CHAPTER SEVEN
Thorn
“Thorn?” I heard Pamela’s voice float around the office on my cell’s speaker but didn’t respond, my mind reeling back to the previous night’s activity. “Mr. Thorn, you’re not listening to me.”
I sighed.
“Sorry, Pam. Just have a lot on my mind.”
Amusement was in her tone. Her face smiled wryly on my phone screen.
“Are the girls getting on your nerves? I will never understand why you decided to invest in reform schools. You weren’t even brought up with the same kind of discipline.”
True. But that was the thing. Kids need discipline which is why I started this chain of academies. These days, teens ran free, exploring their inner selves and doing whatever the hell they wanted. If you asked me, I’d say my brother was my inspiration for why I went on with this. A child who was brought up with a silver spoon in his mouth, with no rules and regulations. Kids need a framework. Kids need boundaries. Adam had neither and look how he’d turned out.
My parents should have been more hands on, but for whatever reason they’d hoped Adam would change on his own. Not likely. But it was too late now, he was decayed and rotten to the core.
But Pam was right. I was distracted. I had a lot on my mind, and that something was Minnie. I couldn’t stop thinking about how she sucked my dick, and how she handled my length when I erupted on her, showering her with my seed.
Fuck.
Did I screw up?
Hell yeah.
Because she’s a teen girl. Shit, feeling my jizz on her might get her hopes up. She might get too lost in a fantasy and dream that there was something there between us, special and true. After all, Minnie was young, and that’s what teenagers do. They have fantasies about true love.
Fuck me.
“Thorn?” Pamela repeated and then I heard her sigh on the other end of the line. “I’m starting to think that letting you stay in that school is a bad idea.”
Maybe Pam was right. Maybe this was a bad idea and I should have left Forest Hills weeks ago. More for my mental health than anything else. Fuck. There was no contract between Minnie and I and yet I couldn’t stop.
But Minnie…
God, Minnie loved it.
I saw the way her eyes had widened when she saw my shaft, saw how her mouth opened slightly, almost drooling at the sight of me. I saw the lust flash in her eyes, the need to wrap her mouth around my length and suck the pole dry.
If I closed my eyes, I could still see her bobbing her head back and forth as she took me in whole, my dick hitting the back of her throat. It’d been amazing, seeing the nude female struggling even as she wanted it so bad.
But what shook me most were her words. She’d told me with words her desire:
“Everything, Master Thorn. Give me everything.”
“More, Master Thorn. Please more.”
And finally, the most important sentence:
“I’m yours Master. Take me.”
She’d spoken her acceptance, her voice breathless and hoping. The female had wanted me in the same way I wanted her, the way that I stayed up nights tossing and turning dreaming about that fantastical body with creamy curves.
“Do you submit?” I’d ground out. It was a question I always asked a submissive, never a student. But I didn’t see Minnie as a student. I saw her as woman willing to give herself to my needs, willing to acknowledge the game that I wanted to play.
“Yes,” was her breathless answer and the alpha in me had roared in satisfaction. There might not be a contract between us but her answer to the question was all the Dom needed to hear.
And there would be time for lessons because Minnie needed training. Just the way she sucked my dick was a good example. I pictured those sweet peachy lips stretching so I would fit in her mouth, cheeks hollowing as she inhaled as hard as possible.
But at the same time, the girl didn’t know how exactly to do it. Her eagerness was amazing, her natural instinct excellent. But this was no practiced whore. She didn’t know how to position her lips around my cock for the best angle. She didn’t know how to inhale first through her nose before pushing the hard shaft down her throat. She was an innocent when it came to this ordeal.
And so I’d stepped in, ever the accommodating teacher. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, so I gripped that small chin and edged her closer to my dick, slowly inching my length down that lovely swan-like neck.
And it wasn’t easy. Eyes wide and cheeks bulging with my cock inside that small mouth. Drool pouring from the corners of her mouth as the girl tried to adjust. And yet she hadn’t fought me. The redhead had allowed me to inch myself down her throat until I hit the back of her palate. And then the fun began.
Minnie sucked me whole like never before. The girl was new to the game, but some females just have natural skill. I’ve had hundreds of women do me, and most can’t take the entire ten inches. They always end up gagging, hacking and coughing before spitting out retching.
But not Minnie. Her natural ability to stretch had been insane, and once I got down there, it was fucking amazing. She’d moaned, boobies heaving as her throat was fucked, eyes begging me for more.
And shit, but I couldn’t wait to teach her.
“Thorn!” I could hear the irritation in Pamela’s voice and I sighed, running my hand through my hair, making the black strands stand on end.
“Shit, I’m so sorry, Pam. Say again?”
“God, Thorn, you’ve never been this distracted before,” Pamela admonished. “What’s on your mind?”
The secretary knew me well. There was a reason why my mother had wanted us to date. Pamela and I worked too well together, like a well-oiled machine. To be honest, Pam was honest-to-god the secret behind my success. If I didn’t have my secretary, then there was no one to keep me in check.
