The Snake and the Butterfly (25/?)
title: Snake and the Butterfly (25/?)
authors: malicevampire90/hypervyper
Rating:R
fandom:ghost/Priest/mcc/tid
notes/warnings: theres some sex....lol
It's hard to sleep that night when you do get home, it had nothing to do with the dull ache between your legs and stomach though. You'd been with him for three years...and in that three years you'd only seen him loose it maybe a handful of times, you didn't think he was really a violent person to begin with but you were starting to wonder if he didn't have some anger hidden down deep inside. He had never been violent towards you or anyone else and while he was a bit of a grump in the morning he wasn't any worse than anyone else you'd ever seen...as a matter of fact you thought that he'd come a long way from when you'd first met him. The only time he ever took anything like aggression out on you was in the bedroom with his cock and you certainly weren't complaining about it, tonight though...you'd wished there was something that you could have said to diffuse that situation. Sadly though you knew there wasn't anything you could do...in a way, you knew that he needed this, and even though you knew it was the wrong thing to do, a small part of you hoped that Linton smashed his face in. You put your hands over your face and let out a sigh before you turn over onto your side, you've been trying to pretend to sleep for the last two hours, you can't though. Your mind is whirling around too much, questions about the consequences of what you two did, wether or not Gunner will keep his mouth shut, wether or not Linton is ok or not since he's still not home...you can't calm your mind. You just have to tell yourself that Gunner deserved what he got...if it had been any other girl you were sure their boyfriend would have been just as livid and ready to kill, but he wasn't every other boyfriend. He had the capacity to be sadistic and manipulative and while he'd never been that way with you or anyone else he cared about, you knew all too well that it was a very common for people he didn't care for.
He hadn't wanted you to see what he was going to do and that had made your mind wander a bit, Tobias hadn't been much help in figuring out what he was planning afterwards either because all you knew was that Gunner would likely have his ass beaten into the ground but you couldn't be sure. It's only when you start to think that something's gone badly that you hear your phone start to vibrate and you turn over to pick it up, answering without checking to see who it was.
"Hello?"
"O..."
"Jesus where are you?"
"I had some things I had to take care of, took longer than I thought it would. I'll be home in about fifteen...i'll tell you when I get there ok?"
"Ok..." neither of you speak for a few moments. "Are you ok?"
"I'm fine princess...I'll be home soon."
"I'll be here..."
The line cuts off and you pull your phone back and stare at the screen until it goes dark again, he sounds distracted even over the phone and it brings a whole new wave of worry over you. If you hadn't been able to sleep before you weren't going to be able to at all now so you instead of laying there until he got home you decide to get up and waste your time downstairs. You grab your phone and slide off the side before you pick up one of his work shirts, the closest one to you and put it on and buttoning it up so you're covered somewhat decently before you head downstairs. You don't know if Simon or Sara will be down there, and honestly if they were you'd welcome it as a distraction. Somewhere along the way you'd stopped being so jealous of Sara and it was nice to finally get back to talking with her like before and even making those horrible jokes about what she was hiding under her shirts that no one else would ever laugh at but it didn't matter to either of you. You weren't even sure when she was due anymore, but it couldn't be long by how big she was and despite the fact you knew what kind of relationship she and Simon had...he'd been almost strangely normal. Then again, being so ruthless and rough probably wasn't a good idea being that close to the end...you didn't know and you weren't going to ponder on it for longer than you needed. When you see that there is only one light on downstairs you sigh in half disappointment, you'd been hoping that they'd be downstairs...if for no other reason than to talk because you had a lot on your mind after what had happened tonight.
You were still torn, just as badly as you'd been in the bathroom before. You wanted to see Gunner get the shit beat out of him...in a way you'd wished you could be the one to do it...but the other part of you didn't think he was worth all the trouble the two of you could get in. Or rather all the trouble Linton could get into...he'd never let an ounce of blame get put on you even if it was obvious you'd done something, he always protected what was his. You curl up in the corner of the couch and find that your fingers are grazing over your necklace...even the quiet sound of your bracelet seems so loud at the moment...you were his, and suddenly you start to see where he may have come from with his plan. As strange as it may have sounded to someone else, you were essentially his property...but you were a lot more than that as well, you remember him telling you that you were an extension of himself, and you can imagine that in his mind it wasn't just that his girlfriend was attacked. In his mind...it wasn't just his partner being forced upon...it was his property, and it was a piece of himself as well. You curl your fingers through your necklace and stare at the floor while your mind starts to put things into a new perspective. You still couldn't see what he probably ended up doing once you left as being reasonable...but you could understand where it had come from and the thought that in a way he was also an extension of yourself made you happy that he'd probably beaten Gunner pretty well. You realize though...that you trust him entirely to make sure that he has both of you in his best interest when he did it. You get interrupted from your thoughts when you hear someone walk up the steps outside and mess with the lock before the door opens briefly and Linton walks in without a word.
He slips in almost so quietly that if it hadn't been for you watching him you wouldn't have heard him, once he's inside he closes the door and locks it again before putting his head against it. Something feels off but you can't put your finger on it really...he sounded strange on the phone too and all you want to do right now is ask him what's wrong but you can't seem to find your voice. It's only when he turns and faces you that you can see in his eyes that something is wrong and it makes you frown.
"What's wrong?"
"Just been a long clusterfuck of a night..."
You bury your teeth into your bottom lip for a few seconds before speaking up again. "Where were you?"
