Yes, sir

CHAPTER 9

A/N: DOUBLE UPDATE. 

The POVs won't change as much since I think it creates a little confusion, of course there will sometimes be the different POVs but it will mostly be Elias and Clare's POVs. The story is gonna be a hell of a rollercoaster and IT IS FINALLY STARTING OMFG finally. 

This chapter contains S.M.U.T.

You can skip it, or you can read it. Either way I hope you like the chapter  :) I'll put a little '*' before the smut scene starts. 

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Clare's POV

"What?" I yelled. He was such a fucking prick.

"Stop yelling, I'm sorry! It was just a question." He had taken me back to his classroom, saying he wanted to talk to me about yesterday. I didn't want to say a word to him but I did. I took the excuse of giving him his shirt back, just so we could talk. I felt dragged towards him despite his disgusting words from before.

He swiftly walked to close the door before coming back to me. I was standing in front of the white board and he sat on the table in front of me.

"How can you even ask or assume that?" I felt hurt that he thought I was going to tell about him. I was an asshole but not as much of a dick as he is.

"I said I'm sorry! I thought, you know, many girls would do that." He shrugged.

What? "What do you mean? You did that before?" My life is complete bullshit.

"No! No. Of course not." He sighed.

I was done, he didn't care about me the way I did. I had nothing to do here. I leaped towards the door but he held my wrist. I spun around and was about to slap him in his damn fucking face but he caught my other wrist.

"Leave me alone, you perv!" I screamed as I tried to wriggle out of his tight grasp.

"You weren't calling me that yesterday." He spoke.

"You weren't a proven asshole, yesterday." Fuck him. "Let go of me or I'll scream." I seethed.

He stood up from where he was, my wrists still punctured by his big hands. He spun us around, making my butt collide with his white desk.

"Why am I an asshole?" He asked, weirdly concerned.

"Seriously? You used me for your... anger management or whatever. I just wanted to give you your shirt back and even fucking thank you but you're such a dick and by that I mean that you are a colossal prick, I hate you so much but fuck you're so hot an-" I was word-vomiting but he cut me off by pressing his lips against mine. Even though I was taken aback, I couldn't stop. Every fibre of my body was melting for him.

I knew I had to push him away and really slap the living crap out of him but he overpowered me when he was all Daddy. He swiped his tongue on my bottom lip and my eyes fluttered closed. Every normal person would stop him, but I was known for being more immoral and stupid than normal people.

"Don't ever say fucked up shit like that." He whispered to my ear, his hands releasing mine. "I enjoyed yesterday. But I'm not good for you and your...needs." His hot breath fanned my face.

I didn't waste anytime before dropping to my knees, I hoped his words weren't founded, because if they were, he'd send me crawling back out. I just want to 'do' him. I fumbled with his belt and I felt him tense.

"What are you doing?" He gasped. *

I didn't know whether to bluntly say the truth, but my cheeks were heating up and if I wasn't as tanned, I'd blush like crazy. "Shut up.' I went with that and showed more confidence than I actually had. I only saw blowjobs in porn movies.

I slid his pants down his legs. I palmed his crotch through his boxers and he sucked in a sharp breath.

"This could be a be a bad idea." He said but i could see the lust in his eyes.

"Shut up." I ordered again. I quickly tugged his boxers down his legs and his dick sprang free... Big would be a euphemism to describe his shaft.

I took a moment to realise where we were at. I went from hating him, to word-vomiting his fucked up behaviour, to sucking his dick. All in less than an hour. Well, fuck.

His hand snaked through my hair as he tugged at it lightly. I took his 'parts' in my hand and began pumping it lightly. He started moaning and I felt all my senses alive, a rush of adrenaline washed over my body.

"You can do this. Think of what you saw in the movies." I thought to myself. There goes nothing.

I ran my tongue from the base of his cock to the tip before pressing a light kiss on it. His grip on my hair tightened and I felt my insides tingle with excitement.

I took his whole thing in my mouth. I tried adapting to his size but he had already started bobbing my head into him. I started to take in as much oxygen as I could while my hands clung onto his thighs. My nails dug into his skin as he thrusted himself in my mouth and I was pretty grateful that he took over since it was actually tiring to stay on my knees and focus on my breathing at the same time.

"Come on, darling, I know you can take more." He breathed between his clenched teeth.

I closed my eyes as he pushed himself further in my throat, hitting the back of it. I gagged but stayed still even though my eyes started watering.

The bell rang. I froze. He cussed and moaned at the same time, I could swear I was soaking wet just from hearing and feeling him but my heart was beating fast. I silently prayed that it was over even though I enjoyed seeing him like this, I didn't want people to watch this...

"Fuck!" He cursed one last time before he came in my mouth. He moved himself out of my mouth. He helped me get up before zipping his pants as fast as he could, leaving me pending with a mouth full of semen. Just as he finished dressing up the door opened and I didn't have the choice than to swallow.

He smirked at me, "Don't worry, I can drop you home, you can tell your parents that there's no problem about it." What? "I'll see you later, Clare?" He asked, so I just went with it.

"Yes, sir."