Forbidden Love

Needing Him

(This chapter contains content disturbing to some readers)
Nathalie's POV
It was Monday morning, and for some reason, I got a very bad feeling about going to school, and I didn't know why. But despite that, I got into the shower anyway. As I was bathing, I thought about my man. After just imagining all of his perfection, I immediately felt better. After about 2 minutes of me just thinking about him and bathing, I decided to get out of the shower. After I got myself together, I went to put on some clothes. Something in the back of my head told me to put on something comfortable, so I decided to put on my favorite pair of high waisted, heavily ripped skinny jeans, and my Odd Future shirt. I then decided on wearing my favorite combat boots. I looked in the mirror and decided that I looked pretty good, and that Mr. F would love my outfit.
Mr. F's POV
I got in the shower this morning, and got a strange feeling about today at school. It had nothing to do with Nathalie or me, but with something else, but I couldn't put my finger on it. When I got out, I stood in the mirror and thought to myself, "Everything is too perfect today, and that worries me." The sky is too blue, my weekend was too good. As I was buckling my belt, I I got a text from Nathalie. The text read, "Hey handsome, am I the only one who feels nervous about today, or is it just me??" I responded by telling her that not to worry, and that I would always be available if she needed me for any reason. I then grabbed my things and headed to my car, still with that feeling.
When I got to school, I instantly started to walk to Mr, F's room. Once I rounded the corner to get to his room, I heard screaming. I, faster than the speed of light, ran to his room just as he was coming out of it to see what the problem was. A senior yelled over to him and beckoned him to come to the girl's bathroom. As soon as he went in, I heard him shriek. I ran over, and to my horror, a girl stood in the corner, clenching one fist, and holding a knife tightly in the other. I yelled for him to get out, and he did, but he then grabbed me by the waist and told me to hide in his room, and that he would be there in a little while, and to try not to be visible. I promptly got back in his classroom as he was slowly running behind me. Once we were entered his room and locked the door, there was an announcement letting everyone know we were going into a lockdown. We both hid in a corner behind his desk. He put his arm around me and told me," Nathalie, I just want you to know that if anything happens to one of us today, that I love you, and you are the most amazing young woman I've met in my life, and nothing in this world could change that, and if I don't come back, I want all the moments we've ever shared to be the most important, special thing you will ever remember about me." I blushed as he said this, and I leaned in to kiss him, and he kissed me back and squeezed my hand. He then ran out into the hallway for about 10 minutes, and all I heard was screaming and crying, and not much later he came back to the spot we were hiding in together to comfort me as I was crying.We waited in that same spot for at least 45 minutes before we were told by the principal and police that we could continue our normal schedules. I asked him if he had any idea what happened, and he said yeah, and that it wasn't anything serious. But next period, I found out what had happened. Apparently the girl in question was high, and she had made a hit list with people that had "wronged" her, and she had attempted to carry out a murdering spree around the school. Unfortunately, she had hurt a guy and a girl, but they fortunately were in good condition.
At lunch, instead of eating with my friends, I decided to eat with Mr. F. I walked into his room and sat in the chair facing his desk. He walked in and had his hands on the back of my chair. Instead of asking what he wanted, a leaned back in my chair and arched my back, which caused me to stick my boobs and butt out. " Nathalie, not right this second!" he groaned. I asked him if he was okay, and he assured me that he was just stressed out about earlier. I noticed a large cut on his arm. He told me it was from earlier when restraining the girl, and that it was sore. I then asked him if he wanted a massage. He agreed and I got to work. I started on his shoulders, slowly working my way down. I could hear his quiet moans of pleasure. I turned him around in his chair and stared at him in awe. To my shock, he said, " the only thing I want right now is to eat you out and slowly pleasure you with my fingers." I then sat on his desk and arched my back, and spread my thighs apart. I told him, " do whatever you want daddy" in a high pitched, kinky tone. He then rolled over to me in his chair, and stared to rub my clit through my jeans. I quietly suppressed the moans as he pleasured me. He then looked up at me with his hand on the zipper of his jeans, and I nodded yes. He unzipped them to reveal I had shaved down there (to which he replied, "I would suck you dry even if you never shaved in your whole life!") and that I was wearing a lacy black thong. I could feel his hand go down into my panties and search for it. I groaned and told him to hurry up. He then finally found it, and to my surprise, he slid his index finger in. I could feel myself get wet as he went in and out. I tried harder than hell to prevent myself from moaning loudly. He then added another finger, and it really hurt. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and told him to stop. He immediately did as I started to cry. He quickly pulled out his other finger and zipped my jeans back up. He then pulled me in and said, "honey I'm so sorry, I really shouldn't have." I then reassured him that I was okay and that I was just over sensitive.