“It’s just the girls,” I lied. “We’ve got some troublemakers this year.”
Of course, my students were troublemakers by definition, so that was a safe answer. Because I didn’t want to tell her about Minnie. Pam knew of my predilections when it came to “relationships.” Of course she did. When things got out of hand, who would you think handled it?
But Pam has the nose of a bloodhound.
“Please don’t tell me there’s a student that you want to submit to you,” Pamela said, her voice filled with warning. “That could destroy everything you’ve built, Thorn.”
I closed my eyes. “I know, Pam.”
“Then?”
My hand ran through my hair, grateful to have someone like this on my side. Because my secretary will call me on my shit, the way she was doing now. She’d been through the incident with Miranda and remembered it all too well. It’d been bad. No worse than that. A fucking nightmare.
“Explain everything to me, Thorn,” Pam had demanded. “Everything. Do. Not. Leave. A. Detail. Out.” The woman was angry, that much was clear.
I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. “I wasn’t dating her. It’s a different kind of relationship, Pam.”
Silence for a moment.
“What does that mean?”
The shit had hit the fan. I took a deep breath, one hand covering my eyes tiredly.
“She’s my student,” was my reply, keeping my voice calm and collected. “But she wants it.” I could almost hear Pamela’s eyes widen with disbelief over the phone.
“Listen,” was my harsh grunt. “I like my women a certain way, Pam. It’s hard to explain, but it’s the way I like it.”
Evidently I wasn’t the only one frustrated from this conversation too. Pam let out another exasperated sigh.
“You know, I always compared you to Christian Grey because you’re a multi-billionaire and all. But BDSM? Really? How the hell did you end up in that?”
I shrugged. There was no need to explain myself. Frankly, this conversation could stop right now and that’d be that. But this was Pam and she knew everything about me already, from my bank account balance to the color of my socks. If there was anyone who could keep this secret safe, it was Pamela.
Besides, the story wasn’t that crazy, so I shared some details.
“I don’t have some tortured past,” I told her with a shrug. “I wasn’t abused or anything like that. But the first time I had sex with a cheerleader, she told me to spank her and pull her hair and I ended up liking it. In fact I loved it. I loved the power dynamic, how she was a submissive yet actually held my balls in the palm of her hand. So I did some research,” were my words. “I watched some BDSM on my laptop, and as I got older, gradually eased into the lifestyle.”
Pam looked like she was about to get a headache. “Are you taking precautions?”
I knew what she was talking about.
“Yes,” was my ground out reply. “In every way. I have a submissive sign a contract and there are terms and conditions. I make it clear that they won’t be getting any kind of relationship with me other than what’s set forth in the four corners of the document.”
My secretary was silent for a moment.
“I hope it works this time,” she said morosely. “For you and for me. You know, I still think of Miranda sometimes,” she said in a quiet voice.
There was silence for a moment.
“Thanks for handling that,” I growled. “Appreciate it.”
Pam sighed again.
“Most relationships aren’t based on paper,” she began slowly. “You know that. I know that. It doesn’t matter if that thing was signed in blood with a pinkie shake topping it off. Some things just can’t be captured by a document.”
I nodded my head.
“Yeah, tell me about it. But Pam,” I paused. “It’s different this time. And I’d like this to stay between us.”
Pam raised an eyebrow. “Like every dirty secret you have? Sure, I’ll shove it into one of the case files.”
I chuckled, knowing full well that she was going to do just that. Because even when she knew about it, Pam never judged nor did she say anything against it. Sometimes she would bump into a submissive when she met me at my place, but the woman was completely discreet. There was no glance of recognition, just a smooth, professional smile.
So Pam took care of my business in more ways than one. She got my subs onto birth control. She got them the morning after pill if it was needed. She got them counseling, and in the end, Pam was the one who wrote the Dear Jane email too. Sad, right? I didn’t even write it myself, my secretary did my dirty work.
But this wasn’t about Miranda anymore. This was about Minnie.
“Thorn,” Pam’s voice shook me from my memories. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”
How to answer this? Things were already out of control, even early on. So I went for the blunt truth.
“She’s different, I swear. Minnie’s real different.”
But Pam knew me too well.
“Oh god, Thorn,” the woman hissed. I could almost see her eyes roll with exasperation. “If anyone finds out, this will blow up. Everything will blow up and yes, your empire will burn with it, Thorn. You’ll lose everything. It’ll be the fall of Rome.”
I closed my eyes and rubbed my face tiredly.
“Don’t you think you’re overreacting?”
“No!” was her vehement reply. “Literally the fall of Rome. Why would you do this? You have a network of academies at stake. You have so many assets that people want to get their hands on. You have enemies. So why would you make yourself vulnerable by taking up with a student?”
Why?
Because Minnie was irresistible, creamy and beautiful, with the natural instincts of a sub. But I couldn’t say that. So instead, I bowed my head.
“I know, Pam. I know. But nothing really happened. I didn’t fuck her.”
