Honor Student (6 page)

“Don’t” he said quietly as he pushed my hands
away. He slammed back another shot and I felt mortified.

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked, worried
that he had not enjoyed himself as much as I had. That was not
exactly how I had pictured my first time, but I did not regret it.
He did not answer, just stared off into the distance. “I’m going to
go. I don’t live far from here.” I said, letting my voice trail
off. He poured another drink, never taking his eyes off the bottle.
I slinked out of the front door, this time he did not try to stop
me. I made my way down the dimly lit staircase. I realized my books
where still in his car but I decided to leave them. It was taking
all of my strength not to break down and cry. I just wanted to get
as far away from here as possible. I pulled out my phone but
realized I had no one to call. I crossed my arms over my chest and
walked quickly towards my house. The effects of the alcohol had all
but worn off and I wished that they had not.

I could see headlights reflecting of the
building in front of me as a car pulled up beside me and
stopped.

“Get in.” Mr. Honor said angrily. I refused
to look at him and began walking faster. His car slowly rolled
beside me as I continued. “Get in!” he yelled louder and I could
tell he was really pissed off.

“Fuck off!” I yelled back, surprising myself.
He slammed his car into park and jumped out. I stopped, wondering
what he was going to do as he stalked towards me. He was only
wearing his jeans and nothing else. “Leave me alone.” I yelled
angrily but he kept coming.

“Let’s go.” He said as he grabbed my arm,
pulling me towards his car. I tried to wiggle free, but he
tightened his grip. He opened the door and waited for me to comply.
I glared at him and slid into the seat. He made his way to the
driver’s side and got in, slamming the door loudly behind him.

“I shouldn’t have let you leave.” He said
calmly.

“Which time?” I asked and he gripped the
steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white. He glared over
at me angrily and I suddenly regretted my attitude.

“I’m no good for you, Emma.” He sighed. I
glanced up to meet his eyes. He looked sad and angry, but I was not
sure if it was directed towards him or me.

“Yea, I get it. You don’t want me.” I rolled
my eyes and fought back the tears that had risen again.

“I don’t want you?” he laughed, his face
wrought with confusion. “Emma, I just had you.” His expression
turned serious again. “Is that what you wanted for your first time?
Some person tying you up? Fucking you and humiliating you?” he
asked and I realized he was upset with himself and not me. I
relaxed a little and thought over how to answer.

“That’s obviously not what I pictured but I…
enjoyed myself.” I said quietly. His eyes lit up at my
response.

“I know you did.” He licked his lips and that
wonderful feeling shot down through my body to my most intimate
areas. I bit my lip and tucked my hair behind my ear.

“It’s not like we couldn’t try it again.” I
could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment the moment the
words left my mouth. He swallowed hard and shook his head at the
thought. I had enough of his rejection for one day. I opened my
door ready to run off in the dark so I could cry alone.

“Emma!” he called, grabbing my arm so I would
not leave. “I didn’t mean I don’t want to do it again, I just can’t
give you what you want. What happened back there is all I know.
There will never be anything more than that with me. I do not get
close to people. I don’t care for people.” He explained and my head
began to swim with all of this information.

“Then why are you here? Why not just let me
walk home?” I asked. He looked completely caught off guard.

“I don’t know.” His grip loosened on my arm.
I nodded, realizing I had made a huge mistake. I had built up Mr.
Honor in my head to be someone he never was or wanted to be.

“Good night, Mr. Honor.” I stepped out onto
the dark street.

“William” he called after me.

“What?” I asked, turning back towards the
car.

“My name is William. Please get back in the
car. It’s not safe out here for you.” I thought it over for a
moment, glancing around the dimly lit road. “Please” he called, his
voice filled with worry. I realized he was right and got back into
the car. The last thing I wanted to do was walk.

We rode in silence, only speaking to give him
directions to my house. He parked down the road just in case my
aunt happened to be home, but the driveway was empty.

