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  Who am I kidding? I can’t let her leave. I can’t make her leave. I won’t. She’s mine. I love her.

  “Mine. Mine. Mine,” I groan as I wring out every drop of her orgasm and mine.

  Mine.

  Chapter thirteen

  Mary

  Almost Three Months Later

  Liam and I have been dating for almost the entire semester. It’s been great. We do have to be on the down low so we basically don’t talk to each other on school grounds, but when we are alone, we are all over each other.

  We talked about what to do about our relationship and decided that we wanted to continue seeing each other.

  Mine.

  It’s what Liam said when we were making love. And has said ever since. We haven’t talked about anything concrete yet but there is time. Soon I will transfer teachers and we won’t be that tense. At least that is the hope. But right now I am studying for the finals of this semester.

  I will be playing a piece from Yo-Yo Ma. Right now I am in my room looking over the notes and practicing on my cello. Yo-Yo Ma is the king of cello so I want to not only make the school proud but make him proud.

  I also want to make Liam proud. He is a very good teacher. Making everything clear and concise as well as telling us what the music means and how to create emotion in the notes that we play.

  Karl hasn’t really talked to me since that night. Other than apologizing. And ever since he’s been a little afraid of Liam. They definitely had a talk about that night and I don’t think Karl will be doing that anytime soon, if ever again.

  I hear a knock at my door and Julia steps in and shuts the door behind her.

  “What’s up?” Julia asks and sits on my bed cross-legged.

  “Fine. Just practicing. Finals are next week and I really want to get this right.”

  “Will you play for me?” she asks and I flip the pages to the beginning of the piece and start.

  Julia closes her eyes and falls into the music. She has always been so in tune with music. A lot of her mood is based around music. Techno pumps her up. Country makes her gooey and emotional. And classical music makes her happy.

  I play every note smoothly. My bow sliding over the strings, creating a symphony. In my head I can hear the other instruments playing along. The violins, the piano, the harp and other cellos that accompany this song.

  It’s a very pretty song. Not static though. Every note is long and languid and makes you feel like you are walking through a forest and looking at the rays of the sun peaking past the trees. The lights of love slowly passing through it. It’s romantic. It’s really why I chose it.

  It reminds me of Liam.

  I know Liam feels something strong for me. And maybe if I’d also admit how I feel it might give him some courage. He has been telling me things about his life for weeks and for what I gathered Liam is very guarded. He doesn’t want to admit anything to anybody in case it falls apart. He feels better alone. Too bad that won’t happen ever again.

  Recently though Liam has been more honest about his feelings towards me. Like this morning when I woke up in his bed. After eating me out and giving me two orgasms he kissed me on top of the head and said I was his and that he really liked me.

  But the word “love” has never crossed his lips.

  Maybe it’s time we changed that.

  I finish the song and Julia opens her eyes and smiles.

  “That was amazing. So romantic.”

  Julia’s grin is so big it makes me emotional. Her being as reserved as she is I know the closed off version of her. I also knew her when we were strangers. The first year and a half when we met she never said one word. Not to me or Jasmine or Violet. Her parents told me she hasn’t spoken since she was like five. And even before that she wasn’t a big talker.

  After hanging out for a while Julia started to talk and we tried not to make a big deal out of it. Not wanting to scare her. But all three of us, including all the parents, were really excited. We always encouraged her to speak her mind and now she is pretty open with all of us. And seeing her with a giant grin on her face makes me happy.

  “You really like it?”

  “Yeah!” Julia jumps off of my bed and comes over to me to give me a big hug.

  “It’s so good. You are totally going to pass with flying colours.”

  “Woo-hoo!” I give her a giant hug back, and we stand there in each other’s embrace for a few moments.

  Because of Liam and school, we haven’t really seen much of each other. It was really hard to delegate. I know I should have made more time for my friends, but I just miss Liam so much whenever I don’t see him. Maybe next year after we are not so much in the hot spot I can change my schedule more.

  “I miss you.” I tell her. Trying to keep the tears at bay.

  “I miss you too. But after this semester or maybe next year everything will get easier. It’s the first year after all. Everything is always hard at the beginning.”

  I’ll say.

  We let go of each other and I turned around to try and hide my tears. But Julia doesn’t let me hide them and turns me around to wipe the tears from my face.

  “It’s okay. Everything will be okay. And you can cry in front of me if you want. It won’t freak me out.”

  I laugh, knowing that when we met if I did that she would look at me like she did something wrong. But we have all learned that crying is not always because someone hurt you. It’s also a built up of emotions that have nowhere to go.

  I look down at her petite frame and think that I have the best friends in the world. Last week Jasmine and I had a shouting session in her room. Trying to get out our emotions about the test that was coming up. And a few weeks before that Violet and I went to see a funny movie and went to the arcade. For some reason Violet loves arcades. When I do see my friends I have the best time and I feel just so lucky.

  “Okay. I’ll let you practice, which is probably what I should be doing as well. See ya.”

