The Snake and the Butterfly (10/?)
Fandom: Ghost/Ex-Ghost/Tid/MCC/Priest
Disclaimer: Standard stuff people.
Rating: R
Notes: none
Warnings: none
You wake up the next morning feeling exhausted and more than a little sore, you don't attempt to move because you know that it will only cause you more trouble than its worth. You can tell by how much light is pouring into the room that it has to be mid morning already, but since you two had woken up fairly early to begin with you felt like you'd not slept that much at all. You turn your head slightly and look around the room, for a few seconds you really had forgotten that you weren't in your dorm until you realized that you were practically surrounded by his smell and the thought strikes you as funny enough that you start laughing quietly.You can't even really describe what his scent is, all you know is that you know it anywhere and given what had happened last night you would never be able to think about it and not get a little bothered. It was a whole new level now though, you felt different but you weren't sure how...you weren't sure what was going to happen when Linton woke up. Was he going to be the same rather affectionate person he was when he was around you before or was he going to turn completely. You knew it wasn't a very rational fear but you still wondered, because how he'd been last night was a part of him that you really hadn't seen before and while it was fucking exhilarating and made you want him more than you're body could handle right now, it was just slightly overwhelming. If anyone else called you any of the things he'd called you last night you wouldn't have hesitated to punch them in the face...there was something about the way he said it though, maybe it had been because it was him...and you know that he really doesn't see you like that, and maybe it had been because you'd been too far gone with pleasure to really care what he said. Either way you enjoyed it and you can feel a small grin on your face despite how sore you are, you look over at where he is laying and you feel the urge that you want to reach out and touch him but you resist it.
He's laying on his stomach with his face buried into his pillow, you actually wonder how it is that he's still breathing when it looks like he's suffocating himself...he has his arm under the edge and his other arm must have been either over you or under you because it is laying on your side of the bed still. You pull your lip between your teeth for a few seconds while you debate what you want to do and after some quick thinking you reach out and put your hand through his hair, he doesn't move at all but he does make a small sound when your fingers slide over his scalp. You want so badly to wake him up but you know that it might not be a good idea so you look around for any type of clothing that you could wear that would cover you before you slowly get off the bed. It's only when you go to sit up that you realize just how badly your lower body hurts this morning and while it's not so bad that you can't function its enough that you have to take some extra care to not move wrong. The only thing you can really think of is that it was worth it and you already were looking forward to the next time it happened, even so it was hard to figure out how this was going to play into your school life...was it just going to be a number of run ins and teasing during class until the weekend where he would take out all of that stress? You pull on the first shirt you find which happens to be one of his work shirts and after some fiddling with the sleeves you get them rolled up far enough that you have most of your forearms exposed before you button it up and slip out of the room quietly. You wander down the hall and see that Simon's door is half open so you peek in curiously to see them both asleep, you make sure to keep quiet as you sneak down the stairs trying to avoid making them creak. You look around the ground for your shorts for a little bit before you look in the bathroom to find them hanging over the top of the shower and you reach up and pull them off, putting them on and feeling a bit better about walking around now that you were covered. You weren't sure how much he'd like you wearing this shirt but you supposed you could always tell him that you just picked up the first thing...you really hoped he wouldn't be upset over it and you knew deep down that he probably wouldn't be. You meander into the kitchen and look around for anything that you could make for when everyone wakes up, and when you find enough ingredients to make something you push some of your hair behind your ears and start getting things together, temporarily oblivious to the world outside the kitchen.
It can't be more than an hour before you hear someone shuffle down the stairs, it's slow and heavy and when they finally step off the last stair they turn and wander into the kitchen as well, and you can plainly see that it is Simon...who looks more like a zombie than a human at the moment. He doesn't seem to notice that you are looking at him or that you even exist at the moment as he shuffles slowly towards the coffee maker and after what feels like an eternity of him fumbling with the grounds and the filter and everything else, he puts his hand on top of it and hits the button before he stands there in silence for a few seconds.
"Mornin..."
You nod at him and answer. "Morning..." You look him over for a second or two. "You ok?"
He puts his finger up at you and makes a 'sh' noise before he goes back to watching the pot fill up slowly. "Soon..."
It's hard not to laugh so you busy yourself with finishing up your own exploits in the kitchen, making sure to not get anything on his shirt. You hear movement from upstairs after a few minutes and you wonder who will be the next person down the steps. You search around for plates and silverware before Simon points in the general direction, pouring himself a cup of coffee and standing there in a daze while he waits for it to not be so hot it will burn him. You start getting things out and putting them on the table as Sara shuffles into the kitchen as well, but she doesn't go for the coffee instead opting for water, she gives you a smile before continuing her pursuit of water. When you hear a loud thud from upstairs you stop and look up at the ceiling for a few seconds before looking at the other two who are doing the same. Simon takes a slow sip of his coffee and then lets out a small laugh before looking at you with a more human expression. He asks what smells good and you explain it's just something that you threw together and that you hoped it tasted as good as it smelled. You hear Linton come down the stairs and round the corner into the kitchen heading straight for the coffee...he isn't so different from Simon in the morning you suppose. Once he gets some caffeine in his system he looks around like he's never seen the kitchen before and then looks at you, his expression is neutral but his eyes don't lie. He's taking you in slowly and you can see the appreciation in them as they travel from your legs up to your face and when he makes eye contact with you, you feel your cheeks heat up and you look down quickly. You aren't sure why you still feel that way but you see the slightest smile on his face when everyone sits down and starts to eat.
The majority of your Saturday is spent being teased by Linton, he says things and does things that he knows will get you started but he deliberately pushes you just so far. You can tell that Simon and Sara know...its in the way they watch the two of you and how they look at each other and then back that makes you think it...it's an almost knowing look. It isn't until later in the afternoon that Simon suggests you all go out drinking and while initially you don't know if its the best idea given that you are a student and it would look odd to be drinking with two teachers and the financial director of the school...after an hour or so of stewing on it you figure there's not really anything stopping you and you decide that it could be fun. You borrow some of Sara's clothes and as it starts to get darker out, the four of you head out. You're amused to no end that both Simon and Linton not only have leather jackets but are wearing them, and its more so to see them walking in front of you and Sara. Neither of you are dressed very provocatively and as a matter of fact, it was the first night in a long time that you were actually chilly enough to be happy to have leggings on, it was a comfort before beauty kind of night considering you all were planning on getting drunk...it sounded like a good time.
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You and Simon both needed this tonight, school had been stressful enough and sometimes sex just wasn't the relief you needed. You and he were both sitting at a table near the back, it was out of the way but you could still very clearly see Sara and Ophelia enjoying themselves and you can feel a slight smile cross your face. You both are quiet as you get your night started but after a few drinks Simon breaks the relative silence.
"She's loud..."
You look at him and at first you want to question him but after a second you realize what he's talking about. "Yeah...I like it though."
"Definitely sounded like you were doing your job."
You glance back at the two of them before shrugging. "I don't know...she's still walking just fine."
"This time."
"I don't want to break her in half Simon."
"I think you really do..."
You give him a look but it's hard to stay serious looking when you have booze in your system. "Maybe I do...there are lots of things I want to do."
"Well...its official now...so I mean you have time."
You nod, it was official now...and there was time. Starting Monday you'd have to start training her...though you'd half done it in the months prior to now so it hopefully wouldn't be too much of a shock. You'd wanted to make her aware that there would be times like this...where you weren't in the mood to be called Sir...or any other title...sometimes it was just as respectful and damn sexy to be called by your name. "I do..."
"Nervous about work?"
"A little. Rob knows and I don't know who all he's told..."
"How does Rob know?"
"I was on a date with her and he took a picture of us..."
"Shit..."
"I was so pissed off Simon...he took the picture and he called her a whore...I'm not sure what set me off though," You take a very big drink and hiss a little at how it burns your throat. "I was going to slam his head off the sidewalk until Martin and Aksel showed up."
Simon follows suit when he downs his drink and makes a face. "You should've."
"Him and Gunner...I swear to god."
"So....fucking happy that I don't have those two...feel bad for you and the rest though."
"I'm pretty sure the little shit is going to pull something soon...he's just waiting."
"How do you mean?"
You turn your head to look at O dancing and just genuinely enjoying herself, you know things are going to get worse for you two given the situation you're both in..."He's going to expose this...it'll ruin her though and if I can help that I will..."
"Not to mention you could lose your job Linton."
"I knew that from the beginning...she's worth it to me."
"Aw...Big daddy Linton's in love." He laughs.
"Fuck you..." You can't help but laugh too but its short lived. "I think...i'm going to try and transfer her classes..."
"Maybe you should hold off unless you know for sure things are going to get put out there..."
