David’s POV.
Before I entered this locker room, I heard sultry moans and popping sounds like something was being licked.
I tensed, praying it was not my girl. With that tensed nerves, I bang the door open and my eyes get overloaded with a scene that’ll haunt me for however long.
My Vera is getting sucked by some lean man in the locker room.
Fuck! She was impatiently
moaning, begging for him to suck her.
You know what increased
my anger? It was when my eyes landed
on his dick. Jeez, he fucking wanted to do what? Sink that tiny Johnson into a cunt I’m preserving for myself?
I narrow my eyes into slits as red clouds over my vision.
With menace, I stride deeper into the fucked up locker room, watching Kid pant as she gazes at me.
She’s swallowing, lost for words on what to say. Oh, hell, I want to rush over to her space, smash her against the wall and
kiss away all the kisses that fucking man gave her.
My eyes quickly land on her boobs and I see that honey-suckle nipple I’ve been craving for over months now poking mightily against her sports bra.
She stares down and notices what I saw and ashamedly covers the wet thing with her arm.
Then my fucking eyes retrace back to the asshole deriving pleasure from trying to confuse Vera to accept him as her boyfriend.
There’s no doubt it’s this fucked up asshole jittering with fear as he looks at me.
I walk closer, my feet gently slapping against the dark tiles of this cold room. It’s cold though but all I feel is hot.
“So it’s you?” I ask, almost snarling like a beast. Vera looks confused as the words trail out of my lips.
God help me, but this dude won’t continue
teaching in this school. I can’t
allow it, or else he’ll damage my Kid, and who knows what else he’s
capable of?
“How the fucking long has this been going on? Answer me!!”
They both shiver at the loud sound of my voice. Before long, I hurry over swiftly and flush the man against
the wall, punching him right on that lips he sucked on my Vera’s titties
with.
I hammer against this angled jaw and he cusses.
“Let him go, dad!” Vera screams behind me but I don’t give in to her orders.
Fuck, I can’t let her get to me now. This shit has to be dealt with by me.
I’m still tackling the mess of a man over the wall as Vera pushes to my side and tries to pry my hands away from him.
I don’t relent. In fact, it makes me push him further into the wall and he grunts.
“Mr. Truman…please…” He grunts, his breath a stuttering mess as I chokehold him over his neck.
“How dare you soil my daughter? Huh…?” I growl out, anger whirling all through my body.
“I’m not your daughter, okay!” Vera roars.
Shit…. shit! That riles me up the more and I give her a dead look.
“Don’t give me that look and fucking let him go. Now, Dad!” The authority in her voice is one I’ve never noticed before.
And that dark gleam in her eyes knowing I called her “daughter” makes me confused.
How can she say she isn’t
my daughter?
“Vera! Get away from here.” I bark at her but she refuses to comply.
“I won’t!” She squares her shoulders and pulls up her chin. Damn, where’s that defiance coming from?
“I’m old enough to do whatever I want!” She yells at me.
“Old enough? Huh!” I don’t
want to prolong our shit here.
With fiery eyes and mighty strength, I wrench the man off the wall and out of the locker room, straight to the principal’s office.
My teeth grit when I hear Vera’s footsteps behind me.
“Don’t do this!” She yells, lowly.
The man is practically
well covered except for his belt dangling around and his shirt that slipped out of the hem of his pants.
“Mr. Truman, please don’t
do this. I promise to stay away from her. I won’t ever touch Vera in my life again.”
Oh, now he’s pleading because he knows the grievous offence he’s
committed. I won’t let this slide. I’m going to use him and teach any other fucking body in this school a lesson.
I literally thought the person behind Vera’s tantrum
of wanting to have a boyfriend
was a student but no….
It’s a fucking ass teacher. The knowledge of it spurs me to move.
“Don’t dare come any closer!” I turn and bark at Vera and she stops. She gives me a long, stern look as I tug the teacher into the principal’s office.
“Wow. Mr. Truman!” The principal calls out, surprise hovering over her features the instant she sees me.
But then, a trench forms between her brows the very instant she sees me pulling one of her teachers.
“Mr. Blacksmith?” She hoots, shuffling her gaze between me and then Mr. Blacksmith.
My breath is harsh as I speak. “I want him fired on sexual assault.”
“Oh, fuck!” He cusses, shoving his hand through his hair.
“Sexual assault?” She asks no one in particular. Narrowing her grey eyes, she turns to Mr. Blacksmith and throws her question. “What have you done, Mr. Blacksmith?”
The man starts turning a shade of red. He knows he messed up and this will cost him his job. Good for him. Next time he should think with his brain and not his dick before he acts.
“Speak!” The principal
hollers.
“It was Vera. She seduced me.” He speaks. His words have me boiling.
The principal’s eyes go wide.
“Vera seduced you? How? And you fell for her despite knowing the rules of this great high school?” Her voice this time has an undercurrent of anger.
“I couldn’t bring myself
to resist…” He pauses, sighing and letting out dozens of curses.
“Oh, Mr. Blacksmith’s. I’m disappointed you of all people went against the school rules.” She yells, eyes turning to me she apologizes. “I’m deeply sorry Mr. Truman. I assure you this will not repeat itself. Dame high school prides itself
as one of the best and because of that, the right course of action will be taken immediately.”
She assures me and I manage a nod. I’m not wholly satisfied because the dude knows how Vera tastes while I don’t.
“Please, I’d love you to take the right steps and ensure this doesn’t repeat itself or I’ll sue the school myself.” I boom, adjusting my tweed Jacket.
“It’ll not repeat itself, Mr. Truman.”
After that, I turn and walk away. However, I hear the principal’s voice rattle off.
“You’re fired, Mr. Blacksmith!”
Out in the hallway, I look around for Vera to tackle her own shit myself and as I pass by, I see her pacing back and forth in a classroom or…the detention room, I think.
Her jet-black hair looks tangled and drenched. She’s frightened and…angry, I notice as I push the door open.
Her hazel eyes burrow into mine and she growls.
“You, David, don’t have any right to do that.”
I hurtle into room, I step into her space so fast she didn’t see that coming and quickly gushes a startled breath at my domineering
presence.
“I have every right to do that.” I drawl watching her but all the while my cock comes alive. Hard. Stiff. As I’m this close to her, smelling her scent, exchanging breaths with her.