Not bad, but just not exactly right. You don't seem to have quite grasped the concept of sin, Miss. Swan."
I have to fight against the urge to groan and let him take me right here on my desk. He definitely knows exactly what he is doing to me, and I know without a doubt that he is enjoying it.
"Really? I thought I was doing quite well."
Mr. Cullen nods. "You're very nearly there; you just need to focus your thinking more. I think that we should spend our time together today conducting an in-depth exploration of the topic."
My mind spins. Was this real? Was I dreaming? I felt as though he had somehow listened to my innermost fantasies and was enacting them right before my very eyes. All I needed him to do was now bend me over his lap, and I would be his for the taking.
"How do you suppose we do that, then?" My voice is dripping with intensity, and the urge to uncross my legs builds with immense fervour. I am aching, craving, insatiable. My desire burns deep within.
Leaning over the desk before him, Mr. Cullen places his hands down, finding stability, and flexes the muscles of his forearms for me to see. His eyes have darkened once more as he stares down at me, like a predator observing his prey, and I am transfixed. His white shirt gapes a little more from this angle, exposing a few inches of his chest.
Slowly, he lifts one hand back up and arches his index finger, using it to beckon me over. Towards the front of the classroom. Closer to him.
Alice's last words echo around in my head, but I push them away. I am so close now, so achingly close. Rising from my chair, I step forward to meet Mr. Cullen at the whiteboard.
Any anxiety that racked my body has now disappeared as I arrive in front of him, our chests mere inches apart. He towers over me, his frame engulfing my own, and I have to look up to take him in.
God, he is so gorgeous this close up.
Reaching into a drawer beneath his desk, he rummages around, removing a marker pen from inside. He holds it out to me, lid first.
"So, Miss. Swan, what's the first thing you think of when you hear the word 'sin'?"
Taking it from his grip, I lick my teeth slowly before sliding the lid into my mouth, wrapping my lips around the girth of the marker. He watches me as I use my teeth to remove the cap, setting it onto the table.
I arch an eyebrow, and he gestures towards the empty whiteboard.
Considering the blank space for a moment, I turn my back on Mr. Cullen, and leave him to stare at my absence of clothing. I decide to tease him by cocking my hip out to the side, and I feel the material of my skirt rise a little above the curve of my ass.
The hiss that escapes his lips is faint, but it rings spectacularly in my ears.
"I think the reason that I'm struggling is because I don't agree with the portrayal of 'sin' here. I don't see it as an essentially bad thing."
I hear Mr. Cullen sit against his desk, the wood creaking softly beneath his weight.
"So, write what you think, then," His gravelly tone sends a shiver down my spine. "English is about writing from the soul after all."
"Alright…I think that the town are punishing Hester's sin' because they are scared of the strength of her female body." I state, scribbling my last two words onto the whiteboard.
"And, so, what does that communicate to you as the reader?"
"Well, I guess as a woman, it makes me angry that the town would punish someone like me in that way. If a woman wants to explore what she's been given by the world, why should someone else keep her from doing so? Am I allowed to say that?"
Seeking Mr. Cullen's approval, I turn around, and take in his glorious figure. He is slightly leant back, using his arms to keep him upright once more. The way he observes me, consuming me completely, destroys my focus for a moment.
"Of course, Miss. Swan. Simply write down whatever comes to mind."
"Okay, if I'm continuing on from there, I think that Hester should have simply embraced the label that society branded upon her."
"Mmmhmm, go on."
"You see, I don't think she should have interpreted her scarlet letter as something shameful. If anything, it only made her a better woman."
Hearing the desk groan once again, I can tell that Mr. Cullen is moving – I just don't know where he is heading to. Steady footsteps patter along the linoleum, and a sudden heat swells across my back, penetrating the density of my blazer.
Fingertips begin to trace the length of my left arm.
"This is great work," His low voice hums from beside me, using his free hand to sweep my hair away from my shoulder. "Keep going."
"As women, particularly through the lens of men and wider society, we are sexualised, but treated like it is something wrongful – something that we should be ashamed of."
His fingers continue to move, now following the curve of my waist. The touch is light. If my body were not hypersensitive to his presence, I doubt I would have noticed at all.
"But, personally, I think our sexuality is the best part of us. It's powerful, enough to take down an entire village. Why shouldn't we be proud of our prowess?"
His face is right beside mine, and I can feel his breath washing over my cheek.
"Are you proud of yours?"
"Of course. There is something incredible about a sexually confident woman."
"So, you see yourself as sexually confident?"
With every exhale, I can smell mint, a synthetic scent. It smells like chewing gum.
"Absolutely, Sir. Do you think I would be able to wear something like this if I were frigid?"
"That's a fair point, Miss. Swan. Will you be taking this up as your usual attire from now on?"
I exhale, humoured, keeping my voice low. "You ask a lot of questions."
Mr. Cullen chuckles, moving the hair away from my other shoulder. "I could say the same thing to you."