“Thanks” I said shyly. He stared ahead,
clenching his jaw. I got out and made my way into the house. It was
empty and I was thankful I did not need to make any excuses. I
walked back the hallway to my bedroom, flicking on the light. As I
peeked out the window, I saw Mr. Honor pulling away, his taillights
fading in the darkness. Today had been exhausting. I could not wait
to crawl into bed and get some sleep.

Chapter Fourteen

The next day I woke up feeling much better
than I had the day before. I made my way to the kitchen, getting a
large glass of water and some aspirin. My body was a little sore
but I did not want to think about why. I gulped them down and
walked back the hallway looking for my aunt.

“Judy?” I called as I tugged my shirt down
over my panties to cover myself. I knocked on her door, but there
was no response. I rolled my eyes and headed back to the kitchen to
find something to eat. A grabbed a carton of eggs from the shelf
and decided to make myself an omelet. As the butter melted in the
pan, I walked back to my room to retrieve my cell phone. The screen
said I had three missed calls. I had forgotten to switch the ringer
back on last night after leaving the club. I scrolled through the
numbers. Two of the calls were from Becka and one was unknown. I
smiled but decided to return the calls after I ate.

Halfway through cooking my eggs, my phone
rang again and someone banged loudly at the front door. I ignored
the call and made my way to the living room, straightening my
clothes that I had slept in from the night before.

The banging grew louder and I whipped open
the door.

“William?” I said as Mr. Honor stood on the
other side.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his eyes searching
mine.

“I’m fine.” I said as I walked back into the
kitchen to check on my food, leaving the door open for him to
follow. “What’s wrong?” He looked like he had not slept at all.

“Why didn’t you answer my call?” he asked,
his worry replaced by anger.

“I was going to as soon as I ate something.”
I shot back, holding up the spatula. “Why are you here? If my Aunt
was home she would call the police!” I pulled out and extra plate
and divided the omelet in half, tugging self-consciously at my
shirt. I could feel his eyes on me.

“I parked down the street. Has anyone come by
here? Anyone who seemed strange?” he asked vaguely.

“Only you” I joked and held out a plate. He
rolled his eyes and took the food, following me to the table.

“Why? Is someone looking for me?” I asked and
his expression turned hard.

He ran his fingers through his dark hair and
let out a long sigh.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.” He said,
his eyes locking onto mine. My cheeks burnt red and I glanced down
at the table, trying to hide my embarrassment. “Look at me.” He
said sternly and I slowly glanced up at him through my eyelashes.
He stoked my pink cheek with the back of his hand, sending a rush
of pleasure through my body. I bit my lip waiting for him to speak.
Without warning, his lips found mine, hungrily. His hand wrapped in
my hair, tugging gently.

“We can’t,” I breathed as his lips trailed
down my neck. He spun me around and pushed me face down over the
table.

“You better show me your room before I fuck
you right here.” His words whispered low and deep in my ear as he
pulled at my panties. I could not respond. My mind was spinning and
all I wanted was to feel his touch. He slipped his finger inside
me, pushing me harder against the table.

“Okay.” I muttered between panting
breaths.

“Good girl” His breath tickled my ear with
each word. I walked back the hallway in a daze, wanting to feel his
hands on me again. I was overwhelmed by his forcefulness and the
effect he had on me. When we had been together before he struggled
to resist our connection but now he had given in to his most primal
urges and he was no longer concerned with the consequences. I
glanced over my shoulder at him as we reached my doorway.

Without warning, he lifted me in his arms and
carried me inside, kicking the door closed behind him. I wrapped my
arms around his neck, relishing every moment he let me touch him.
He lay me down on my bed and began to unbutton his shirt. I bit my
lip as I watched him undress. He tossed his shirt aside, pulling
off his undershirt in one quick motion. His eyes danced over my
legs as he undid his belt, and I squirmed underneath his stare. He
pulled his belt from his pants and his jeans hung low on his hips,
undone.

