It was nothing like being at his mercy, even if it was what I was thinking about when I circled my clitoris. I leaned my head back against my pillow and rubbed myself as fast as I could. An orgasm built quickly, but it wasn’t quite as intense as the ones I had with Gavin. I rubbed until I felt it take hold of me and then I moaned when I started to cum. My legs shook for several seconds while the sensations absorbed me in bliss. When it was finally over, I rolled over to my side and drifted off to sleep with Gavin teasing me in my dreams.
Chapter 6: Gavin
I returned home after the date with Charlotte was officially over and poured myself a glass of whiskey. My thoughts were spinning out of control. After my divorce, I was content drowning my sorrows when my son wasn’t visiting, but there was a different feeling inside me tonight. The whiskey provided the same relaxing buzz it normally did, but it wasn’t the same kind of feeling that I was used to. I wasn’t running from reality—I was actually embracing it. I dedicated the first glass to Charlotte and thought about her as I sipped it.
She gave herself to me. She let me ravage her body without a single hesitation.
Charlotte’s reputation had convinced me that it was going to be nothing more than a long overdue rebound from my divorce, but I wasn’t sure that would be the end of it. She had college, and it wouldn’t be long before classes started again. I was going to have to enjoy every minute we had together as though it was the last, because there was a good chance she would be gone long before I had my fill. I let the whiskey linger in my mouth as I drank it, feeling it numb my tongue before I finally swallowed.
I may not be able to keep her forever, but I’m sure as fuck going to enjoy what we have.
THE NEXT DAY WAS FAIRLY mundane outside of the pep in my step. My evening was already set and I thought about Charlotte several times over the course of the day. The only thing that interfered with my thoughts was the mountain of assignments I needed to finish before I could go home. I went through the papers as fast as I could, but the assignments that were turned in during the first part of the school year were always the worst. There was no way that I would get through all of them, so I just set out to make a dent.
“Working late again?” I heard a voice and I lifted my head to see Charlotte standing at my door.
“She got another trip to detention? Veronica needs some serious help.” I dropped my pen and shook my head with a sigh.
“She didn’t get in trouble today.” Charlotte stepped into my classroom and closed the door. “Actually, detention ended a while ago, I think. You’re the last one here.”
“Am I?” I turned my wrist and looked at my watch. “How did it get so late? I’m supposed to pick you up in a couple of hours.”
“I couldn’t wait that long.” She smiled and started walking towards me. “I missed you.”
“I missed you, too.” I stood and walked to the front of my desk. “I probably shouldn’t admit how much I thought about you today.”
“If it was half as often as I thought about you, I’d probably think you were obsessed.” She stepped into my arms and leaned forward for a kiss.
“Is that a bad thing?” Our lips paused with nothing separating us but the heat of our breath, and then we kissed.
I loved the way she felt on my tongue. She tasted like paradise. I held her in my arms and we kissed so long that my head started to spin. When our lips finally parted my breaths were quick and I was so turned on that I didn’t care about taking her on a date. I didn’t want to wait. She pulled away from my grasp and walked around my desk. My eyes followed her movements, locked on the outline of her curves that were pressed against a t-shirt and a pair of skin tight jeans.
“Getting laid didn’t seem to make you any generous with your grades.” She thumbed through my papers and grinned.
“I might be compromising my moral compass with you, but I still have my integrity.” I shrugged and spread several of the papers out in front of her. “Even the stuff you plagiarized was better than this shit.”
“I seem to remember a threat you made about that.” She slid open my desk drawer and reached inside it. “You threatened to paddle me.”
“If I would have been able to prove it, I probably would have turned that into more than a threat.” I narrowed my eyes as she pulled my wooden paddle from the drawer.
“Have you ever even used this thing?” She held it in her hands and ran her fingers along the wood.
“No.” I shook my head back and forth. “It was good for a few threats, but the school board prefers detention. There were too many parent complaints and it was phased out before I ever started teaching. They save it for the worst of the worst these days.”
“That’s a shame.” She put the paddle on my desk and walked back around to where I was standing. “Especially when someone confesses.”
“Nobody confesses.” I chuckled and shook my head. “They know better.”
“I guess I’m a fool, then.” She leaned against my desk and wiggled her ass. “Because you were never wrong—I just got away with it.”
“Is that your way of telling me that you believe you should be punished?” I reached over and picked up the paddle.
“We both know what I deserve.” She unfastened her jeans and started to slide them down her hips.
“Yes, we do.” I nodded and a smile crept across my face when I saw her perfect ass on display in nothing but a pair of thin pink panties. “Especially after that confession.”
“I’m sure I’ll regret it soon.” She gripped the waistband of her panties and pushed them down as well.
“Oh, I intend to make sure of it.” I put my hand on the middle of her back and pushed until her breasts were flat on my desk.