A Blooming Flower

The Dream

Lily

My body was burning up as I walked through the halls making a beeline to the girls toilets. His deep voice still eched in my mind and his touch lingered on my skin.

Mr D was the last man a girl like me should be dreaming about!

His hands ran down my spine till they landed on my hips. His grip was so rough. He was an animal, craving his prey.

Me.

I trembled as he pulled me against his body, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks as he leaned in, whispering in my ear "is this what you wanted little flower?". He gently bit down on my neck.

I should have run but my entire being kept me there, allowing him to mark me.

"You want to be special baby? Hmm?" An agonising pause formed before he continued "Should I make you mine?" he wasn't asking. He grabbed my thighs, lifting me up. My legs wrapped around his, my arms clung to his back. Yes! Yes is all I could think, hell yes.

My clothes flew off my body, leaving my skin bare against his. I could feel him rubbing against my core.

“Yes” I whimpered, grinding against him, begging for him to take me “please sir... please”.

Then he kissed me. The hunger was overwhelming. The command he had over my body was insatiable as his tongue danced with mine. I moaned when he bit my lip, his hips teasing me as he chuckled low against my mouth.

“Who knew you were such a bad girl”.

I squeezed my thighs around him “only for you, sir” I smiled up at him. He'd positioned himself perfectly, his powerful gaze on me as he impatiently stood at my entrance. He was going to do it. He was going to...oh my g...

Shit. I heard the sound of my phone buzzing next to me. I jumped out of bed as I read the time. I had slept in!

Ellie had text me non-stop, trying to wake me up. Her last one was an apology though, she'd left with Olly and was already at school. Crap.

I needed to get dressed, fast. First period started in fifteen minutes. How was I going to get to school without a ride from Ellie's boyfriend? The bus wouldn’t circle back for another half an hour, then the route would take another fourty minutes and I would miss the start of second period. I couldn’t miss the Math test, I’d studied till two in the morning for it.

I looked back at my phone while brushing my teeth. Should I call Mr D?

The thought of seeing him right after the dream I had was terrifying, but he had told me to call him when I needed picking up from school, surely a lift to school was the same thing, right? He was my only hope.

I wondered if he’d scold me for running late and grinned at the thought before coming to my senses. As if I just thought I wanted to see him scold me. What is wrong with me?

I rushed to finish getting dressed, almost praising myself for doing it in record time without falling on my ass even once.

It didn't take long to scroll through my contacts till I reached ‘Mr Donavon’. My thumb hovered for a moment, contemplating if I should, if I could, do it.