Clair's POV
After I come down from my high I look over to mr. Evans house. I caught him about half way through and decided to give him a show, I mean why not? No one ever pays attention to me, so why not lap it up. I see that he is gone so I hop up and go for a shower. I take a 20 minute shower, washing off my dream. When I come back my phone goes off signaling a text
J: that was fucking hot... Student or not...
C: do you make it a habit of looking into students Windows?
J: do you make a habit of pleasuring yourself in front of them?
C: touchè, see ya in class ;)
Jakes POV
C: touchè, see you in class ;)
This girl does things to me that no student should ever do. I want to pull that hair of hers and hear her moan my name. I've got to stop before I need another shower...
Once j get to school I'm surprised to see an upset looking Clair in my class. She has her head down, shoulders slumped and shaking. "Clair, what's wrong?" I ask as I walk up to her. She looks up at me with red rimmed eyes and sniffles "my...my...d-da-dad he..." She pushes her hair back behind her ear in habit, and I notice a small bruise gaming across the left side of her face. " what the hell happened?" I ask her. I walk up to my desk and scribble an note and tape it in the door before walking back to her. " he was d-d-drunk. H-h-he d-d-d-didn't m-mean it" she says between sobs. " he ha-ha-has n-n-never done a-anything like th-th-this b-b-b-before I sw-sw-swear"she cries. I'm at a loss of words. What do I do? She's going to end up with a black eye from her drunk dad and j know about it. "Clair.." I start grabbing her hand. " can you promise it won't happen again?" She looks up at me for quite along time before saying "yes, of course, daddy never hits me." She said that so innocently, but the way she says daddy has me wanting to rip her clothes off her, what is she doing to me.. Daddy... J want her to call me daddy... " okay, you can stay in here as long as you need. I'll tell your other teachers you are having a family emergency." She looks at me and just hugs me for a few minutes before whispering "thank you so much!"
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Mr. Daddy? (ON HOLD)
RomantizmYou can call me jake, mr. Evans, or of course... Daddy. He says with that ever present smirk playing on his lips. The bad thing is, is that I start to deal heat pool between my thighs. Oh, Jake Evans... What are you doing to me? "Okay... Daddy" I s...