"I can feel it Simon...I am almost positive someone higher up knows."
Simon gives a sigh and pushes another drink at you. "Who are you planning to transfer her to?"
You gladly take it and down it without thinking much about it. "Martin...if there is room...if not then we figure out what she needs to take and transfer her entirely out of my classes."
"She's going for your subject though..."
"She's fucking smart Simon...she doesn't even need to be in class half the time to ace her tests." You put both hands through your hair and let out a half sigh. "I need to get her as far away from the fallout of this as I can...and cover my own ass while I'm at it."
"I know..." He pauses for a few seconds before getting the stupid smile on his face. "So this would be a bad time to say I told you so huh?"
"I will kick you in the balls so hard..."
"No you won't."
You look at him, he's staring back at you and you both just half glare at each other for what feels like a few minutes before you cross your arms on the table. "Fair enough..."
"You could see if Megan would take her..."
"She's full up...math apparently is very popular this coming year."
You both share a laugh and continue to drink until things start to feel good.
The rest of the night goes by fairly uneventful, eventually both the girls come back to the table and it's very obvious that you are all not quite trashed but getting there quickly so you make the surprisingly grown up decision to quit drinking now before you were all too drunk to go home. You've seen Ophelia high as hell...and she was very relaxed and open when she was like that, but you'd never seen her drunk, like everyone else that usually consumed alcohol she was being very bold and wasn't holding much back as far as being openly flirty with you. Granted it was drunk flirting, so it was very exaggerated and it amused you to absolutely no end, it was still pretty hot in your mind so you didn't stop her. However you did cut her off after awhile, and after a small rambling argument about why you did she seemed satisfied with the answer and drank water the rest of the time there. She was only mildly buzzed by the time you all stood up to leave, you weren't too far behind her since you'd had much more than she did, Sara was just starting to transition from drunk to buzzed and Simon was still very drunk but also very functional. You all fall in step with each other as you walk down the sidewalk towards the campus, Simon is leaning on Sara making their way slowly in front of you while you keep pace with Ophelia who openly has her arm around you. You don't mind and admittedly have your arm around her waist too as you keep an eye on the two in front of you, it feels so odd being the less drunk of the group but you supposed it was better if one of you was at least close to being in their right mind. You all come to a crosswalk and while you all see plainly that it's busy and you won't be able to cross, Simon decides that he's going to try anyway so you end up having to lunge forward after his jacket, you catch the hood and give it a firm pull making him stumble backwards but not fall.
"Dude...come on..."
He mumbles something and when the traffic is dead enough to cross you tell him to go and he continues to mumble rather drunkenly but starts walking. You put your hand on Ophelia's lower back and you both start walking after them, she's still feeling pretty good by the way she leans into you and you find that you are smiling again, you haven't smiled this much in a long time and it was very nice to be doing it again. You both walk in silence for awhile before she looks at you for a moment. "Hey..."
"What?"
"You never told me the story behind your snake friend." She puts her hand on your chest as if to remind you that it was there and you raise your eyebrows at her, you thought she would've forgot by now.
"You still remember me saying that huh..."
"Mhmm...I wasn't that high..."
"Well if you insist on knowing...it's a dumb story."
"Dumb stories are always the best."
She had you there...they usually were. "Ok...when we all first started playing in the band together...I had this thing that I did, I didn't even realize it to be honest until a certain asshole guitarist pointed it out to me." She looks forward at Simon who apparently heard himself mentioned and was holding up his middle finger to the both of you while still walking. "Anyhow, he started calling me a snake because of the way that I played. Which after watching myself once or twice...he wasn't wrong. It started out as this really dumb joke...and it kind of got out of hand a little. When we get back i'll have to show you the back of blackie."
"Blackie?"
"My bass..."
"What's on the back of it?"
"It's easier to show you. But this tattoo...was kind of a spur of the moment kind of thing, I don't honestly remember much of that night but I do remember that this fucker hurt like hell."
"I bet..."
"So...my nickname is the snake...which is why I've kind of taken to them in general." You pause for a few minutes before getting a small smirk on your face. "What about you and your butterflies?"
"I went through a kind of...quasi rebellious stage in my life I guess. I always wanted to get a tattoo but I knew my parents would kill me." She shrugs. "So I went for a spot that they wouldn't look or be able to see..."
"Now...I bet that one hurt."
"Like a bitch."
"Interesting though."
"Why's that?"
"Interesting that someone as repressed as you would've gotten it there...because it's not just on your hip...it is literally in a spot you would have had to have no pants and your panties pulled down." You feel a small bit accomplished every time you can get her to turn pink and its no different when you can see the color break out over her cheeks.
"It was before...you know."
"Ah...You still don't strike me as a vixen before that either...stubborn teenager I could see though."
She laughs. "I still wouldn't call myself a vixen..."
"After last night I would beg to differ."
"I have a very handsome and attentive Master...what can I say..."
You slip a finger through the necklace and give it a small tug before laughing and putting your arm around her waist again and watching Simon and Sara.
It's a pretty lengthy walk to the bar you had been in, but the farther away from campus the better you all figured, so you'd opted for the one less likely to play host to a bunch of students. This meant that on the way back you passed the few other bars that were in the town, it was when you had been passing by the last one before campus that you heard a familiar voice call out your name, you ignored it and kept walking despite the fact that Ophelia was trying to also get your attention. You knew the voice anywhere...it was high, sort of nasally and very annoying. It also belonged to your ex and the last thing you wanted or needed right now was to run into her. She didn't even live around here the last you knew and so even though you were curious about why she was here you didn't acknowledge her. You see that Simon has stopped walking and is looking behind you to where you're sure she is trying to catch up and he echoes the look on your face pretty well because he never cared for her to begin with. Ophelia apparently has had enough of you ignoring this person and finally stops walking holding onto your arm, you sigh and stop walking also because you don't want to take her arm off...you turn around and look at Anne with probably the coldest look you've been able to do in years...about the same look you had when you found out she'd been fucking everyone. You had to admit that you were still bitter about it, but you also recognized it as karma getting you back for your exploits in high school so you couldn't be too pissed off.
She was a tall woman...actually a bit taller than you even without heels on, she had shoulder length light blonde hair that had some red in it if it was in the right light, blue/grey eyes and a fucking attitude for days. She'd gotten thinner since you'd seen her last so she took on a slightly skeletal appearance that wasn't complimenting anything she had on, if you were being painfully honest she almost looked like she'd wandered off the street somewhere. She didn't look like the woman you'd dated years ago and while part of you knew that she'd let herself get to this point you had little to no sympathy for her. Once you turned to look at her she had come up to you without hesitation and put her hand on your shoulder and moving so that she was standing between you and Ophelia...she was acting like the smaller woman didn't even exist.
"I haven't seen you in ages, I didn't think I'd see you here." She takes her hand off you. "How have you been?"
"One...don't touch me, two...it is bullshit that you just happened to run into me. You don't even live here." You feel a small amount of pleasure at seeing the surprise in her eyes when you call her out. "What are you doing here."
"Visiting a friend."
You move so that Ophelia is able to step out from behind her and you can already tell that she's annoyed. "I know damn well you don't have friends over here."
She gives you a look before looking down at Ophelia and you can see the sneer on her face, you feel protective anger rising up in you before she even speaks.
"I see you've downgraded a bit though." She looks O up and down for a few seconds before going back to ignoring her.
"Excuse me?" Ophelia's voice is very clear and she projects it enough that she interrupts Anne's rambling.
"Either you've given up the life or you're not training well enough anymore, look at her thinking she can speak whenever she wants." She looks at her and you mentally are already putting your hand over your face because you know this isn't going to end well. "Sweetheart part of being his is knowing your place."
You cut off Ophelia's reply because you can see the anger in her eyes. "You wouldn't know anything about being mine or anyone's, so stop acting like you do."
"I may have strayed but I was always yours."
"That's a laugh." You hear Sara chime in and it takes everything in you to not tell her to shut up because she's not helping.
Anne tries to step between you and O again but this time Ophelia takes both her hands and pushes her away from not only herself but you, you stare at her for a few seconds in surprise.
"He obviously isn't interested, so why don't you leave."
"I don't have to answer to you little girl, let the grown ups talk." She reaches over and shoves Ophelia back harder than she needed to and you see her stumble just slightly.
You aren't rightfully sure who moves first...and in reality you hadn't been prepared or expecting any of what happens next. You see Ophelia set her footing and shove Anne right back the same way she did her, and it quickly escalates into a full on fight when Sara tags in as well. It takes Simon a few seconds to realize what is happening but you both come out of your shock at about the same time, you both quickly try to break up this catfight that has turned into a fucking brawl on the sidewalk and it isn't without its dangers. You get punched pretty hard for getting in between Anne and Ophelia but you know that it wasn't O that did it, you put your hands up and shove Anne back forcefully. You can see Simon keeping Sara back and you do the same to O even though you can feel her trying to fight your hold.
