Jessica doesn't trust men. Worse, she has a string of short relationships and runs away when things get too serious. Demons from her past resurface when she meets him, Angel Seth Saint, her new teacher with a burning look. And, even if the young wom...
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" Will you blindfold me? "
" Um...I might. But not tonight. "
" Will it hurt? "
"That's the whole point, princess."
I see him roll up his shirt sleeves and my heart misses a beat. Yet I decide to trust him. Giving him a chance is the only way out of this situation. So I stand still as he moves dangerously close to me.
With straight eyes, sure steps and a tight face, he faces me without the slightest hesitation. I feel his fingers going through my back and the thin fabric of my t-shirt doesn't prevent me from shivering. I feel cold, then hot, then cold again. It's like some idiot is playing with the thermostat. Why the hell am I so sensitive to this man?
"Let's just take it easy, okay?"
I nod. Dumb! Compatiate a little, conscience. Seeing his lips move is mesmerizing. I don't even know how I stay so serious in class. I swallow his every word like strawberry juice. If he was my teacher in every subject, I'd be the first minister of education.
"We'll end up in jail, I warn."
He seems to be amused by my remark. He puts his arm around my waist and pulls me towards him, against his chest that I have fantasized about so much.
"And why is that?"
"Teacher-student relationships are forbidden."
"Oh yeah?"
A half smile appears on his lips and I understand that he doesn't care. I don't necessarily want to run away like the last time I was really scared. Let's say I want to stay in a state of denial. Not admitting that I am attracted to him. Deny until the end.
"Charly will be back soon."
"That won't stop me from making you cum."
I freeze. His hand comes up higher and grabs my neck. He lifts my head slightly so that my pupils dive into his. His bewitching blue pupils in which I am already drowning...
"I will show you what I want from you, princess. I want a complete submission, that you are totally dedicated to me and, especially, no questioning of my orders."
His face is frighteningly serious. But I agreed to give him a chance. So I might as well go all the way.
"Okay."
"Okay, who?"
"Okay, sir."
"Fine. Since you didn't sign anything, I won't touch you."
I feel a twinge of disappointment. He notices my disappointment.
"Don't worry.... it will come! But, for now, let's keep it simple."
He releases my neck and moves slightly away from me. Second twinge of disappointment. For once I was close enough to him to hear his heartbeat and feel his breath caressing the skin of his neck. I wish he had never moved. I see him rummaging through the cupboards and pulling out a roll of plastic wrap.
