Mary's Submission Page 4

  One time I went to his desk to ask him a question, and he looked at me with such a stern look. I knew I was in trouble. Which I saw as a good thing.

  “Watch yourself,” he said quietly, then looked down at his work.

  I just smiled and walked back to my desk.

  He taught us about writing our own music, and by the end of the lesson I was hot and bothered. This was fun. I was never the tease. I might be bratty and wild, but I didn’t drag guys along. When I wanted something, I just said it. But as I seduce Liam, it’s almost kinky for me.

  “Ms. Bennet, will you please stay after class?” the bell rings and all the students leave. 

  Except me.

  I walk over to his desk and take a lollipop out of my backpack and put it in my mouth. Liam looks up and his eyes go straight to my mouth. I suck and lick on the lollipop like it’s a dick.

  “Yes, Professor,”

  Liam clears his throat and shuffles some papers around.

  “I know what you're doing and I think you need to stop.”

  “I’m not doing anything,” I play dumb because he and I both know that we are both enjoying this.

  His broody face might say “uninterested” but the way I kept seeing his hand go under the desk and how uncomfortable he looked I knew that he was enjoying it. If there is anything that I’ve learned from being in his class is that he isn’t interested in anyone. Other women have done what I am doing to him and he doesn’t bat an eye. In fact, he looks kind of annoyed.

  It makes me all warm inside that he only has this reaction from me.

  “Really? Nothing? Don’t lie to me, sweetheart.” He stands up and towers over me.

  “I don’t like it when little girls lie to me,”

  I knew it. And damn!

  I lick my lips and squeeze my thighs together. He always says the hottest things.

  “Sorry, Professor,” I say.

  Liam’s jaw twitches, and he goes to the door and opens it.

  “Come with me,” I walk past him and he takes me to his office.

  He locks the door and points to the chair in front of his desk.

  “Sit.”

  I sit down immediately and place my hands in my lap. I’m nervous and turned on at the same time. I wonder for a moment that I’ve overstepped. I always do that. Take things too far sometimes. Is this one of those moments?

  “So you really want to do this?” He asks as he leans his big body on his giant chair. He looks like the most relaxed person in the world. Or as relaxed as you look in a suit.

  “Yes,” I say. I want to play this game. It’s dangerous and so wrong, but I don’t care. I want Liam Johnson. Even if he is my professor and more than a decade older than me.

  “All right. So this is how it’s going to happen. We can play but in the classroom you can’t. You can’t afford to have your grades drop for this. Yes?”

  I nod. Kind of loving that he cares about my schooling like that.

  “So what we’ll do is come up with a schedule where I will teach you how to behave. Teach you that teasing men like me isn’t such a good idea. Not unless a red ass is what you‘re looking for.”

  It is, but I don’t tell him that. I just nod again.

  “Words, sweetheart.”

  “Yes, Professor.”

  Liam grins and starts removing things off of his desk.

  “Now, most of this won’t be taking place at the school, but rather at my house. Also, as long as we are playing this game as far as I’m concerned, your body is mine.” Liam pats the desk and I walk over to the other side.

  “This is mine,” he says, touching my leg.

  “This is mine,” when he reaches my thighs I inwardly moan. Then when he touches my pussy, I moan out loud.

  “And this is mine. Which means not touching it unless I say so. Got it?” I nod vigorously.

  He slaps my pussy, and I correct myself.

  “Yes, Professor.”

  “Good. But before you go and head to your next class, I think you need to be punished for all of this.” He looks at my clothes and I bite my lip.

  “What’s wrong with it?” I ask.

  “Well, there is this,” he tugs my skirt up and reveals my bare pussy.

  “I haven’t read the dress code, but I don’t imagine that walking around the school with our bare cunt is okay.”

  These adult games are so much more fun than a board game, I think to myself.

  “Then there is this,” Liam touches my skin tight shirt. Then touches my breast with a single finger.

