Honor Student (5 page)

“I think I’ve had enough.” I replied,
embarrassed. She frowned at me and Jeff looked disappointed but he
seemed to already move on to flirting with Becka.

“Call me tomorrow! We party like this all
weekend!” she yelled over the music and everyone around her
cheered.

“Okay” I said and made my way to the exit. As
soon as the cool night air hit me, I felt more energized. I pulled
out my phone to call my aunt who had not seemed to notice I did not
come home after school. The phone lit up before I could dial. The
caller I.D. read ‘unknown caller’ and I knew exactly who it
was.

“What?” I answered angrily, the alcohol
making me feel bolder than usual.

“You look like you have had too much to
drink.” Mr. Honor replied, his tone bordering on angry. I glanced
around the parking lot. He was leaning against his car a few rows
away from me.

“I can take care of myself, but thanks for
your concern.” I shot back and I could see him smiling.

“I’ll give you a ride.” He answered coolly. I
rolled my eyes but decided I did not have much of a choice. All of
my friends were entirely too drunk to drive.

“Fine” I replied, and hung up the phone. I
tried my best to look angry but he continued to grin and all I
could think about was kissing him again. He opened the passenger
door and slid into my seat as gracefully as I could manage.

Chapter Eleven

We rode in silence for a few minutes as we
made our way down the main strip. The streets were overflowing with
people who were out having a good time. I wrapped my arms around my
waist wishing I had eaten dinner before drinking.

“Have fun?” Mr. Honor asked as the muscles
flexed over his clenched jaw.

“I had a great time.” I replied with more
attitude than necessary. He stared ahead choosing not to respond.
“Where are we going?” I asked after a few more minutes of
uncomfortable silence.

“Back to my place, you need to eat
something.” He said as he glanced at me from the corner of his eye.
I thought about protesting but I was starving. I knew my aunt would
not have much in the way of food at her house.

“I need to call my aunt. If she comes home
and I’m not there…” I said as I dug my phone out of my pocket. He
reached over placing his hand on the phone before I could dial.

“Send her a message. Tell her you are staying
at a friend’s house. It won’t look good that you’re hanging out
with your teacher.” He glanced at me, waiting for my approval. I
nodded and he withdrew his hand. I sent a quick message letting her
know I was spending the night with Becka. I could always say we had
a change of plans when Mr. Honor took me home later on. I slipped
the phone back into my jeans just as we arrived at the old
warehouse. He parked the car and sat for a moment, thinking
something over. Whatever it was, he did not share it with me. I
felt incredibly nervous around him now. I pushed my door open and
waited for him. He motioned for me to go up the stairs, placing his
hand on my back as I walked. His touch was electric against my
skin. I bit my lip and tried to think of anything besides his
touch. As we made our way inside he went to the kitchen and began
pulling things from the refrigerator. I sat down at a barstool at
the island and watched him work.

He prepared a sandwich with a side of egg
salad and a large glass of water. I waved the drink away but he
pushed it closer, giving me a stern look. I picked up the sandwich
and took a small bite.

“Thank you” I said quietly before taking
another bite. He nodded, running his hands through his dark hair.
He grabbed the bottle of liquor that still sat on the counter and
poured a drink. I watched as he gulped it down and filled another,
repeating the process several times. “I’m sorry…about earlier.” I
whispered, avoiding his stare. He shook his head and thought for a
moment before responding.

“I’m the one who should be apologizing.” He
replied. “I should have never brought you here. I can’t do this to
you.” My heart sunk at his confession. He gulped down another
drink. I felt sick, not from the alcohol but from his words. I
pushed back from the counter and headed for the door.

“You said that already.” I said angrily as
the tears welled up in my eyes. Being rejected by him twice in one
day was too much. I grabbed the door handle opening it slightly
before he pushed it closed from behind me. I turned around to face
him, a tear escaping my eye.

