Icy Blues (Gerard Way Teacher)

Chapter Nine: Gerard's House

(Hi! I apologize for the delayed post but my dad somehow picked up covid! And out of the seven people in my house I was the only other person who caught it. I'm doing better now but I'm still not top notch. Stay safe everyone!)

"I have to stop at my house quickly to get a clean pair of clothes. You don't mind do you?" I don't even look over at him and pay attention to the snow covered trees. "Like I have a choice." His grip tightens on my thigh but I do my best to ignore him. " You know. I'm not a fan of this attitude." "And I'm not a fan of having my fucking psychotic art teacher being obsessed with me." The moment the words left my mouth I wished I could suck them back in. But he didn't say anything and his hand left my thigh. I look over at him and see him picking up his phone and dialing a number. He holds it up to his ear and after a few seconds he speaks. "Good morning Mr. Taylor! Yes it's Gerard Way. I'm just calling to let you know that unfortunately I will be running a little late. As will Riley Rockwell." "What are you-" He slaps his hand over my mouth while glaring at me.

"Well I was making my way to the school and saw her struggling through the deep snow on the sidewalks. We are going to the same place so I thought it would be a nice thing to do." I dig my nails into his hand but he only presses down tighter. "Highway 10 is still closed due to the massive accidents last night and some roads haven't been ploughed. I took an alternative route and ended up getting my car stuck. No one can pick us up and the towing company says it's gonna take them awhile before they can get out here. I figured I'd let you know so you could get someone to cover me for the first period? Okay. I'll chat when we get there. Goodbye." He turns over to face me as we reach a stop sign and I finally rip his hand off my mouth.

"Don't fucking touch me!" He only grins at me before turning to face the road once again. He turns down a road I have never heard of before pulling into the driveway of a decently sized house. He pulls into the garage. Making sure to close it behind him. "Get out." He doesn't even turn to face me. "N-no! Take me to school!" He now looks over at me. His face was like a stone. Still and angry. But he just gets out and walks over to the door and unlocks it. He pushes it open before turning to me again and stalks over to my side of the car and rips open the door. He undoes my seat belt before ripping me out of the car by my arm. I force myself down on the ground. Trying to pry myself from his grasp. Clearly already annoyed by this point he wraps he arms around my waist and effortlessly picks me up from the floor and carries my flailing body to the open door. "Gerard please! Let me go!" He kicks the door closes behind him but doesn't let me go.

He drags me from the room we came in, to what I think is his living room. I can't deny that he has a beautiful house. A much better looking one then mine. But I manage to turn my body enough that I was now sideways. I take this opportunity and bite as hard as I can into his shoulder. He was wearing a coat but my bite was strong enough to pierce his skin. "God dammit Riley!" He throws me down on the couch but before I could make my escape he pins me down. Making sure not to leave any weak spots open. I could see he was tired and frustrated. But so was I. Before he would get a word out I did the only thing that was left open to me. I spit in his face. He flinches slightly but only wipes his face on his sleeve. "Why don't you use your mouth for something a bit more useful. How does that sound?" He says while smiling sinisterly. He takes a fist full of my hair and forces me off the couch and onto my knees. "It certainly sounds good to me." He sits up straight on the couch while I'm on my knees in between his legs.

He uses one hand to hold me by my hair so I stay in place while he uses his other to undo his belt and unzip his pants. "Please stop! I wont do any of that again! Please don't make me do this!" I plead as tears begin to stream down my face. But he didn't care. "Keep begging. you're just making me harder baby." I put my hands on his legs and attempt to push myself away but it felt like I was about to be scalped. And within moments. He had his pants down on the floor. He uses his now free hand to grab my jaw and force me to look up at him. "Don't get any funny ideas Riley. Or you know what I'll do if you do." His voice was harsh but his eyes were full of lust. Before I had a chance to speak he shoved his fingers into my mouth and forced my jaw open. He swiftly shoved his dick in my mouth and down my throat. He lets out a low groan as he shoves my head down as far as my body would allow him. I don't have a weak gag reflex but even this was difficult. No matter how hard I tried to push myself away. I was just forced back. With his fist still full of my hair he forces my head to move back and forth. With my hands on his thighs I could feel his body trembling. Mine was to but for an entirely different reason. Just like he had warned me. I didn't do anything stupid. I made sure my teeth never touched him and slowly I began to lose my fight.

