David’s POV.
Of course, the message Vera sent increased my anger. Shit, she’s still pulling at my strings of control.
I’m just right about to snap. And yes, I snapped. I turned to Charlie who was following me rattling off the usual from his iPad without a single care in the world and hollered.
“Don’t, Charlie! I need space. Just…fuck off and give me a goddamn space!”
The boy’s face tinged with fear at my outburst. I almost apologized
but I want to get off on the idea that my outrage really got at someone.
No…Charlie isn’t the goddamn person that’s supposed to be on the receiving end of this.
It’s that stupid ass boy…that’s trying to get my priceless daughter to be his girlfriend.
All hell will let loose if I get to her school.
I’m going to take down any fucking Male I see around her. Dang it! Vera… oh that girl is a devil and she’s lolling me in her web.
Maybe she’s not but somehow…somewhere along the line, I found myself trapped. Inescapable.
My feet clomp on the tiled floor as I head over to the elevator after Charlie apologized and runs as his feet can carry him.
I punch numbers into the pad and the elevator starts moving.
I get my phone and punch Andrei’s number into my cell. Andrei picks on the first ring and I boom out.
“Where are you?”
“Boss. I’m guarding Vera in school.” He tells me.
I nod even though he can’t
see.
“Any problem, boss? Do you think there’s a threat lurking around?” Andrei asks, his voice chiseled with concern.
Yes, I grunt inwardly. That Dame high school boy wooing Vera is the damn threat to my peace…to my desire…to my feelings.
A huge threat, I bite out lowly so Andrei wouldn’t hear.
“Not at all.”
At that, I end the call and stumble away when the elevator arrives on the down floor.
I adjust my brown tweed Jacket while walking outside to the garage.
Just one glimpse at me and my driver comes running over.
“To Vera’s school.” I gnarl and he steps on the gas and wheel away from the company.
All the while my phone’s
ringing with Mr. Edward’s name flashing on the screen, I don’t even pick it up.
I’m mostly concerned with getting to Vera and getting that fucked up guy trying to influence her.
Expertly, my driver maneuvers various cars. He makes mid-stop when the traffic signs changes but continues afterward.
Impatience swirls through me, I urge him to keep going until finally we arrive at the school.
I alight from the car, adjusting my suit.
“Boss?” Andrei’s
surprised voice slams into me. He crossed the distance between us and gets to me. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here. Anything gone wrong?”
I cut my eyes to him and then back at the giant building with something similar
to a dome on top of it and then I sigh.
“No Andrei. All is cool.” I quirk my brows and add. “I came to visit my daughter.”
Andrei knows the smile I whispered is fake. I see his eyes taking on a dark gleam as his mind processes the reason I’m here.
“Be right back,” I tell him and saunter away, my steps regal. I ooze authority and power without even trying.
When I get inside the school’s hallway, confused at best about where to find Vera…someone yelps behind me and I turn to find Vera’s friend Sage.
She’s holding hands with a girl but when she sees me, she disengages their joined hands and walks over to me, a sly grin tugging at her lips.
“Wow, Mr. Truman. I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”
I give her a response with a shake of my brow. “Have you seen, Vera?”
She bristles and looks back and forth.
“The last place I saw her was in the locker room.” She intones.
“And how do I get there, if you don’t mind?” I ask, my inflection polite at best.
Rightly so, Sage gives me the direction and I thank her. She has cut the stress of searching for Vera for me, thankfully.
I watch as Sage walks away with the blonde girl, holding hands and laughing at whatever gets them.
Once they’re out of sight, I veer on my heels and start matching
to the direction she’s given me.
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***Vera***
“It’s making my nipples warm…don’t stop..” I spill out with closed eyes, my fingers combing through Mr. Blacksmith’s hair.
Hell, he feasts back and forth on my nipples. Just like he said he felt the urge to suck on them…to drink on them and make himself cum, he does it.
The last ten minutes
has been filled with slurping and gurgling sounds. It gets me wet…making my clit stand erect between my panties.
The worse though, is that Mr. Blacksmith’s careful enough not to touch my cleft. He wants me to beg for his touch, I know that.
But screw him, I won’t
beg for it. I’d rather have Harry finish up what he started last night at the pool party than beg Mr. Blacksmith to touch me there or lick the waters he created.
“I know right?” His lust-rough voice finds its way into my ears when he says that.
“Just don’t stop. Keep doing it. Suck me clean.” I mutter and lightly push him back on my peak nipples.
He grunts, getting off on the idea that he’s making me lose my mind. He might…but it’s not even thoughts about him that circle my mind.
I swish his face over my globes, my bud fits gloriously into his small lips. He pulls back with my right nipple in his mouth, stretching it…making me high on hormones.
And then he comes back down again, gurgling and nipping with his lips and teeth.
I pull my left boob from him and make him channel his focus on my right one.
The water still clinging to my hair, falls in tiny chips against his face. When he looks up at me, I almost thought he’s crying but I know better than to think that.
“You won’t plead I touch you…here?” He breaks away and asks, lightly teasing me
by running his fingers over my cleft.
“Fuck that…you know I don’t
beg shit,” I whisper onto his face.
A devilish smirk clouds his face before he looks at my puckered lips.
“Such a stubborn little
thing, you’re Vera.” He croons, his fingers lightly playing over my vulva. I literally squirm under his touch.
With a strange urgency, Mr. Blacksmith opens his zipper and cups out his pencil dick.
He looks to meet my gaze, and once our eyes lock…he bites his lips and starts jacking off.
With two tugs on his shaft, he hunkers low and takes my nipple again. This time, he alternates between the right and left and center.
Oh, boy…. he wasn’t
kidding when he stated he’ll suck me until he gets off. And I whimper at every lash of his tongue on me.
To my surprise, the door to the locker room falls open with a loud bang.
We both startle and hurry to cover our bodies.
In Dame high school, student and teacher relationship is forbidden, and seeing us here means either one of us will pay for this act.
I wonder who got in on us. Instantly, I look up after tucking my breasts into my sports bra and my eyes go saucer-wide at the brooding man standing before us.
“Shit!” Mr. Blacksmith
cusses. He knows this is big trouble.
David…he…oh, hell. He looks like Satan himself as his eyes darken at us.
While Mr. Blacksmith’s
still trying to buckle himself up and apologize, David voices out.
“So you’re the one?” He steps closer, anger emanating from him. “How the fucking long has this been
going on? Answer me!!”
I’m royally screwed, David’s
caught me.