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“You took your time.” Brendon muttered, leaning against his car in the parking lot. It was a million times nicer than my used car, which I’d gotten a good deal on… though sometimes it decided not to start- although it was a very recent problem; I just hadn’t taken it to the shop yet.

“I was busy.” I replied, not looking directly at him. “I had a lot of papers to grade. Don’t tell me you actually showed up on time for once?”

“I couldn’t have you waiting out in the parking lot.” Brendon replied, stepping closer. I stopped breathing for a moment, as I nervously wondered if anyone was lingering at the school. I didn’t want to be seen with Brendon- at all. “Now get in the car.” His sudden change in tone startled me and I found myself quickly rushing to the passenger’s side of the car. I got in without a single question leaving my lips, and as I buckled my seat belt Brendon got in beside me, starting the car.

He sped. Of course he did. I just didn’t want to get pulled over, in this car with a student. His hand had fallen to my bare thigh as soon as we left the school grounds. I had no room to move away, and I didn’t want to say anything- why waste my breath?

Brendon toyed with the radio as he drove, and soon enough it was blasting some pop song- my ear drums nearly blown. Now I sounded old.

My breath hitched as Brendon squeezed my thigh, winking at me as he took a turn. I watched as we drove by nice houses, pulling in to the drive way of a three story home. It was something I’d never be able to afford on my teaching salary.

Without a word Brendon got out, waiting by the car for me. I got out as well, leaving my bag in his car. Hopefully he would take me back to the school soon so that I could drive home. Hopefully.

“Don’t you think your parents will find it a bit weird that I’m coming to your house?” I asked, trying to delay entering his home, though I saw no other cars.

Brendon grinned, “My parents are gone most of the time Christian. They are rich. They didn’t get that way by staying home, babysitting me.”

I didn’t say anything as he held the door open, making sure that I went in before him. It was a beautifully decorated home, not a spot of mess anywhere. Everything was in place, except for me.

“Undress.” Brendon commanded, once the door was shut behind us. He locked it, I figured as a precaution.

“I-“ I was nervous. “I’m not denying you.” I didn’t want him to get mad, “But can we at least talk about this first?” Why did I feel so nervous and helpless around him? He was a student; I was his teacher. This was so wrong.

“Does your tongue get tied when you’re naked?”

“It does.” I shot back.

Brendon smirked, “You’ve got some life to you for a teacher. So, why’d you join the society of the almost dead?”

“Ever thought of why teacher’s seem so damn dead? Look at who they have to deal with on a daily basis.” I threw out, arms crossed over my chest.

“Oh, baby… I really think this conversation would be a lot more entertaining if you had a lot less clothing on. Undress, now.” His tone left no room for argument and though I’d like to discuss what he wanted from me while fully clothed… I began unbuttoning my top once again.

I let my bra fall to the floor and then slipped my skirt off, leaving my shirt on, though open. “Can I please leave my shirt on?” I asked, hoping he would once again overlook the lack of nudity.

Brendon stepped forward, running his fingers over my cheek before tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. “Sure doll.”

I smiled a little, “Thanks.” It was a relief. I didn’t like taking my shirt off. It was something I never did in front of anyone anymore.

“Would you like something to drink?” Brendon asked, smiling in return.

“Um, sure.” I felt underdressed for a drink though.

“What would you like?” Brendon asked, walking in front of me, towards what I assumed was the kitchen. I was proven correct minutes later when we entered a spacious kitchen.

“Just water please.”

Brendon grabbed a cup, placing it under an ice dispenser. Seconds later a glass of ice water was placed in front of me. “Thank you.” I kindly responded, taking a quiet sip.

Brendon nodded, reaching in to the fridge for a soda.

“So, you wanted to talk?” He asked, watching me carefully.

I sat down on one of the bar stools in front of the kitchen counter. The wood from the chair was cold against my bare ass, and it felt naughty though we weren’t really doing anything.

“What exactly do you want from me Brendon?” I hesitantly asked, wondering if I even wanted to know.

“I want you.” Brendon responded, moving around the counter with ease.

I watched him, unsure as to what he meant. “What do you mean? You want me to sleep with you?”

“Well, yeah… that, as well as other things.” Brendon replied, placing his hand upon my thigh once again.

“I’m not going to have sex with you Brendon.” I kept my voice strong, as I stared directly in to his eyes. “I’m sorry but that is not going to happen, ever.”

“Okay.” Brendon reacted so simply that I was caught off guard.

“Okay?” I repeated, dumbfounded. “So… it’s okay?” I double-checked.