"I don't think Gunner would be dumb enough to tell anyone about what happened...but on the off chance that he does I had to make sure that my ass was covered."
He pushes off the door and quietly walks over to the couch, flopping down beside you and putting his hand over his face. "Had to make sure that certain...substances...would be cleaned up."
You look at him for the longest time until the realization of what he's saying hits you and you put your head against your knees, sighing heavily. "You feel like you went too far this time?"
He shrugs. "Maybe a little...but it certainly got my point across. I don't think we'll be hearing about him for the rest of the year."
You're both quiet for awhile, neither of you make a move to get up or start any type of conversation after that. You'd known when you'd left that he was having second thoughts about his plan...but you'd also known that he was going to go through with it because he was right, Gunner needed to pay and you weren't able to do it yourself. Part of you feels proud that he did this for you but another part of you feels upset because you knew the consequences if Gunner told anyone. They'd arrest Linton in a heartbeat and possibly you too because you'd been there.
"I'm sorry to make you worry O."
His voice pulls you out of your thoughts and when you look over at him, it's impossible to stay even the smallest bit angry so you shake your head and move so that you're leaning against him. "It's ok...you're home, you're in one peice...that's all I could hope for right now."
You feel him kiss the top of your head softly and it's like all of this never happened...as far as you were concerned it was in the past and you'd be just as surprised as everyone else to know what fate had befallen Gunner after Linton had gotten done with him.
That Monday, the entire school is buzzing with all sorts of stories about what had happened to the school's resident rich kid. Some stories were believable, others were more speculation.The facts however were pretty simple. An anonymous call had been placed around nine thirty that night and whoever had made the call neglected to stay on the line after telling them where they were, when the police had showed up they'd not only found Gunner barely conscious upstairs in the bathroom but they'd shut the whole party down and made a few other arrests for underage drinking. Gunner had had a pretty impressive amount of drugs on him when he did wake up and despite being pushed to give a name of anyone that might have done something like this to him he'd kept his mouth shut. From the stories you'd heard around in the halls, no one had any clue about who could have beat him up so badly...and you'd also heard that his father-who had bailed him out in the past for dumb things like this-wasn't even talking to his son...it was the last straw. Between the drugs and his father's refusal to help his son...Gunner wasn't going to be coming back to school for a very long time, in fact you'd be graduated and on the other side of the country...possibly married by the time he was going to be able to get through all the legal red tape he was going to have to endure. Any part of you that had felt badly about Linton's plan before today was now gone...you felt happy that he was gone and that he'd not be bothering you anymore, it felt like a weight was off of your shoulders finally. Best of all was that even though Linton had expected the worst case...for you both to get implicated in all of this, the stories you were hearing left no doubt in your mind that neither of you were even close to being blamed for it. It almost felt normal...almost.
Even after a month things were pretty boring as far as school was concerned, you were absorbed in your end of the year projects and he was drowning in paperwork from all his classes...even at home there wasn't much privacy anymore since Sara was so close to popping. She and Simon had basically taken over the downstairs while you and LInton were left with free reign of the upstairs, not that much happened though. You were both busy, both tired and really the only contact you two had had been at night when you both fell into bed and passed out. You helped when you could though, there were plenty of nights that he fell asleep at the desk in his room, plenty of days where the only time you two found it possible to talk to each other was lunch and that was a stretch some days...it all had you feeling more or less restless and a little annoyed. You understood though, it was a tough time at the moment and he was trying so hard to get through all of the bullshit to be done with it...and the nights you helped him with it he was more than grateful for it, so you kept it to yourself and focused on your own assignments. You'd spent a majoirty of your morning in the lab before everyone else would be there, you liked it when it was empty despite what had happened there before. Since Gunner's arrest, you felt like it was no big deal and that you could really move past it all finally which felt amazing. You had lab time for the remainder of your day, which meant that in about a half hour this room would be full of people in your graduating class trying to get a handle on their end of year projects. You of course already had a good start on yours and you weren't in the least worried about getting it done on time...which was nice because honestly you hadn't been feeling the best lately anyhow. At first you'd thought that it was simply shcool and helping with your TA duties that had you feeling wore out but even after you'd slept for damn near twelve or so hours you still found yourself struggling to stay awake some days...that and you just felt weird. Your original plan of spending your alone time in the lab suddenly seemed like a less than ideal idea and you couldn't help but wonder what Linton was up to...you knew he had a class but it would be over soon enough, maybe with enough time to talk if he wasn't buried up to his neck
When you get up the motivation enough to decide what you want to do, you slide your things into your bag and make sure it's closed before standing up and taking off, you know you'll be interrupting a class but neither of you really thought of it as interruption anymore to be honest. Even with as boring as things were lately it was nice and there was no denying that, there weren't anymore mean looks or words-at least from a certain couple of people...there were still some students and a lot more staff that had an opinion on what was going on between you and Linton but neither of your cared much. You were both months away from getting away from this place and away from the looks, you just had to make it that long and everything would be looking better. When you get to his door you stand there for a few seconds listening to see if he's actually talking or if it's hit that point in his day that he's giving out assignments and reading...when it's fairly quiet you push the door open slowly and slip inside thankfully unnoticed by a majority of the class. They're a group of freshmen and some of them already look like they're in over their heads which makes you smile a little, it reminds you a little of when you'd first been in this class and how it was a bit misleading to have the teacher they did. There were only a handful of them looking at you strangely, like they were trying to place wether or not they'd seen you before, before giving up and going back to their work...there was only one person looking at you then and he looked tired but pretty happy to see you. He doesn't smile, or really give much away but you know him well enough to see it there so you give him a small smile of your own and take a vacant seat at the back of the room for the remainder of the class.