Mr. F's POV
I really need to stop doing this to her. She's a junior in high school. I don't know what got into me. I'm giving her feelings that she's not ready for, and it's wrong. I mean, what if the principal were to walk in on us? I'd lose my job and ability to teach minors right on the spot. Sometimes I wonder if I'm treating her the right way by doing stuff like this to her. I feel like I forget that she's only 17, and that I objectify her. I don't want things to be that way. I want her to see me as her right hand man. I want her to know that I care about her, and that I'm always there for her, and that if something ever happens to her, I'll be there by her side. I want to be good to her. I want to show her that I'm not like the boys her age. I don't want her to think that I only want her for her looks and body, I want her to think that I love her because she's an amazing person. I held her in my arms and dried her tears, then grabbed her cheeks and forced her to look at me. I then told her that I was monitoring the weight room after school, and to come and stay until it closes so we could go to my place after, and she agreed.
Nathalie's POV
I went to the weight room wearing tight black spandex shorts and a tie-dye low cut shirt. I only wore this to get his attention, which was kinda dumb considering the amount of other people around. Once I finished putting my hair up, I immediately noticed him giving me that look. The one that makes you want to strip in front of everyone and walk up to him and ride him hard. To start off my routine, I got on one of the bikes. The song "Only" by Nicki Minaj came on on my phone. I turned it up fairly high because it was one of my favorite songs ever. As the the song got to Drake's verse, I was imagining he and I, as opposed to Nicki and Drake. I felt my mind wander off into a place I didn't expect it to. I started to picture him and I banging each other in the back of some luxury car, then I imagined his head between my legs, eating me out like an all you can eat buffet. I finally snapped out of it when some freshman asked me if I was going to finish soon, and I immediately got up to lift weights. I took out my earbuds and put away my phone, and while lifting weights, listened to the music being played in the office. As soon as I went to get a barbell to practice lifting, the song Anaconda came on, which was highly unusual because my school was saturated with censorship, and music like that being played out loud was forbidden. I started to lift, and I noticed him looking at me. I saw a smirk appear on my face when I bent over, because you could see my tits and my butt (and the outline of my thong and bra). He told me to "keep up the good work". I quickly began to notice every guy in the room watching me. One really hot, good-looking senior walked up to me and asked me to be his girlfriend, and I declined because I was dating Mr. F. Surprisingly, he was okay with it and told me to keep up the good work. I looked up at the clock, and noticed it was time to put everything away. After everything was put away, everyone left. Then he turned to me and said that he needed to get something in his classroom, and that he needed me to go with him. When I got to the classroom, I immediately took my shirt and spandex off to let dry, because they were drenched in sweat. I lay on a row of desks half nude. I watched as he turned around and realized that I was like this. He looked at me in awe as I got up and leaned back on his desk. I begged him to screw me. I begged him to finger me hard. I even begged him to mount me on his desk, and he told me to wait until we got home.
As we drove to his house, I felt my core throbbing and my nipples hardening. I could even feel my heart rate go up. I needed him. I needed my needs satisfied. I needed to moan his name as he thrusted into me. I needed him to give me so much head that there wouldn't be any of my juices left in my pussy. I needed him to make me cum really hard so all this frustration could be released. I wanted him to fuck me so hard I can't go to school tomorrow. I needed him to fuck me good. I remember him teaching us about physical addiction, where one would need a drug to keep going. That's how I have felt this past year. I've just relied on his compliments, teasing, and sex to make me feel normal. He has me hooked to him, emotionally and physically. His voice, his smile, the way he walks, his humor, his throbbing dick, I wanted it all at this moment. I needed him to dominate me, and make me work for what I want. I needed him.
He didn't wait to go to hi bedroom. I lay on top of his counter top, and he started off by rubbing, squeezing, and licking my tits and nipples. I let out small moans of pleasure. After he had finished their, he picked me up and put me on the couch. He walked out of his room for a second and came back with a condom. He put it on as I spread my legs wide enough to see my opening. I also begged him to pleasure me in other places. He agreed and walked over to me, and without any warning, he thrusted into me. He started to go in and out and make out with me. He said things like "I love you" and "I've been waiting so long to do this" as he did so. Halfway through, I asked him to get two of his ties. One to gag me, and the other to tie my hands with. As he pulled out, he made sure to pump in and out of me one last time before getting his ties. While he was gone, I quickly got on the floor, sticking my big ass in the air, with my hands behind my back. He came back and gagged me and tied my hands behind his back. He then thrusted into my ass. He went faster and harder this time so I could cum faster. I started to feel my back arch, and my breathing slow. My eyes rolled back into my head, and that's when I knew, he fucked me hard and good. I then fell on the floor and started to moan. I told him to pick me up and take me to the bathroom. I was so sweaty. Sweat was dripping off my boobs all the way to my feet. I thanked him as we got into the shower together. I kissed him as he washed me off with the scented body wash he bought specifically for me. I felt him rub my nipples one last time. He told me he loved me and that I was his girl. He told me that one day, he will propose to me, and we will get married. He said we would move to a new town to get away from everyone we knew. He said we would both find new jobs. He even suggested that we may start a family. When we got out of the shower, I dried him off and told him I loved him. I told him that despite our age gap, I always felt that he understood me, and that I would love him till the day I died. He was mine, and I was proud. I made a forbidden love work, and so did he.