Teach Me Page 3

  “Why not?”

  “Because you’re not a fucking weapon for them to use against me. You understand? You talk to no one about us.”

  I nod. “I understand.”

  “Good. Now come here and let me eat that pussy until the pizza gets here.”

  Somehow, I find the strength in my legs to go to him as he asks. He holds me up over his face and inserts his tongue deep, swirling inside of me, and rubbing my clit hard with his thumb. The pizza guy rings the buzzer before I come and I am a mess when Lucas pushes me to the floor in order to answer the door. I don’t get up and I realize what it must look like to the kid who brings the food, but I don’t care. I need Lucas’s tongue again. He pays for the food, but doesn’t send the kid away. Instead, he invites him again, as if that’s appropriate.

  “She’s fucking hot, isn’t she?” The kid nods. He can’t be much over eighteen and he certainly doesn’t look like Lucas. “Do you want to watch her come?”

  The kid gets excited and I can’t believe this is happening, especially after Lucas saying he doesn’t share. He moves to the floor, and slides between my legs, lifting my ass of the floor, and getting back into my cunt. I orgasm and as I look up, I see the pizza guy watching. It’s embarrassing, but I can’t stop the sensations and I cry out, whimpering and shaking and twitching while the dude stares at us. My tits are shaking as I come and I am utterly humiliated. As soon as I come, Lucas pays the kid and then locks the door.

  “I told you I don’t share,” he yells at me.

  “I didn’t invite him to watch,” I reply.

  “Either way, you’re going to be punished. Bend over, you fucking slut.”

  I do, pushing my tits against the hard wood of the dining room table, and Lucas goes to the kitchen while I wait. He comes back with the heavy cutting board and grins. “Spread ‘em,” he commands.

  I do, and he winds up, bringing the cutting board down on my ass so fucking hard I scream. “No,” I cry.

  “Oh yes. Yes, slut.” He hits me again and again with the board, each time harder than the last. I won’t be able to sit down when he’s done and I’m in tears as he punishes me. Then, he drops the board, positions himself behind, and slides into me again. My ass is burning, and I am so angry and humiliated and sore, but my stupid fucking cunt just takes him in and gets wet immediately. He fucks me hard against the table, but we both come fast this time. He pulls out, comes on my ass, and then spins me around, kissing me hard. “Remember. I have no problem punishing you.”

  We eat the pizza in silence, still naked. I don’t know what this is. No one has ever made me feel like Lucas does, both in good and bad ways. He’s incredibly sexy and I can’t believe how good fucking him is, but he is also violent and mean and a little scary. I don’t know if I really like the way he treats me and I am tempted to tell him to get the fuck out. However, after we eat, he cleans up the pizza, does the dishes, and then comes back to the dining room. Lifting me in his arms, Lucas carries me to my bed and lays me down. He lies beside me and kisses me gently all over my body. I start to forget his temper until he reminds me.

  “I know I’m a little rough around the edges, but I have always wanted to be with you, Miss Lawlor. I won’t hurt you, even if it seems frightening. If you ever think you’re in danger, just tell me. I never, ever want you to hurt. Unless it’s the good kind of pain that I can help you forget.”

  “That was pretty intense,” I admit. “Maybe a little too intense.”

  “Really? You seemed to love it.”

  I can’t deny that I did. Maybe I just wasn’t prepared for it. “Fine. But at least let’s use a safe word? So I can tell you if it is going too far?”

  “Absolutely. How about, um, lampshade?” He comes up with the word by naming the first thing he sees in front of him, which is kind of lame, but also a little adorable.

  I laugh. “Lampshade it is. And speaking of too far, I really don’t think I can do anymore tonight,” I tell him.

  “That’s okay. I won’t be around much the next few days, so you’ll have some time to recover. Our fucking will be quick when you get home from school. And tonight, while you sleep, I’ll just touch and kiss you everywhere. So you can have pleasant dreams.”