You probably only sit there for a short time...twenty minutes at the most before you hear people starting to pack up their things and get ready to leave, you stay where you are though, despite the fact that you two were together and had been for some time now...even engaged at this point, you both never liked to push your luck at school. So when the last student leaves and the door clicks shut you finally stand up and grab a chair pulling it up to his desk and sitting down. He's quiet for a few minutes before he puts his pen down and leans back in his chair heavily, you know for a fact he hasn't been sleeping very much and it's showing, he looks like he's running on coffee and a prayer.
"You look like you could use a break..."
"Can't..." He puts his hands over his face and though you know he's exhausted it still makes you smile a bit because the image is a little cute.
"I didn't say what kind of break ..."
"At this rate, just putting paperwork in the desk would be a break for me princess."
"So come to lunch with me."
"I don't know if I have time..."
You don't even try to hide the pout that eases it's way across your face and when he looks up at you and sees it he sighs.
"Fine...ok...besides I haven't been paying much attention to you lately have I..."
"No...but I understand why Sir."
He smiles a little but it's tired looking despite his trying to hide it. "Not an excuse though."
You give him a smile back before standing up and holding out your hand to him, and after he pushes his paperwork into the drawer of his desk he grabs his things and stands up as well grabbing hold of your hand.
"Alright princess...lead the way."
You nod happily before pulling him along behind you.
You both don't talk about work at all during the short hour you take for lunch, instead you both talk about anything but. You talk about Sara and Simon, getting things packed up at the house slowly but surely as well as how close it is to graduation and how happy you both are to be getting out of here. He talks about the new job and the plan for moving and finally you two touch on any idea of a wedding or date but can't seem to come up with anything. You know he doesn't really have any idea so you don't push him on it and instead tell him that there's no harm in being engaged for a time.
"Except we both know you've been taken for a while." He doesn't try to hide the tiny smirk on his face and it makes you give him a grin in response.
"Taken for a long time and in many ways."
"Is my princess talking dirty in public?"
"Maybe...you don't seem to be complaining about it though...you actually seem to like it Daddy." You aren't sure why but something feels more bold in you so you move your chair closer to him so that no one could really see what you were doing before you let your hand rest on his leg...much closer to what was growing in his pants to really be innocent. You half expect him to reprimand you for being this way but he doesn't, as a matter of fact he does the opposite and moves his own hand down under the table and without any warning he slides his hand up your leg, straight between your legs to press his fingers against you. You hear him let out a low growl...and honestly if you'd not been sitting so close to him you would have never heard it over the ambient sound of of the other students and staff milling around, you'd taken to wearing skirts a lot more than you had...and you'd also fallen into a habit of not bothering with underwear when you did. A small fact that Linton had seemed to forget even though he'd been the one to mention it. Once his fingers press against skin, he only hesitates a few seconds before sliding his fingers down and pushing them into you slowly, it's not surprise to either of you that he's able to slide them in so easily either.
"How long have you been this ready princess?"
You bite your lip when you feel him slide his fingers out of you and back up to stroke your clit slowly. It's hard to keep your voice even enough to even answer. "Since I walked into the classroom Sir..."
"Shame we don't have time to take care of this properly then..."
"Then don't do it properly..."
You feel his fingers stop but you also feel his cock twitch against your hand. "If I'm going to do it, I won't do it any other way but properly princess."
"Please?"
He pulls his hand away from you before standing up and looking down at you with a slightly unreadable look, you know though...and it makes you have squeeze your legs together to relieve some of the ache. "Maybe we should finish this talk in my office."
"If you insist Sir."
"Oh, I insist."
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It was a mistake, you knew that...but you didn't really care either. You found yourself feeling like that more and more lately when it came to these bad decisions. You two really didn't even so much as hold hands at school let alone act even remotely close...but it had been hard to not take the opportunity to slide your hand up her skirt and even harder to not let your cock do your reasoning for you. It had been little over a month since either of you'd really done anything...between work and exhaustion it was hard to muster the energy to do more than fall asleep or cuddle her...which you were fine with to be honest. In particular you'd noticed she'd fall asleep on you randomly and while at first it had been a little annoying you just accepted it now, you weren't such a dick that you were going to wake her up just because you were hard...you had a hand. Sadly your hand was only the last resort and sometimes you didn't even bother...all you knew now though was that she was wet, she hadn't put underwear on and she'd gotten you as hard as you'd been in weeks...not that that was a difficult feat all things considered. It's everything in your will to not hold her hand or grab her by her arm and all but drag her upstairs but you keep yourself in check and walk alongside her quietly until you get to your office. Once you unlock the door you push it open and once she's inside, you close it and immediately grab her by the arm, pushing her up against it and locking it.
Nothing about this is romantic, it never usually is when it's a last minute idea...but neither of you care. You have her pinned between you and the door so hard that even if she wanted to move there was no way she'd be able to, and the minute you gain some semblance of control over yourself you reach out and take hold of her arms pulling them behind her and holding her wrists against her back. Times like this you really loved that she didn't mind being manhandled. You lean into her more and press your hips up against her hard enough she lets out a sharp gasp.
"Going to have to be quiet babygirl...can you do that?"
"Yes Sir.." It comes out quietly but you can hear the shake in her voice.