"You don't fucking touch her." You're voice is louder than you really intend it to be but you're so angry that you really could care less, there is a small crowd starting to gather outside the bar because of all the commotion that is going on. It also seemed that Anne was also to that point of anger as she screams back at you though she isn't looking at you.
"What does this little bitch have that i don't!? Does she have a cunt made of fucking gold or something?!"
"Shut your fucking mouth!" You actually can feel Ophelia shrink back from you just slightly, she's never seen you this angry and honestly you didn't want her too but you were too far gone with it at this point. "She's mine and when you go after her you go after me and I won't tolerate it Anne, Go back to the hell you crawled out of and leave me the fuck alone!"
Everyone is silent for the longest time and in the distance you can hear sirens, you curse inwardly because you know what is going to happen tonight and it isn't what you had wanted at all...if only Anne had stayed buried in the past like she should have. Anne looks like she's just been called the most awful name that a person could think of and it takes her a few seconds to collect herself somewhat before she rears her head back and spits at you. You don't get a chance to react to it before Ophelia has pushed your arm away from her and has her fist buried into the side of Anne's face, she hits the taller woman hard enough it knocks her to her knees but she gets back up and punches O back hard in the back of her head. It's like watching a train wreck happening in slow motion...you don't have the capacity to react fast enough to stop it and before you can even make a sound you see Sara take the few steps towards Anne and take a hold of her hair all but slamming her down against the ground. You actually cringe at the sound she makes when she hits the cement and it doesn't take too long before Simon is back on her pulling her away from the dazed woman on the ground. You snap out of your daze and go over to Ophelia who is holding the back of her head standing just a few feet from where Anne is laying, you put your hand on her shoulder but she turns around quickly and moves past you to where the other is, she doesn't hesitate and punches her again, this time Anne doesn't doesn't sit back up but rather holds her face on the ground, she spits back at her and says something about not respecting you.
By the time everyone is calmed down the police have shown up and they are already coming after the four of you with hand cuffs, they see that you are all a bit drunk, and they also see that all three of the girls in your presence seem to have an injury in some way or form. The assumption is that you and Simon are the ones responsible and stupidly they ask Simon first, he's still drunk enough that he slurs. You recognize some of the officers and when you realize that one of them already has it out for you from some shit that you did when you were younger you are already cursing when he walks up to you with a shit eating smirk on his face.
"Evening Rubino...looks like you're having an interesting night."
"Bite the whitest part of my ass."
He leans in and sniffs your clothes and you already know what he's trying to do. "Do I smell reefer on you?"
"Go ahead and search me big boy...you won't find anything."
He looks at the others and back at you, you don't back down from his glare.
"You couldn't find anything back then and you won't now."
He takes a hold of your hands and cuffs them before pushing you along with the others into the back of a police car and you put your hands against your head as soon as the door shuts. This was not how you wanted to spend your night at all. After some bickering between Anne and the rest of you, and some helpful bystanders, none of you get charged with anything but you do have to spend your night in the tank, which to you and Simon is no big deal. You've both been here before and this is just a slap on the wrist compared to what i could have been, you're all sitting in silence and you can see Sara is letting Simon use her legs as a pillow while she leans against the wall in a half daze, Anne is in the opposite side of the cell glaring at all of you but keeping her distance. You have your back against the corner by the door and Ophelia is laying against your lap with her hand over her head still, you're watching her quietly because you are a little worried that she might have gotten hit harder than she thought and you didn't want her to go to sleep just yet. "Why'd you do that?"
She turns her head slightly to look at you and shrugs with her free shoulder. "No one talks to you like that Sir, not even her."
You put your hand through her hair quietly and you can see her close her eyes against it, you hadn't really expected that answer, you're proud at her loyalty but you are also a bit disappointed that this all turned into a punching match so quickly...she needed to be reminded that how she acted reflected on you...but that was a topic for another day. You lean your head back against the wall and sigh, this will undoubtably get around the campus...you knew things would get bad you just hadn't counted on them going south this soon.
Her whole sophomore year is filled with uncertainty. The incident outside the bar had indeed reached almost every staff member at the school and it raised the question for all three of you why you had been out with a student drinking. Simon simply never talked about it and Sara holed up in her office most days-being the head of a department had its perks you supposed-and then there was you, in the midst of training Ophelia to be your sub the proper way and trying like hell to be discreet about it despite the rumors. Which were true. After a few weeks the incident fades into the background, getting pushed to the back of everyone's collective mind as finals came around. Ophelia had faced her own fair share of scrutiny for being involved in the incident too...some students had been far more cruel than what was needed but there was little anyone could do about it, her parents had also laid into her over the phone one night while she'd been at your house and you'd never seen her look more ashamed and embarrassed than she had after you'd heard her father yell at her. He hadn't been on speaker either. All in all the end of her year had been shitty but as her training went on she was getting better at letting it go when she was with you and that benefited both of you. You were able to lose yourself in her and she was able to let her mind be at rest for a short time, and then afterwards for a few hours before you both went to bed, you talked...about everything, and it was the same ritual before bed wether she was in your bed or in her own. Over the break between semesters you'd seen her go from the Ophelia that was shy, worried about everything, and was afraid of any failure to the woman that was currently sitting next to you while you graded papers. Even when she was sitting on her knees practically naked and open to you, she exuded nothing but confidence and comfort to you. It had been a few months into her junior year that you'd felt she had the hang of what you wanted and how you worked, she was in tune with you on a level that Anne never could have possibly been and the longer you are with Ophelia the more you believe that you won't have to search for a partner in crime anymore...she was sitting right there.
She'd been sitting there in the same pose contently for about a half hour already, when she'd shown up at your house she'd immediately asked if Simon was home, and when you said he wasn't she had stripped herself of everything except her collar and her panties, something you'd been trying hard to break her of but she'd said it was a limit for her right then. You'd taken off her necklace and put on a more functional collar that you'd gotten months ago and had already broken in, and since then she'd been quietly sitting next to your feet, seemingly content with her spot. You have been smoking, the same as you always did when you had a ton of grading to get done but you were distracted today, there had been a lot of pressure at school lately and the more pressure there was the more you honestly thought about just outing the relationship yourself and ending the rumors once and for all...but you didn't want to get her in the line of fire for it so you continued to hold off the best you could. Though teasing her during school hours was a regular thing that happened...it was very tame teasing but teasing none the less. Gunner and Rob were still as insufferable as ever and there had been one point during a class that Gunner had felt the need to interrupt the lecture to point out he was feeling distracted by Ophelia's clothes, which-as per the usual anymore-you'd picked out yourself. It was warm out and you'd settled on a tank top with jeans...nothing that was inappropriate for class or for the weather and it had annoyed you so badly that you'd told him to get over it at first. It had only escalated when you'd heard him mumble some rather derogatory remarks and it had taken everything to not threaten him in class. Instead you'd walked over to him calmly and demanded he give you his phone. He had after a few seconds of glaring and you'd proceeded to find his mother's number and call it. You'd told him that if he could say that about a girl in his classes he could say it to his own mother, needless to say the comments had stopped being audible. You knew they were trouble, you knew that they knew about Ophelia and you but you didn't know what they were waiting for...so you had been cautious with how flirtatious you were with her around other people and she'd taken it all well considering.
You stare at the papers in front of you blankly, you are too distracted to keep up with it though you aren't sure what is distracting you. You know it isn't her...the only distraction she is guilty of is getting you hard and she can't help that any more than you can. Though you had figured out something she was very good at, she wasn't only very good following directions and pleasing you with her body...her mouth was like nothing you would have ever seen coming from a person with such limited experience. She was also a quick learner...and jesus christ did she know what to do. She still wasn't too keen on catching...she avoided it if she could but sometimes it just happened and she rolled with it either way, if you were being honest though 90% of the time you didn't want to cum just from her mouth, you enjoyed having sex with her and depending on how happy you were with her, it could be amazing or it could be torture. You glance over at her and put your hand through her hair slowly, you've honestly been fighting with this annoying hard on for a while now and you'd tried to ignore it the best you could..but since you weren't going to be getting any work done anyhow you figured why not. You lean back in your chair and turn so that you can face her entirely.
"Look at me babygirl."
She lifts her eyes up to look at you and you can already see a slight smile on her face, it makes you return it just slightly.
