Fortuna Academy

Something new in him

I woke up groggy. Still smelling the wonderful scent of lavender around me and feeling the hot water surrounding me. 

But, I could feel a very familiar set of hands around my waist. I look up to see a sleeping Mr.Beckett. He fell asleep.... He has never ever been vulnerable around me like this before. I try to wiggle my way out of his arms, only to be stopped by his tight grip on me. 

Of course.. 

As I sat there on his lap, I took the time to take in his features that I had never noticed before. He had a short stubble growing in on his chin. It made his jawline much less prominent and made him look less intimidating. He had some small smile lines, just next to his eye. I never noticed with all the smirking he does. Seeing him like this...all vulnerable, made him seem more human. Almost made me forget that he did all those horrible things to me. 

Almost..

I tried to get out of his grip again when he shifted around and tightened his grip around me and buried his face into my chest gently. 

"Please don't leave me.." He said so sweetly, so desperately. He looked like an infant. How could this awful man be acting this way in this sleep. Mr.Beckett...a ruthless man, disgusting, abusive. Clinging to the young woman he captured for comfort.  How dare he be so two faced. 

I lifted his face off of me and tried to shake him awake. "Hello? Um..sir, please get off of my chest." 

"This body is mine. This chest is mine. This beautiful specimen right here is mine. Understand?" He says in a groggy tone, gripping my ass. I roll my eyes and sigh. 

"I said do you understand?" He says in his growly tone, and spanks me. "Y-yes!" I shout, in pain. 

"Good." Mr.Beckett says as he snuggles into my chest. How does he do this..? How does he act so two faced? It's like there are two different people here and it is confusing as hell. How am I supposed to handle when he acts like this? 

After a little bit, he moves me off of his lap and gets out of the pool. "Don''t stay in here for too long. Your skin will not be happy if you stay in the water too long." He says as he dries his hair off. "Yes, Mr. Beckett" I say, not wanting to provoke him. 

"I know you're only trying to be respectful, my princess. But, why don't you call me something a bit less formal." He caresses my cheek, gently. 

"L-like what..?" 

"How about...Jack? That is my name after all"

That really took me by surprised. Why would I call him by his first name? "Uh...I'm not very comfortable with calling you by your first name..." I murmured. 

"Well, how about you just drop the 'Mr.', just call me Beckett." He purred into my ear, making my hair stand up on its end. He gently kisses my cheek..down to my jawline, and then to my lips. His lips were so soft. I had almost gotten used to the feeling of them on my own. And on other parts of me...

I kissed back. I continue to submit to this crazy man. What is wrong with me? 

Beckett pulled away and smirks at me. "Princess, like I said don't stay in the  jacuzzi too long.."  I nod and he kiss my forehead gently.

 I hate myself. I am falling for this crazy man. I am finding myself sympathizing and caring for him. Like when he forces me to cuddles after we have a session. I look into his tired eyes and I only see sadness and hurt behind them. I want to comfort him and make him feel less hurt. 

There must be something wrong with me. 

~Time skip to the evening~ 

I looked through the fridge to see what to make that crazy guy for dinner. I look through decide on making some pasta. Thank goodness for the magic fridge and pantry that restocks itself. And it seems like Beckett likes pasta. 

I get to cooking and I hear the kitchen door open. "Oh, you're cooking already? Did I miss my princess's singing?" Beckett pouts as he wraps his arms around my waist. He nuzzles his face into my neck, his stubble tickling me ever so slightly. 

I giggle softly and try to push him off. "I'm trying to cook, sir." 

He holds me tightly and snuggles into me. "No~ This is my princess and I like holding her. Plus this apron on you is so hot..." Beckett praised as pulled on the ribbon tied around my waist. "Makes you look like my cute little house wife.." 

"House wife? I'm nothing like that." I blush as I try to swap his hands away. 

"You clean for me...cook for me..service me.." He says as he kisses my neck. "You're my house wife.." Beckett clicks the stove off and picks me up and places me on the counter, standing between my legs. 

"Right now..?" I stutter, while he kisses me deeply. 

"Mhm.." He murmurs as our lips move together. 

Beckett gently rubs my thighs as he pushes himself between them. I could feel my panties getting wetter as he pushes closer into me. I respond to his touch so easily.. 

I could feel his bulge growing larger as we grinded. I could tell how impatient he was getting as we kissed. As he growled in my ear, my insides began to become more and more warm. Begging for his touch. I had become so enraptured by this man. Beckett slips his hand into my panties and begins gently rubbing my at my sensitive places. It appears my body is becoming more and more insatiable with every vile act I perform. My hormones hungry for more of his warm touch. 

It was no longer like a hot branding iron, but the warm touch of a hungry, salacious man. 

Right then and there he took me... ripped my panties in half with his bare hands and slammed his thick, hot rod into me. I moaned out from the pleasure. I no longer felt ashamed... 

What is wrong with me...

Time skip

After our heated session, Beckett picks me and takes me back our red room. My exhausted body felt limp in his arms as I clung to him. He set me down in the bed and kissed my forehead lovingly. 

"You did such a good job, my princess. I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." Beckett said as he caressed my hair. " All I want is for you to enjoy yourself" 

There he goes again, showing off this caring side I had no idea he had. It's like he's a different person. But at that point, I was too exhausted to ask why he keeps changing his attitude.