"Shouldn't it be me asking the questions?"
"I guess I am just intrigued by you."
"Do you usually get intrigued by your students?"
"Not always. You seem to be of a different calibre. Older, more mature than your friends."
I bite my lip. "I guess I've been forced to grow up earlier than they have. I think adult life is much more fun."
"Really?"
"You see, I haven't been alive for that long, Mr. Cullen, but I definitely know it's much more fun to sin in a mature sense."
His fingers hover in place, back at my waist.
"I feel like we've gone off-topic here, Miss. Swan."
"Not at all. You wanted to explore 'sin' with me. What's better than understanding my own experience with it?"
I can hear that his breathing has become heavy, but I continue.
"As I grew up, I learnt how much men bent to my will, the power I had in my womanly form. They couldn't get enough of me."
He steps backwards, and I sense that the opportunity has finally arrived.
Dropping the marker onto the floor, I bend over to grab it.
I am fully exposed now, revealing myself to him.
"And, I have a feeling you won't be able to either, Sir."
The next few moments pass by in a blur.
Wrapping an arm around my waist, Mr. Cullen yanks me back up to standing, spinning me around until I am flush against his body. Shirt to shirt, chest to chest.
His emerald eyes are ablaze, and he tenses the muscles in his jaw, allowing them to visibly ebb and flow. He looks hungry now, like an animal.
The predator has finally caught his prey.
With me in his grip, he pushes me against the whiteboard, hard, and holds my arms above my head.
I'm worried that my legs are about to give out beneath me.
He scowls downwards, ravenous.
"What the fuck are you doing?" His voice is electric, and it only encourages me more.
"You know exactly what I'm doing, Edward."
His nostrils flare at the mention of his first name, and he narrows his eyes.
"Do you think you're funny, Bella?"
"Yes, Sir. Hilarious."
"Did you do that for me?" He glances down at my crotch, and I nod.
"Mmmhmm."
"Fuck, Bella. You can't be doing stuff like that."
"Why not? I see the way you look at me," I wriggle in his grip, but he tightens his hands. "I know you want me as much as I do."
He grinds his teeth for a moment before answering. "You don't know what you're getting into here. I told you, there's a lot you don't know about me, and I don't think you really want to know."
"I want to learn, Sir. Please."
He growls. "I promised myself that I wouldn't do this."
"Don't fight it." I thrust my cleavage towards him.
"How do I know you're not going to run along and tell your father?" He cocks an eyebrow. "I know what he does."
"I told you, I enjoy sinning. I'm not going to ruin my chances to do so."
"Bella, I can't."
I bat my eyelashes at him. "Can't or won't?"
He tightens his grip once more, and I wince under his touch. Not from pain though; it is wholly pleasurable. I am glad that I'm having this much of an effect on him.
Lowering his face towards mine, we are now at equal height, our mouths mere inches from one another. He runs his eyes across my face eagerly. I try to move forward, desperate to feel his lips against my own, but I come up with no dice.
Removing one of his hands from around my wrists, he brings it to my neck and returns to his original height. Cupping the exposed skin, he tips my head back, forcing me to look up at him.
"I've been trying my hardest to resist you, Miss. Swan, but I guess you've left me no choice now. If you want me, you're going to have to work for it. I know you think you're the game player here, but you don't know how tricky I am to beat."
Fuck me, I am salivating.
"If you thought it was going to be this easy, you're sorely mistaken. I'm not going to kiss you right now. Hell, I'm not even going to touch you again. Not until I decide that you've earned it."
I gulp. I am shocked, speechless, but so incredibly turned on.
"Do you understand me, Bella?"
I nod, a stiff movement in his vice-like grip.
When he grins at my response, it is a cocky expression, and I can tell that he knows he's taken this round.
"Good girl."
I roll my eyes back into my head and groan. He lets me go. I feel breathless, exhausted.
"Now, I want you to go home, and you're not going to tell a soul about what just happened. Not your dog, not your plant. Not even your damn diary. This is just between the two of us, got it?"
I nod again and make my way back over to my desk, picking up my neglected notebook and dragging my tail between my legs.
He has destroyed me, completely; I am sure of it. I can't find any words to speak and my knees wobble like jelly as I walk, making my way towards the door.
I need air. I need a damn cigarette. I need another fucking bath after today.
I don't care if I'm in over my head.
I don't care if I look weak.
I'm in ecstasy.
As my fingers ghost over the doorknob, I hear him move.
"Miss Swan?"
I turn round, eager to hear what he has to say. I am desperate for him in any form.
Edward is packing his belongings into his bag but keeps his gaze on me.
"Yes, Sir?"
He smirks.
"It was a pleasure to sin with you today."
Ahhh, what do you all think? Mr. Cullen is really playing Bella at her own game ;)
Also, I have created a Facebook group to discuss my writing: just type in Missyouforever Twilight fics - you'll find updates and inspiration there, and lovely photos of Mr. Cullen!
Happy reading and happy weekend :D