The Golden Mafia Affair

Chapter 3:The Golden Tears

"I don't know why people are afraid of lust. Then I can imagine that they are very afraid of me, for I have a great lust for everything. A lust for life, a lust for how the summer-heated street feels beneath my feet, a lust for the touch of another's skin on my skin...a lust for everything. I even lust after cake. Yes, I am very lusty and very scary." ~ C. JoyBell C.

Chapter 3:The Golden Tears

Sexual Content ahead!

Present Time ~

A gasp escaped my parted lips as my back slammed against the door of my dorm room. My fingers fisted around his strawberry blonde hair, my legs wrapped around his well toned muscular waist. I pulled him closer rubbing myself on him, what better way was to say goodbye to my substitute teacher. I would really appreciate Mrs Long who had left on a maternity, she was my maths teacher, and now she was replaced by this middle aged substitute teacher who's head was currently buried in the hems on my neck sucking on my flesh.

A moan escaped my parted lips, half which were faked but he did not need to know that.

A groan left his lips as he rubbed his dick on my clit, I violently rubbed myself against him in need of a release.

"Stick it in me Mr Frost." I moaned out, he pulled away from sucking on my neck as he looked me in the eyes which were filled with lust and hunger to ravish me.

"yes, yes. Damn yes." He cried out in pleasure as he slid his dick inside of me, I could feel the pole like dick slamming inside of me whilst I arched my back against the door not caring if anyone can hear me, which I doubted as it was early in the morning and most students were at the assembly listening to the boring lecture of our principal.

"Is that all you got, Mr Frost. Harder." I groaned out, riding myself as he held me tightly. His slow thrust was making me frustrated.

Knock Knock

Mr Frost froze and so did I, as the vibration of the knock sent goosebumps all over my body. Even though, it excited me to get caught whilst fucking my maths teacher I however did not want the news to meet the ears of my father or even Penelope.

"Miss Williams, Are you in there?" Mr Frost eyes widened as the voice of the Principal reached our ears. He pulled out his dick from inside me, shoving it ruthlessly inside his pants. I could see the sweat leaking down his forehead as he combed his hair back with his fingers looking around, the fear in his eyes amused me. But the continuous Knock on the door made me want to roll my eyes, straightening my skirt, I pointed to the cupboard to Mr Frost who instantly made a run for it.

Turning around, I inhaled and exhaled my breathe before calmly opening the door. I froze as my eyes landed on the man I had been fantasising ever since I was sixteen and now I was twenty, his handsome ravishing look remained, as he stared at me. Beside him was the principal who held a look of sympathy, which made me narrow my eyes in confusion. Why was he here?

"Mr King. Principal O' Conner?" I questioned looking at the two men before me.

"I would like to talk to Apryl alone." A shiver went striking to my already aroused clit, rubbing my thighs together as I looked at him, my eyes once again went to Principal O'Conner who hurried away fear clearly seen in his eyes which made narrow my eyes in confusion.

"Mr King, if you do not mind me asking why are you here?" I asked, fear had now began to creak as he entered my dorm room, my eyes darted towards the cupboard where Mr Frost was hiding. At my question he turned to face me, his eyes held no emotion as he directed me to the sofa indicating me to sit down. Following his orders, I sat down opposite him eyeing his every move with confusion clearly seen in my eyes.

"I have come to collect you, it is time to return back home." I narrowed my eyes at him, Penelope had successfully been able to ship me across the city, ten hours from home to a prestige boarding school, where I did my high school, college and now university.

"It is still mid term, I can not leave." I spoke, I wondered why he had drove ten hours to come here to collect me. Did father want me back?

"Your father is dead." A laugh escaped my parted lips as the words escaped Preston's lips. Father and dead what a joke, he had guards around him twenty four hours it was almost impossible for him to be dead, he was young to have died naturally.

"If this is a joke of Penelope, I suggest you tell her that it did not work. With this said Mr King, I shall see you out my first period is about to begin and I need to leave." My mood had instantly became sour, but Mr King remained seated and it was the moment I realised he was not joking, I was actually an Orphan. I had no mother, no father. I was alone.

"How?" I questioned, my voice was now like a mere whisper. Long forgotten about the man that was hidden in my cupboard, the emotions which I had successfully hidden inside of me was now exposed to the man I was crushing for five years.

"Poisoned, We have captured the chef but she has not spoken a word yet. His burial has already been done yesterday, I had hoped to reach you before but with the heavy storm I was unable too." A silent tear rolled down my eyes as I realised I had been unable to see the face of my father even for the final time, even though, that man had acted less than a father he had provided me with everything I wanted except love. Deep down, I had always known I held love for my father no matter how much dislike I held for him.

"When do we leave?" I asked, wiping away the single tear as I stood up facing Preston.

"When ever you are ready." He answered to which I nodded my head, I watched him head out closing the door behind it was the moment Mr Frost exited the cupboard panting heavily, sweat leaking down his face he looked as if he had been suffocated.

"Leave." I spoke, he looked at me closely I could tell he wanted to tell me something but decided against it and turned around and left through the same door Preston had left a few minutes ago.

My father was dead.