The Luxor Hotel: Rebecca & Connor's Room

'You wanted to see me, Mr. MacManus?'

'Come in, sweetheart. Have a seat.'

Slowly, I walked inside of the room. I had my naughty schoolgirl outfit on. The skirt was pink and plaid, and to add to it, I tied my hair in pigtails. I sat down on the chair in front of the desk. Connor smiled at me.

'I bet yer wonderin' why I called you into my office,' he said, grabbing a ruler from his desk, 'you've been a…very naughty girl, Ms. Ouellet.'

I cringed as Connor slapped the ruler in his hands. I gulped, shaking in the chair.

'W-What do you mean?' I asked nervously, 'what have I done?'

Connor chucked. He stood in front of me, his blue eyes dancing deviously as he stared at my almost-full-bared cleavage.

'Bend over an' I'll tell ye,' he said sinisterly.

I looked at Connor. I swallowed nervously, biting my lip. What was he gonna do to me?

'I said…' said Connor, 'BEND OVER!'

Before I could even breathe, Connor grabbed me by the back of my neck. He shoved me against the desk, holding me tight. He tied me to the desk by my wrists. I whimpered, struggling against my bounds, but it was no use. I was stuck.

Connor stood behind me. Slowly, he lifted my skirt up, guiding the ruler along my ass. I was wearing my red lace thong, something I use to tease him. He laughed sinisterly.

'Tsk, tsk,' he said coldly, 'a lace thong. Ye really know how ta get ta me, don't ye?'

I didn't answer. All I could do was whimper as Connor slowly ran his hands along my ass cheeks. I could feel the hair on the back of my neck standing on end at his touch. He purred gently.

'Ye have a very pretty ass, Ms. Ouellet,' he said softly, 'but I think it would look much prettier covered in welts an' bruises.'

I braced myself for what was coming next. Slowly, Connor raised his arm. He struck me with the ruler. Hard. I bit my lip, fighting the urge to scream. Connor laughed.

'Let's see…' he said, teasing me with the ruler, 'what kind o' rules have ye broken? Oh! I know one! Ye've skipped class more than five times this semester.'

I cried out as Connor hit me with the ruler again. The sting sent fire through my veins. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. I didn't want to get caught. I wanted this.

'What else have ye done?' said Connor thoughtfully, 'oh, right! Ye don' do yer fuckin' homework.'

Connor struck me again, harder this time. I fought the urge to scream, biting my lip hard. The man has an arm, and he knows how to use it.

'My school guards have caught you an' that fuckin' sister o' yers smoking in the bathrooms,' said Connor, striking me harder, 'an' then there's this: Ye've been teasin' me.'

Connor struck me extra hard. I screamed loudly, tears stinging my eyes. Connor grabbed my hair with his free hand, yanking my head up.

'How long have ye been tryin' ta get my attention fer, sweetie?' he hissed, 'hmm?'

I didn't answer. Connor growled. He struck me with the ruler again. I cried out.

'I said…' growled Connor, 'how long?'

'About a year now,' I whispered, 'but I never thought it would work.'

Connor growled. He looked at my outfit, his eyes full of hunger and lust. I broke the rules on purpose to get the attention of the sexy Irish principal, and my plan had worked perfectly.

'Look at this outfit…' he hissed, 'major violation of dress code.'

'My plan is working better than I thought,' I thought to myself, 'now to bring out the big guns.'

I looked up at Connor. I smirked deviously, wiggling my ass like Velvet Sky.

'What are you gonna do about it, Big Boy?' I teased as I wiggled my ass, 'hmm?'

'Don't ye fuckin' start,' growled Connor.

'Ohh?' I teased, 'did I piss the principal off?'

'I'm fuckin' warnin' ye,' hissed Connor angrily.

I growled playfully. Now for the whammy.

'Fuck you, sir,' I said, 'fuck you.'

Connor glared. I knew he was angry. With an enraged roar, he lifted his arm, striking me repeatedly.

'DON'T YE FUCKIN' BACK-TALK ME, YE FUCKIN' WHORE!' he growled, 'I'M YER FUCKIN' PRINCIPAL!'

I laughed. I got him right where I wanted him.

'Temper, temper,' I teased, 'temper, temper.'

Connor hissed. He bit my ass. Hard. I laughed.

'Fuckin' back-talk me again,' he growled, 'I fuckin' dare ye.'

I looked up at Connor. I grinned at him, mocking his voice. Perfectly.