  I feel like that might be distracting, but he’s already on it, and surprisingly, the physical exhaustion takes over, allowing me to fall asleep while he’s kissing and playing with me. It’s not a sexual touch, but it feels nice and I doze off. When morning comes, he’s in the bathroom, so I don’t know if he really did do it all night long. I get ready for school, promise him I will head back as soon as the bell rings, and head out. I’m having trouble walking normal. Lucas is going to ruin me.

  Four

  Crazy shit is happening at school. Kade McNamara was suspended today and everyone is talking about it. He had missed a few days and then showed up today high out of his fucking head. He had bruises all over him and a black eye, which certainly helped spread the rumors of underground fighting and tournaments arranged by Tim Pollen. It’s all anyone wants to discuss, even the teachers, and the lounge is where I get all the details. Someone overheard a story that Kade was intentionally trying to get suspended, because there is a huge fight this weekend. I listen closely, and consider asking Lucas. He said he would be busy for the next few nights, but I know he doesn’t want to answer questions.

  Cara stops by at the end of the day. I’m supposed to be out the door when the bell rings, per Lucas’s orders, but I have a lot of papers to grade and I need to gather my things. When she comes in, I don’t want to blow her off, either. Lucas can wait a few minutes. He can’t think I am literally going to leave the second the bell rings.

  “Hey, I was going to talk to you yesterday, but then you had company. It was nice of Lucas to stop by to say hello,” she says.

  “It was,” I agree, hoping I am not blushing. Having Lucas here in my classroom was anything but nice.

  “How’s he doing? Have you heard some of the rumors?”

  “I have, but I just ran into him again. I don’t really know how much is true.”

  “You ran into him? Oh. I thought he had just popped in.”

  “Yeah, I mean, I happened to see him out and about and told him to stop by some time so we could catch up.” I hate backtracking, but I know that, legal or not, there are definitely people who would not look kindly on my relationship with Lucas. Especially given our interactions yesterday here in this room. That would definitely be a fireable offense.

  “Is he working? He was dressed pretty well for a kid from the shitty part of town with no parents.”

  I don’t want to talk about Lucas’s past. I never liked talking about it when he was still just a kid in my classes. He mostly raised his sister, which explains a lot about why he went off the deep end when she was taken into child custody. I know they considered putting him in custody, too, but he was already 17 at that point. It just wasn’t worth the legal hassles. I never knew what happened to his parents, but I did meet his aunt once. She was the one who officially had custody, although she never moved into the house after his parents died. At least that was the story everyone seemed to agree on as it passed through the school.

  “I think so? I know he’s doing pretty well for himself. Not sure what he’s up to.”

  “You think there’s any truth to those stories? Underground fighting? Drug deals? Think Lucas would get dragged into things with Tim and Kade?”

  “I have no idea,” I tell her, although Lucas told me himself he was in business with Tim.

  “It’s really scary. They’re just kids,” she says. The comment stirs a lot of guilt in me, but Lucas has not acted like a kid at all. In fact, he seems a lot more experienced than I am. Still, I am fucking a former student and he could be in real trouble. I have no tolerance for drug use, and yet I haven’t said a word about the fact that I know he gets high, simply because it gives him the stamina of a superhero. I’m really failing as a role model. My wet pussy has taken precedenc
e over a student’s well-being.

  I don’t pay much attention to Cara for the rest of the conversation and, as I drive home, I’m distraught. What am I doing? I need to get Lucas help, not allow him to destroy himself just because I’m so impressed with his cock.

  When I get home, though, my plans of talking things out are ruined, because he is in a rage. He slams the door and throws me against it.

  “You were supposed to come right home,” he slurs. Great. Drunk and high.

  “I was talking to another teacher. What did you want me to say? ‘I need to get home to fuck my former student?’”

  His face is right next to mine and at first I think he might hit me, but instead he drags me to the bedroom. He tears my clothes off, pushes me onto the bed and, out of nowhere, he produces a rope and ties me to the frame while I am face down.