"You..." You point at her then to the empty space between your legs and she leans forward so that she is on her hands and knees and starts to crawl, and you swear to god that she is doing it on purpose but its hard telling because she's rather graceful on all fours anymore. Once she's where you want her she sits back on her legs and looks back up at you, you know that she knows what you really want but she doesn't move, she won't move until you tell her too.
"What do you think I want?" You put your hand through her hair again and she leans into it, she always does.
"I think...that you want me to please you with my mouth Sir."
"If you do it good, I'll make sure you get the good fuck you deserve babygirl."
"Yes Sir...may I use my hands?"
"Yes."
"Thank you Sir."
She puts her hands against your legs and leans forward so that her face is against your clothed erection, she stays like that for a few seconds pressing her mouth against you through your pants and even though its not contact it feels damn amazing so you allow her to continue. She only continues it for so long before she is working your pants open and has her hand inside, she pulls your cock out and wastes no time before she has her lips over you. She teases you a bit before she closes her eyes and you watch her slide down so she has you almost fully in her mouth, you can't help the low groan that slips past your lips when she pulls back and then takes you in again. She digs her tongue into the underside of you and when she pulls back again she slides it around your head and you put your hand in her hair. The first time you did this you'd been worried that you'd scare her away from ever trying it again...but, like everything else you were discovering about her she was certainly turing out to be into a lot more than even she knew. You wrap your hand in her hair tightly and start to guide her head up and down over your cock and she braces her hands on your legs and lets you do it. You push her down on you far enough that you can feel her struggle a bit to relax but you don't keep her there long before you let her pull her head back and take a few breaths, she looks at you and has her mouth wrapped around you before she's even properly recovered. You lean your head back and close your eyes against the pleasure you feel, you still have your hand in her hair but you don't need to do anything as she is already bobbing her head pretty quickly over you. You feel the pleasure start to build up inside you and you have to debate wether you want to let her get you off like this or would you rather fuck her senseless. You moan lowly when you feel her take you all in and it cements your decision on what you're going to do. You pull her head back so that she is looking at you, her eyes are dark, lips swollen and her face is just slightly pink...she's breathing rather heavily and the whole image makes your cock twitch with anticipation of just how hard you intend to have her.
You put your finger through the ring in her collar and stand up pulling her up with you, you give her a hard kiss and when she opens her mouth you don't think twice about pushing your tongue inside to play with hers. When you pull back you let go of her collar and tell her to go over to the back of the couch, she walks around to the back of the sofa and spreads her arms over the top of it leaning against it. You walk to the door and make sure it's locked before you head back over to your desk and pull out a condom, you two had had a talk after that first night together. Neither one of you wanted any surprises for now and this was the best option at the moment. You walk back around so that you are behind her and you take both of your hands and squeeze her ass tightly before sliding your hands down and between her legs, you press your hand up against her cunt through her panties and you can feel they are already soaked through. You keep rubbing over her slowly feeling her hips move just slightly to try and prolong the contact and it makes you smile before you pull your hand back and slap her ass hard. She lets out a gasp and pushes herself back towards you a bit. You're putting this off a bit because you are positive that if you get inside her right now you won't last long so you give her a few light smacks before you slide your hand up her back until you can put your hand against her neck. You use your other hand to lift her up so that she is over the back of the sofa and her feet aren't touching the floor any more, you keep her steady with your hand until she puts her arms out to balance herself. You pull back once she is steady and you're sure she won't fall off the back before you lean down run your finger between her folds through the material, she lets out another small gasp when you push your tongue against her suddenly. You stand up again and put your hands on her hips, rubbing the skin there slowly.
"So goddamn wet..." You hook your fingers into her panties and pull them down her legs so that she's exposed to you entirely now, you lean over again and press your tongue against her clit before sliding it along her folds, pushing it into her pussy a few times and pulling away when you hear her let out a quiet moan.
You take a step back from her and push your pants down enough that your cock is free before you tear open the condom and put it on yourself, you can't say you're a fan of them but it's something that needs to be done. Once you are done you move so that you are standing right up behind her, you hold onto your dick with one hand, sliding it between her legs a few times and pressing the tip against her.
"How badly do you want me to fuck you over this sofa babygirl..."
"Please Sir, I'm aching for it..."
"I can tell..." You rub your head against her slowly and hear her try and hold back a moan at the feeling. "Since you've done so well though..." You don't give her any warning before you thrust yourself into her fully, she grips the cushions on the couch tightly and lets out a surprised squeak. You don't give her a chance to get used to you either as you start pushing into her deeply, you can't help but moan as well with how fucking hot she is around you. She always feels so good and the more you focus on that the harder you start to slam into her cunt because you want to make her scream, you put one hand against her hip and give her a handful of short hard thrusts before you pull out completely and tell her to stand up. You don't give her any directions but instead lead her around to the front and push her forward over it so that she has her hands braced on the back of the couch and you grab her hips tightly before pulling her back onto your cock, you shift slightly and roll your hips against her and you can tell that you've found that spot inside her when she bites back a loud gasp and shudders. You start to fuck her hard, so hard in fact that you're pushing her whole body forward with the force of your hips, she's moaning and pushing her hips back into you each time you slam into her and after awhile you can feel the pleasure from earlier returning and building with much more fervor. You lean over her and hook your fingers into her collar pulling back on it slightly when you push into her cunt as deep as you can and hold her hips flush against yours, grinding into her hard and making her let out a whimper at the mix of pain and pleasure, her head is forced back a bit by the collar and you pull a bit more the harder you grind. You feel a loud growl force its way out of your throat before you slide your hand under her to play over her clit, matching your quick pace and you feel her start to shake. You stop moving and you hear her let out a frustrated sound.
"Should I let you cum babygirl?"
"Please Sir, may I ?" He voice is shaky and it makes you have to close your eyes and compose yourself before you continue.
You slide into her slowly but deeply and grind against her spot, it makes her grip the back of the couch tightly and let out a half cry half moan. "You know I love hearing you beg." You give her collar a sharp tug before you pull back and slide back into her again agonizingly slow, you want nothing more than to start up your fast pace again but you also want to hear her beg for it.
She arches her back and you don't have to see her face to know its contorted in pleasure at the moment, so you lean forward so that your mouth is next to her ear. As you lean forward you can feel yourself bottom out inside her and it makes you groan louder than you intend to before you let go of her collar and wrap her hair around your fist tightly. You press up against her a tad harder and you know for a fact that it isn't entirely pleasurable, you bite at her ear.
"Tell me how badly you want to cum little girl..."
The way she answers you undoes you as well as the words she says...it's a half pained moan. "Pleeease Daddy...let me cum. I want it so badly."
You lose any restraint you might have had...you give her hair a sharp tug so that her head is pulled back before you reach forward with your other hand and hold onto her shoulder tightly before you start slamming your hips against her as hard as you can, she moans so loudly that you are sure that the neighbors could hear her but that was exactly what you wanted, you wanted her to be loud, you fucking loved that she was loud. You can't keep yourself quiet either and the only sounds in the room aside from the harsh sound of skin on skin are the sounds of you two panting and moaning as you fuck her for all you're worth. You feel the wall building and building inside you with every thrust and soon enough you know that you won't last, so you lean over her again and all but growl in her ear, grinding your cock into her hard.
"Fucking cum for daddy."
It doesn't take much more than that to hear her let out a scream that sends a shock through you hard enough to push you over the edge, you feel her tense up, you feel her cunt tighten suddenly and you loose all semblance of being rooted in reality as you mercilessly thrust into her those last few times before losing it.
When you manage to find your way back to reality, you run your hands over her back comfortingly, you can tell that she's holding back some tears but you also know they aren't from being hurt. This isn't the first time that she's had this reaction and like all the times before, you right yourself before pulling her into your arms and putting your face against her hair. Sometimes, even after months of this...she still gets overwhelmed and in a way you feel its a good thing because it shows that there is still more to push...but you can't deny that you hate pushing her to this. You sit on the sofa with her for a few minutes until she is calm enough to speak to you, she leans her head against your shoulder and looks at you with those lovely eyes that look so tired right now. You put your hand against her face and give her a kiss before wrapping her back up in your arms.
"You ok?"
"Yes....that was just...a little intense." She laughs a little bit.
"A little..."
"Can I ask you something?"
"Shoot."
"Do you like it when I call you Daddy?"
You pause for a second. "I would be lying if I said I didn't...do you like calling me that?"
She gives you a strange look before looking down at herself. "Yeah...I think I do."
"Hm...this could make things interesting then, couldn't it."
She puts her hand on your shoulder and gives you a playful hit before putting her face into your neck. You decide that you don't really care about tomorrow being Monday...or that you still have papers to grade...you stand up with her and take her upstairs, its late anyhow and you both need to get some sleep. You have a gut feeling that tomorrow is going to be interesting indeed.
