Mr. Grey

Chapter 1

"Elena."

I shake my hand in frustration, shoeing whoever was saying my name, to leave me in my slumber.

"Elena!"

I lift my head above my arms, jolting from my sleep. I see my math teacher, Mr. Grey, staring at me straight in the eye. Everyone's eyes were locked onto me, which made my cheeks burn even more red from Mr. Grey's attention. I coughed lightly.

"Caught again Ms. Rodriguez?"

The way my last name rolls off his tongue..

I lightly chuckled, rubbing the back of my head in nervousness. He sighs, turning back to our chalkboard. I see he's writing some random equation. Out of boredom, I begin writing in my journal. My journal was filled with all my sexual fantasies about Mr. Grey, it was technically based off of him.

I never knew I'd grow such a kinky attraction to him, I mean seriously, he's my math teacher. You don't receive a god looking math teacher all the time now do you? I have two different journals, one for expressing my sadness, and the other.. Well we all know it's not rated PG. I softly move my head to the beat of the music playing in my ears. Blocking out everyone's stupid conversations.

Early in the mornings when I think about you

There he was, rolling up his shirt sleeves, revealing his veiny arms. His muscular biceps, moving tightly against his shirts fabric. I feel myself become heated. My cheeks are burning as he licks his lips, while repeating a problem. I watch as his lips move. His soft, plump lips.

Yeah - I hit you like what you sayin'?

His hands move gracefully across our board. My eyes skim his body, his round bum defined in his formal attire. His back faces mine, his back muscles forming when he reaches to click a button on our smart board. My insides clench.

The morning's when I wanna fück you

He clenches his hand, his veins popping out on his hand. My eyes drift to his face. His quiff blonde-brown hair, pulled back. His little stubble on his jaw, to imagine feeling his stubble on my inner thighs.

Yeah - I hit you like what you sayin'?

His carved jawline compliments his dark blue eyes. His orbs mixed brown and blue. I could drown in his sexual gaze. How can my math teacher be so sexual without even trying? I want his hands roaming my body, kissing every inch of my skin. I want him to make me scream his name as we ride off our highs. I want Mr. Grey to bend me over his knee and spank me hard. Over, and over, and over again.

I could fuck you all the time

That's my daddy. Mr. Grey.

I finish writing up my detailed memoir of Mr. Grey. I look up to see him staring at me, he quickly looks away. I giggle quietly, closing my math book. My notes on this class were bombarding my sexual thoughts. I sighed, packing up my things after the bell rang.

I dreaded Oliver Wilson High School, but it wasn't so bad with Mr. Grey. Everyone left his class, leaving me as the last person to leave. I walk down my classrooms steps, about to walk through the door. Until Grey stops me before leaving, he jumped in front of me so quick I smelled his minty breath. My eyes widened in surprise, his arms were crossed, making his veins pop out and his biceps show.

I gulp slowly, what now?

"Uh- hi?"

I nervously say, his eyes darken

"Elena, you've been sleeping in my class more often now. Is everything all right? I know you're doing fine academically, but your mental health is also concerning."

My stomach does flips. Since when did Mr. Grey care about my well being?

"Oh I'm sorry about how I sleep, I've just been getting a lack of sleep. Busy with studying for the upcoming finals next week. I'm okay though, just a bit stressed."

I reassure him, he nods in understanding.

"We'll come swing by my classroom if you ever need extra help on studying. I'm always here to help."

He smiles a polite smile. Jesus he's adorable.

"Yes of course, thank you sir."

He stiffens when I say sir. He clenches his jaw, staring at me in the eye. I grow afraid under his intense gaze, sexually turned on and kinkily ready. He moves out of the way before I rush to leave his room. I push open the school's doors, revealing a sunny day. I have math last period, since the bell rings I get to leave that sexual tensioned class in a blast.

I realize I've been holding my breath in and breathe out. I inhale the clean fresh air, relieved I left that moment with Mr. Grey.