  I feel my nipples tighten.

  “Liam,” I gasp.

  He spanks my ass then says,

  “You mean, Professor right?”

  “Yes, yes. I meant Professor.”

  “Good, shall we begin?” I feel Liam’s hand on my back as he moves me around and presses my body into the desk.

  He pushes his chair back a bit, then puts my legs on either side of his legs, widening mine.

  “So, you get five spanks for the shirt, five spanks for the no panties, and three spanks for those things you did in class. Understand?” He takes up my skirt so my bare ass is showing.

  “Yes, Professor.” I can feel my juices running down my thighs, I’m so turned on.

  I feel some material in my face and I see Liam trying to put his tie in my mouth.

  “Can’t have anyone hearing your little squeals, yes. I would hate to give anyone a black eye for seeing your like this." He lays one spank on me and I groan into the tie.

  “Like Karl?”

  Why the hell is he bringing him up now?

  “He noticed you. Your beautiful legs. Your gorgeous hair. I saw that your pussy was bare. Do you think he did too?” He gave me two other spanks, which were a little harder than the first one.

  I think to myself, do I ask him to slow down. But the heat of his palm radiates through me and I think I like it more rough than I thought. Jealous Liam is a force to be reckoned with. He spanks me again, then two more times. I can hear his heavy breathing behind me.

  “I think you should get two more spanks for that. What do you think?” Liam pulls the tie out of me, and I nod.

  “Yes. Spank me, Professor. I’ve been a bad girl,”

  “Fuck, Mary. What are you doing to me?”

  I wish I could reassure him that Karl means nothing to me. He’s just a classmate. Liam lays another smack on my ass and I groan. Maybe I’ll just forget Karl for the moment and deal with it later.

  Chapter eight

  Liam

  Lust and anger run through my veins as I watch Mary’s ass turn pink from my hand. Looking the way that I do get my fair share of attention from the opposite sex. But I never take it anywhere. Just because I’m just not interested.

  But Mary has somehow gotten under my skin and has me thinking about her night and day. In the shower, while I eat breakfast, while I drive to school. It’s ridiculous. But I don’t want to stop. I like her. I really do. And when I caught Karl looking at her, I almost lost it. I want to tell him never to look at my woman ever again. But she isn’t supposed to be. And she sure as hell shouldn’t have her legs wide open on the desk while I spank her. Her pussy drips with her sticky juices making my cock ache and beg to be inside of her.

  I don’t have a condom but I’m clean.

  “Are you on birth control?” I’m not done with all the spanks but I need to be inside of her hot pussy before I go crazy.

  “Yes. And I’m clean. I haven’t had sex for years,” I want to ask who has she been with but I don’t need to get more angry than I already am.

  I’m not angry at her. More at myself. That I can’t control myself. That I am risking both my job and her spot here at the school. It’s stupid but I can’t stop myself. The jealousy and the need are new for me. It’s overwhelming. I have felt some form of need before, but nothing like this. It’s the kind of need like wanting water in the middle of a desert. It’s consuming. The only thing you are thinking ab
out. And it makes you do crazy shit like this for it.

  I stand up and take out my cock from my pants. It’s big and angry. The head is all red and dripping with pre-come. I run my dick up and down her soft folds. And I grip her ass in my hand. She’s so soft everywhere. And slick. I slip the head of my cock into her pussy and moan. She’s so wet it takes zero effort.

  “Fuck, baby.” I groan and push in farther. She’s so fucking tight it’s almost too much. I’m halfway in her and I have to pause to catch my breath, if I don’t I might come just like this.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

  Mary moans and her hips make little movements.

  “You want more, baby?”

  “Yes, professor. Fuck me, please. I need it,” I bottom out inside of her and we both groan.

  I let go of her ass and reach under her to her clit and rub the little nub.

  “Oh!” Mary gasps, then moans. So I keep rubbing.