“I didn’t say I don’t want to, I said I
couldn’t.” he explained as he wiped a tear from my cheek with his
thumb. I wrapped my hand around his and pushed my cheek harder
against his palm. “You don’t want this.” He said quietly as my face
inched closer to his. I reached out and began unbuttoning his shirt
again, this time with steadier hands. His body was hard and toned,
his muscles flexed under my fingertips. I pushed the shirt off his
shoulders and he dropped his arms, letting it fall to the ground.
His eyes turned hungry and he lifted his wife beater up and pulled
it up over his head. His body was muscular and tone. His fingers
worked quickly to undo his belt as his eyes stayed locked onto
mine. He pulled his belt from his pants and folded it over in his
hand as he undid the button of his jeans. “You’re being a very bad
girl.” His voice was laced with anger and wanting. I suddenly felt
panicked when I noticed he still held the belt in his hand. “Come
here.” He commanded. I pushed off the door and took a small step
closer to him.

“What are you going to do to me?” I asked
nervously. He grabbed my uninjured had tightly in his and pushed it
against his bulging zipper. I gasped aloud as I felt him pushing
back against my fingers.

“I’m going to punish you.” He whispered into
my ear.

Chapter Twelve

His words sent a jolt of pleasure through my
body, to my most intimate of areas. I rubbed my hand slowly against
him as he rocked his hips to meet my rhythm. “That’s enough fun for
you. Now it’s my turn.” He said darkly as he pulled me over to the
other side of floor into a small bedroom. “In here I am in charge.
In here you belong to me.” He explained but his tone changed as he
looked at me. “We will take it slow at first.” He said as he walked
back over to me. My eyes danced over the room. It was crisp white
with a giant bed in the center. A small dresser sat next to it and
a chaise lounge sat on the opposite wall. He grabbed my face in his
hands and kissed me passionately. I relaxed against him as his
hands slid over my hips. I reached out and ran my fingers down his
stomach but he grabbed me. “You can’t touch me unless I tell you
to. Understand?” I nodded so he would continue to kiss me. I did
not care what he said at this moment. All I wanted was to feel him
against me.

His fingers slid under my t-shirt and I
gasped for air. His mouth left mine as he watched me squirm under
his touch. He pulled the shirt up over my head and stood back to
look at me. I had not worn a bra that day and felt completely
exposed. I crossed my arms over my chest to hide myself. “Move your
arms. I want to see you.” He commanded. I slowly put them down at
my sides, biting my lip, unable to look him in the eye. “Look at
me!” he barked and my eyes shot up to meet his. He stepped closer,
his fingers tugging at the waist of my jeans. He kissed my neck and
his mouth trailed tiny kisses down my shoulder and onto my chest.
His fingers quickly undid the button and zipper of my pants as he
captured my nipple in his mouth. I sucked in a surprised breath. He
glanced up at me, watching me as his tongue circled again and
again. I pushed into him, wrapping my hands in his hair and tugging
gently. “Bad girl” He said with mock disappointment. “I know how we
can fix that.” He said as he licked his lips and pulled at the belt
in his hands. “Lay down.” He commanded and motioned towards the
bed. I slid by him, inhaling the wonderful smell of his cologne and
crawled on to the oversized bed. It had a dark cherry finish and
the head and footboard were slatted. He crawled over me and looked
up and down my body as he slid the belt up my belly and over my
chest. “Give me your hands.” He said quietly. I held my hands out
in front of me. He pressed my wrists together and looped the belt
around them, pulling them up above my head and slipping the belt
through an opening in the headboard. “That’s better.” He whispered
in my ear, kissing along my jaw then sliding his tongue into my
mouth hard. I pushed back with my tongue as his hips grinded into
me. His hands tugged at my jeans, sliding them farther down my
hips, leaving my panties in place. My breathing quickened as his
lips traveled down my body, sucking hard as he reached my nipple. I
moaned loudly, bucking my hips against him.

“Shhh…” he whispered as he slid his hand
inside of my pants rubbing over my panties. I moaned louder and his
hand stopped. “I warned you.” He scolded with a sadistic smile. He
pushed off me. “Roll over.” He commanded. I hesitated. “Now!” he
said with his teeth clenched. I flipped over onto my stomach as my
heart raced. He pulled my jeans off and threw them across the room.
His hand slid over my backside several times, his fingers dipping
between my legs and rubbing over my sex. Suddenly, his hand came
down hard across my backside causing me to yell out in pain.
“Shhh…” he said again as his hand came down harder. I bit my lip
trying to hold back my screams. His hand slid soothingly over my
wounded bottom. I felt his warm lips kiss me and then they were
quickly replaced with his hand. I was able to hold back, taking the
pain in. I wanted to scream at him but part of me wanted more of
him. “Good girl.” He whispered into my ear and I could hear his
pants unzip as he slid them off. “Now you get a reward.” His body
lowered onto mine and I could feel his manhood against my most
sensitive areas. He grinded his hips into mine and I pushed back,
lifting my bottom. “You want me?” he asked.