“But you want to,” Pam retorted immediately. “Don’t even pretend otherwise. Look, I don’t want to comment on your sex life, Thorn. You pay me to work for you and that’s what I do. But a piece of advice from an old friend. If you’re going to ruin everything, make sure that she’s worth it and not some hooch that has your dick in a vise.”
Trust Pam not to mince words. I had to chuckle at that one.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” were my dry words. “How’s Kathy by the way?”
I could almost hear her rolling her eyes at me.
“Don’t think that asking about my daughter will get you off the hook, Thorn, but she’s fine. She’s excited for the trip we’re going on soon.”
A smile made its way to my face, the image of a baby Kathy flashing in my mind once more.
“That’s good then. Did she get the present I sent?”
Pam snorted. “She loved it. I swear, Thorn, get my daughter one more gadget and we will be having a serious talk. You know how their generation is these days.”
“Hey, I’m just the uncle who’s job is to spoil his niece. You know you guys are like family to me.”
Pam’s voice got softer.
“I know, Thorn, I know. And Kathy appreciates it, as do I. But I want you to watch out, okay? Don’t go off the deep end. It’s not worth it. No woman is worth the consequences. Especially when you have so much at stake.”
I nodded.
“Gotcha boss.”
She sighed into the phone once more.
“Anything else, Mr. Thorn?”
“Naw, that’s all,” were my words.
Pam just shook her head, like I was a recalcitrant fifth grader.
“I’ll email you the rest of the things that you need to sign then,” my secretary informed me. “Look for it in your inbox. And please, please, please Thorn, think before you act. I don’t want to witness your ruin.”
“You won’t,” I assured her.
Her expression was rueful.
“Somehow, I wish I could believe that, but you always do what you want to do.”
Alright, this was getting out of hand.
“Bye Pam,” were my final words. “Talk later.”
And with that the phone clicked. Finally. Sometimes I felt like my secretary was more of a mom than an assistant, nagging me about this or that. I had this under control. The Minnie situation wasn’t gonna get too crazy. I just wanted to experiment a little, explore what the girl had to offer. This wasn’t going to be another Miranda situation. Not even close.
So turning back to my computer, I clicked through my emails, working through this godawful to-do list. There was a bunch of shit to get done, the regular stuff. Checking on the financial status of my other schools. Hiring a new administrator at Mountain Meadow. Bringing in a new extracurricular for the students Penny Base. It kept me occupied, mind chugging away.
But the images wouldn’t stop.
Minnie with my dick in her mouth.
Minnie bent over, naked and chained to the windowsill.
Minnie screaming my name, gasping with pleasure.
Her moans filling up the cabin, breathy and tortured.
I slammed my hand on my desk, rubbing my temples in frustration. I had to stop thinking about Minnie period. She needed discipline, and I was here to give it to her. That’s all. None of this moaning and panting, distracting me from my work.
But unfortunately, with Minnie it was different.
She lured me in with that figure. Those curvy Double Ds and her tantalizing hips. The way her curves jiggled tantalizingly, creamy and lush.
And it was more than just the physical. It was the burning passion she had for her would-be profession, how her face lit up from within each time she spoke about it. How she spoke about her dreams, her commitment to making it come true. The redhead was animated, confident and beautiful, success a given.
And yet there was hurt there too. Bewilderment that her father sent her here. Nursing a wound that was private, something below the surface that I could glimpse but not see clearly. There were layers to this girl that pulled me in, making her an intriguing mystery.
So what to do now? Minnie loved our sessions, that was for sure. She wanted it just as much as I did, but did that even matter? She’s a student at Forest Hills. Untouchable. Placed here under my guidance.
And yet I was crossing every boundary. More than crossing, busting through these things like they were nothing but flimsy paper tape. There were real consequences like Pam had said. Maybe not on the scale of the fall of Rome, but yeah, I could lose a shit ton.
But what’s done is done, right? I’d already gone so far. I’d chained her and cuffed her. I’d blown my seed on her body and let her taste my dick, all under the pretense of “therapy.” So why stop now?
Shit.
Choices, man, choices.
And the thing is I knew exactly what was going to happen.
It wasn’t even a question.
Because the girl loved every second. She’d spread my seed on her chest, lathering and massaging it on her breasts and putting her finger onto her mouth and sucking, tasting my essence. She had closed her eyes then, as if my semen was her favorite delicacy, licking those pink lips like a cat lapping at cream.
So yeah, it wasn’t even a choice.
There was truly something about Minnie that I couldn’t pinpoint. There was something about her that lured me in, like a lion to a lamb. Delectable and sweet, ready to be devoured.
And I was gonna eat.
I wasn’t gonna let her get away, hell no.
Not when it was this good.
There are gambles in life, and I was taking this one. I was gonna fuck my little student, even if it cost me my livelihood. Even if they took my fortune and put me in jail.
So maybe Pat was right all along. Maybe Minnie was trouble in a way I didn’t anticipate. Because with the way my mind was going, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. Hell, I didn’t even want to stop myself. It might fuck up my life. It might have long-term consequences that I’d regret later on. But for now … the girl was my submissive, and that was that.