'I'm fuckin' warnin ye, young lady!' I mocked, 'I'm fuckin' warnin' ye!'

Connor roared. He grabbed my thong. He ripped it to shreds, tossing it to the side. He grabbed me by the hair, yanking my head up.

'I KEEP FUCKIN' TELLIN' YE!' he roared, 'ONE MORE FUCKIN' WARNIN', MISSY!'

I laughed.

'Ooh!' I said, 'someone's angry!'

Connor glared at me. He grabbed my ass, squeezing it hard. I knew what he wanted, and he knew that I wouldn't tell on him.

'I know what you want,' I said, licking my lips seductively, 'do it. Untie me. I won't tell.'

Connor laughed. He walked over to the door, locking it. He walked back over to me, un-tying my wrists.

'You've always been my favourite student, Rebecca Jane,' he said, tossing the rope to the side.

'Have I, now?' I teased, sitting on the edge of the desk.

Connor smirked at me. My heart jumped in my throat. He knows that smirk turns me into a 13-year-old girl.

'Enough small-talk,' he said, 'yer fucked, Missy.'

What happened next had left me speechless. Connor knelt down in front of me, and with a hungry growl, he began devouring my clit. I gasped as a wave of pleasure struck me like lightning. I bit my lip, fighting against the scream that had crept up in the back of my throat.

Slowly, Connor reached up, wrapping his arms around my waist. He pulled me in closer to him, growling hungrily as he licked me harder, faster. I knotted my fingers in his hair, not caring how loud I was moaning.

Connor dug his nails deep into my thighs. I bit my lip harder as I felt my body tense up. I couldn't scream. I didn't want us to get caught. If we were caught, we're both screwed.

Connor stuck his tongue deep inside my pussy. He growled, varying the strokes of his tongue. He knew I was on the edge now and that I was ready to blow at any moment. But I'm stubborn and I try and hold my orgasm back as long as I can, but the pleasure was so overwhelming, I couldn't fight back the urge. I had to let it out. Breathing hard, I loosened up, allowing each wave of pleasure to strike me over and over again. Then, finally, with one mighty moan of pleasure, I came in Connor's open mouth. I wanted to scream so badly, let him know how good this felt, but I couldn't. Slowly, the orgasm died down. I looked down at my mate, panting hard.

'Stop,' I said, 'stop.'

Connor pulled his head away from my pussy. He grinned, licking my cum off his chin.

'I gotta admit,' he said as he stood up, 'ye taste good.'

I laughed. What a charmer.

Smirking, Connor un-buckled his belt. My heart began to beat erratically. Was this actually happening? Were all my fantasies of the sexy Irish principal coming to life? Connor noticed my expression. He chuckled.

'Yer not dreamin', beautiful,' he said as he took his pants off, 'this is real. You an' me, alone. Jus' like ye always wanted.'

'This cannot be happening…' I whispered, 'this cannot be happening…'

Connor laughed. He guided my hands along his chest. I gently stroked his chest hairs with my finger tips, marvelling at how soft they were. My hands began to shake violently. Emily is so gonna hear about this later after school.

'Go ahead, baby,' said Connor gently, 'take my shirt off.'

I gulped. Slowly, I began to un-button Connor's shirt. I could feel small beads of sweat forming on my forehead as I moved down his shirt, one button at a time.

'That's it, baby girl,' soothed Connor, stroking my cheek, 'yer dream's finally coming true.'

'I never thought this would ever happen,' I said as I un-buttoned the last button, 'not in a million years.'

Connor chuckled. He brushed his thumb along my lips, parting them gently. I could feel my breath catching in my throat as I took his shirt off, tossing it to the side.

'Ye look nervous, darling,' said Connor gently, 'what's wrong?'

'I'm scared that we're gonna get caught,' I said nervously as Connor kissed my neck, 'you'll get fired, my parents will ground me for the rest of my life. I'm in love with you, but I don't want us to be torn apart.'

Connor sighed. He took the ties out of my hair, allowing my hair to fall in curtains around my face. He smiled.

'Rebecca,' he said, 'nothin' would mean more ta me then to be with you. Yes, this is really foolish, but there's a certain phrase tha' I'm sure ye know.'

'What?' I said.

'Love conquers all,' said Connor.

I laughed softly.

'Right,' I said, 'you're a fighter. You'd fight for me.'