  “Don’t move,” he says and chuckles a little as he leaves. I’m going to go broke if he keeps ripping my clothes off like this. When he comes back, he has a roll of duct tape, and he pulls a piece loose, covering my mouth. He wraps it all the way around so I can’t force it off.

  “When I say you will come right home, you will come right home,” he says, and then I struggle against my bonds as he shoves something into my asshole. It’s definitely not him, because I would die if he tried to slide in there with no lube, but it is shocking. More shocking is when he leaves it there and then slides his cock against my pussy.

  “I am going to fuck you hard, but if you come, you will be punished. You will not come unless I tell you you can come. Do you understand?”

  I try to speak against the tape, but I can’t.

  Lucas leans close to my ear and growls. “I asked if you fucking understand? Nod your fucking head yes, bitch.”

  I nod and he slams himself into me. I can’t help how good it feels and I know it will be impossible not to come. He goes faster and faster until my clit feels like it will pop and then, in the cruelest move possible, Lucas reaches under me and thumbs my clit. I try to resist, but it’s too fucking good and I come. I come by squirting everywhere, too, and the wetness is profound. He slips around inside of me, because there is so much, and I can’t stop squirting.

  “Bitch,” he cries out. “I told you not to come.”

  He pulls out, unties me, and turns me over. Whatever is in my ass is still in there. Looking at Lucas’s cock, I can see the vein pulsing and I am scared of what he is going to do. He rebinds me to the bed and then starts to jerk off. I want to touch him, to feel his balls in my mouth, to suck his cock, but I am completely immobile and I have tape over my mouth. I watch his hand move quickly up and down the shaft and it’s so fucking hot. He watches me watching him and grins.

  “Miss Lawlor, you make my cock so fucking hard. Look how fucking hard you make me.”

  It has started to grow redder and I know it won’t be long. I want his cum. I don’t want him to do it himself, but there is nothing I can do. I want to be soaked with it, to drink it, to feel him in every hole. Instead, all I can do is watch his stroke faster and faster until suddenly it blows. Cum spills out of the head and lands all over my face, my neck, my tits, and my hair. Some hits the wall behind me. Lucas bends over, tears the duct tape off my face – which hurts like hell – and pushes my face against the wall.

  “Lick it up, slut,” he says.

  It is so good and I like every drop. I reach down to where it landed on my tits and get that on my fingers, cleaning it up and wishing it was inside of me.

  “I need more of you,” I beg.

  “Too bad. Your punishment is that you need to wait until tomorrow.”

  “No,” I whine.

  “Yes. And, even more, you will be here, tied up, thinking about what you did, until I get home. I will make sure I am back by the morning so you can get to school, but you’ll be tied here until I return.”

  “I can’t, Lucas. I need to relieve the ache,” I plead.

  “Well, how’s this?” He goes to the nightstand and pulls out a strap on vibrator I have never seen before. He attaches the straps, slips the vibrating part inside of me, and turns the setting to max. It tears through me and I feel myself coming, but then I realize I will be here for more than twelve hours tied up like this. With the nonstop vibrations running through my cunt. I wonder if anyone has died from this kind of stimulation. Lucas doesn’t care, though, and kisses me quickly.

  “See you in the morning, babe.”

  The vibrator continues to drive me wild. The attachment teases my clit and vibrates against my G-spot. Whatever Lucas put in my ass in still there and I come and come, realizing I may just die from ecstasy. It is going to be a long night. The vibrator continues to buzz as my body twitches.

  Five

  Somehow, I managed to fall asleep with the vibrator still buried in my pussy, and when Lucas kisses me awake, my body is shivering. I lost track of how many times I came and I am actually terrified of touching my clit every again when he removes the attachments. He unties me and I pull out the thing in my ass. It is the handle of one of my wooden kitchen spoons. I guess I won’t use that one again. I take a fast shower, since Lucas is a little late. I don’t want to tell him, though, because I don’t know what my punishment will be and I need to get to work.

