“Fu*king hell!” Aaliyah groaned, stretching her limbs.
Turning her body to the side, Aaliyah squinted her brows before her eyes shot wide open.
Wait. Why do her legs feel like there was nothing on them? She lifted the blanket gently, gasping when she found herself in a t-shirt.
“What the hell?” Aaliyah thought, her body feeling like it got run over by a truck.
If things went wrong, Ashton had promised to bring her to his base. What happened to that?
Observing the furniture and curtains for a while, Aaliyah knew it was Mr. Volkov’s house. She had observed these things when she came here with him to get the wounds treated, but the question was, how the hell did she end up here? The memory of last night was a mess, and this piercing headache wasn’t helping.
Waking up in someone else’s bed was the last thing on Aaliyah’s mind when she went out to party with her friends.
“I see you are awake,” Mr. Volkov’s voice came from the corner of her room, and she nearly jumped in shock, not expecting him to be there in the same room.
“What time is it?” She tried to play it off cool, and he smirked.
“Is that really what you want to know? It’s one in the morning,” He observed her closely, and Aaliyah felt guilty for keeping him awake while she was sleeping without a care.
“I am sorry for tonight. I don’t know how I ended here and what I did, but whatever I did, I am really -”
“Oh, you don’t have to worry about it, little Aaliyah. I have everything recorded,” Volkov walked towards her in long strides, his smirk promising Aaliyah nothing good.
“Wh-what do you mean?” Aaliyah stuttered, unsure.
If she thought she could play it cool and get away with this first-hand embarrassment, then Aaliyah was wrong. How could she expect Volkov to leave any chance of embarrassing her?
Honestly, it would’ve been better if he had told her she acted childish or worse, like an allurer, and she would’ve believed him. Why did he have to record everything?
Playing the call that got automatically recorded, Volkov sat beside her, enjoying the change in her expression as she looked at the phone as if it was some kind of possessed thing, the expression of disbelief written all over her face.
“Maybe, something I know can help. Something that starts with your lips, and we can decide the end. I want to feel your lips wrapped around my n*pples and your fingers rubbing my -” Aaliyah covered her face in pure embarrassment when she heard her words.
There is no way she said those words. Even her voice sounds foreign to her. She must’ve been possessed by some witch. That’s the only explanation. Aaliyah nodded at herself.
“I have a video too,” Volkov spoke as if understanding her trail of thoughts, and she bit her lips.
How is she supposed to face him after this? It was still a whole year that she needed to spend with him.
It wasn’t wrong to have such fantasies over a man as hot as him. Besides, she is a teenager. All girls in her class feel that way. He should excuse her considering that, right? Aaliyah groaned at her own useless ways to get out of the situation.
“So? Shall we try the remedy that starts with my lips?” Volkov’s words brought her out of her wonderland, his piercing, observing gaze shocking her.
“Stop teasing me, Mr. Volkov,” Aaliyah sighed, pulling the t-shirt down to hide her thighs, and in a split second, Volkov caged her between his arms, making her lean backward.
“And what if I am not joking, Aaliyah?” He leaned forward, his nose rubbing against her neck, sending butterflies in her stomach.
“Mr. Volkov,” Her heart skipped a beat when he licked the soft spot ever so gently.
He placed his hand on her small waist before traveling it down and squeezing her butt, earning a soft gasp from her.
Was she still intoxicated?
“Aaliyah, you have no idea what kind of tease you are. All night you kept me on edge, igniting the urges I have never felt before for any woman. Who is supposed to take responsibility for them? Huh?” Volkov sucked her neck gently, and she involuntarily closed her eyes, making the same mistake of pushing herself against him, and Volkov growled before pinning her on the bed as she moaned softly.
“Don’t start a fire that you can’t put out, little Aaliyah,” Volkov looked at her dangerously, and Aaliyah looked at him wide-eyed.
“Mr. Volkov,” She started again, her breathing ragged as her heart felt like it would jump out of her mouth.
“Don’t say anything,” His voice was getting huskier.
“Ouch,” Aaliyah hissed when his teeth grazed her neck, sucking the spot softly.
One of his hands grabbed hers and locked them above her head while the other one slid under her neck, pulling her closer.
“This is my mark on you, Aaliyah. From today onwards, you belong to me. You ignited a fire in me that no woman ever could and there is no going back now,” Volkov pulled back, sliding his hand downwards on her body gently, a shiver running down her spine at his words.
