Her Father, My Master: Mentor (5 page)

He seemed to know it, and he thrust faster and harder.  I was seeing stars again from the overwhelming sensation of his member filling me like this.  I knew I wouldn’t be able to get an experience like this with anyone else.  Only Mr. Hendricks could fill me up completely.  Only he could satisfy me.  I groaned, my cunt clenching reflexively at that thought, and Mr. Hendricks spastically pushed against me, at the sensation of my tight hole squeezing him even further.

“Jesus,” his voice grated in my ear, his breath rough and panting now.  Even though he didn’t say it, I knew he was going to come soon.  But I was going to come first.

I gave a juddering breath and moaned loudly, and for a second time that night, an orgasm rolled through my body.  My already over-stimulated clit pulsed strongly, and my pussy throbbed around Mr. Hendricks.

And that was just too much for him.  He spastically slammed against me now, groaning loudly with need.  He was close, he was so close, I could just sense it.  And finally, with a roar, he unloaded inside me, coming hard and strong.  I could almost feel his come flying out in ropey bursts, and filling me to the brim.  That thought sent another shiver through my body.

“Yes,” I moaned, still grabbing at him.  “Yes…”

He smiled, still panting for air.  “Yes indeed.  You
are
a good little girl.”  I nodded, looking up at him.  He was mind-blowingly sexy.  My head swam as I tried to take him in, as I tried to take in everything that had happened, everything that he’d done to me.  He hunched down over me, his lips close to my ear.  “And you need more of me.  This isn’t enough, is it?”

“No,” I whispered.  I didn’t think it would be possible to ever get enough of him.

“What a naughty little girl you are,” he admonished, and my heart skipped a beat for a second.  Was I bad?  Did he not want me anymore?  But he just lay there, kissing my ear and neck, still firmly embedded inside me, and I knew that couldn’t be true.

As much as I wanted to, we couldn’t stay this way forever, though.  With a loud groan and slight wince, Mr. Hendricks pulled out of me, his cock still completely hard and erect.  He moved off of me and stood up by the bed, his body silhouetted by the nearby lamp.  He was all angles and muscles, and even though he was older, he was still gorgeous.  Maybe it was because he was older.

He just wasn’t built like most of the boys at school.  Those children looked like little girls, next to his powerfully built form.  His shoulders were so broad, his waist was so thick.  Everything about him was massive.  And I loved it.  I loved the feeling of being utterly dwarfed and overpowered by him.  My heart gave a flutter as I had a fleeting thought of him pushing me down on the bed, forcing me, taking me whether I asked for it or not.  Whether I wanted it or not.

Of course, I did want it.  But that imagery sent another throb through my pussy.  The sheer power of this man was unbelievably arousing.

He held out a hand to me, and I took it.  He pulled me up, and slapped my firmly on the bottom.  “Naughty girls need to get cleaned up.  Go take a shower.”

“Yes, sir,” I said quietly, and padded off silently to the bathroom.  I noticed that, around him, I did everything much more quietly.  I was so demure around him, unsure of myself.  I felt so different.  I felt like this was my true self.

At school, I exuded an air of confidence.  I had to, or I would be eaten alive by my own schoolmates.  But deep down, I knew that confidence was feigned.  I was just as unsure and uncertain of myself as anyone else in that system.  Maybe even more so.  I felt like I had so much to live up to, to my teachers and my parents both.  And I knew it was because of my older sister.  She was a genius, she got straight A’s throughout her entire school career, was the team captain on the lacrosse team, and ended up with an academic scholarship to an Ivy League university.

I, on the other hand, was a girl firmly wedged in the realm of mediocrity.  My grades were decent, but not great.  I was on the cheerleading squad, not an actual sports team like my parents wanted.  As if cheerleading wasn’t a sport.  I wasn’t as pretty or as smart as her.  I felt like my sister’s shadow, most of the time.

Since she’d left for college, I’d blossomed somewhat, but her influence was far-reaching.  She still phoned home, and my parents talked about her quite a bit, even in her absence.

I shook my head, wondering why my thoughts had chosen to meander to that corner of my psyche, as I turned on the unfamiliar shower.  Water sluiced cleanly over me, washing away the sweat and saliva and semen.  I suddenly tensed, realizing what he’d done to me.  He’d come inside me.  And I wasn’t on the pill.

I finished my shower quickly, and wrapped myself in a towel before dashing out into the bedroom.  Mr. Hendricks was lying on the bed.  “I’m not on the pill,” I said breathlessly, knowing that he would know what I meant.

He stood, and my legs grew weak at the knees again.  Damn him for being able to do this to me!  I was worried, yet I still wanted him to jump on me and ravage me, and take me with as much force as he could muster.  Which I was certain was a lot.

“It’s quite all right,” he said smoothly.  “I’ve got that taken care of on my side.”

I nodded mutely.  He must have had that operation I’d vaguely heard about in Health class.  A vasectomy, I think it was called.  That worry melted away, but others rose to take its place.

Now that I’d had a few minutes to calm down, I realized the gravity of my situation.  I’d had sex with this man.  And I wanted more.  I knew deep down that people would think it was wrong, though.  That he was taking advantage of me, my youth, my innocence, my willingness to please.  But they were wrong.

As first, I was planning on using
him
, to get back at Maddie.  But I should have known better.  I should have known from the first moment that I conceived of this plan that he was not a man to be used in such a manner.  And now he had me, thoroughly and completely.  I needed him.

And it was amazing how quickly that need had grown.  I had always been a people pleaser, and this seemed like the ultimate pleasure.

I felt so confused however.  My brain was a scattered mix of thoughts, with completely random ones frothing and bubbling to the surface, seemingly unbidden.  What was I going to do?