  We wave goodbye to each other and Julia leaves my room. I sit back down and start from the beginning again. I play and play and play until I know the song backwards. I think that I will do great on my exam.

  And make my Professor proud.

  Chapter fourteen

  Liam

  Day Of The Exam

  Today is Mary’s test day. She will play her piece and after that will have a small window to transfer teachers. She will have to give the principal a good excuse for transferring, so we came up with a scheduling story which is kind of true. My classes are really early and Mary just got a job that is very late at night. A phone operator. So Mary is going to tell that to the principal then we will probably get her transferred to a later class. But for now, I nervously wait for Mary to take the stage. She is a very remarkable cello player. I love hearing her play and some days when we are together I ask her to play me something. Naked, of course.

  The stage has the red curtain in front of it and people are still passing across the stage getting things ready. Everyone in the school that has a test today is performing. It will be at least four hours. Mary is seventh. As a teacher I will have to stay until the end which will drive me crazy but in order for us to not get caught I need to maintain some form of control. Then when I get Mary in my arms I can let it all go.

  My cock twitches in my pants when I think about seeing her after the show. I will have to show her how proud of her I am. Not only as a teacher but her boyfriend.

  Which is what I am now. Her boyfriend. I haven’t been one of those since college and that was barely a relationship. I like being her boyfriend. I like that she is mine. The title that we share with each other is like our proof that we are a thing. And when other students look at her I live in the knowledge that they will never get to taste her pussy or sink their cock into her sweet heat. That pleasure is all mine.

  I cross my legs to hide myself and check my watch for the five hundredth time. There are five minutes to go before the first performance. All my
students except Karl are performing since the others are all in the same education timeline. All first year students. Karl is a third year student and only performs at the end of the year now. And as for the rest of the students. First year they perform for the whole school and after that it is just for their respective teachers.

  The teacher next to me grins at me and I grin back out of politeness. She is one of the piano teachers. She is wearing a red pencil skirt and matching blazer, red lipstick and her hair is tied back. She looks over at me again, and I watch her eyes rake over me. She then crosses her legs so that they almost touch mine and I make it as clear as I can by moving slightly over that I wasn’t interested. She takes it on the first try and silently scoffs and crosses her arms over her chest.

  At least one teacher every year flirts with me. All based on how I look I guess. Too bad for them. Mary is it for me. I’ve never been so sure of something in my life. She makes me happy and light, which is something I haven’t felt in a long time.

  Then the room goes dark and the curtains pull up.

  Showtime.

  Peter Dallas is first up. He plays something classical. It’s very nice. Smooth. He is in control. He is a little quick, but he’s a first year student so it’s not surprising. One thing that I teach my students is that the music is usually a little slower than you think it is.

  Next is Missy Deveraux. She plays Bach. Better timing than Peter. She is really feeling the music. But every time she messes up I can see her get angry. In my mind, practice in music doesn’t make it perfect. It makes it the best you can make it. You put your own spin to it. I think that if you rely too much on the material, it can come out robotic.

  Next is Collins, then Sara, then Louis, then Karl. They all play very well. I take a mental note of what to teach them next semester. Then it’s Mary’s turn.

  She comes out in a dark green body con dress and ballet flats. She places her cello in front of her. She takes a deep breath, closes her eyes then starts to play. Her rhythm is fantastic. The way she feels the song you can tell that she knows the song well but goes along with the feeling of the song.

  The spotlight is on her and she looks very calm. If she isn’t she is hiding it well. I look over at the other teachers and they all seem to like her song as much as I do. Anthony Travers, a piano teacher, and my friend, is smiling and looks over at me and nods. I nod back. Anthony and I have known each other for quite a while now. He’s one of the younger teachers, but he knows a lot. We often go to each other for teaching advice when we need it. Though part of me wanted to go to him for relationship advice but he and I both know that neither one of us are good with those.

  Mary’s song finishes and we all clap. No one stands up because it’s a three-minute test. It isn’t supposed to be life changing or moving. So being professional about it you react the same way with every student. Then you make your grade.

  I sit through the rest of the performance. My dick screaming for attention but I keep ignoring him. I can’t leave, so he will just have to deal with it for a little while longer. There is a break after each instrument for a bathroom break which doesn’t happen for me, then in the two-hour mark there is a lunch break which I take. I go into my office and rub one out just to calm me a bit. I’m just so excited and the only thing I can think about while listening to the music is Mary. I feel almost guilty as my come shoots out of my cock that it isn’t in her pussy or in her mouth. But it’s the best I can do for now. That girl has some kind of hold on me. I’d do anything for her.

  Anything.

  Finally, all the performances are over and I can go to Mary. I say my goodbyes and I am just about to leave when I feel a hand on my shoulder and I turn to see the principal.

  “Hello, sir,” I say.

  “Hello there Professor. You got a great bunch of students this year,”

  “Yes I do sir, thank you.”

  I can tell there is something else he wants to say but he just keeps it to himself.

  “Good luck next semester,” he says and I nod. Then walks away. He goes talking to Anthony and another teacher, and then I slip away.

