The Teacher

8: WREN

"Are you driving to his house now? At this hour?" Yiyi's voice comes through the speaker of my car. I didn't want to show up to his house. I didn't want to go, hence why Yiyi is questioning the time. I left the school two hours ago and went home. I just finished washing up when the text came through. Skylar wanted me at his house now. Apparently, he told Isabella and Gabrielle that I was stopping by earlier with their work.

"I wouldn't be if he didn't tell his daughters I was dropping off school work."

"Wren, you do know that you can say no. Parents do not dictate what you do. It's way past school hours, or do you have ulterior motives? I mean, I saw the man, too. I'll let him tap it."

"Not interested in sleeping with a student's parent. Also, they live so far. And every house I drive by gets bigger and bigger. My little Toyota looks so out of place just driving through his neighbor."

"You know what might be even bigger?"

"Yiyi, I have to go. I'm pulling into his driveway."

"Live a little. Let him fuck and go about your night. One quickie won't hurt you. But whatever, love ya. Call me when you are heading home."

"Uh huh, love you too." I end the call, pulling into a long circular driveway. There is even a freaking fountain.

I look at his mansion through the windshield, and my jaw drops. What the hell? This looks more like a castle. I knew this man had money, but holy hell. I know the girls said they don't have a mommy, so only three of them are staying in this huge place.

I grab the papers off my passenger seat and get out of the car. The crunching sound of my sneakers on the gravel can be heard as I walk up to the stairs. It's so quiet...kinda creepy too. On my side of the city, it's not loud, but it's not quiet either. I stand before the massive doors and get ready to knock on his door when I see a doorbell to the right of me.

The door opened before I could even more. Skylar is standing before me. I take in his appearance. He must have gotten home not too long ago. He is still in a white button-up and black slacks. The top three buttons are undone, and I can see the black ink on his chest. So he has tattoos. I wonder what it could be.

"Ms. Dunningham, glad you finally decided to show up."

"Here you go." He looks down from my face to the papers in my hand.

"Please come in." Taking a step back, the door opens wider.

"I can't." I urge him to take the papers. "This is already highly inappropriate."

"Inappropriate? You are only dropping off papers. Unless,"

I walk into the mansion, greeted by an open entryway and high ceilings. The flooring is covered in marble--which looks expensive. I would be scared to even spill juice on the floor. I wonder if his daughters are mindful of these things when they are home.

I hear the door closes. "Follow me." I stop gawking at the interior and follow close behind him. As we entered the next room, I got the answer to my question. His daughters are definitely not mindful of the dollar amount. Which they shouldn't and I'm happy to see that the living room looks like this. There are toys, children's handmade paintings, and the expensive furniture looks worn in. The living room gives off a homey vibe.

"Where are your children?" I ask.

"Have a seat. Would you like water, tea...wine?" Skylar asks, moving to a bar in the far right corner of the living room.

"Nothing. Umm, I should get going. I don't--"

"Sit," he demands, and my body obeys, instantly plopping down on the black sofa. The sound of his chuckle sent my body into overdrive. I'm sure if I were to make a move like Allison did in the book I was reading the other night...I would succeed. The sound of him pouring our drinks fills the now-silent room.

I look around once more. Where could his daughters be? I know the mansion is huge, but these are little six years old. Noise goes hand and hand.

"Where are your daughters?" I ask again.

He doesn't answer as he sits next to me on the sofa, handing me a glass of...I sniff it...whiskey. "I don't drink dark liquor."

"Dont do that." He clears his throat.

"Do what?" I look over at him.

"Bite your lip like that." His voice is almost primal, and that does it for me. I down the whiskey in one go. The tension in the room shifts and my thoughts are swimming, and none is pure. I suck in a few several deep breaths to calm my nerves and to ease the throbbing between my legs.

"Thank you for the drink. I should get going. I think there might be a storm coming...so I should head home now."

"More reason for you to stay the night. You shouldn't drink and drive."

"It was one drink."

"As a teacher, I think you would be more responsible. I have several spare rooms. You can choose anyone that's to your liking. The girls are at my parents so don't worry."

"Excuse me?" I stand. "They're not even here? I thought...you said..."

"They were here three hours ago when I first told you to come. I wanted you to teach my daughters a lesson. Now I need to teach you a lesson," he finishes his drink, never taking his eyes off me. Slowly standing up, he takes ahold of my empty glass. Placing them on the coffee table, he turns to look at me—holding out his right hand. "Would you like for me to teach you a lesson?"

There is always a time in a woman's life when she fantasizes about being fucked by a sexy billionaire. There is always a time in a woman's life when that fantasy can become a reality. The time is happening for me. I can take his hand and enjoy one night of blissful sin, or I can rush out of here—never looking back.

Once my hand touches him, we move quickly through the mansion. Down a corridor, up a flight of stairs, and down another corridor, we stop in front of a door. He pushes it open, escorting me inside. The room is dimly lit, and his scent engulfs me—woodsy and mint. My eyes land on the California king-size bed. It's really going to happen. I'm going to let my students' father fuck me.

"Pay attention, Ms. Dunningham. I have only three rules when you are in my bedroom. One, listen carefully. Two, follow my lead, and three, always keep your eyes on me. Understood?"

I nod.

"Make it four rules. Rule number four: always use your words. Understood?"

I start to nod but stop. "Y-y-yes." I stutter.

"Perfect. Now. Strip."

I don't know if I should be slow and seductive or hot and ready. I'm going with the latter because I don't know what will happen if I take my time. A phone call might come through, or his parents might drop off his children sooner than expected. It's been years since I let a man touch me, and right now--I want it all.

"So eager, aren't we." He licks his lips, his eyes slowly drinking me in. I've never been shy about nudity or my body. If anything, I'm obsessed with my 36 Cs, I'm curvier than most, and some would say I was blessed with a black woman's ass. "You look even better than what I imagined. Come here."

His hand is rough and callous as he cups the back of my neck, pulling me closer and kissing me softly on the lips. I push my body against him, deepening the kiss. I'm already breaking rules number two and three. His lead isn't my speed, and kissing with your eyes open is just fucking weird. I bite down on his bottom lip just enough to make them part with surprise, and my tongue explores his mouth.

My eyes widened, and I let out a gasp as my hair was being pulled.

"The cardinal rules, Ms. Dunningham." His voice is low and menacing. Causing me to shiver in delight. Tonight will be a night I will never forget. I'm sure of it.

A/N: The next chapter will be released on October 24