Hearing him moan and whimper kept me updated that I wasn't making him mad. Which was the goal. "Fuck Riley!" He lets go on my hair and puts both hands on either side of my head. He forces my head faster and I could feel his body become tense. "Fuck!" Was all I heard his exclaim before he forces my head down harshly and his dick nearly all the way down my throat before making a weird noise. I could feel something hot god down my throat and I had no way of spitting it back out as he wouldn't pull out and I was forced to swallow it. His face was sweaty as I was finally able to tell because he let go my my head. I quickly scamper away from him to the other side of the room and he just laughs softly at me.

"You are fucking disgusting." I spit out while wiping my tongue on my sleeve. He just stared at me as he pulls his pants back up. He stands up and walks over to me. I flinch as he brings his hand towards me but be runs his hand through my now messy hair and pats my head. "I'm not a fucking dog!" I spit again while backing away. "You obey like one." Was all he said before leaving the room. Everything about him makes me blood boil. But he also terrifies the hell out of me. God knows what he's capable of.

I don't know how long he's going to keep me here so may as well look around. Never know when I'll need an escape route. From where Gerard had left me there was two stair cases. One going up, and one going down. He had gone up so I decided to go down. I ran my hand along the wall and eventually I felt a light switch. I flick on the light and couldn't help but let out an audible gasp. His basement was huge! There was a pool table, a sectional, a fucking bar!? He has to be rich or something. I could see a open door on the other side of the room which lead to a bathroom. I walk forward into the basement just scanning the entire room. I've never seen such a cool and expensive room before. There was even a fireplace with a TV above it. Everything looked brand new and untouched. There wasn't even a spec of dust. I run my hand along the table as I walk towards the bathroom. I'd like to wash my mouth out. "Like what you see?" I snap my head back and see Gerard standing at the bottom of the stairs. He was now wearing a black button up shirt and some black dress pants.  As much as I wanted to ignore him and resume my path to the bathroom I couldn't help but feel curious.

"I never knew being a teacher paid so well." I say without making eye contact. "I wasn't always a teacher Riley." He starts to walk towards me but I step back. "But that's a story for another time." He takes a large step towards me and wraps his hand around my waist pulling me close to him. But I didn't fight him. I'm stuck in his house. It would just be a stupid idea. At least until I know the layout. "You should go clean yourself up." He walks me over to where I was originally going. The bathroom. I make sure to lock the door behind me. The first thing I did was rinse my mouth out with water from the tap. While swishing it around I look through the drawers and cabinets looking for a hair brush. He really fucked my hair up. I find a brush in one of the drawers. Just as I was about to use it something caught my eye. The brush was covered in red hair. Last I checked Gerard doesn't have red hair? And last I heard Gerard doesn't have any friends around here? Is there another girl? Oh god I hope not. That would make everything way worse. And not only for me.

I make sure my mouth is as close to clean as I can get without a tooth brush and paste and my hair is just as it was when we left. I leave the bathroom and my eyes immediately go over to Gerard who was just lounging on the couch. Once he sees me he quickly gets up and smiles. "You look beautiful." He wraps his hand around my waist once again. I create as much distance as possible which wasn't really possible unfortunately. "Are you ready to go?" I only nod my head in response before walking out of his arms and up the stairs. Being around him was the last thing I needed right now. And still. I have to ride in his car with him. "Your ass looks good from this angle." I heard him say from behind me and I nearly trip over the step in front of me when I feel his hand collide with my ass. "Fuck you." I snap at him as I pick quickly run the rest of the way up the stairs. "You already did that. And I liked it a lot. Wanna do it again?"