"If not, I have ways."
"I know Daddy...I can do it..."
You keep her hands together with one of your hands, letting your free hand slide to the bottom of her skirt before you grip it tightly and pull it up over her ass. "Keep your hands behind you."
She doesn't answer you but when you let go she grips her arms tightly and presses herself back against you and you can't hold back the low groan that slips out. You reach down and undo your belt and pants, pulling them down enough that they aren't in your way before you reach out and grab hold of her hips, pulling them back away from the door. She lets out a small squeak when you pull her hips back, biting her lip hard and pressing her cheek against the door, she's already breathing heavily and the fact that you haven't even done much to her has her flushed and shaking already makes your dick ache. You don't give her any warning aside from burying your face against her shoulder before you grab hold and guide yourself into her at first, but once you feel that familiar warmth around you, it's impossible to not just let go. You put both hands on her hips and bury yourself inside her pussy as far as you can, holding back a moan from the fucking feeling of her. You keep yourself deep inside her before pushing her up fully against the door again and once she's flush against the wood you wrap your arms around her, one hand sliding over her hip to slowly stroke her clit while your other hand wraps around her throat.
"Remember, quiet princess..."
You don't give her a chance to acknowledge your warning before you start moving your hips slowly at first, just barely putting space between you, but it only lasts for a short time, you know that you won't last as long as you'd like and it's for the better since you'd both agreed to not even do this in the first place months ago...but here you were. You lean into her hard, tightening your hand around her throat and letting go of yourself. You fuck her against the door of your office so hard that her hips are making a dull muted thud against the wood each time you bury your cock into her as hard as your able from this angle. After a few minutes you're not even pulling your hips back away from her, instead you're keeping yourself pressed up against her hard, grinding into her just as hard and making her fight the sounds that want to come out of her mouth. The hand that was wrapped around her throat slides up over her mouth tightly, pulling her head back towards you, you put your mouth close to her ear and give her a ruthless thrust that makes her let out a moan against your hand.
"I want to feel you cum on my cock princess."
You start to rub your fingers over her clit faster, pushing your hips against her faster and holding onto her tighter, her muffled sounds only making pushing you closer and closer to release. Then you feel it, her hands which had been obediently folded behind her back, fly forward against the door hard as her hips push back against you like she's begging, you close your eyes tightly and the hand over her mouth tightens as her orgasm rips through her making her squeal into your palm and squeeze your cock so tight you feel your back spasm. It isn't even a minute after that you feel your own release fly through you, making you give her a few final hard thrusts before you let go of her and brace yourself against the door.
Neither of you say anything for a few minutes, it wasn't like either of you could between how hard you were both breathing...not that there was much to be said. After a few minutes of silence you move back away from her and let out a hiss when you feel yourself slide out of her, despite her skirt you can see her push her thighs together before she turns around to face you. She's still pink in the face and despite the fact that you two have done far worse than this as far as sexual acts were concerned she's blushing. It never failed though that you had to smile at it. You fix your pants and eventually when you feel that you both look like presentable, you step up close to her again and kiss the top of her head.
"Thought we weren't going to do that stuff here Sir..."
"Special circumstances princess...I missed you."
She leans into you and puts her arms around your waist, face against your shoulder and lets out a sigh, though it sounds decidedly content. "Missed you too Daddy."
"I'm sorry things have been so messed up..."
"Lots of stuff going on..it's not your fault Sir."
"It's not an excuse. Have you been feeling ok?"
"Tired Sir...very tired."
"We'll have to make sure you get more sleep then babygirl...can't have you being without sleep."
"If you say so Sir..."
"I do...now..." You lean down and give her a kiss before letting go of her and walking over to your desk to grab some tissue out of the drawer. "As much as I'd love for everyone to see my cum on your legs...it might not be the best place or time."
She gives you a small smile. "Give it a few months Daddy...then everyone can see."
"You keep talking like that I'll throw you over my desk and have round two...now clean up and get to the Lab, you still have classes."
You chuckle a little when she gives you a small pout but does as you say before throwing the tissues away. "Alright Sir, I'll be off to the lab..but I have a question?"
You'd been getting things together and when the questioning tone in her voice makes you turn around you raise a brow at her. "Hm?"
"Did I get it all?" She doesn't even give you time to react before she pulls her skirt up and god help you, it was fucking hard to not go over to her and make true on your promise of a second round. You reign it in though...you don't have time now...but later she'd pay for it.
"Looks like it princess...just you wait though. You know what kind of punishment you get for teasing Daddy like that is."
"I know Sir...I was kind of hoping you would."
"Hm...naughty girls always get what's coming to them." You walk over to her and before she can make a move you have her pinned back against the door, her hands grab hold of the door frame and her hips push back against you, it's difficult to keep your cock in control like this though. You reach down and pull up her skirt again before you give her a hard smack on the ass, hard enough her skin turns red immediately, before you slide the same hand between her thighs and press a few fingers inside her cunt deeply. "Behave...and better make sure this is nice and wet for me when we get home tonight...if not, you'll be regretting it."
She keeps her face against the door but she nods slowly, pushing her hips back against your hand slightly. "Yes Sir..."