Mr. Hendricks answered that question for me.  He strode over to me now, sensing my agitation, and embraced me firmly, a hand stroking my wet hair.  “
Madison
has volleyball practice every Saturday, from 7 to 9 in the evening.  If you want to continue with this… exploration, come see me next week at that time.”

“Yes, sir.”  I nodded as I spoke, and I knew I couldn’t possibly refuse him.

It was
8:45
when I left his house, and I felt like I was in a dream.  I was driving on a cloud as my car rolled through the coiled street of the wealthy neighborhood.  The last couple of hours had been the most wonderfully surreal ones in my short life, and I only wanted more.  I wanted more time with him.  With my master.

As I
had
dressed myself, making ready to finally leave his house, he’d grabbed my shoulders once again, firmly, but not roughly.

“I want to lay down some ground rules in this relationship,” he said in an authoritative voice.  I knew I would have no choice but to obey whatever rules he set for me.  “First,” he continued, “I am the one who will determine meeting dates and times.  If you want to visit with
Madison
, fine, but I will not interact with you at those times.

“Second, I am your master.  You will address me as such, or as sir.  My word is law, and you must obey me.”  He stared at me sternly now, as I nodded silently.  I knew he was looking out for my best interests.  I was a stupid child, and sure to make mistakes if I was given any control at all.

“Third, you are not to speak of this relationship with anyone.  I think you know why.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Fourth, you are to meet me here at
7pm
, every Saturday night.  What’s your phone number?”

I dutifully gave it to him.

As he punched the number into his cell, he smiled.  “If there are other times we can meet, or if
Madison
’s practice is ever cancelled, I will send you a text.  It’s your duty to make sure you read it.”

“Yes, sir.”  I felt a small thrill every time I used that word.  He was my master.

“Good.  Now I want you to go home
.  If your parents ask where you’ve been, you now join
Madison
and watch her practice.”  He thought of everything, even the perfect excuse for me.

And now I was agonizingly on my way home.  I wanted to do nothing more than stay with Mr. Hendricks for the rest of my life, but I knew I had to depart at some point
. 
But I would be back.

I was hoping to not have to speak with my parents when I got home.  I didn’t want anything to pull me out of this lovely dream and back into reality.  But luck wasn’t on my side, and my father was at the kitchen table when I walked in the house.

"Hey sweetie, where've you been?"  He didn't ask the question in an accusatory tone, but I felt accused nonetheless.

"Hanging out with Maddie," I said defensively.  Maybe a little too defensively.

"That's all?" he pressed.  I knew he was trying to push me for further answers, but he
certainly
wasn't as intimidating as Mr. Hendricks could be.  He was a sweet, soft man, short with blond thinning hair.  He had a round feminine face, and a slight frame.  He looked rather like a male version of myself, and that was understandable
, as I was his blood
.

"Yeah, I continued, feeling slightly more confident.  I wasn't much of a liar, but my dad wasn't much of a sleuth.  "She asked me to come to practice with her, and I agreed.  That's all."

"Ah, I see.  There's some dinner in the fridge, if you want it."  He went back to reading his book, sipping his tea.  Mom hated how he drank tea so late at night, and kept trying to pushing herbal blends on him, but he wouldn't budge from his Earl Grey.

Feeling more at ease, I now opened the fridge door, and wedged my face in there, looking for something to eat.  I was a bit famished.

"Oh, have you heard from any colleges, yet?" my dad asked, his voice echoing in the door.

Colleges.  If anything could have pulled me out of my dreamlike trance faster, it was college talk.  My parents had pushed me to apply to the same schools as my sister, God only knows why.  She was the genius.  I would be lucky to be going to a public, state run school, with my grades.

And after the night I had, I didn't even want to think about college. 

"I don't know," I replied after many long moments.  "When do they start sending letters about this kind of stuff?"

"Your sister got most of her acceptance letters around the end of March, or the beginning of April."  God.  That was two weeks away.

I felt irrational panic begin to rise in my gut.  As soon as I found one thing,
one thing
wonderful in my life, it was going to be ripped away from me.

But that's how these things went.  My parents expected college, and off to college I would go.  Even it was a local community college for some bullshit degree.

My appetite was thoroughly vanquished by the subject, and I closed the fridge door now, heading upstairs.  I was suddenly very tired.  I just wanted it to be next Saturday already.

The week went by so sluggishly, I swear time had slowed by half.  Maddie seemed to be back to her old, un-skeptical self, and I certainly wasn't going to push the subject of her father.

I tried to remain angry with her, but it was difficult.  After all, she'd led me to this amazing budding relationship
/
thing/whatever-it-was with her father.  I couldn't hate her, because of that.

But that didn't mean I had to like her.  I was cordial enough to her during classes and lunch, but that was it. 
I would never forget what she'd done to me.

Jess, Ash, and Sophie could tell something about me had changed.  They assumed something inside me broke when I caught Maddie and Joey that fateful day, only a week ago.  I couldn't even begin to explain what was happening with me, so I didn't bother trying.  Let them think that I was having problems dealing with life.

I floated through the week.  I felt like I was simultaneously above it all, and not even there.  My mind was with Mr. Hendricks.  I couldn't stop thinking about him. 
I didn't know why, but m
y
thoughts
just kept drifting back to the man.  He'd mesmerized me, captivated me.  He'd shown me the tiniest taste of possibilities I didn't even know existed.  And I knew he would show me more.

On Thursday, I guessed Jess couldn't take my freaky behavior anymore, because she pulled me aside to have a frank discussion with me.

"What is up with you?" she asked in one of the hallway alcoves.  Though there were students buzzing all around, we were relatively secluded.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I replied
, more than a little defensively as I looked to the side at a most fascinating bug on the ground.