Disclaimer: Standard stuff people.
Rating: R
Notes: none
Warnings: none
You wake up the next morning feeling exhausted and more than a little sore, you don't attempt to move because you know that it will only cause you more trouble than its worth. You can tell by how much light is pouring into the room that it has to be mid morning already, but since you two had woken up fairly early to begin with you felt like you'd not slept that much at all. You turn your head slightly and look around the room, for a few seconds you really had forgotten that you weren't in your dorm until you realized that you were practically surrounded by his smell and the thought strikes you as funny enough that you start laughing quietly.You can't even really describe what his scent is, all you know is that you know it anywhere and given what had happened last night you would never be able to think about it and not get a little bothered. It was a whole new level now though, you felt different but you weren't sure how...you weren't sure what was going to happen when Linton woke up. Was he going to be the same rather affectionate person he was when he was around you before or was he going to turn completely. You knew it wasn't a very rational fear but you still wondered, because how he'd been last night was a part of him that you really hadn't seen before and while it was fucking exhilarating and made you want him more than you're body could handle right now, it was just slightly overwhelming. If anyone else called you any of the things he'd called you last night you wouldn't have hesitated to punch them in the face...there was something about the way he said it though, maybe it had been because it was him...and you know that he really doesn't see you like that, and maybe it had been because you'd been too far gone with pleasure to really care what he said. Either way you enjoyed it and you can feel a small grin on your face despite how sore you are, you look over at where he is laying and you feel the urge that you want to reach out and touch him but you resist it.
He's laying on his stomach with his face buried into his pillow, you actually wonder how it is that he's still breathing when it looks like he's suffocating himself...he has his arm under the edge and his other arm must have been either over you or under you because it is laying on your side of the bed still. You pull your lip between your teeth for a few seconds while you debate what you want to do and after some quick thinking you reach out and put your hand through his hair, he doesn't move at all but he does make a small sound when your fingers slide over his scalp. You want so badly to wake him up but you know that it might not be a good idea so you look around for any type of clothing that you could wear that would cover you before you slowly get off the bed. It's only when you go to sit up that you realize just how badly your lower body hurts this morning and while it's not so bad that you can't function its enough that you have to take some extra care to not move wrong. The only thing you can really think of is that it was worth it and you already were looking forward to the next time it happened, even so it was hard to figure out how this was going to play into your school life...was it just going to be a number of run ins and teasing during class until the weekend where he would take out all of that stress? You pull on the first shirt you find which happens to be one of his work shirts and after some fiddling with the sleeves you get them rolled up far enough that you have most of your forearms exposed before you button it up and slip out of the room quietly. You wander down the hall and see that Simon's door is half open so you peek in curiously to see them both asleep, you make sure to keep quiet as you sneak down the stairs trying to avoid making them creak. You look around the ground for your shorts for a little bit before you look in the bathroom to find them hanging over the top of the shower and you reach up and pull them off, putting them on and feeling a bit better about walking around now that you were covered. You weren't sure how much he'd like you wearing this shirt but you supposed you could always tell him that you just picked up the first thing...you really hoped he wouldn't be upset over it and you knew deep down that he probably wouldn't be. You meander into the kitchen and look around for anything that you could make for when everyone wakes up, and when you find enough ingredients to make something you push some of your hair behind your ears and start getting things together, temporarily oblivious to the world outside the kitchen.
It can't be more than an hour before you hear someone shuffle down the stairs, it's slow and heavy and when they finally step off the last stair they turn and wander into the kitchen as well, and you can plainly see that it is Simon...who looks more like a zombie than a human at the moment. He doesn't seem to notice that you are looking at him or that you even exist at the moment as he shuffles slowly towards the coffee maker and after what feels like an eternity of him fumbling with the grounds and the filter and everything else, he puts his hand on top of it and hits the button before he stands there in silence for a few seconds.
"Mornin..."
You nod at him and answer. "Morning..." You look him over for a second or two. "You ok?"
He puts his finger up at you and makes a 'sh' noise before he goes back to watching the pot fill up slowly. "Soon..."
It's hard not to laugh so you busy yourself with finishing up your own exploits in the kitchen, making sure to not get anything on his shirt. You hear movement from upstairs after a few minutes and you wonder who will be the next person down the steps. You search around for plates and silverware before Simon points in the general direction, pouring himself a cup of coffee and standing there in a daze while he waits for it to not be so hot it will burn him. You start getting things out and putting them on the table as Sara shuffles into the kitchen as well, but she doesn't go for the coffee instead opting for water, she gives you a smile before continuing her pursuit of water. When you hear a loud thud from upstairs you stop and look up at the ceiling for a few seconds before looking at the other two who are doing the same. Simon takes a slow sip of his coffee and then lets out a small laugh before looking at you with a more human expression. He asks what smells good and you explain it's just something that you threw together and that you hoped it tasted as good as it smelled. You hear Linton come down the stairs and round the corner into the kitchen heading straight for the coffee...he isn't so different from Simon in the morning you suppose. Once he gets some caffeine in his system he looks around like he's never seen the kitchen before and then looks at you, his expression is neutral but his eyes don't lie. He's taking you in slowly and you can see the appreciation in them as they travel from your legs up to your face and when he makes eye contact with you, you feel your cheeks heat up and you look down quickly. You aren't sure why you still feel that way but you see the slightest smile on his face when everyone sits down and starts to eat.
The majority of your Saturday is spent being teased by Linton, he says things and does things that he knows will get you started but he deliberately pushes you just so far. You can tell that Simon and Sara know...its in the way they watch the two of you and how they look at each other and then back that makes you think it...it's an almost knowing look. It isn't until later in the afternoon that Simon suggests you all go out drinking and while initially you don't know if its the best idea given that you are a student and it would look odd to be drinking with two teachers and the financial director of the school...after an hour or so of stewing on it you figure there's not really anything stopping you and you decide that it could be fun. You borrow some of Sara's clothes and as it starts to get darker out, the four of you head out. You're amused to no end that both Simon and Linton not only have leather jackets but are wearing them, and its more so to see them walking in front of you and Sara. Neither of you are dressed very provocatively and as a matter of fact, it was the first night in a long time that you were actually chilly enough to be happy to have leggings on, it was a comfort before beauty kind of night considering you all were planning on getting drunk...it sounded like a good time.
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You and Simon both needed this tonight, school had been stressful enough and sometimes sex just wasn't the relief you needed. You and he were both sitting at a table near the back, it was out of the way but you could still very clearly see Sara and Ophelia enjoying themselves and you can feel a slight smile cross your face. You both are quiet as you get your night started but after a few drinks Simon breaks the relative silence.
"She's loud..."
You look at him and at first you want to question him but after a second you realize what he's talking about. "Yeah...I like it though."
"Definitely sounded like you were doing your job."
You glance back at the two of them before shrugging. "I don't know...she's still walking just fine."
"This time."
"I don't want to break her in half Simon."
"I think you really do..."
You give him a look but it's hard to stay serious looking when you have booze in your system. "Maybe I do...there are lots of things I want to do."
"Well...its official now...so I mean you have time."
You nod, it was official now...and there was time. Starting Monday you'd have to start training her...though you'd half done it in the months prior to now so it hopefully wouldn't be too much of a shock. You'd wanted to make her aware that there would be times like this...where you weren't in the mood to be called Sir...or any other title...sometimes it was just as respectful and damn sexy to be called by your name. "I do..."
"Nervous about work?"
"A little. Rob knows and I don't know who all he's told..."
"How does Rob know?"
"I was on a date with her and he took a picture of us..."
"Shit..."
"I was so pissed off Simon...he took the picture and he called her a whore...I'm not sure what set me off though," You take a very big drink and hiss a little at how it burns your throat. "I was going to slam his head off the sidewalk until Martin and Aksel showed up."
Simon follows suit when he downs his drink and makes a face. "You should've."
"Him and Gunner...I swear to god."
"So....fucking happy that I don't have those two...feel bad for you and the rest though."
"I'm pretty sure the little shit is going to pull something soon...he's just waiting."
"How do you mean?"
You turn your head to look at O dancing and just genuinely enjoying herself, you know things are going to get worse for you two given the situation you're both in..."He's going to expose this...it'll ruin her though and if I can help that I will..."
"Not to mention you could lose your job Linton."
"I knew that from the beginning...she's worth it to me."
"Aw...Big daddy Linton's in love." He laughs.
"Fuck you..." You can't help but laugh too but its short lived. "I think...i'm going to try and transfer her classes..."
"Maybe you should hold off unless you know for sure things are going to get put out there..."
"I can feel it Simon...I am almost positive someone higher up knows."