"Now go to the lab babygirl...work on your project. I'll be there soon." You pull your hand back and let her skirt fall back down before reaching past her to unlock the door. When she leaves you can see she's still pink, smiling more than she had in days...god you really couldn't wait for today to be over now. You couldn't wait to give her the punishment she both deserved and apparently wanted...time was going to fucking crawl today.
authors: malicevampire90/hypervyper
Rating:R
fandom:ghost/Priest/mcc/tid
notes/warnings: theres some sex....lol
It's hard to sleep that night when you do get home, it had nothing to do with the dull ache between your legs and stomach though. You'd been with him for three years...and in that three years you'd only seen him loose it maybe a handful of times, you didn't think he was really a violent person to begin with but you were starting to wonder if he didn't have some anger hidden down deep inside. He had never been violent towards you or anyone else and while he was a bit of a grump in the morning he wasn't any worse than anyone else you'd ever seen...as a matter of fact you thought that he'd come a long way from when you'd first met him. The only time he ever took anything like aggression out on you was in the bedroom with his cock and you certainly weren't complaining about it, tonight though...you'd wished there was something that you could have said to diffuse that situation. Sadly though you knew there wasn't anything you could do...in a way, you knew that he needed this, and even though you knew it was the wrong thing to do, a small part of you hoped that Linton smashed his face in. You put your hands over your face and let out a sigh before you turn over onto your side, you've been trying to pretend to sleep for the last two hours, you can't though. Your mind is whirling around too much, questions about the consequences of what you two did, wether or not Gunner will keep his mouth shut, wether or not Linton is ok or not since he's still not home...you can't calm your mind. You just have to tell yourself that Gunner deserved what he got...if it had been any other girl you were sure their boyfriend would have been just as livid and ready to kill, but he wasn't every other boyfriend. He had the capacity to be sadistic and manipulative and while he'd never been that way with you or anyone else he cared about, you knew all too well that it was a very common for people he didn't care for.
He hadn't wanted you to see what he was going to do and that had made your mind wander a bit, Tobias hadn't been much help in figuring out what he was planning afterwards either because all you knew was that Gunner would likely have his ass beaten into the ground but you couldn't be sure. It's only when you start to think that something's gone badly that you hear your phone start to vibrate and you turn over to pick it up, answering without checking to see who it was.
"Hello?"
"O..."
"Jesus where are you?"
"I had some things I had to take care of, took longer than I thought it would. I'll be home in about fifteen...i'll tell you when I get there ok?"
"Ok..." neither of you speak for a few moments. "Are you ok?"
"I'm fine princess...I'll be home soon."
"I'll be here..."
The line cuts off and you pull your phone back and stare at the screen until it goes dark again, he sounds distracted even over the phone and it brings a whole new wave of worry over you. If you hadn't been able to sleep before you weren't going to be able to at all now so you instead of laying there until he got home you decide to get up and waste your time downstairs. You grab your phone and slide off the side before you pick up one of his work shirts, the closest one to you and put it on and buttoning it up so you're covered somewhat decently before you head downstairs. You don't know if Simon or Sara will be down there, and honestly if they were you'd welcome it as a distraction. Somewhere along the way you'd stopped being so jealous of Sara and it was nice to finally get back to talking with her like before and even making those horrible jokes about what she was hiding under her shirts that no one else would ever laugh at but it didn't matter to either of you. You weren't even sure when she was due anymore, but it couldn't be long by how big she was and despite the fact you knew what kind of relationship she and Simon had...he'd been almost strangely normal. Then again, being so ruthless and rough probably wasn't a good idea being that close to the end...you didn't know and you weren't going to ponder on it for longer than you needed. When you see that there is only one light on downstairs you sigh in half disappointment, you'd been hoping that they'd be downstairs...if for no other reason than to talk because you had a lot on your mind after what had happened tonight.
You were still torn, just as badly as you'd been in the bathroom before. You wanted to see Gunner get the shit beat out of him...in a way you'd wished you could be the one to do it...but the other part of you didn't think he was worth all the trouble the two of you could get in. Or rather all the trouble Linton could get into...he'd never let an ounce of blame get put on you even if it was obvious you'd done something, he always protected what was his. You curl up in the corner of the couch and find that your fingers are grazing over your necklace...even the quiet sound of your bracelet seems so loud at the moment...you were his, and suddenly you start to see where he may have come from with his plan. As strange as it may have sounded to someone else, you were essentially his property...but you were a lot more than that as well, you remember him telling you that you were an extension of himself, and you can imagine that in his mind it wasn't just that his girlfriend was attacked. In his mind...it wasn't just his partner being forced upon...it was his property, and it was a piece of himself as well. You curl your fingers through your necklace and stare at the floor while your mind starts to put things into a new perspective. You still couldn't see what he probably ended up doing once you left as being reasonable...but you could understand where it had come from and the thought that in a way he was also an extension of yourself made you happy that he'd probably beaten Gunner pretty well. You realize though...that you trust him entirely to make sure that he has both of you in his best interest when he did it. You get interrupted from your thoughts when you hear someone walk up the steps outside and mess with the lock before the door opens briefly and Linton walks in without a word.
He slips in almost so quietly that if it hadn't been for you watching him you wouldn't have heard him, once he's inside he closes the door and locks it again before putting his head against it. Something feels off but you can't put your finger on it really...he sounded strange on the phone too and all you want to do right now is ask him what's wrong but you can't seem to find your voice. It's only when he turns and faces you that you can see in his eyes that something is wrong and it makes you frown.
"What's wrong?"
"Just been a long clusterfuck of a night..."
You bury your teeth into your bottom lip for a few seconds before speaking up again. "Where were you?"
"I don't think Gunner would be dumb enough to tell anyone about what happened...but on the off chance that he does I had to make sure that my ass was covered."