  When I am dressed, I go to him on the bed. He looks tired and I am pretty sure there are bruises forming, but they’re still too fresh to tell.

  “What happened to you?” I ask.

  “I told you. No questions,” he says. “I left some money on the table. Get yourself some clothes today. But I want you home by five. I need to leave at seven and my cock needs to be buried in you.”

  “I promise,” I say. “Any requests for clothing?”

  “Anything easy to rip off,” he smiles.

  Damn, this kid will be the death of me. I don’t think I can take much more of his intensity, but yet I refuse to walk away from him. It’s only been a couple of days and I have had more sex – more fantastic sex – than I have had in years. I know I need to address the drugs and the fighting rumors, but every time I try, he distracts me with his monster cock. I feel so weak, being such a slut that I need his cock desperately.

  I realize suddenly that I am supposed to dance tomorrow. I know I told him that I would quit, but I need to give notice, and I bring it up before I leave. His eyes darken.

  “Why can’t you just quit?”

  “Because it’s rude,” I tell him. “You can’t come to the club? You can make sure no one touches me.”

  “Not this weekend,” he says. “And I don’t like the idea of another guy having his hands on you.”

  “They can’t touch us, you know. Not without permission. And no one is getting my permission.”

  “Fine,” he says. “Tomorrow?”

  I nod.

  “You come home right away after work. I will fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to take another guy tomorrow night.”

  I don’t bother to tell him that I have no interest in another guy. I kind of like the idea of him fucking me to claim me.

  I rush out the door to work. My pussy still feels like it’s vibrating.

  ****

  Lucas gave me a lot of money and I feel a little bad spending it. However, I figure he will punish me if I don’t, and, although his punishments have thus far been wonderful, I want to make him happy. I buy plenty of easily torn clothes and some incredibly sexy panties. I know he’ll love those. I debate, but decide to go ahead and buy the fuck me pumps I see. Let’s be honest. The clothes are for work, but they’re also to drive Lucas wild when I get home.

  When I get home, he’s agitated. I don’t know what’s wrong, but he doesn’t seem okay.

  “Hi,” I purr and come up behind him, slipping my hands down his pants. His cock springs into readiness and I play with it. “Miss me?”

  “Sorry, but I can’t right now.”

  I take my hand out and sit across from him. “What’s up?”

  His eyes are bloodshot. I hope
it’s not a drug thing, but the alternative is that he has been crying, which is worse. “I had something I needed to do this weekend, but someone fucked up. And now, I don’t know what’s gonna happen.”

  “Tonight, too?”

  He shakes his head. “No, tonight’s good, but there was some big money resting on this weekend.”

  “Can I ask you something, Lucas?”

  He nods. “Sure.”

  “There’s a rumor going around school. Something involving you, Tim Pollen, and Kade McNamara. And underground fighting.”

  “I told you. Things went south for me by the time I graduated. Tim came to me and said I could make a lot of money fast. I was already messing around with drugs and, well, I needed some extra cash. I didn’t realize just how much money I could make, nor how good I would be at it. Things were going well. Until Kade turned 18 a month ago.”

  “You’re fighting for money?”

  “Don’t act like it’s a big deal. You show men your cunt for money.”

  I can’t really find a retort for that, so I keep my mouth shut.

  “The point is that I moved up fast and I was on top. And then Kade came along and Tim is giving him some of my fights. Including one this weekend possibly. If he fights well tomorrow, I lose the whole tournament. Which is a big payout.”

  “I would hate to see you face off against Kade,” I admit.

  “I could take him. He’s big, but he’s dumb.”

  “Anyway, I’m kind of screwed.”

  “How much do you spend on drugs?” It’s a tough question, but it’s important. He’s been staying with me, but I am not ready to take him in permanently yet and he needs to focus on keeping the money coming in going out to the right things. I may not need the money he’s throwing at me, but if he’s wasting it to get high…

  “Drugs are recreational. I can stop anytime.”