Chapter Seven
Willow
The way he came up to the school like that… Bella could have been right there next to me, what then? Mr. Gold is turning my world upside down in all the most delicious ways. I can barely pay attention to the questions on the midterm. The classroom is cold and all the students are dead silent. I could only guess that some of them were going through some type of panic of whether they would fail or not.
Luckily I studied. But the thoughts of Mr. Gold doing things to me with his hands… spanking me, biting me, licking me. I am distracted by heady daydreams and dampening panties. This time I took the liberty to actually wear panty liners to keep me from spotting myself. My nipples harden and every little move I make causes them to rub against my bra and make me squirm and mash my thighs together.
I can’t wait to get out of here.
Only ten…
Five..
Two questions to go.
I pack up quickly, my breathing ragged and my heart pounding all around my ribcage. I want Mr. G to fully fuck me so badly. But not the plain kind of fucking, no, I want him to be brutal. Nasty. Dominating. I want to become his slave, his sex doll on demand. The thoughts of everything that makes us so dangerous can fuck off. It would be impossible to keep myself from him. I’d have to move and keep my living place a secret if I were to break it off from him.
But then he’d probably still find me and I’d fall in love even harder.
When I shuffle my papers together to give to my teacher, he looks at me strangely and takes my papers.
“Ms. Roman, can I see you in my office. I’ll meet you there in a second,” he says.
“Okay, Mr. Rumsfer.”
I walk to his office while I huff and puff to myself.
What the hell is going on now? I’m one of the best students in there and I have stuff to do!
I wait outside the door to his office down the hall from the classroom. Soon, he emerges from the classroom and strides down the hall. Odd, the rest of the class is still taking their test… Isn’t he supposed to be in there with them?
Without saying a word, he opens the door to his office and we walk inside. When he closes the door behind me, my skin crawls.
“Mr. Rumsfer, is there something wrong?” I ask, impatient.
“Ms. Roman. I’ve been impressed with your skill in our class this semester. I think you’re stunning.” Mr. Rumsfer is standing by his desk and inches towards me. Things get stuffier and I step back.
This is where I get the hell outta here.
I turn around to open the door and he tries to grab my arm. With a swift kick to the knee, he falls to the ground. Before leaving, I tell him, “if you want to make something out of this, I swear you’ll never be hired anywhere again! Do you know who I am? I’m a Roman!” The last part of that sentence came out as a hiss, but nonetheless I am not going to take shit from some idiotic dumb man. Not when someone like Mr. Gold is around. Only he can touch me and make me drip.
No one else.
No one.
***
I don’t know why I cried. But I feel vulnerable and the only person I want to see is him… Ryan. Ryan Gold. My boss and my lover. I park by his front door and see him on the steps waiting cooly. He comes down to where I am and like a gentleman, opens the door for me to get out.
“Mr. Gold—”
“You’re crying. Come inside. Let’s talk.”
He ushers me into his master bedroom. The bedroom I’ve seen many times in quick passing but never been in. It smells just like him and the temperature is kept at a chill. When he comes out of the bathroom with tissue, he hands it to me and sits by me on his huge spacious king bed.
“Tell me why you’re crying,” he demands, his voice caring yet stern.
“It’s nothing.” I really don’t want to talk about another man around Mr. Gold anyways. “Hold me?”
“Willow, tell me right now. I demand an answer,” he insists, impatience rising in his voice.
His voice makes me melt on the inside. But I still refuse to tell him. I just don’t want that floating around between us right now.
When I lean in to kiss him, he pulls away and gets up.
“I don’t like it when my questions go unanswered.”
“Then aren’t you going to punish me?”
I’m smiling but he’s not.
Fine.
“Okay okay. My math teacher tried to make a pass at me. It wasn’t—”
“Did he touch you?” he asks, his eyebrows furrowing. He grits his teeth and I get up to calm him down.
“No he didn’t go all the way, but I did have to knee him and put him in his place.”
Mr. Gold opens his mouth as if he is about to say something else, but closes it and looks away swiftly. Thank god he didn’t ask for a name. Then I’d have to worry.
“Mr. Gol—”
He pushes me back onto his bed, kissing me, pining me down on his soft bed. My arms flail around on the silky sheets and then migrate to his back as I wrap my legs around him.
“Mr. Gold, don’t let me leave without giving me everything. I want you inside me so badly,” I say, my voice quivering like my pussy.
“Then do as I say. And nothing more. Or else all I’ll do is tease you and you’ll never get any of my cock in that wet young pussy of yours.”
I shiver and swallow. “Yes, Mr. Gold.”