He pushes off the door and quietly walks over to the couch, flopping down beside you and putting his hand over his face. "Had to make sure that certain...substances...would be cleaned up."
You look at him for the longest time until the realization of what he's saying hits you and you put your head against your knees, sighing heavily. "You feel like you went too far this time?"
He shrugs. "Maybe a little...but it certainly got my point across. I don't think we'll be hearing about him for the rest of the year."
You're both quiet for awhile, neither of you make a move to get up or start any type of conversation after that. You'd known when you'd left that he was having second thoughts about his plan...but you'd also known that he was going to go through with it because he was right, Gunner needed to pay and you weren't able to do it yourself. Part of you feels proud that he did this for you but another part of you feels upset because you knew the consequences if Gunner told anyone. They'd arrest Linton in a heartbeat and possibly you too because you'd been there.
"I'm sorry to make you worry O."
His voice pulls you out of your thoughts and when you look over at him, it's impossible to stay even the smallest bit angry so you shake your head and move so that you're leaning against him. "It's ok...you're home, you're in one peice...that's all I could hope for right now."
You feel him kiss the top of your head softly and it's like all of this never happened...as far as you were concerned it was in the past and you'd be just as surprised as everyone else to know what fate had befallen Gunner after Linton had gotten done with him.
That Monday, the entire school is buzzing with all sorts of stories about what had happened to the school's resident rich kid. Some stories were believable, others were more speculation.The facts however were pretty simple. An anonymous call had been placed around nine thirty that night and whoever had made the call neglected to stay on the line after telling them where they were, when the police had showed up they'd not only found Gunner barely conscious upstairs in the bathroom but they'd shut the whole party down and made a few other arrests for underage drinking. Gunner had had a pretty impressive amount of drugs on him when he did wake up and despite being pushed to give a name of anyone that might have done something like this to him he'd kept his mouth shut. From the stories you'd heard around in the halls, no one had any clue about who could have beat him up so badly...and you'd also heard that his father-who had bailed him out in the past for dumb things like this-wasn't even talking to his son...it was the last straw. Between the drugs and his father's refusal to help his son...Gunner wasn't going to be coming back to school for a very long time, in fact you'd be graduated and on the other side of the country...possibly married by the time he was going to be able to get through all the legal red tape he was going to have to endure. Any part of you that had felt badly about Linton's plan before today was now gone...you felt happy that he was gone and that he'd not be bothering you anymore, it felt like a weight was off of your shoulders finally. Best of all was that even though Linton had expected the worst case...for you both to get implicated in all of this, the stories you were hearing left no doubt in your mind that neither of you were even close to being blamed for it. It almost felt normal...almost.
Even after a month things were pretty boring as far as school was concerned, you were absorbed in your end of the year projects and he was drowning in paperwork from all his classes...even at home there wasn't much privacy anymore since Sara was so close to popping. She and Simon had basically taken over the downstairs while you and LInton were left with free reign of the upstairs, not that much happened though. You were both busy, both tired and really the only contact you two had had been at night when you both fell into bed and passed out. You helped when you could though, there were plenty of nights that he fell asleep at the desk in his room, plenty of days where the only time you two found it possible to talk to each other was lunch and that was a stretch some days...it all had you feeling more or less restless and a little annoyed. You understood though, it was a tough time at the moment and he was trying so hard to get through all of the bullshit to be done with it...and the nights you helped him with it he was more than grateful for it, so you kept it to yourself and focused on your own assignments. You'd spent a majoirty of your morning in the lab before everyone else would be there, you liked it when it was empty despite what had happened there before. Since Gunner's arrest, you felt like it was no big deal and that you could really move past it all finally which felt amazing. You had lab time for the remainder of your day, which meant that in about a half hour this room would be full of people in your graduating class trying to get a handle on their end of year projects. You of course already had a good start on yours and you weren't in the least worried about getting it done on time...which was nice because honestly you hadn't been feeling the best lately anyhow. At first you'd thought that it was simply shcool and helping with your TA duties that had you feeling wore out but even after you'd slept for damn near twelve or so hours you still found yourself struggling to stay awake some days...that and you just felt weird. Your original plan of spending your alone time in the lab suddenly seemed like a less than ideal idea and you couldn't help but wonder what Linton was up to...you knew he had a class but it would be over soon enough, maybe with enough time to talk if he wasn't buried up to his neck
When you get up the motivation enough to decide what you want to do, you slide your things into your bag and make sure it's closed before standing up and taking off, you know you'll be interrupting a class but neither of you really thought of it as interruption anymore to be honest. Even with as boring as things were lately it was nice and there was no denying that, there weren't anymore mean looks or words-at least from a certain couple of people...there were still some students and a lot more staff that had an opinion on what was going on between you and Linton but neither of your cared much. You were both months away from getting away from this place and away from the looks, you just had to make it that long and everything would be looking better. When you get to his door you stand there for a few seconds listening to see if he's actually talking or if it's hit that point in his day that he's giving out assignments and reading...when it's fairly quiet you push the door open slowly and slip inside thankfully unnoticed by a majority of the class. They're a group of freshmen and some of them already look like they're in over their heads which makes you smile a little, it reminds you a little of when you'd first been in this class and how it was a bit misleading to have the teacher they did. There were only a handful of them looking at you strangely, like they were trying to place wether or not they'd seen you before, before giving up and going back to their work...there was only one person looking at you then and he looked tired but pretty happy to see you. He doesn't smile, or really give much away but you know him well enough to see it there so you give him a small smile of your own and take a vacant seat at the back of the room for the remainder of the class.