'Tooth an' fuckin' nail, sweetie,' said Connor, brushing my hair out of my face, 'tooth an' fuckin' nail.'

I smiled. I stroked Connor's cheek, looking him dead in the eye. I knew in my heart that I couldn't let him get away, not this time.

'Are ye sure ye wanna do this, love?' asked Connor, rubbing my leg.

'I'm positive,' I said, 'take your boxers off. My sister's not gonna believe me, but I know this is real.'

Connor laughed. Slowly, he peeled his boxers off. I gasped.

'Holy mother of God…' I whispered, 'Jesus…'

Connor laughed.

'Big, isn't he?' he said.

I nodded slowly. I could barely breathe. I heard many stories about Mr. MacManus' trouser snake, but I never knew it was so…big.

'What's tha matter, Rebecca?' asked Connor, 'ye nervous?'

'A little,' I whispered, 'for a specific reason.'

'An' wha' would tha' be, sugar?' asked Connor, 'ye can tell me.'

I closed my eyes, not looking at Connor. Slowly, he pressed his lips under my jaw, taking my top off. My heart did a back-flip in my chest as I felt him take my bra off, tossing it over to where his shirt was. Oh, how was I gonna tell him that I was as pure as fucking Holy Water?

'Come on, love,' said Connor gently, 'tell Connor what's wrong.'

'I can't tell you…' I whispered, fighting back tears, 'you'll laugh…'

'I won' laugh at ye, Princess,' said Connor, stroking my hair, 'tell me.'

I sighed. He knows that I can't resist those beautiful blue eyes of his. I looked at Connor with a straight face, tears slowly spilling from my eyes.

'I'm a virgin, Connor.'

Connor blinked. I turned away from him. I couldn't look at him. I ruined it. Then, he spoke.

'Thank you.'

I gasped. I turned my head, looking at Connor with a mix of shock and amazement. What?!

'Did you just thank me?' I asked, 'did you seriously just thank me?'

Connor nodded.

'Ye were perfectly honest wit' me, Rebecca,' he smiled, 'I like that about you.'

I laughed.

'Yeah,' I said, 'I am pretty open. And I know how to use my power of mind-fucking to get what I want.'

'That's another thing about ye that fascinates me,' said Connor, 'yer smart as a fuckin' whip, an' ye know how ta get inside people's heads. That's why nobody bothers wit' ye.'

'They know better,' I said, 'they know that I can turn the tables in the blink of an eye.'

Connor laughed. He pulled me closer to him, wrapping my legs around his hips. I grinned.

'Looks like the time for talking's over,' I said, 'I guess it's time for the charming Irish principal to take away the purity of the hot French student.'

'I hope yer ready,' said Connor, 'ye won' be able ta walk.'

'Is that a challenge?' I teased.

'It ain't no challenge, Rebecca,' said Connor, 'it's a fuckin' promise.'

I laughed.

'Oh, Connor…' I said, 'you're too much…'

Connor smirked.

'Enough talkin',' he said, 'yer mine.'

I smiled. I braced myself for what was coming next. Slowly, Connor penetrated me, his cock sliding deep inside my pussy. I moaned loudly.

'Are ye okay, baby girl?' asked Connor.

'I'm okay,' I said, 'it feels good.'

Connor grinned. Slowly, he began to pump his hips forwards, pushing himself in deeper and deeper. I moaned, biting my lip as he varied his movements, slowly beginning to speed up.

'Scream my name, baby,' commanded Connor, 'scream my fuckin' name.'

'I can't,' I said, 'I don't want to get caught.'

'Yer worth getting fired over,' said Connor, pulling me in closer to him, 'I don' care if we get caught. Scream. My. Fuckin'. Name.'

'Never,' I said.

Connor laughed deviously. He shoved his cock in deeper inside me, his eyes dancing with hunger and lust. I'm not the kind of girl to scream mercy or submit. He's tried numerous times, but it hasn't happened.

'Never, ye say?' he said, 'is that a challenge?'

He shoved me against the desk violently. A small shriek escaped from my lips before I could stop it. Would he, Connor MacManus, finally make me, Rebecca Ouellet, submit to him?

'Come on, Rebecca,' said Connor, 'don't fight it. I know ye better than that.'

'I'll never submit to you,' I hissed through clenched teeth, 'never.'

Connor laughed. A chill ran down my spine, the hair on the back of my neck standing on end. This is the coldest Connor has ever been, and I have to admit, I liked it. A lot.