“B-but this isn’t right,” Aaliyah finally found her voice when Volkov stood away from her, and he scoffed before leaning and grabbing her chin, forcing her to look at him.
“And what makes you think I care about that, Aaliyah? I am a dangerous man, and you have successfully caught my gaze. You should’ve thought about it before messing with me,” he spoke before smirking.
“Sit here and think about all the things that happened between us last night. The way you did unmentionable things and almost made me f*ck you hard and raw on the hill, in the car, and on this bed. You have no idea what kind of patience it has taken me all night to protect you from my demons,” Volkov bent and cupped her neck, making her gasp at the sensations she felt between her legs.
“I- I don’t know what you are talking about,” Aaliyah looked away, but she couldn’t deny how her body was reacting to everything he was doing. It was as if her body has gotten familiar to him, and the thought alone piqued her curiosity.
“Oh, you will find out soon, sweetheart.” Volkov slid his hand under her top, making it rise to her abdomen, and Aaliyah gasped as the cold air hit her legs.
“F*cking wet, aren’t you?” Volkov smirked as he rubbed the linen of her cotton panties above her abdomen, making her bit her lips as her p*ssy throbbed with anticipation, making her try her best to keep her moan inside.
However, as his assault started, it ended soon before Volkov left the room soon, and Aaliyah sat on the bed, sorting her emotions.
What the hell just happened? Is she still dreaming? Slipping her hand under her underwear, Aaliyah touched her damp p*ssy, cursing out aloud when she found out how wet his simple words and touch made her.
If this would’ve been any other man or boy, there was no way she had let him touch her, but for some reason, she felt weak under his touch. Her body was reacting to him in ways she has never even imagined.
In morning~~~~
“Aaliyah? What are you doing here so early?” Samantha asked as soon as she spotted her at the dining table, looking between Aaliyah and Mr. Volkov.
“She came here for the morning session,” Volkov covered the situation smoothly with a smirk, and Aaliyah sighed in relief.
“How are your sessions coming along, Aaliyah?” Samantha asked meaningfully, and remembering what happened last night, Aaliyah’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, making Volov smirk inside his head.
“Stop teasing her and get out of the house. I already gave you the Cornville mansion. Stop coming over like you are my wife,” Volkov said to Samantha casually, but he didn’t realize what kind of effect his words had on Aaliyah.
“Stop brewing nonsense. You are like a brother to me,” Samantha gagged, knowing all too well that his carefree words must’ve affected Aaliyah.
Aaliyah, who had felt a pang in her heart as soon as Volkov had mentioned wife, hated how relaxed she felt after hearing this.
What was wrong with her? Mr. Volkov didn’t belong to her. He was her teacher! They are supposed to be in a professional relationship, not in a relationship where they share the same bed.
Why the heck is she getting so possessive of him? Just because of what happened last night?
“Thank you for the breakfast. I am done,” Aaliyah took her plate, wanting to leave, and was about to stand when Volkov placed his hand on her thighs.
“You only ate one sandwich. Aren’t these up to your taste?” He massaged her thighs with his thumb, and heat rose to her cheeks as she started feeling that funny feeling in her abdomen again.
“I… I, they are good. I just don’t feel hungry,” Aaliyah stuttered, and Samantha gazed between the duo, feeling something was different today.
“Let’s get started with your session then,” Volkov stood with her plate, and Aaliyah swooned at his back as he looked like the perfect boyfriend material.
“He is drool-worthy, no?” Samantha cooed in her ears, and Aaliyah, who was caught staring at him, jumped in her seat before quickly looking away.
“It’s okay to feel like that, babe. He is indeed good-looking. If he wasn’t my friend who was like a brother to me, and my teacher instead, who cared so much for me, I would’ve totally banged that booty,” Samantha said, and Aaliyah choked on her milk, her face red from the coughing.
“What are you telling her to make her so awkward?” Volkov walked to Aaliyah, gently patting her back, and Aaliyah involuntarily grabbed his elbow for support, making it look like they were hugging, and Samantha leaned back in her chair, observing them closely.
Something was definitely going on here. Though they might not show or realize it, something has definitely changed in how they look at each other.
Samantha nodded at herself before eating her sandwich.