“You have no idea the things I want to do to
you.” His words came out slowly as he slid the brown leather belt
between his hands. I sat up on the edge of the bed and reached my
hand out, rubbing it over his stomach, tracing the muscled that
dipped down below his pants. He grinned wickedly down at me as his
hands grabbed mine. He pushed me hard back onto the bed, his body
coming down on top of mine with enough force to knock the wind out
of me. I struggled below him but his weight held me captive beneath
him.

“I like it when you fight.” His voice was
full of wanting and it sent jolts of pleasure down through my body.
I sucked in a deep breath and bucked my hips against him. His grip
tightened around my wrists, forcing my hands above my head. He
grinded his hips into mine and I could not take not being able to
touch him. He slipped the belt around my wrists and tightened it.
“That’s better.” He said as his hands trailed down my sides,
gripping me at the hips and pulled my down lower on the bed. He
flipped me over onto my stomach. My legs hung over the edge. I
could hear him shrug off his pants and then his fingers slid along
my hips, looping in my panties and pulling the down to my knees
that now rested on the floor. His hand came down hard and without
warning across my backside, causing me to whimper as I gripped my
blanket tightly in my hands. He struck again, harder this time and
before I could recover, he forced himself harshly inside of me. I
gasped as he leaned over, putting his hand over my mouth to muffle
my moans. His body slammed in to mine over and over again. I tensed
myself beneath him but he did not slow. He breathed heavily in my
ear, and the sound of him enjoying himself made me feel powerful
even though I was utterly helpless beneath him. I slipped my tongue
passed my lips and ran it along his fingers. His breath caught in
his throat and he bit down lightly on my earlobe. His hand relaxed
and I slid his finger into my mouth, sucking on it. His thrusting
mimicked the movements of my mouth. His free hand wrapped in my
hair and he pushed my mouth further. I could feel my walls
tightening around him.

“Emma!” My aunt’s voice echoed back the
hallway. William’s hand tightened back over my mouth, keeping me
quiet and still beneath him. He slid deeper inside of me,
slowly.

“Shh…” He whispered into my ear. “We will
finish this later. You really need to get your own place.” His
weight lifted off me and his hands quickly undid his belt. I lay
motionless on my knees, struggling to catch my breath. After he
pulled his pants on, he bent over, tugging my panties up my legs as
his lips trailed up the back of my thigh. “Go see what she wants
before she comes back here.” I reluctantly pushed myself up,
turning around to take in the view of him shirtless. “We will
finish this later.” He smirked and kissed me gently on the cheek. I
nodded and left my room, closing the door quietly behind me.

My aunt was sitting at the table and had
begun eating the omelet I had made for William. I sat down across
from her and began eating my now cold eggs.

“Thanks for the breakfast! Do not go getting
any ideas that this makes up for your little stunt the other day.
I’m still mad as hell at you.” I rolled my eyes and nodded as I
pushed my food around my plate. I was beginning to wonder if I had
gotten in over my head with Mr. Honor.

“What’s wrong?” Judy asked, pulling me out of
my thoughts.

“Nothing I just…I was thinking about hanging
out with some friends today.” I lied. She glared at me for a moment
before responding.

“You should get out more. Maybe get a job,
help around here a little. It wouldn’t kill you.” She got up and
dumped her plate in the sink, not bothering to rinse it. She
wandered into the living room and sat down, turning on the
television. “It’s hard work, raising a kid that isn’t yours.” She
yelled over the sound of her show. I got up and rinsed my plate in
the sink.

“I’ll look for a job today.” I called back
and walked back the hallway. I took a deep breath before opening my
bedroom door. When I was certain my aunt was still in her chair, I
pushed it open slowly. The room was empty. I made my way to the
window and glanced out but nothing was out of place. I grabbed a
pair of old jeans and slid them on as I thought about how close we
had come to being caught. William’s life would be ruined by a
scandal like this. I grabbed my purse and decided I needed some
fresh air.

“I’m going.” I said and my aunt’s eyes never
left the television. I made my way into the garage. I sat in
silence for a moment, deciding if it was even a good idea to call
Mr. Honor. I decided to send him a text.

This is a bad idea.

I hit send and backed out of the driveway.
Before I reached the road, my phone lit up.