  I slid back out almost all the way, then thrust into her hard. The desk rumbles and I’m glad I took off anything that might fall off. I thrust in again, and Mary cries out.

  “Yes! Please.” It’s not loud enough that someone would hear us but I cover her mouth with my hand just to make sure.

  “We can’t have anyone hear us, baby. If someone interrupts us, I might break something,” I feel Mary grin underneath my hand.

  “I’m glad you’re enjoying the thought of me breaking something,” She nods as much as she can under my hand and I thrust into her again. That makes her smile go away but her hips still move against my hand.

  I pick up the pace a bit with my thrusts and I rub her clit harder and faster.

  “You're going to be a good girl, huh? You’re not going to tease your professor in class anymore, yes?”

  Mary nods a yes and I lean down and kiss her back.

  “Good girl.” I uncover her mouth and say.

  “Do you want to come?”

  “Yes, Professor.” She whispers.

  “Beg me.” I command. “Beg me to come. Quietly. And maybe I’ll let you come.”

  “Please, please let me come. I’ll be a good girl. I won’t tease you in class. Please let me come.”

  “I don’t think you will. I don’t think you‘re a good girl. You’re a bad girl, aren’t you? Admit it. Admit it and I’ll let you come,” I tease her. I should let her come. The longer I drag this out, the more chance we’ll get caught. But I don’t want to stop.

  “Yes, Professor. I’m a bad girl. I love teasing you. I want to do it again.”

  I rub my finger on her asshole and Mary’s legs close. Holding me even tighter into her pussy.

  “Fuck,” I groan, “Don’t worry, baby. I won’t fuck you there right now, but some day,”

  I move faster in and out of her, when I feel she’s close; I say.

  “Come. Come all over my cock,” Mary comes and covers her own mouth to silent her cries.

  I come right with her and fill her pussy up with my seed.

  “Oh, fuck, baby,” I groan.

  I sit down on my chair with Mary in my lap. My cock hangs limp on my leg while I clean up Mary with a tissue.

  “You like that, Mary?” Mary nods against my chest and it fills me with pride that she had fun. I did too.

  I kiss the top of her head and hold her close. I hear some people coming down the hall and I softly shake Mary, who has been slowly falling asleep in my lap.

  “I’m sorry, Mary, but you have to leave before someone comes in.”

  “Mmm,” She groans into my chest and I would like nothing more than to cuddle her for longer, but we are already cutting it really close as it is.

  Mary gets up and I hold her as she settles on her feet then, after rearranging our clothes, we both walk out of my office. There isn’t anyone in the halls, so when I walk Mary to her room, no one sees us.

  “When is your next class?”

  Mary looks at the clock on the wall then says,

  “In about thirty minutes. I’ll take a quick shower then go over there. Don’t worry, I won’t be late.” She winks then goes into her room.

  “Wait,” I put my hand in between the door.

  “Can I get your number?” She smiles and I know she is getting a kick out of me asking for her number as opposed to the other way around.

  I give her my phone, and she puts her number in.

  “Until next time, Professor.” I nod and step back and watch at her door when she closes it.

  Rubbing my jaw I realize that I have been smiling for quite a long time. It was nice. I just hope that it lasts and doesn’t end badly. I don’t mind pretending to be anything other than her teacher in front of everyone, but I also want to spend as much time with her as possible. So the next time that we have a moment we will need to talk more in depth about the plan.

  Chapter nine

  Mary

  The rest of my classes for the week are over and I head to my room for a quick nap before I go out with the girls. We were invited to a party by some other students and I managed to get all my friends to come with me. Violet was the only one who was into it. Jasmine said she has things to do, but I convinced her by saying that a break would give her brain more power for later. And for Julia I told her that we would always be here and if she wanted to leave, she could.

  I just wanted to try to get her out a bit more. She’s always in her room or in class and that’s fine. But I thought maybe she could use some outside time, just this once.

  “Do I look okay?” Julia asks.

  She wears a blue flared dress and black flats.