Connor shoved himself inside me. Harder. Harder. Faster. Faster. I dug my nails into his back, running them down. I held back the shrieks that were building up inside me with each thrust of his mighty hips, each stroke of his cock inside my walls. The waves of pleasure struck me like lightning, sending fire and adrenaline through my veins as my heart pumped viciously. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.

'Do it!' growled Connor, 'do it!'

'Never!' I hissed, 'I'll never submit to you!'

'Oh, yes, ye will,' said Connor sinisterly, 'yes, ye fuckin' will.'

'No, I fucking won't,' I said cooly, 'I'm tougher than I look. I survived being beaten, raped, and a cocaine addiction. This is child's play next to that, sweetheart.'

Connor chuckled.

'Yer a sassy little bitch, aren't ye?' he said.

'Woo-Woo-Woo,' I teased, 'you know it, baby.'

Connor laughed. My talent is mind-games. I know how to get in people's heads and corner them, which is why I'm a good person to have on hits.

'You still think I'm gonna submit to you?' I teased, 'do you?'

'I'm fuckin' determined, love,' said Connor, 'yer gonna scream my name whether ye like it or not.'

'Too bad it's not gonna happen,' I said, 'I can feel your body tensing up, sweetheart. It won't be long now.'

Connor growled. He hates it when I play mind-games during sex. He absolutely hates it.

'Come on, Connor,' I teased, 'cum for me. Cave. I know you can't fight the pleasure that I give you.'

'Yer way too fuckin' smart,' hissed Connor, 'way too fuckin' smart.'

I grinned.

'I'm smart,' I said, 'and I'm deadly.'

I laughed sinisterly. Connor hissed as his body began to tense up more and more with each thrust. I hugged myself closer to him, moulding my body against his, making his cock go in deeper and deeper. I could feel our hearts pounding together as I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and my legs tightly around his hips. It won't be long now.

'Come on, Connor,' I hissed, sinking my claws into his shoulders, 'give in. Cave. Don't fight back. I know you.'

Connor snarled at me, baring his teeth. I laughed.

'Nice try, sweet cheeks,' I teased, 'I'm not afraid of you.'

Connor didn't answer. All he could go was grunt. And snarl. And hiss. And growl. And finally, with one mighty roar, he came. Hard. I smirked deviously. My job is complete.

'Good boy,' I said, stroking Connor's hair.

Connor pulled out, grabbing his boxers. I hopped off the desk, putting on my blue Thomas gown that he had bought me for Christmas. I sat on the bed, smiling like an innocent child. Connor pointed his finger at me, breathing hard.

'Yer a fuckin' bitch sometimes,' he panted, 'ye need ta stop it wit' those fuckin' mind games.'

'Me?' I said innocently, 'mind games? I don't know what you're talking about.'

'Don' play dumb wit' me, young lady,' said Connor, 'ye did tha' on purpose.'

I laughed.

'Oh, don't be such a grump,' I said, getting up and walking over to him, 'you know I like teasing you.'

'Yer lucky I love ye,' said Connor, 'not even Murphy can trip me out tha way tha' you do. Ye scare me sometimes.'

'Whoa!' I said, throwing my hands up, 'I scare you?!'

Connor nodded. I could not believe my ears. Me scare Connor MacManus. Connor MacManus.

'Wow!' I said, pacing in a circle, 'holy smokes!'

'Ye don' believe me, do you?' said Connor.

'Oh, I believe you,' I said, 'I'm just shocked at myself that I can strike fear into you. You kill some of the most dangerous men in Boston, yet you're scared of me.'

Connor laughed.

'Yeah,' he said, 'me, scared o' me own fiancée. Hilarious.'

'You should be scared of me,' I said, wrapping my arms around Connor's neck, 'I'm like you when I'm angry. I'm relentless, and if you cross me, your head will be rolling.'

'Remind me not ta piss ye off, then,' said Connor.

I laughed. Connor smiled, stroking my cheek.

'Yer so fuckin' beautiful, ye know tha'?' he said.

'I get told that every day by you,' I said, 'but I never get sick of hearing it.'

Connor chuckled.

'Well, ye are beautiful,' he said, 'an' yer smart. Really smart.'

'I breezed through school,' I said, 'and look at me now. I'm getting married to the most wonderful man in the world.'

'Well, aren't ye sweet,' said Connor, kissing my nose.

I giggled. Then I smiled.

'I love you,' I said.

'An' I love you,' said Connor.