The feeling of his tongue across my sensitive bud was tantalizing. My body at his complete control and utterly his sex toy. From slow deep love making to brutal, make up running fucking. My body was his.

His hard throbbing di ck was practically begging for my mouth to wrap around. On the occasion that I address him as,"Yes sir." Or "Yes Daddy," or even if he allowed me to, "Yes Master," the wanting need to do so was granted. But only during playtime would I address him as that.

I loved seeing the way he looked at me in public, the way he undressed and teased me with his eyes, we had to keep it professional. The way he stared at my breasts in my shirt, the way my nipples would harden at his erotic gaze. Oh and when he stared between my legs, especially if I was wearing a skirt, a single finger motion that told me to open my legs. Under the table he would stare, his mouth watering. I could watch as he stirred in his seat, slowly rubbing himself under his table. He would want me to follow, rubbing my sex as it gave him a full show under my lace panties.

But we had to keep it professional. We couldn't let anyone know our dirty little secret- and so dirty it was-

"Ms. Winter." My erotic writing is halted as I hear my name being called from my English teacher. I quickly closed my journal and shot my head up, glancing around the classroom to see my peers staring at me.

"Perhaps if you would pay attention to the class, you would learn something." Mr. Valente has an angered facial expression plastered across his face, holding his book tightly.

I roll my tongue across my lips and nod, praying to the Heavens that I wouldn't embarrass this man in front of his own class.

Violet, Aryiana and Sage were unfortunately not in my class, so I was left listening to my teacher explain an assignment, I already knew I'd ace.

I was staying after for detention and I was pissed off to the highest pistivity. Mr. Valente was scoping around me like I was prey.

"Ms. Winter, I have permission from the principal to give you my ideal consequence for detention." Mr. Valente says going through his notebook.

I fold my arms across my chest and take a step forward next to his desk.

He reaches over to hand me a piece of chalk and I frown.

"You will write, I am a student and will remember my place as one, 50 times." He demands and I scoff, "Excuse me? That's absurd, plus there's no smart board." I point out and he turns around to the end of the classroom and I gape at him.

"The art teacher was kind enough to spare me a small chalk board. I hope you write small." He says and stands it in front of me.

I roll up my sweater sleeves and lift my head to scowl at him.

He scrunches up his face and snaps at me, "Get to it." He demands and I roll my eyes and turn to the board.

I barely knew how to write with chalk but I managed to begin doing it anyways.

I mumbled how much I despised my teacher to myself as I watched him go through papers.

His blue eyes flicked up at me and I slowly turned back around.

"May I ask why you are making me do this as a punishment?" I ask and he chuckles. Why? I do not know why.

"I have spoke with many teachers about your behavior and apparently I am not the first teacher that you have disrespected. However you do have an old soul so I decided to fit the category by giving you an old fashioned punishment, making you write." He explains and pauses, "I see you always writing, so I might as well feed into what exactly you were doing this whole period; writing." He adds and I continue to write the stupid sentence.

He widened his as if waiting for me to say something and I hear him sigh, "So you're a senior. Any plans for after school?" He asks me and I don't care for his suddenly kind behavior. He ruined it by being a dickwad McSpaz-A-Tron.

"College," I finally say with a disinterested sigh, I was going to ignore him but that may add on to my punishment so I forced myself to reply. "For what?" He asks as I see him now perched up on his desk.

"Writing," I say in a monotone voice and he raises an eyebrow, "Sarcasm or are you serious?"

"As serious as a heart attack," I retort with a fake smile and he squints at me. "What do you write? Poetry? Short stories? Novels?" Of course my English teacher would be interested in my works, but not what I wrote. I highly down erotic literature would be something to discuss with anybody except my close friends. "Uh, I write a little bit of everything," I finally admit, which was actually true. I wrote poetry, short sex inserts and of course long novels that included lots and lots of sex.

"Don't be so coy, what is your exact catagory?" He asks curiously and I go back to writing on the chalkboard. "Romance," I cringe as I say that word. Truth be told, I hated Romance novels. I hate the predictable love interest, how it seemed the characters fell in love in one week, then they would break up and somehow end back together again. No drama. No action. They don't even include sex scenes. Just a kiss and then when they wake up the next morning. There as no lust, you don't see the intimacy between two characters, it doesn't reach to the reader, it was revolting to even think that I could write about it.