  Chapter fifteen

  Mary

  I put my cello back into my case and stood up. My hands are shaking, but the nerves are slowly going away and being replaced with excitement. Because I know that soon I am going to see Liam. I played that song to the best of my ability and I think I kicked ass. Every note went well.

  Since I can’t see them I stay around so that I can hear Violet, Jasmien and Julia play. I hide backstage and when I hear their names I sit really still and listen to them play. They are all amazing. They all play something classical and it’s a joy to listen. After they all play we meet backstage and start hugging and telling each other how well the other person did.

  “You were amazing!” I would tell them.

  “We were all amazing,” Jasmine said.

  I hold Julia close and hug her. She was so nervous. I saw her breathing into a paper bag just before her performance. I walked over to her and started rubbing her back. When she played it was like all the nerves went away. And her freakout was not noticeable. She played like a pro.

  Then I told them I had to go and I went back to my room and put away my cello before sneaking downstairs to catch a taxi so I can go to Liam’s place. I ask the driver to take me to the closest park, then I walk there. It was the plan. He gave me a key and said for me to wait in his house until he came back.

  When I got there Liam had left a note for me. It said to have a bite, then go to his bedroom. I cooked up some pasta that was enough for the both of us. So he can eat when he gets back. It was amazing to see how stocked his fridge is for a bachelor. I always assumed that they only lived on takeout. Maybe Liam is different.

  After eating I run upstairs to his bedroom and find another note. This one is a little bit sexier.

  Take off your clothes. Kneel beside the bed with your legs as wide as you can get them and hands behind your back.

  Liam

  Yes, Professor. I think and I strip off my clothes and get into position.

  Liam said that the performance will take at least four hours to complete, then an extra half an hour to get back to his house. So I timed it so well that I didn’t have to wait that long. I am kneeling for about ten minutes when I hear the door open and clothes and some stuff being dropped. Then the stomp of feet coming up the stairs.

  I look up and see Liam. Looking a little dishevelled. His tie is loose and his suit jacket is already off. My pussy gets wet just by his look. He looks like he’s consumed with lust. He wants and needs and it’s so hot.

  “Looks like I trained you well,” He says and starts to undo his cuffs and pushes up his sleeve to his forearms. I find it so sexy when a man just shows his forearms in a white button down.

  “Yes, Professor.” I say.

  Liam pulls up a stool and places it in front of me then takes a seat.

  He lifts my chin up so I look directly at him then he says,

  “Do you have any idea how hard you make me, Mary? How much control it took me not to whisk you off stage and fuck the living shit out of you?”

  I moan at his dirty words, and he smiles. He knows how his words affect me so well.

  “My girl likes it dirty, doesn’t she?”

  “Yes, Professor.”

  “Well, if you like my dirty words. Maybe you’ll also like my dirty cock,”

  Liam releases my chin, only to undo his belt and take out his long throbbing cock.

  “Suck me.” he commands.

  I lean forward and take his length into my mouth. He’s hard and smooth. His cock touches the back of my throat and I gag a bit, so Liam pulls back. Then pushes back in. I suck his cock for a while. Enjoying the way it fills my mouth. I can taste the little drops of pre-come that pour out of the tip.

  “Fuck, that feels good.” Liam pulls my mouth from his cock with a pop.

  “What do you say, Mary? When your Professor is kind enough to
share his cock with you?”

  Still being a bit of the brat that I am, I say.

  “I don’t know.”

  “Tsk tsk. You know Mary don’t you? It’s thank you.”

  “Thank you, Professor.” I giggle and I get a chuckle out of him.

  “I know you're my good girl, Mary. My woman. I love you.”

  Tears prick my eyes, and I take a deep breath. Not wanting to dampen the mood.

  “Don’t Mary. Don’t ever hide your emotions from me. I want them. I want them all. I want all of you. And I plan to give you all of me.” I break, then stand up and give him a hug.

  I cling onto Liam’s big body as he carries me to the bed.

  I lay on top of him and cuddle into his chest.

  “I love you.” He says again. Several times. As if trying to live every single one of those words.

  Testing them out. Seeing how they feel. And they feel… right.

  “I love you too.” I say,and turn my head so I can look into his eyes.

  After Liam kisses away my emotional tears he lifts me up so that I am straddling his hips. His cock so close to my bare pussy.

  “Fuck me, baby.” Liam says and I lift up my hips and position his cock directly in my opening then slowly sink down. His cock feels bigger like this for some reason.

  “Fuck.” I groan.

  I start to move up and down on him. I feel his cock graze against my g spot and I moan again. Liam grips my hips, watching us connect.

  “That’s it, baby. Feels good doesn’t it. I love the way your pussy swallows me up.”

  “Fuck, Liam! I’m gonna come,” I pick up the pace, and he starts to rub my clit with his thumb and I come all over him.

  I throw my head back and cry his name up to the ceiling.

  “Fuck, Mary!” Liam groans. 

  He grips my hips with both hands tighter and moves me on his cock. It will leave a mark later and the thought of it sends another wave of pleasure through me.