*Comes out your closet*
Hey cuties thanks for the reads😘This story so far may seem like Bethlyn and Mrs.Styles relationship is moving so fast but very slow as well. Ill improve on that.
*Goes back in your closet*
Bethlyn's POV
I was hooked up to his bed frame naked.
Although this has been my dream forever, It's something when you're living it
I opened my eyes which were covered. The cloth smelled like Mr.Styles most definitely.
I should call him daddy like he said...
"Call me daddy" his raspy voice plays in my head.
The sound of the door opening again makes me sit up straight.
"This is so wrong" I stated.
"Babygirl, Daddy didn't ask for your opinion" he replied setting down a glass-like cup on a surface.
"Your not my daddy, my *daddy* is at home maybe worrying about me" I regretted every word I said when I felt a large hand around my neck, ready to suffocate me.
"Your being so bad baby..." he whispered in my ear.
I struggled to breathe through my throat making me open my mouth slightly.
I feel Mr.Styles lips press against mines angrily as he spreads my legs.
"Beautiful..." he pulled away soon I started feeling hungry for more. I assumed he was staring at my...my private part.
Never been touched or seen by any boy.
But it felt as if it did before. As if it..wanted to be....
He pulled down the clothe from my eyes to my throat.
"Don't be too loud darling.." I stared as he made forward with his actions.
The pleasure is ....is real.
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"Wake up Beth, find your clothes" Mr.Styles shook me already in his blue striped suit and hair nicely groomed with the help of gel.
"What time is it" I groaned sitting up. He backed up staring down at me sternly.
"8:30, get dressed" he turns around walking out the room.
"i cant wear the same clothes I had from yesterday and besides my socks are dirty" i stepped out his bed noticing I was bare as a Koala.
"There all washed" he zoomed back bringing folded fluffed clothes. He raised the clothes from me to grab to stare me up and down.
"This will take a minute.." He licked his lips pushing me on the bed.
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Broken Cravings (REVISING AND REWRITING)
Novela JuvenilIn this story, a 15-year-old girl grows feelings for her 34-year-old teacher, but little does she know the man has dark secrets. Can her angelic, innocent aura fight off his demonic ways before she changes for the worse? ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
