That’s right, I slept it away on the couch.
After I stumbled in Saturday morning after fucking my student.
I fucked my student after she drugged me.
Throwing myself into the shower, I try to wake myself up. Even two days later, I feel like I’ve got the worst hangover in the world and I’m not sure how I’m going to get through my classes. I’m so tempted to call in sick, but I don’t want to give Chloe the satisfaction. I want her to look me in the eye so I can try to figure out what the hell kind of game she’s playing.
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I’m sitting in class,trying like hell to pretend nothing is wrong, but it’s hard when the woman who took advantage of me is right there in front of me. She’s sitting in the front row, smiling at me whenever my eyes stray her way. Smiling like she didn’t drug my Coke andforceherself on me only days before.
My stomach twists into knots as my body fights over how to feel about everything. I hate that she took advantage of me like that, but someone forgot to give my cock that message because looking at her now, remembering those blood-red lips wrapped around my shaft is making me hard as fuck.
I sit down behind my desk and do my best to ignore her, but she's making it near impossible. I can’t think straight, I can’t breathe. I feel like any second someone will look at us andknowwhat happened.
I'm in the middle of talking to the class when I notice her hand move, sliding down between her legs and under her short skirt. As close as she is to me, the scent of her hits me almost immediately. I stare at her, stuttering in place, eyes falling to between her parted knees.
Fuck my life.
She isn't wearing any fucking underwear. I can see her fingers sliding between her folds. She's touching herself, right in the middle of my fucking classroom, and there’s not a goddamned thing I can do about it.
For the rest of the session, I sit behind my desk, doing everything I can to hide how aroused I am. Every glance in her direction winds me up even more. I feel angry and confused, but worst of all, I’m so fucking hard I feel like I might explode at any moment.
“Chloe,” I rasp, when class is over. “Stay back, if you would.”
This time, there are no chorus of jeers as the other students leave.
They know they know they know…
She saunters up to my desk and gives me a winning smile.
“You need to stop this,” I snap.
“What?” she asks, wide-eyed and innocent, head tilting to one side. “You didn't seem to mind too much the other night.”
I flinch at the reminder. “You assaulted me,” I hiss.
She laughs, rolling her eyes. “You grabbed my ass to make sure I took your full load,” she scoffs. “If anything, you took advantage of my vulnerable situation. I called you for help, you put me up in a hotel, then stopped by, took photos of me while I was asleep…” My eyes widen as she ticks off my list of offenses. “Then youforcedyourself on me, Mr. Reed,” she finishes, her eyes widening in fake fear and horror again. “Now…who do you think the police will believe?”
God, she's fucking crazy.I stare at her, not sure what to say.
“What do you want?” I whisper. I wish my voice was stronger, but it's not. I feel like the earth is falling out from under me. She’s got me firmly by the balls and she damn well knows it.
Her smile widens, and she leans in. “I think I've made that pretty obvious,” she purrs, trailing her fingers up my jaw, to my lips. She smells like herself, tastes like it too when she forces two fingers into my mouth. I can't help sucking on them, helplessly, watching her shiver and bite her lower lip.
“I want you to fuck me,” she demands, pulling her fingers out. “Right here, right now.”
“What?” I laugh, bitterly, looking at the door. “I can't…”
“Do it,” she says harshly. “Or I'll call the police.”
“You wouldn't.”
But I'm not so sure.
Chloe looks at me, smirking and sly. “Try me.”
I clench my jaw, rage rising in my stomach like bile. I shove myself to my feet and go to the door, slamming it shut. I'm so pissed off and so turned on, that the conflicting feelings are raging through my nerves like two fighting wolves.