Simon gives a sigh and pushes another drink at you. "Who are you planning to transfer her to?"
You gladly take it and down it without thinking much about it. "Martin...if there is room...if not then we figure out what she needs to take and transfer her entirely out of my classes."
"She's going for your subject though..."
"She's fucking smart Simon...she doesn't even need to be in class half the time to ace her tests." You put both hands through your hair and let out a half sigh. "I need to get her as far away from the fallout of this as I can...and cover my own ass while I'm at it."
"I know..." He pauses for a few seconds before getting the stupid smile on his face. "So this would be a bad time to say I told you so huh?"
"I will kick you in the balls so hard..."
"No you won't."
You look at him, he's staring back at you and you both just half glare at each other for what feels like a few minutes before you cross your arms on the table. "Fair enough..."
"You could see if Megan would take her..."
"She's full up...math apparently is very popular this coming year."
You both share a laugh and continue to drink until things start to feel good.
The rest of the night goes by fairly uneventful, eventually both the girls come back to the table and it's very obvious that you are all not quite trashed but getting there quickly so you make the surprisingly grown up decision to quit drinking now before you were all too drunk to go home. You've seen Ophelia high as hell...and she was very relaxed and open when she was like that, but you'd never seen her drunk, like everyone else that usually consumed alcohol she was being very bold and wasn't holding much back as far as being openly flirty with you. Granted it was drunk flirting, so it was very exaggerated and it amused you to absolutely no end, it was still pretty hot in your mind so you didn't stop her. However you did cut her off after awhile, and after a small rambling argument about why you did she seemed satisfied with the answer and drank water the rest of the time there. She was only mildly buzzed by the time you all stood up to leave, you weren't too far behind her since you'd had much more than she did, Sara was just starting to transition from drunk to buzzed and Simon was still very drunk but also very functional. You all fall in step with each other as you walk down the sidewalk towards the campus, Simon is leaning on Sara making their way slowly in front of you while you keep pace with Ophelia who openly has her arm around you. You don't mind and admittedly have your arm around her waist too as you keep an eye on the two in front of you, it feels so odd being the less drunk of the group but you supposed it was better if one of you was at least close to being in their right mind. You all come to a crosswalk and while you all see plainly that it's busy and you won't be able to cross, Simon decides that he's going to try anyway so you end up having to lunge forward after his jacket, you catch the hood and give it a firm pull making him stumble backwards but not fall.
"Dude...come on..."
He mumbles something and when the traffic is dead enough to cross you tell him to go and he continues to mumble rather drunkenly but starts walking. You put your hand on Ophelia's lower back and you both start walking after them, she's still feeling pretty good by the way she leans into you and you find that you are smiling again, you haven't smiled this much in a long time and it was very nice to be doing it again. You both walk in silence for awhile before she looks at you for a moment. "Hey..."
"What?"
"You never told me the story behind your snake friend." She puts her hand on your chest as if to remind you that it was there and you raise your eyebrows at her, you thought she would've forgot by now.
"You still remember me saying that huh..."
"Mhmm...I wasn't that high..."
"Well if you insist on knowing...it's a dumb story."
"Dumb stories are always the best."
She had you there...they usually were. "Ok...when we all first started playing in the band together...I had this thing that I did, I didn't even realize it to be honest until a certain asshole guitarist pointed it out to me." She looks forward at Simon who apparently heard himself mentioned and was holding up his middle finger to the both of you while still walking. "Anyhow, he started calling me a snake because of the way that I played. Which after watching myself once or twice...he wasn't wrong. It started out as this really dumb joke...and it kind of got out of hand a little. When we get back i'll have to show you the back of blackie."
"Blackie?"
"My bass..."
"What's on the back of it?"
"It's easier to show you. But this tattoo...was kind of a spur of the moment kind of thing, I don't honestly remember much of that night but I do remember that this fucker hurt like hell."
"I bet..."
"So...my nickname is the snake...which is why I've kind of taken to them in general." You pause for a few minutes before getting a small smirk on your face. "What about you and your butterflies?"
"I went through a kind of...quasi rebellious stage in my life I guess. I always wanted to get a tattoo but I knew my parents would kill me." She shrugs. "So I went for a spot that they wouldn't look or be able to see..."
"Now...I bet that one hurt."
"Like a bitch."
"Interesting though."
"Why's that?"
"Interesting that someone as repressed as you would've gotten it there...because it's not just on your hip...it is literally in a spot you would have had to have no pants and your panties pulled down." You feel a small bit accomplished every time you can get her to turn pink and its no different when you can see the color break out over her cheeks.
"It was before...you know."
"Ah...You still don't strike me as a vixen before that either...stubborn teenager I could see though."
She laughs. "I still wouldn't call myself a vixen..."
"After last night I would beg to differ."
"I have a very handsome and attentive Master...what can I say..."
You slip a finger through the necklace and give it a small tug before laughing and putting your arm around her waist again and watching Simon and Sara.
It's a pretty lengthy walk to the bar you had been in, but the farther away from campus the better you all figured, so you'd opted for the one less likely to play host to a bunch of students. This meant that on the way back you passed the few other bars that were in the town, it was when you had been passing by the last one before campus that you heard a familiar voice call out your name, you ignored it and kept walking despite the fact that Ophelia was trying to also get your attention. You knew the voice anywhere...it was high, sort of nasally and very annoying. It also belonged to your ex and the last thing you wanted or needed right now was to run into her. She didn't even live around here the last you knew and so even though you were curious about why she was here you didn't acknowledge her. You see that Simon has stopped walking and is looking behind you to where you're sure she is trying to catch up and he echoes the look on your face pretty well because he never cared for her to begin with. Ophelia apparently has had enough of you ignoring this person and finally stops walking holding onto your arm, you sigh and stop walking also because you don't want to take her arm off...you turn around and look at Anne with probably the coldest look you've been able to do in years...about the same look you had when you found out she'd been fucking everyone. You had to admit that you were still bitter about it, but you also recognized it as karma getting you back for your exploits in high school so you couldn't be too pissed off.
She was a tall woman...actually a bit taller than you even without heels on, she had shoulder length light blonde hair that had some red in it if it was in the right light, blue/grey eyes and a fucking attitude for days. She'd gotten thinner since you'd seen her last so she took on a slightly skeletal appearance that wasn't complimenting anything she had on, if you were being painfully honest she almost looked like she'd wandered off the street somewhere. She didn't look like the woman you'd dated years ago and while part of you knew that she'd let herself get to this point you had little to no sympathy for her. Once you turned to look at her she had come up to you without hesitation and put her hand on your shoulder and moving so that she was standing between you and Ophelia...she was acting like the smaller woman didn't even exist.
"I haven't seen you in ages, I didn't think I'd see you here." She takes her hand off you. "How have you been?"
"One...don't touch me, two...it is bullshit that you just happened to run into me. You don't even live here." You feel a small amount of pleasure at seeing the surprise in her eyes when you call her out. "What are you doing here."
"Visiting a friend."
You move so that Ophelia is able to step out from behind her and you can already tell that she's annoyed. "I know damn well you don't have friends over here."
She gives you a look before looking down at Ophelia and you can see the sneer on her face, you feel protective anger rising up in you before she even speaks.
"I see you've downgraded a bit though." She looks O up and down for a few seconds before going back to ignoring her.
"Excuse me?" Ophelia's voice is very clear and she projects it enough that she interrupts Anne's rambling.
"Either you've given up the life or you're not training well enough anymore, look at her thinking she can speak whenever she wants." She looks at her and you mentally are already putting your hand over your face because you know this isn't going to end well. "Sweetheart part of being his is knowing your place."
You cut off Ophelia's reply because you can see the anger in her eyes. "You wouldn't know anything about being mine or anyone's, so stop acting like you do."
"I may have strayed but I was always yours."
"That's a laugh." You hear Sara chime in and it takes everything in you to not tell her to shut up because she's not helping.
Anne tries to step between you and O again but this time Ophelia takes both her hands and pushes her away from not only herself but you, you stare at her for a few seconds in surprise.
"He obviously isn't interested, so why don't you leave."
"I don't have to answer to you little girl, let the grown ups talk." She reaches over and shoves Ophelia back harder than she needed to and you see her stumble just slightly.
You aren't rightfully sure who moves first...and in reality you hadn't been prepared or expecting any of what happens next. You see Ophelia set her footing and shove Anne right back the same way she did her, and it quickly escalates into a full on fight when Sara tags in as well. It takes Simon a few seconds to realize what is happening but you both come out of your shock at about the same time, you both quickly try to break up this catfight that has turned into a fucking brawl on the sidewalk and it isn't without its dangers. You get punched pretty hard for getting in between Anne and Ophelia but you know that it wasn't O that did it, you put your hands up and shove Anne back forcefully. You can see Simon keeping Sara back and you do the same to O even though you can feel her trying to fight your hold.