  “Yes, you look great.” I put makeup on her. A blue eye shadow and a pink lip. She looks really pretty.

  That’s generally how you describe Julia. She’s pretty. A small frame and a cute smile with a quiet voice. That is, until you get to know her. She is quiet but if you talk to her for maybe an hour, you’ll realize that she has been doing most of the talking. If your conversation lasts ten minutes, she probably hasn’t said a word. The more comfortable she is the more she talks. That’s just how she rolls.

  Me, on the other hand, I can’t seem to know when to shut up. But we are all meant to be different, and that’s kind of how our group is as great as it is.

  “Are you sure it’s not too, you know, uppity for a college party?” Julia smooths her dress down for the hundredth time and I hug her from behind.

  “You look great. Who cares what people think. Do you like the dress?”

  “Well, yeah, it’s blue.” We giggle and I kiss her on the cheek.

  “Don’t worry, you’ll be getting all the guys' attention.”

  I looked at Julia’s scared expression, and I knew I just fucked up. Because if there is anything that Julia doesn’t like in this world, it’s attention.

  “I-I mean, you just look nice.”

  Julia puts her head in her hands, and I turn her around to hug her.

  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to freak you out. You just look really nice and I wanted to let you know that. It’s not like you’ll stand out if that makes you feel better. It’s just that you look attractive.”

  Oh, boy I’m not making it any better. This always happens. I always have to put my foot in my mouth.

  “It’s fine.” she looks up at me, her lip in between her teeth. “I’ll still go, but just for a bit.”

  I nod and go back to putting on my makeup. I already have a dress on. It’s a green bodycon dress that goes down to my knees.

  Then Jasmine and Violet walk in with all their get ups on.

  “Oh, Jules, you look great!” Violet runs over to her and gives her a hug.

  Violet and Julia are like sisters. Both have dark black hair and pale skin. They both are pretty introverted and they both have an addiction to anything with pomegranates in it.

  “So, what kind of party is this?” Jasmine asks.

  “It’s just a house party. Music, dancing, and stuff.”

  “Guys?” Violet asks.

  “Pr
obably.”

  I don’t tell them that I don’t need one. That I already have a man. But I stopped myself. I tell my friends everything. I told them when I had my first kiss and when I lost my virginity. Hell, I told them when I got my period. But not only is this relationship not exactly okay but I kind of want to keep it between us.

  We fetch our coats and head out to the taxi that takes us out to the house. It’s very close to Liam’s house and I wonder if I’ll be able to sneak off later to see him.

  My thoughts are halted by Jasmine pushing my shoulder.

  “We’re here, dream girl.” I see that we are parked and I blush with embarrassment then get out. Before Violet gets out she pays the taxi, then he drives off.

  The house is decked out in red and white lights. There are already a ton of people inside and the music blares through the walls. I grab Julia by the arm and we walk arm in arm into the house. Julia looks like a deer caught in headlights and clings to me like she’s going to fall to the floor if she lets go.

  Maybe bringing her here wasn’t such a good idea after all.

  “Oh, Julia. Maybe…do you want to go home? I can call a cab-”

  “No-no,” Julia says as her eyes dart all over the room. “I’m fine. Just give me a minute,”

  We walked around the party for a while. Jasmine and Violet are on the other side of the living room talking to some other students and decide that maybe we should get some air.

  The air is brisk when we get outside and Julia noticeably calms down and takes in the cool air.

  “Better?” I ask.

  Julia nods.

  I look over into the dark of the backyard and I recognize that the next house over is Liam’s. It’s very noticeable as it is the only brick house on the block. The rest are more modern houses with shiplap or wood shingling.

  Julia notices that I keep staring at the house and she nudges me and asks.

  “Whatcha looking at?”

  “Oh nothing. Just a house,”

  “Did you know that’s Liam Johnson’s house?” My head swivels to face Julia.

  She knows where Liam’s house is.