He didn’t even look at me as I unlocked his office door. I could barely walk and my panties were drowning in how w*t he made me. I couldn’t believe I’d have to masturbate to calm myself down. I couldn’t go to Sebastian with my a** bruised this way.
When I opened the door, I came face to face with Ms. Fitzgerald. It took everything within me to not roll my eyes. She was hanging out with him constantly lately.
“I was passing near the door and I heard some weird noise, is all okay?” she asked both of us and my face dropped to my floor.
“A book fell on her foot,” he pointed out to his textbook on the desk. What a fast liar he was. He didn’t even blink. “I was helping her with the essay for the contest. Do you mind if you give a look at it? Of course, if Miss Prescott is okay with it.”
Idiot.
I smiled through my teeth. “Of course.”
“Sure then, I have thirty minutes to spare,” she said as she took a seat near him. I also noticed she was dressing way better lately… bitch.
They were going to bond over my essay.
“I can stay too, in case you have questions.” My eyes were set on him like a prey.
She smiled and forced me to look at her. “No worries, you can go. I will hand it to you once we are done.”
With that I closed the door, my a** was livid, I was livid and I could swear to God I felt some edge in her voice as if she knew we were fighting for his attention.
I limped to the bathroom to look at my a**. It was so red and there were visible belt lines. He really marked me. In a way I felt proud.
Then I remembered he was alone with that skank.
Amelia was going to ruin my trip.
Another male student helped me put my luggage in the bus truck. Charlotte gave me a quick hug as we went on the bus, shortly after Ms. Fitzegerald followed. I mentally rolled my eyes. It’s been two weeks since I last saw her… and Mr. Reynolds was quite distant with me lately. It was also getting colder outside since it was November.
All students were going on separate busses-because there were too many of us, and we were accompanied by two professors per ride. The bus was insanely large, we were going to spend 18 hours here. I don’t know how I was going to sleep.
When more students were coming, I had to pick a seat. Either sitting by Penelope or Charlotte and honestly, I preferred the bubbly blonde. Ms. Fitzgerald whistled at us as if we were kids.
I covered my ears annoyed. She read from a paper. “Carol Johnson sits with Jack Tidal. Anne Lawren sits with Ray Kurt and…” she coughed. I was getting annoyed of waiting standing up. “Charlotte Owens sits with Isaac Thompson.”
Oh my god. Here went my plan to sit with her… but I was feeling sorry for her sitting with that idiot.
She whistled harshly again as people were bickering. “Listen. Penelope Jenkins sits with Joey Williams.” Penelope wasn’t late to roll her eyes. We were all far and separated. This ride was going to be horrible.
“Why do you have to pick the seats for us? We aren’t children,” a student said.
“Oh, tell that to our last trip. We barely made it to the conference. Now we need rules,” she explained. I did remember the last trip my college had. With seniors. One of them went missing while at the gas station stop and they arrived late to the conference center. What was worse is that they also painted with graffiti the bus when everyone was sleeping.
“Continuing,” Amelia said, “since we are in odd numbers, you will sit alone, Nadia Prescott.”
Perfect. More space to sleep.
She made me sit in the back of the bus, Char and Penelope weren’t anywhere close to me.
It took thirty minutes for the bus to announce itss departure. I wonder in which bus was my professor. I was going to see him only when we stopped to eat. It was barely 7 am now.
As I thought we were leaving, the bus doors opened again and a man entered. I couldn’t see much so I tried to hover over the seat. Mr. Reynolds.
He was talking to Amelia and I couldn’t understand about what.
She yelled, “We aren’t in odd numbers, my mistake, I forgot to count Mr. Reynolds, history, professor. I am going to sit in the front with the bus driver and there is no more space for him.”
“Who is alone?” he asked. I raised my hand. I couldn’t believe it was happening.
Ms. Fitzgerald’s disappointment was palpable as she made him walk towards me.
“Does anyone else in the front seats offer to give up their place for Mr. Reynolds?” she wanted him to sit near to her so f**king bad.
I chuckled under my breath as no one replied. Mr. Reynolds sat next to me, I was squeezed to the window now but his cologne smelled amazing so I was going to let it slide.
The bus driver started driving.
We didn’t say a word for an hour. I spent the whole time watching the window while he was reading a non-fiction book. I was getting impatient. After he burned my a**, he never spoke to me again, or looked at me, so I took advantage of being in the last row. A guy in front of me put music on and I was surprised Amelia didn’t say anything about it.
I nudged Mr. Reynolds, he barely looked at me.
“So… are we good?”
“Take out your phone and have mine and Ms. Fitzgerald’s number. In case anything happens,” he said, ignoring my question. “The other students already have mine and hers.”
I nodded. Maybe he preferred texting me now since it was risky.
Once his number was on my phone, I sent a message. I saved him as Mr. Reynolds so it wouldn’t look suspicious if someone saw.
Me: Phew now we can talk without worrying.
Also can I call you Gabriel here?
His eyes moved over me and I smiled at him.
Me: or you prefer the dynamic between us? Daddy? Sir? Mr. Reynolds?
f**k me over your desk Mr. Reynolds, as you teach the class history.
I sent a laughing emoji, but I was laughing in real life too. He was appalled. Maybe he even regretted giving me his number. I hoped his wife won’t see.
Mr. Reynolds: Stop acting like a child. You’re a brat.
Me: Cuz you didn’t discipline me enough. I couldn’t sit for 5 days tho.
I got a notification on my phone, Sebastian texted me.
Seb: Hi, you left already?
Me: yes how are things around there
I turned back on the conversation with my professor. He was impatiently waiting for me to reply. He looked at my phone when the image with me kissing Seb was on the background.
Mr. Reynolds: I should have never done that. It won’t happen again.
Me: Correct. Next time just f**k me.
He coughed, I couldn’t help but laugh. My hand found its way on his thigh, hoping no one would notice. I felt his breath fastening.
He whispered as he took my hand off him. “Stop.”
“What if I don’t want to?” I whispered as well. Everyone was talking, luckily for us.
Mr. Reynolds was losing his patience.
So I decided to make things worse for him, I sent him a picture of my bruised a**.
Me: You know I was so w*t when I left your office. I masturbated five times that day.
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