“Yes” I breathed. His hips pushed into me
harder.

“Yes what?” he asked, his breath tickling my
ear.

“Yes, Sir” I replied in a low moan.

“Not yet.” He whispered and his body left
mine. I did not like being tortured like this. I tugged at the belt
to free my hands but they were bound too tightly. “Roll over.” He
commanded and I slowly flipped back over. He stood on the side of
the bed completely naked, his hand stroking himself as he licked
his lips. “Spread your legs.” He demanded. I slid my feet apart
slightly. “Wider!” he yelled angrily. I moved my legs farther apart
as I watched him pleasuring himself. He crawled onto the bed,
positioning himself between my legs. His free hand slid over my
panties, rubbing over me as he mirrored the pace on himself. I
grinded back against him, closing my eyes, completely lost in the
pleasure. “Look at me.” He commanded, rubbing harder and faster. I
gasped but kept from moaning. He leaned in closer kissing my inner
thigh. It tickled and I tried desperately to pull my legs in closer
but he pushed them back. He kissed slowly along my panty line,
breathing hotly over me. He slipped his fingers inside my
underwear. “You’re so very wet. I wonder how you taste.” He said as
he pulled my panties off to the side slowly began teasing me with
his tongue. I arched my back off the bed, trying desperately to get
more of him. As I pushed, he thrust his finger inside of me. His
tongue continued as his finger moved quicker and with more force.
It took a moment to get used to but soon it became incredible. I
matched his motions with my hips as he slid in another finger,
preparing me for him. I rotated my hips and grinded against his
mouth. My body began to shake as waves of pleasure rippled through
me. It was like nothing I had ever felt. I lay still as the
aftershocks of my orgasm pulsed through me. Mr. Honor moved up the
length of my body and slowly pushed his weight on top of me. “You
taste amazing. I want you to taste how amazing you are.” He said in
a husky voice as his lips found mine. I tried to press my lips
together but his tongue forced its way into my mouth. I could taste
my salty sweet juices on his lips. I tried to make him stop but
every time I struggled, he became more forceful. I bucked my hips
against him and he grinded back into me. He looped his fingers in
my panties and tugged at them, ripping them off my body. He pressed
against my entrance, slowly. He was much larger than I had
expected. He held still, partially inside of me as we kissed. When
I relaxed my body, he slowly rocked his hips into me. After a few
moments, I began to rock mine with his as he pushed deeper and
deeper into me. “Harder?” he asked, making sure I could handle
him.

“Yes” I breathed and he pushed his hips more
forcefully against mine. I cried out and he continued grinding
harder and harder into me until he was fully inside. I pulled
desperately against the belt, wishing I could touch him.

He suddenly stopped, pulling himself out of
me. I watched him as he grabbed at the dresser next to me and
pulled a small foil packet from the drawer. He ripped it open and
slid the condom down over himself in one quick motion. “If I get to
rough you need to let me know.” I bit my lip and nodded. “Answer
me!” he commanded.

“Yes, Sir” I breathed in a low moan. He
pushed hard, filling me again as he rammed his body against mine.
He did not try to be gentle. His thumb found my pleasure spot and
he rubbed in small circles. I felt my body tightening around him
and he moaned, clenching his jaw as he kept perfect rhythm. My body
began to buck uncontrollably beneath him but he did not slow. As I
came again he pushed harder and harder, collapsing on top of me as
he panted in to my ear.

He lazily reached for the belt and freed my
hands.

Chapter Thirteen

I rubbed my wrists gingerly as he got off the
bed and pulled on his jeans. He picked up my pants and shirt and
tossed them on the bed, not looking me in the eye. I shrugged my
clothes on quickly wondering what I had done wrong. He grabbed my
torn panties from the floor and slid them into his dresser drawer
then quickly exited the room. I finished getting dressed and
followed behind him. He was at the island in the kitchen, pouring
himself another shot. I walked up behind him, wrapping my hands
around his waist.