You probably only sit there for a short time...twenty minutes at the most before you hear people starting to pack up their things and get ready to leave, you stay where you are though, despite the fact that you two were together and had been for some time now...even engaged at this point, you both never liked to push your luck at school. So when the last student leaves and the door clicks shut you finally stand up and grab a chair pulling it up to his desk and sitting down. He's quiet for a few minutes before he puts his pen down and leans back in his chair heavily, you know for a fact he hasn't been sleeping very much and it's showing, he looks like he's running on coffee and a prayer.
"You look like you could use a break..."
"Can't..." He puts his hands over his face and though you know he's exhausted it still makes you smile a bit because the image is a little cute.
"I didn't say what kind of break ..."
"At this rate, just putting paperwork in the desk would be a break for me princess."
"So come to lunch with me."
"I don't know if I have time..."
You don't even try to hide the pout that eases it's way across your face and when he looks up at you and sees it he sighs.
"Fine...ok...besides I haven't been paying much attention to you lately have I..."
"No...but I understand why Sir."
He smiles a little but it's tired looking despite his trying to hide it. "Not an excuse though."
You give him a smile back before standing up and holding out your hand to him, and after he pushes his paperwork into the drawer of his desk he grabs his things and stands up as well grabbing hold of your hand.
"Alright princess...lead the way."
You nod happily before pulling him along behind you.
You both don't talk about work at all during the short hour you take for lunch, instead you both talk about anything but. You talk about Sara and Simon, getting things packed up at the house slowly but surely as well as how close it is to graduation and how happy you both are to be getting out of here. He talks about the new job and the plan for moving and finally you two touch on any idea of a wedding or date but can't seem to come up with anything. You know he doesn't really have any idea so you don't push him on it and instead tell him that there's no harm in being engaged for a time.
"Except we both know you've been taken for a while." He doesn't try to hide the tiny smirk on his face and it makes you give him a grin in response.
"Taken for a long time and in many ways."
"Is my princess talking dirty in public?"
"Maybe...you don't seem to be complaining about it though...you actually seem to like it Daddy." You aren't sure why but something feels more bold in you so you move your chair closer to him so that no one could really see what you were doing before you let your hand rest on his leg...much closer to what was growing in his pants to really be innocent. You half expect him to reprimand you for being this way but he doesn't, as a matter of fact he does the opposite and moves his own hand down under the table and without any warning he slides his hand up your leg, straight between your legs to press his fingers against you. You hear him let out a low growl...and honestly if you'd not been sitting so close to him you would have never heard it over the ambient sound of of the other students and staff milling around, you'd taken to wearing skirts a lot more than you had...and you'd also fallen into a habit of not bothering with underwear when you did. A small fact that Linton had seemed to forget even though he'd been the one to mention it. Once his fingers press against skin, he only hesitates a few seconds before sliding his fingers down and pushing them into you slowly, it's not surprise to either of you that he's able to slide them in so easily either.
"How long have you been this ready princess?"
You bite your lip when you feel him slide his fingers out of you and back up to stroke your clit slowly. It's hard to keep your voice even enough to even answer. "Since I walked into the classroom Sir..."
"Shame we don't have time to take care of this properly then..."
"Then don't do it properly..."
You feel his fingers stop but you also feel his cock twitch against your hand. "If I'm going to do it, I won't do it any other way but properly princess."
"Please?"
He pulls his hand away from you before standing up and looking down at you with a slightly unreadable look, you know though...and it makes you have squeeze your legs together to relieve some of the ache. "Maybe we should finish this talk in my office."
"If you insist Sir."
"Oh, I insist."
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It was a mistake, you knew that...but you didn't really care either. You found yourself feeling like that more and more lately when it came to these bad decisions. You two really didn't even so much as hold hands at school let alone act even remotely close...but it had been hard to not take the opportunity to slide your hand up her skirt and even harder to not let your cock do your reasoning for you. It had been little over a month since either of you'd really done anything...between work and exhaustion it was hard to muster the energy to do more than fall asleep or cuddle her...which you were fine with to be honest. In particular you'd noticed she'd fall asleep on you randomly and while at first it had been a little annoying you just accepted it now, you weren't such a dick that you were going to wake her up just because you were hard...you had a hand. Sadly your hand was only the last resort and sometimes you didn't even bother...all you knew now though was that she was wet, she hadn't put underwear on and she'd gotten you as hard as you'd been in weeks...not that that was a difficult feat all things considered. It's everything in your will to not hold her hand or grab her by her arm and all but drag her upstairs but you keep yourself in check and walk alongside her quietly until you get to your office. Once you unlock the door you push it open and once she's inside, you close it and immediately grab her by the arm, pushing her up against it and locking it.
Nothing about this is romantic, it never usually is when it's a last minute idea...but neither of you care. You have her pinned between you and the door so hard that even if she wanted to move there was no way she'd be able to, and the minute you gain some semblance of control over yourself you reach out and take hold of her arms pulling them behind her and holding her wrists against her back. Times like this you really loved that she didn't mind being manhandled. You lean into her more and press your hips up against her hard enough she lets out a sharp gasp.
"Going to have to be quiet babygirl...can you do that?"
"Yes Sir.." It comes out quietly but you can hear the shake in her voice.
"If not, I have ways."