"Romance? Aren't you a bit too young to write about love?" The nerve of this man! Hell, I could write a romance novel and it would shit on all the others out right now. Once you know pain, you know any emoiton. "Well you look a bit too young to be my teacher? When'd you graduate from high school? Last year?" I spit back and his face remains indifferent.

Bastard Man. "I was simply teasing Ms. Winter, you should really obtain a sense of humor." He suggests and I grip the chalk tighter, the white dust leaving marks in my nails. "Or perhaps the person trying to humor me should learn a better way to approach me. Forgive me, but we didn't exactly begin on good terms." And we still werent.

"As I said yesterday, I can be your favorite teacher or the worst, it's up to you to decide," He reminds me thoughtfully and folds his arms across his broad chest. "You did say that, but took my phone and assumed I was going to give you a hard time as a student. Making assumptions aren't a good thing you know. Haven't you ever heard of giving someone a warning?" I ask and he rolls his tongue over his teeth.

"You do give me a hard time. As to giving warnings, I do not believe in those. You should know how to behave and since you don't, I give proper training to young students." He says in a husky tone. Well this sounded beyond familiar. A little too familiar actually.

But I chose to push down my true thoughts on situations such as that. "Well, you don't know me, like I said, rushing to conclusions aren't a good thing." I repeat and nods his head over to the chalk board. "Well like I said, you are a student and will remain in your place as one." He says back in the same attitude filled tone I had given him.

I stifly turn back around to the chalk board and finish writing the rest of his request and drop the chalk. "Done," I say folding my arms across my chest. He rises to his feet and makes his way over towards my handywork. "It'll do," He says and picks up the chalk board and places it in front of the classroom. 

"May I leave now?" I ask and he turns to me with narrowed eyes. "You have no respect for authority. You're talking to me like I am not an adult." He says, shaking his head in disbelief and it takes all of my willpower to not roll my eyes again. "I say may I." I remind and he shakes his head. "I'm going to teach you to submit under authority." He pauses and reaches into his pocket to retrieve my phone. "Detention again tomorrow. I better not see your phone in class at all," He demands and I snatch my phone out of his hands. 

He was so cruel for no reason. "I do have respect for authority. Only when I'm respected as a student. You're my teacher not a dictator. I'm really a nice student and with your attitude, you make me not want to learn." I say and he scoffs, "That sounds like a personal issue and if you don't like that, get switched out of the class." Mr. Valente says and this time I do roll my eyes. "I just might," I shout back before slamming his door.

"I think he may be sexist." Violet states as she flops down in my hammock after I get home from detention. "Or just a complete prick," Sage says as she takes a bite of her apple. I was proud of her, for actually eating healthily for once. "It sounds like he hasn't gotten any you-know-what in awhile too." Aryiana adds her two cents into the conversation as well and I cringe at her. "Ew, I don't think so. He just doesn't like me because he's a douche bag." I finally says, outstretching my legs on my bed.

"Perhaps Aryiana's theory is correct. Usually males tend to act more aggressively to the opposite sex in lack of attention from them. His sexual frustration may have turned into just plain frustration." Violet says rubbing his chin. "I doubt that. I saw him today and he looks like walking sex. I don't care what that man says, if he wanted someone, all he has to do is wave his magic stick in the air and the panties would come flying to him like a swarm of bees." Sage says, with a mouth full.

"Shit and mine would be the first thrown." Aryiana says wiggling her eyebrows. "You rarely wear underwear Aryiana," Violet reminds and Sage giggles. "I do too. Just thongs," Aryiana defends herself and Sage rolls her eyes. "Anyways, so you have detention with him again tomorrow? Lucky you," She mumbles and Violet bites the inside of her cheek, "Unfortunately, but I'm glad he gave me back my phone," I say, pressing my lips to the screen of my IPhone.

"Exactly, now you can type more!" Aryiana says with a wide grin. "You should start writing on a website! I know one." Violet says to me and I raise an eyebrow, "Oh?" I ask and she nods. "It's called Wattpad." She tells me and I wince, "I don't know how I feel about writing on a website. No one would read it." I mumble and she shakes her head. "You don't know that! You should try it out." She offers and I shrug.

"Maybe," I mumble as I go to the appstore and quickly download Wattpad.

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Hey there lovelies. I'm really dragging this story out and making it as slow as possible. It's a little short start and nothing big was in this chapter except how Mr. Valente really is. *evil grin*

Also, if this is the first book of mine that you're reading. Go on my page and check out some of my other books.

I highly reccomend Letters To Romeo (An Angels Canvas) which is getting published.

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