"You don't fucking touch her." You're voice is louder than you really intend it to be but you're so angry that you really could care less, there is a small crowd starting to gather outside the bar because of all the commotion that is going on. It also seemed that Anne was also to that point of anger as she screams back at you though she isn't looking at you.
"What does this little bitch have that i don't!? Does she have a cunt made of fucking gold or something?!"
"Shut your fucking mouth!" You actually can feel Ophelia shrink back from you just slightly, she's never seen you this angry and honestly you didn't want her too but you were too far gone with it at this point. "She's mine and when you go after her you go after me and I won't tolerate it Anne, Go back to the hell you crawled out of and leave me the fuck alone!"
Everyone is silent for the longest time and in the distance you can hear sirens, you curse inwardly because you know what is going to happen tonight and it isn't what you had wanted at all...if only Anne had stayed buried in the past like she should have. Anne looks like she's just been called the most awful name that a person could think of and it takes her a few seconds to collect herself somewhat before she rears her head back and spits at you. You don't get a chance to react to it before Ophelia has pushed your arm away from her and has her fist buried into the side of Anne's face, she hits the taller woman hard enough it knocks her to her knees but she gets back up and punches O back hard in the back of her head. It's like watching a train wreck happening in slow motion...you don't have the capacity to react fast enough to stop it and before you can even make a sound you see Sara take the few steps towards Anne and take a hold of her hair all but slamming her down against the ground. You actually cringe at the sound she makes when she hits the cement and it doesn't take too long before Simon is back on her pulling her away from the dazed woman on the ground. You snap out of your daze and go over to Ophelia who is holding the back of her head standing just a few feet from where Anne is laying, you put your hand on her shoulder but she turns around quickly and moves past you to where the other is, she doesn't hesitate and punches her again, this time Anne doesn't doesn't sit back up but rather holds her face on the ground, she spits back at her and says something about not respecting you.
By the time everyone is calmed down the police have shown up and they are already coming after the four of you with hand cuffs, they see that you are all a bit drunk, and they also see that all three of the girls in your presence seem to have an injury in some way or form. The assumption is that you and Simon are the ones responsible and stupidly they ask Simon first, he's still drunk enough that he slurs. You recognize some of the officers and when you realize that one of them already has it out for you from some shit that you did when you were younger you are already cursing when he walks up to you with a shit eating smirk on his face.
"Evening Rubino...looks like you're having an interesting night."
"Bite the whitest part of my ass."
He leans in and sniffs your clothes and you already know what he's trying to do. "Do I smell reefer on you?"
"Go ahead and search me big boy...you won't find anything."
He looks at the others and back at you, you don't back down from his glare.
"You couldn't find anything back then and you won't now."
He takes a hold of your hands and cuffs them before pushing you along with the others into the back of a police car and you put your hands against your head as soon as the door shuts. This was not how you wanted to spend your night at all. After some bickering between Anne and the rest of you, and some helpful bystanders, none of you get charged with anything but you do have to spend your night in the tank, which to you and Simon is no big deal. You've both been here before and this is just a slap on the wrist compared to what i could have been, you're all sitting in silence and you can see Sara is letting Simon use her legs as a pillow while she leans against the wall in a half daze, Anne is in the opposite side of the cell glaring at all of you but keeping her distance. You have your back against the corner by the door and Ophelia is laying against your lap with her hand over her head still, you're watching her quietly because you are a little worried that she might have gotten hit harder than she thought and you didn't want her to go to sleep just yet. "Why'd you do that?"
She turns her head slightly to look at you and shrugs with her free shoulder. "No one talks to you like that Sir, not even her."
You put your hand through her hair quietly and you can see her close her eyes against it, you hadn't really expected that answer, you're proud at her loyalty but you are also a bit disappointed that this all turned into a punching match so quickly...she needed to be reminded that how she acted reflected on you...but that was a topic for another day. You lean your head back against the wall and sigh, this will undoubtably get around the campus...you knew things would get bad you just hadn't counted on them going south this soon.
Her whole sophomore year is filled with uncertainty. The incident outside the bar had indeed reached almost every staff member at the school and it raised the question for all three of you why you had been out with a student drinking. Simon simply never talked about it and Sara holed up in her office most days-being the head of a department had its perks you supposed-and then there was you, in the midst of training Ophelia to be your sub the proper way and trying like hell to be discreet about it despite the rumors. Which were true. After a few weeks the incident fades into the background, getting pushed to the back of everyone's collective mind as finals came around. Ophelia had faced her own fair share of scrutiny for being involved in the incident too...some students had been far more cruel than what was needed but there was little anyone could do about it, her parents had also laid into her over the phone one night while she'd been at your house and you'd never seen her look more ashamed and embarrassed than she had after you'd heard her father yell at her. He hadn't been on speaker either. All in all the end of her year had been shitty but as her training went on she was getting better at letting it go when she was with you and that benefited both of you. You were able to lose yourself in her and she was able to let her mind be at rest for a short time, and then afterwards for a few hours before you both went to bed, you talked...about everything, and it was the same ritual before bed wether she was in your bed or in her own. Over the break between semesters you'd seen her go from the Ophelia that was shy, worried about everything, and was afraid of any failure to the woman that was currently sitting next to you while you graded papers. Even when she was sitting on her knees practically naked and open to you, she exuded nothing but confidence and comfort to you. It had been a few months into her junior year that you'd felt she had the hang of what you wanted and how you worked, she was in tune with you on a level that Anne never could have possibly been and the longer you are with Ophelia the more you believe that you won't have to search for a partner in crime anymore...she was sitting right there.
She'd been sitting there in the same pose contently for about a half hour already, when she'd shown up at your house she'd immediately asked if Simon was home, and when you said he wasn't she had stripped herself of everything except her collar and her panties, something you'd been trying hard to break her of but she'd said it was a limit for her right then. You'd taken off her necklace and put on a more functional collar that you'd gotten months ago and had already broken in, and since then she'd been quietly sitting next to your feet, seemingly content with her spot. You have been smoking, the same as you always did when you had a ton of grading to get done but you were distracted today, there had been a lot of pressure at school lately and the more pressure there was the more you honestly thought about just outing the relationship yourself and ending the rumors once and for all...but you didn't want to get her in the line of fire for it so you continued to hold off the best you could. Though teasing her during school hours was a regular thing that happened...it was very tame teasing but teasing none the less. Gunner and Rob were still as insufferable as ever and there had been one point during a class that Gunner had felt the need to interrupt the lecture to point out he was feeling distracted by Ophelia's clothes, which-as per the usual anymore-you'd picked out yourself. It was warm out and you'd settled on a tank top with jeans...nothing that was inappropriate for class or for the weather and it had annoyed you so badly that you'd told him to get over it at first. It had only escalated when you'd heard him mumble some rather derogatory remarks and it had taken everything to not threaten him in class. Instead you'd walked over to him calmly and demanded he give you his phone. He had after a few seconds of glaring and you'd proceeded to find his mother's number and call it. You'd told him that if he could say that about a girl in his classes he could say it to his own mother, needless to say the comments had stopped being audible. You knew they were trouble, you knew that they knew about Ophelia and you but you didn't know what they were waiting for...so you had been cautious with how flirtatious you were with her around other people and she'd taken it all well considering.
You stare at the papers in front of you blankly, you are too distracted to keep up with it though you aren't sure what is distracting you. You know it isn't her...the only distraction she is guilty of is getting you hard and she can't help that any more than you can. Though you had figured out something she was very good at, she wasn't only very good following directions and pleasing you with her body...her mouth was like nothing you would have ever seen coming from a person with such limited experience. She was also a quick learner...and jesus christ did she know what to do. She still wasn't too keen on catching...she avoided it if she could but sometimes it just happened and she rolled with it either way, if you were being honest though 90% of the time you didn't want to cum just from her mouth, you enjoyed having sex with her and depending on how happy you were with her, it could be amazing or it could be torture. You glance over at her and put your hand through her hair slowly, you've honestly been fighting with this annoying hard on for a while now and you'd tried to ignore it the best you could..but since you weren't going to be getting any work done anyhow you figured why not. You lean back in your chair and turn so that you can face her entirely.
"Look at me babygirl."
She lifts her eyes up to look at you and you can already see a slight smile on her face, it makes you return it just slightly.
"You..." You point at her then to the empty space between your legs and she leans forward so that she is on her hands and knees and starts to crawl, and you swear to god that she is doing it on purpose but its hard telling because she's rather graceful on all fours anymore. Once she's where you want her she sits back on her legs and looks back up at you, you know that she knows what you really want but she doesn't move, she won't move until you tell her too.
