Chloe smirks, and gets on her knees, bending down and spreading her legs so I can see every inch of her, her pert ass raised in invitation, her pussy bare and already shining. I push off my slacks, underwear, and socks, and climb onto the bed behind her.
“I can bring the uniform skirt next time,” she taunts, looking at me over her shoulder and winking. “Since you seem to like it so much.”
My upper lip twitches with an aborted snarl. I throw the belt away, suddenly. I want to feel her under my hands. I lunge over her, wrapping a hand around the front of her throat and yanking her into a severe bow, her hips and shoulders raised so that she can stare up at me as I kneel behind her.
My other hand comes down hard on her ass, making her gasp, her eyes widening. Her cheeks are turning red, lips parting as she tries to breathe around my tight grip.
Fuck, I want to absolutely ruin her.
She reaches up to me, trying to touch my face, but I jerk my head and shove her hand away, pinning it down to the bed and using my weight to crush her chest to the bed as my fingers tighten around her neck. I squeeze, lightly; I don't want to actually kill her, but it's enough of a threat to make her shiver and let out a pitiful whimpering sound.
I pull back and use my free hand to hold her open, my thumb dragging over her entrance and pulling it open wider. Fuck, she's already so wet; she must have been touching herself before I came in here.
“You're such a fuckingslut,” I hiss.
Angry, I line up and slam into her with one powerful thrust. Chloe whines again, tears welling up as I pin her down and shove myself as deep inside of her as I can. She spasms around me, her pussy so wet and tight it's like being gripped in a vice.
“Do you like doing this to me, Chloe? Breaking into my house, playing with my fucking daughter, ruining my life?”
She doesn't answer. She probably can't, I'm still holding her tightly. I release her neck and she gasps, coughing and spluttering onto the sheets. I yank her head up by her hair and bite hard under her ear.
“Answer me, Chloe.”
“I-I love it, Mr. Reed,” she moans. She reaches down, fingers rubbing her clit in hard, fast circles. My eyes lower to half-mast as I feel her tightening up around me, like she's trying to milk me. God damn it. “I've beensucha bad girl.”
I hate how much her words affect me. I plant my free hand on her ass, holding her still, and pull out almost all the way before slamming back into her, hard enough that the headboard knocks against the wall. Chloe bites her lip, so she doesn't moan too loudly and wake Kelsie, her face flushed and slack with pleasure. This woman is driving me crazy. There are so many things I want to do to her…dirty, twisted thoughts that shouldn’t even be entering my mind. I want to hold her down and force myself deep into her throat. I can't hold back anymore, even though I didn't fight that hard to begin with. I never fight that hard, isn't that part of the problem?
Would I have given in anyway, eventually, if she had just been a normal schoolgirl staying after hours, trying to seduce me the shitty porno way, if she hadn't been blackmailing me?
Probably not.
I shove her back down, bracing myself on her shoulders as she keeps touching herself in time with my fast, brutal thrusts. The sound of our bodies colliding is obscenely loud, and she's so wet it's leaking down her thighs. I can tell she likes the rough treatment. No matter how much I want to hurt her, she'd probably beg for more and I would give it to her.
“Fuck, this is so hot,” she gasps, looking at me over her shoulder. “Getting fucked by my teacher in his wife's bed.” Her pussy clenches up around me, her free hand fisting the sheets, so her knuckles go white.
Fuck, she’s right. Thisishot.
I hate how much that thought turns me on. This girl is dangerous. How much she affects me is alarming. I have no idea what to do about it. I can't do anything about it, I realize. Not right now, as she starts to bear down around me and bites the sheets, so she doesn't scream through her orgasm. I want her to have another one, immediately. It feels so good when she tightens around my cock like that. I want to fuck her all night long, until it hurts too much to keep going.
Chloe reaches for me, clawing my thigh, and whimpers. It's such a pretty, weak sound, it drives all thoughts from my head except to fuck her and fill her with my cum. So, I slide my hands down to her hips, tighten my grip until I'm sure there will be bruises, and do just that.
* * *
I leaveher in my bed and yank my pants on. The smell of sex, sweat, and my self-loathing fill the air. Without so much as a backward glance at her, I leave the room to go check on the one thing that brings meaning to my life—Kelsie.
If I keep giving in to Chloe, I’m the biggest part of the problem. By not setting firm boundaries, I’m basically giving her the okay to behave the way she’s acting. The blame isn’t all hers; I could be telling her no. Telling her to get the fuck out of my house. Dragging her out of my home by the hair and calling the cops on her for showing up.
Except…I know that’s not true.
Some part of me knows there’s something going on here; I just don’t know what. Chloe isn’t going to put the claws away and let me go anytime soon and I’m pretty sure I don’t want her to.
As I peek in the door at my peacefully sleeping daughter, I find myself hoping she doesn’t turn out fucked up in the head like I obviously am. I want her to live a good, wholesome, well-loved life, but that’s a dream that feels like it’s slipping further and further away from me. I can blame Marissa for wanting to take her away from me, but this is just as much on me. Marissa sure isn’t making me fuck my student. I can’t even completely blame Chloe for that one.
Closing the door, my mind slips back to what’s lying in my bed. I close Kelsie’s door and head back toward my room with no desire for sleep. Especially if Chloe is still there. I am ashamed of how fucking weak I’ve been. I shouldn’t have given in. I need to fight the urge to be with her, but there’s something about Chloe that just won’t let me ignore her. I can’t resist her pull.
Opening my bedroom door, I’m ready to ask her to leave, but she’s not there. Relief fills me, along with the cold finger of fear tracing up my spine, because I can’t help but wonder what Chloe will do next. She’s proven she can just appear, that she has no qualms about contact with my daughter, and that she’s not going to let me gracefully escape her clutches—not that I can keep myself away from her anyway. The worst part is that I really, truly have no fucking idea what Chloe is capable of or how far she’ll go in this sick, twisted game she’s playing.
How far will she take this?