"I know Daddy...I can do it..."
You keep her hands together with one of your hands, letting your free hand slide to the bottom of her skirt before you grip it tightly and pull it up over her ass. "Keep your hands behind you."
She doesn't answer you but when you let go she grips her arms tightly and presses herself back against you and you can't hold back the low groan that slips out. You reach down and undo your belt and pants, pulling them down enough that they aren't in your way before you reach out and grab hold of her hips, pulling them back away from the door. She lets out a small squeak when you pull her hips back, biting her lip hard and pressing her cheek against the door, she's already breathing heavily and the fact that you haven't even done much to her has her flushed and shaking already makes your dick ache. You don't give her any warning aside from burying your face against her shoulder before you grab hold and guide yourself into her at first, but once you feel that familiar warmth around you, it's impossible to not just let go. You put both hands on her hips and bury yourself inside her pussy as far as you can, holding back a moan from the fucking feeling of her. You keep yourself deep inside her before pushing her up fully against the door again and once she's flush against the wood you wrap your arms around her, one hand sliding over her hip to slowly stroke her clit while your other hand wraps around her throat.
"Remember, quiet princess..."
You don't give her a chance to acknowledge your warning before you start moving your hips slowly at first, just barely putting space between you, but it only lasts for a short time, you know that you won't last as long as you'd like and it's for the better since you'd both agreed to not even do this in the first place months ago...but here you were. You lean into her hard, tightening your hand around her throat and letting go of yourself. You fuck her against the door of your office so hard that her hips are making a dull muted thud against the wood each time you bury your cock into her as hard as your able from this angle. After a few minutes you're not even pulling your hips back away from her, instead you're keeping yourself pressed up against her hard, grinding into her just as hard and making her fight the sounds that want to come out of her mouth. The hand that was wrapped around her throat slides up over her mouth tightly, pulling her head back towards you, you put your mouth close to her ear and give her a ruthless thrust that makes her let out a moan against your hand.
"I want to feel you cum on my cock princess."
You start to rub your fingers over her clit faster, pushing your hips against her faster and holding onto her tighter, her muffled sounds only making pushing you closer and closer to release. Then you feel it, her hands which had been obediently folded behind her back, fly forward against the door hard as her hips push back against you like she's begging, you close your eyes tightly and the hand over her mouth tightens as her orgasm rips through her making her squeal into your palm and squeeze your cock so tight you feel your back spasm. It isn't even a minute after that you feel your own release fly through you, making you give her a few final hard thrusts before you let go of her and brace yourself against the door.
Neither of you say anything for a few minutes, it wasn't like either of you could between how hard you were both breathing...not that there was much to be said. After a few minutes of silence you move back away from her and let out a hiss when you feel yourself slide out of her, despite her skirt you can see her push her thighs together before she turns around to face you. She's still pink in the face and despite the fact that you two have done far worse than this as far as sexual acts were concerned she's blushing. It never failed though that you had to smile at it. You fix your pants and eventually when you feel that you both look like presentable, you step up close to her again and kiss the top of her head.
"Thought we weren't going to do that stuff here Sir..."
"Special circumstances princess...I missed you."
She leans into you and puts her arms around your waist, face against your shoulder and lets out a sigh, though it sounds decidedly content. "Missed you too Daddy."
"I'm sorry things have been so messed up..."
"Lots of stuff going on..it's not your fault Sir."
"It's not an excuse. Have you been feeling ok?"
"Tired Sir...very tired."
"We'll have to make sure you get more sleep then babygirl...can't have you being without sleep."
"If you say so Sir..."
"I do...now..." You lean down and give her a kiss before letting go of her and walking over to your desk to grab some tissue out of the drawer. "As much as I'd love for everyone to see my cum on your legs...it might not be the best place or time."
She gives you a small smile. "Give it a few months Daddy...then everyone can see."
"You keep talking like that I'll throw you over my desk and have round two...now clean up and get to the Lab, you still have classes."
You chuckle a little when she gives you a small pout but does as you say before throwing the tissues away. "Alright Sir, I'll be off to the lab..but I have a question?"
You'd been getting things together and when the questioning tone in her voice makes you turn around you raise a brow at her. "Hm?"
"Did I get it all?" She doesn't even give you time to react before she pulls her skirt up and god help you, it was fucking hard to not go over to her and make true on your promise of a second round. You reign it in though...you don't have time now...but later she'd pay for it.
"Looks like it princess...just you wait though. You know what kind of punishment you get for teasing Daddy like that is."
"I know Sir...I was kind of hoping you would."
"Hm...naughty girls always get what's coming to them." You walk over to her and before she can make a move you have her pinned back against the door, her hands grab hold of the door frame and her hips push back against you, it's difficult to keep your cock in control like this though. You reach down and pull up her skirt again before you give her a hard smack on the ass, hard enough her skin turns red immediately, before you slide the same hand between her thighs and press a few fingers inside her cunt deeply. "Behave...and better make sure this is nice and wet for me when we get home tonight...if not, you'll be regretting it."
She keeps her face against the door but she nods slowly, pushing her hips back against your hand slightly. "Yes Sir..."
"Now go to the lab babygirl...work on your project. I'll be there soon." You pull your hand back and let her skirt fall back down before reaching past her to unlock the door. When she leaves you can see she's still pink, smiling more than she had in days...god you really couldn't wait for today to be over now. You couldn't wait to give her the punishment she both deserved and apparently wanted...time was going to fucking crawl today.