A Forbidden Romance

Chapter Nine

*Mature Content*
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Billie's POV:

After the altercation with her husband, the blonde ran herself a nice, hot bath hoping to soak away some of the tension that coursed through her veins, her usual thoughts running around in her head; the main one being a particular student of hers and a certain intimate moment they had shared. Even though it happened weeks ago, it still lingered on her mind, and Billie found herself biting down on her lower lip, one hand grasping a bottle of wine and the other nestled between her thighs. It was difficult to tell the difference between the water and the wetness between her legs as her arousal grew with every passing thought of the teen.

Billie found herself in a daze as she gently massaged her sensitive spot, imagining it was y/n's tongue that was causing her so much pleasure. Her head rested on the back of the bathtub as she placed the bottle down on the side, her eyes fluttering closed. Her mind instantly taking her back to the evening she fucked her student, except this time she was sat on her desk, y/n's head between her legs, fucking her senselessly. 

Her arousal quickly became more intense when she slowly slid a finger inside her entrance, followed closely by another. A certain name falling from her lips in a whisper as her orgasm built, taking over her entire body. One hand came up to grip the side of the bathtub as her insides exploded with intense pleasure.

Billie couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips afterwards, as she reached for the bottle of wine, downing the last of it.

"What are you doing to me, y/n?" She whispered to herself as her smile faltered slightly. This girl was making her feel things that she was unaccustomed to, but she quickly had to remind herself that nothing could ever happen between them.. well, never again. You're her teacher and that's all you'll ever be. She told herself. But, part of her wished things could be different. Even if things were different, they would never work together. They practically hated each other. Y/n was a complete bitch and really knew how to push her buttons, like she did earlier.

Billie had almost lost it with her, and she regretted allowing the girl to have such an effect on her. More than anything, she regretted showing her vulnerability because now y/n was most likely going to use that against her. But then again she shouldn't have yelled at her the way she did, y/n was clearly hurt and upset which was down to Billie's actions. She was avoiding her like the plague, simply because she felt as though she had taken advantage of her student, and she didn't want to lead her on even more when nothing would come of it.

Billie decided that she would talk to y/n, properly talk to her in a civilised manner. No more fighting or yelling at each other, and no more trying to assert her dominance. She had to fix the situation so they could both move on.

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The following morning Billie was met with a dreadful hangover, having drowned her sorrows in a bottle of wine the night before. Initially, she didn't think she had drank that much but apparently she'd finished off the entire bottle and opened another, as she silently wished her husband wouldn't return home and he'd just simply.. disappear. But that thought was soon cut short when he stumbled in just after midnight.

She tried her best to stay out of his way, dreading what he would do. He was a lot worse when he had been drinking and she had found that out the hard way. But luckily he had passed out by 12:30am, and Billie quietly slipped in beside him praying that he wouldn't wake in the middle of the night, forcing himself on top of her as he did most nights. Thankfully he was too drunk, and managed to sleep through the night without disturbing the blonde.

When Billie finally awoke her head was pounding and a nauseous feeling consumed her. She glanced over her shoulder to see her husband fast asleep, snoring loudly. Then her head swivelled round to check the time, 8:45am.

"Fuck!" She mumbled when she realised she'd overslept. That's why you don't drink on a school night. She mentally cursed at herself as she clambered out of bed making a dash for the bathroom, quickly brushing her teeth before getting dressed; taking note of the fresh but faint marks on her arm from where her husband had grabbed her and the bruise that had started to form on her hip from when he shoved her into the counter.

She tried to be as quiet as possible as to not wake the beast and her heart momentarily stopped when he stirred slightly, mumbling something coherent.

"Shh, go back to sleep." She cooed gently hoping to avoid any grief first thing in the morning. When he didn't reply she assumed he'd fallen back asleep but as she tiptoed out of the room, his voice startled her.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" He mumbled sleepily. Billie turned to him, frowning in confusion and when he gestured towards his lips she grimaced slightly before reluctantly placing a quick kiss to his lips. Of course, as always he held her head firmly in place as he deepened the kiss, moaning slightly as he slid his fat ogre tongue into her mouth; his sour morning breath making her want to throw up.

When she finally pulled away, a disapproving look rested on his face but she simply just smiled. "I'm going to be late for work."

He glanced at the clock and then back at her, his eyes roaming up and down her body, causing her to shudder. "You look fucking sexy in this outfit.." he paused for a moment, his eyes meeting hers. "Sure it's appropriate for a teacher?" He asked as though accusing her of something, like he had done countless times before.

The blonde inwardly rolled her eyes before reassuring him that she was wearing appropriate attire and that she always dressed this way, and after a couple moments he shrugged, landing a harsh slap to her ass before shouting after her, "Don't be late home!" Like he'd suddenly remembered the conversation they'd had the previous night.

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Billie didn't have time to stop off for coffee like she usually did so drove straight to school, arriving at 9:30am, a little later than predicted due to traffic.

She grabbed her necessary items out of the car before hurrying to her first lesson which was English. She could already hear the rowdiness of her students before she got to her classroom, and when she did she was forced to raise her voice in order to be heard.

"Settle down please!" The blonde dumped her things on her desk before repeating herself a little louder this time.

"Sorry I'm late, traffic was a nightmare." She apologised forcing a smile on her face to hide her flustered state as she handed out worksheets for the beginning of her lesson.

"If you can't be bothered turning up on time, then don't turn up at all." One of her students mocked, and she instantly recognised the voice as she lifted her gaze to meet y/n's, a smirk dancing on her lips, accompanied by a quiet snigger from all the other students.

Y/n was clearly pleased with herself as those were the exact words Billie had said to her on her first day. However, the blonde wasn't going to let that minor remark get to her so instead she smiled warmly at the teen, handing her a worksheet. "I'd like a word with you after class please y/n."

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Hi guys, hope you're all doing good! Sorry I haven't posted in a while, been really demotivated but I wanted to update something for you guys so here you go. Hope you enjoyed, please let me know your thoughts in the comments.
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