"What do you think I want?" You put your hand through her hair again and she leans into it, she always does.
"I think...that you want me to please you with my mouth Sir."
"If you do it good, I'll make sure you get the good fuck you deserve babygirl."
"Yes Sir...may I use my hands?"
"Yes."
"Thank you Sir."
She puts her hands against your legs and leans forward so that her face is against your clothed erection, she stays like that for a few seconds pressing her mouth against you through your pants and even though its not contact it feels damn amazing so you allow her to continue. She only continues it for so long before she is working your pants open and has her hand inside, she pulls your cock out and wastes no time before she has her lips over you. She teases you a bit before she closes her eyes and you watch her slide down so she has you almost fully in her mouth, you can't help the low groan that slips past your lips when she pulls back and then takes you in again. She digs her tongue into the underside of you and when she pulls back again she slides it around your head and you put your hand in her hair. The first time you did this you'd been worried that you'd scare her away from ever trying it again...but, like everything else you were discovering about her she was certainly turing out to be into a lot more than even she knew. You wrap your hand in her hair tightly and start to guide her head up and down over your cock and she braces her hands on your legs and lets you do it. You push her down on you far enough that you can feel her struggle a bit to relax but you don't keep her there long before you let her pull her head back and take a few breaths, she looks at you and has her mouth wrapped around you before she's even properly recovered. You lean your head back and close your eyes against the pleasure you feel, you still have your hand in her hair but you don't need to do anything as she is already bobbing her head pretty quickly over you. You feel the pleasure start to build up inside you and you have to debate wether you want to let her get you off like this or would you rather fuck her senseless. You moan lowly when you feel her take you all in and it cements your decision on what you're going to do. You pull her head back so that she is looking at you, her eyes are dark, lips swollen and her face is just slightly pink...she's breathing rather heavily and the whole image makes your cock twitch with anticipation of just how hard you intend to have her.
You put your finger through the ring in her collar and stand up pulling her up with you, you give her a hard kiss and when she opens her mouth you don't think twice about pushing your tongue inside to play with hers. When you pull back you let go of her collar and tell her to go over to the back of the couch, she walks around to the back of the sofa and spreads her arms over the top of it leaning against it. You walk to the door and make sure it's locked before you head back over to your desk and pull out a condom, you two had had a talk after that first night together. Neither one of you wanted any surprises for now and this was the best option at the moment. You walk back around so that you are behind her and you take both of your hands and squeeze her ass tightly before sliding your hands down and between her legs, you press your hand up against her cunt through her panties and you can feel they are already soaked through. You keep rubbing over her slowly feeling her hips move just slightly to try and prolong the contact and it makes you smile before you pull your hand back and slap her ass hard. She lets out a gasp and pushes herself back towards you a bit. You're putting this off a bit because you are positive that if you get inside her right now you won't last long so you give her a few light smacks before you slide your hand up her back until you can put your hand against her neck. You use your other hand to lift her up so that she is over the back of the sofa and her feet aren't touching the floor any more, you keep her steady with your hand until she puts her arms out to balance herself. You pull back once she is steady and you're sure she won't fall off the back before you lean down run your finger between her folds through the material, she lets out another small gasp when you push your tongue against her suddenly. You stand up again and put your hands on her hips, rubbing the skin there slowly.
"So goddamn wet..." You hook your fingers into her panties and pull them down her legs so that she's exposed to you entirely now, you lean over again and press your tongue against her clit before sliding it along her folds, pushing it into her pussy a few times and pulling away when you hear her let out a quiet moan.
You take a step back from her and push your pants down enough that your cock is free before you tear open the condom and put it on yourself, you can't say you're a fan of them but it's something that needs to be done. Once you are done you move so that you are standing right up behind her, you hold onto your dick with one hand, sliding it between her legs a few times and pressing the tip against her.
"How badly do you want me to fuck you over this sofa babygirl..."
"Please Sir, I'm aching for it..."
"I can tell..." You rub your head against her slowly and hear her try and hold back a moan at the feeling. "Since you've done so well though..." You don't give her any warning before you thrust yourself into her fully, she grips the cushions on the couch tightly and lets out a surprised squeak. You don't give her a chance to get used to you either as you start pushing into her deeply, you can't help but moan as well with how fucking hot she is around you. She always feels so good and the more you focus on that the harder you start to slam into her cunt because you want to make her scream, you put one hand against her hip and give her a handful of short hard thrusts before you pull out completely and tell her to stand up. You don't give her any directions but instead lead her around to the front and push her forward over it so that she has her hands braced on the back of the couch and you grab her hips tightly before pulling her back onto your cock, you shift slightly and roll your hips against her and you can tell that you've found that spot inside her when she bites back a loud gasp and shudders. You start to fuck her hard, so hard in fact that you're pushing her whole body forward with the force of your hips, she's moaning and pushing her hips back into you each time you slam into her and after awhile you can feel the pleasure from earlier returning and building with much more fervor. You lean over her and hook your fingers into her collar pulling back on it slightly when you push into her cunt as deep as you can and hold her hips flush against yours, grinding into her hard and making her let out a whimper at the mix of pain and pleasure, her head is forced back a bit by the collar and you pull a bit more the harder you grind. You feel a loud growl force its way out of your throat before you slide your hand under her to play over her clit, matching your quick pace and you feel her start to shake. You stop moving and you hear her let out a frustrated sound.
"Should I let you cum babygirl?"
"Please Sir, may I ?" He voice is shaky and it makes you have to close your eyes and compose yourself before you continue.
You slide into her slowly but deeply and grind against her spot, it makes her grip the back of the couch tightly and let out a half cry half moan. "You know I love hearing you beg." You give her collar a sharp tug before you pull back and slide back into her again agonizingly slow, you want nothing more than to start up your fast pace again but you also want to hear her beg for it.
She arches her back and you don't have to see her face to know its contorted in pleasure at the moment, so you lean forward so that your mouth is next to her ear. As you lean forward you can feel yourself bottom out inside her and it makes you groan louder than you intend to before you let go of her collar and wrap her hair around your fist tightly. You press up against her a tad harder and you know for a fact that it isn't entirely pleasurable, you bite at her ear.
"Tell me how badly you want to cum little girl..."
The way she answers you undoes you as well as the words she says...it's a half pained moan. "Pleeease Daddy...let me cum. I want it so badly."
You lose any restraint you might have had...you give her hair a sharp tug so that her head is pulled back before you reach forward with your other hand and hold onto her shoulder tightly before you start slamming your hips against her as hard as you can, she moans so loudly that you are sure that the neighbors could hear her but that was exactly what you wanted, you wanted her to be loud, you fucking loved that she was loud. You can't keep yourself quiet either and the only sounds in the room aside from the harsh sound of skin on skin are the sounds of you two panting and moaning as you fuck her for all you're worth. You feel the wall building and building inside you with every thrust and soon enough you know that you won't last, so you lean over her again and all but growl in her ear, grinding your cock into her hard.
"Fucking cum for daddy."
It doesn't take much more than that to hear her let out a scream that sends a shock through you hard enough to push you over the edge, you feel her tense up, you feel her cunt tighten suddenly and you loose all semblance of being rooted in reality as you mercilessly thrust into her those last few times before losing it.
When you manage to find your way back to reality, you run your hands over her back comfortingly, you can tell that she's holding back some tears but you also know they aren't from being hurt. This isn't the first time that she's had this reaction and like all the times before, you right yourself before pulling her into your arms and putting your face against her hair. Sometimes, even after months of this...she still gets overwhelmed and in a way you feel its a good thing because it shows that there is still more to push...but you can't deny that you hate pushing her to this. You sit on the sofa with her for a few minutes until she is calm enough to speak to you, she leans her head against your shoulder and looks at you with those lovely eyes that look so tired right now. You put your hand against her face and give her a kiss before wrapping her back up in your arms.
"You ok?"
"Yes....that was just...a little intense." She laughs a little bit.
"A little..."
"Can I ask you something?"
"Shoot."
"Do you like it when I call you Daddy?"
You pause for a second. "I would be lying if I said I didn't...do you like calling me that?"
She gives you a strange look before looking down at herself. "Yeah...I think I do."
"Hm...this could make things interesting then, couldn't it."
She puts her hand on your shoulder and gives you a playful hit before putting her face into your neck. You decide that you don't really care about tomorrow being Monday...or that you still have papers to grade...you stand up with her and take her upstairs, its late anyhow and you both need to get some sleep. You have a gut feeling that tomorrow is going to be interesting indeed.