callan
Once Sakura had written I will not skip Literature with Mr. Avery one hundred times across a sheet of paper and taken two loads of my cum, I set her on my desk, tucked myself away inside my pants, and leaned against the whiteboard to catch my breath.
With every single word she had written, I’d fucked her harder. I couldn’t help myself.
After telling me that she’d continue to be a brat and continue to tease me at school, she’d decided not to show up for my class this morning while attending her others. And that deserved more than this punishment.
I wanted to decorate her ass with red handprints, make her whimper for me to stop and beg me to let her come already. But if I kept her in here any longer, the janitor would show up and catch us. Whether I locked this door or not, he had keys to the entire place.
Doubled over the desk, she took uneven breaths and pressed her shaky thighs together.
Taking the notebook from the desktop, I opened my messenger bag and stuffed it inside. If she wanted to tease and taunt me during class, I would do the same to her. Whenever she wanted to grind those knees together, I’d hand her the notebook to warn her that if she didn’t stop, I’d do that to her in front of the entire class.
And I wasn’t kidding.
Anyone in Redwood could be paid to keep their mouth shut.
Sakura readjusted her skirt and collapsed in her assigned seat in class. Leaning forward in her seat, she placed a hand over her stomach and whimpered slightly, her straight black hair falling into her face.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
After a moment, she sat up straight, shook her head, and whispered, “It’s nothing.” When she stood, she winced again and gripped on to the desk to support herself. She tugged her backpack over her shoulder and peered up at me. “I’m fine. See you tomorrow in class.”
Cheeks much paler than they had been moments ago, Sakura walked right by me to the door. She must’ve thought I’d believe her and let her off the hook that easily. She seemed as if she was about to pass out.
I grasped her elbow and stopped her. “You’re driving home?”
“Yes.”
“Like that?”
Pressing her lips together, she stared at the ground and nodded. “Yes.”
“No,” I said, snatching her keys out of her hand. “You’re not driving anywhere like that.”
Georgina would’ve snatched the keys back and ground her teeth at me, but Sakura just slumped against the wall and slid all the way down to the floor, grasping her stomach. Tears welled up in her big eyes.
Fuck.
I crouched down to her level and furrowed my brow. “Did I hurt you?”
“I have really bad cramps all of a sudden.” She curled into a ball and pulled her knees to her chest. “They hurt so much. I should’ve gone home.” She whimpered into her knees, shoulders trembling. “I’m sorry.”
After lifting her off the ground, I walked with her to my swivel desk chair and set her down so she wasn’t lying in the middle of the floor, which was littered with dirt, fake nails, pieces of dyed hair, and whatever the fuck kids these days tracked into school.
“Did I hurt you?” I repeated, unsure if I had been the one to cause her pain.
She shook her head. “No.”
Once I retrieved some pain meds from the closet, I shook two out into my hand and opened her water bottle. “Take these,” I ordered.
With a shaky hand, she grabbed the pills and stared down at them with worry in her eyes. “No, I … I can’t take them.” She shoved them into my hand and looked away. “I-it’s fine. I’m fine.”
“Sakura,” I growled. “You’re not fine.”
“Yes, I am.”
Though she didn’t move from the seat.
I clenched my jaw and stared at her.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, pulling her knees to her chest again. “I know you probably have to get home to your … to your wife.” She stood shakily again and gripped on to my desk for support. “I need to get home anyway.”
“You shouldn’t be driving.”
“Mr. Avery,” she whispered, “I can’t stay here all night. The janitor would get suspicious.”
“Can you have a friend pick you up?” I asked.
If she drove home like this, she’d get into an accident—or worse …
Sakura chewed on the inside of her cheek and shook her head. “No. I … I don’t have many friends,” she whispered, glancing down at her thighs and frowning. “And I can’t call my parents. They don’t know that I got an IUD.”
My eyes widened. “An IUD?”
Mirroring my expression, she sucked in a sharp breath, then winced and looked away. “Yes, I got an IUD today. That’s why I missed class. I was relatively fine during classes today, but it … it’s hurting really badly now.”
Before a smug smirk could cross my face—because Sakura had started birth control for me—I pressed my lips together and grabbed my keys from the desk. “Then, let me take you because I’m not letting you drive like this.”
She snapped her head up. “Are you crazy?! You can’t bring me home!”
“Not home,” I said, drawing my tongue across my lower teeth.
I knew that I shouldn’t bring my student to my house. But I had fucked her. We had broken far too many rules already, and this wasn’t even a bad one. Not yet. Not until someone found us.
“Come on. I’ll bring you back here to pick up your car once you’re feeling better.”
Gazing up at me through big eyes, she whimpered, “But Mr. Ave—”
“Now, Sakura.”
When she stood, I held the door open for her and headed down the hallway. Georgina wouldn’t be home for another week at the very least. Taking Sakura back to my place wasn’t going to hurt either of us.