Brendon nodded, withdrawing his hand. “Of course it’s okay.” His smile grew, and I shivered.

“Great… So can I just, um… pay for the pictures or something?” I didn’t have the money. Would he accept a payment plan of some sort?

“No.”

“No?” I glanced at him nervously, feeling the urge to bite my nails but I hadn’t done that since high school.

“No, I don’t want what little money you have.” Brendon replied, “I’ve seen the car you drive. You’re broke.”

Ouch. “Then…” I trailed off, nervously assessing his responses. What else could I give him, besides myself?

“I told you what I want.” Brendon said, “You said no and that’s fine. Either way; by the time you leave here I’ll have fucked you.”

“Excuse me?”

“It’ll either be a one-time thing and I’ll give the pictures up to the school board… Or you’ll play nice and continue getting fucked because that’s the only thing that’s going to shut me up. I want your complete submission.” Brendon stared at me impassively.

“My…” I trailed off, terrified.

If I said no… He wouldn’t really still fuck me, would he?

“It’s all I want.” Brendon whispered seductively, running his fingers up my thigh, “I just want you, and nothing else will do.”

“W-why?” I’m just his teacher. Why the hell would he want me? I got that it was a stupid, stupid school boy fantasy for some but… in reality, why?

Brendon’s eyes darkened, “Why wouldn’t I want you?” He asked, staring at my body with undisguised lust. “Have you looked in a mirror lately teach? You’re not lacking in the looks department.”

I felt a blush creep up my cheeks, coloring them pink. At least he was being nice… No, he’s a student!

“Can you take me home now Brendon?” I asked, biting my lip to try to calm myself down.

“I told you that I was going to fuck you before you left.” Brendon replied, calmly.

“No Brendon, you’re not.” I tried to sound as calm as he did, but failed. “This has already gotten too far. I made a mistake listening to you in the first place. You can send the pictures to whoever you want but this- this cannot continue.” I couldn’t let it, and I wouldn’t sell my body in such a degrading way.

Brendon moved his hand to my hair, and he gently smoothed it down before roughly pulling it, forcing my head up so that I was staring in to his eyes. “I don’t like being told no.” Brendon spit out, glaring in to my eyes with renewed anger… like before.

I didn’t say anything, staring back at him with widened eyes.

Oh fuck.

“Brendon-“

“I think I’m done talking.” Brendon cut me off, using a tone I wouldn’t argue with.

He tugged on my hair, forcing me to stand up, though I was bent at an uncomfortable angle to keep the pressure of his hold on my hair from hurting.

I glanced at my clothing in dismay as we passed the door and continued up the stairs. “Please let go Brendon; that hurts.” I complained, after just a few steps.

Brendon stopped in place, giving a small tug. I stepped in front of him hesitantly and he let go, waiting for me to continue. The pressure upon my head was alleviated, and so I gratefully continued on.

“Stop.” Brendon’s command was soft, and I stopped in front of a bedroom door. “This is my bedroom.” Brendon informed me, hand upon my lower back causing me to freeze. I didn’t like to be touched there.

After enduring the empty silence Brendon spoke again, “You can go in now.” I didn’t want to.

“Christian?”

“No.” I whispered the word, feeling so helpless. I knew what was going to happen and that delaying it would do nothing but make Brendon mad but I couldn’t help myself. My career was all I had and after this I would have nothing but more issues to bring up at my next therapy session.

Brendon grabbed my wrist, turning me around to face him. I stared up at him, fighting the urge to bite my lip. With a gentle push my back was against the bedroom door, and Brendon was standing just inches from me.

We just stared at each other for several seconds before Brendon pressed his lips against mine, his tongue lightly dancing upon my bottom lip. I automatically parted my lips, allowing his tongue entrance. I could taste the root beer he’d been drinking just minutes ago, and though I wasn’t a huge fan of root beer… It tasted good when it came from him.

As our tongues lightly danced together Brendon’s hands travelled down, before completely disappearing. What was he doing? Then I heard the zipper.

Oh.

He kept his mouth over mine, successfully quieting any argument I could try to present as his pants fell down past his knees to the floor.

Brendon pulled away and I opened my mouth to scream but one threateningly cold look from him stopped me in place, “Please don’t do this.” I instead settled for begging, pleading for my own right to deny sex.

“What exactly do you not want me to do?” Brendon asked, lightly kissing down my neck. “Do you not want me to kiss you, right here?” I trembled as his soft lips gently sucked at a sensitive spot upon my neck. “Do you not want this?” He thrust his hips forward, causing me to realize he was no longer wearing boxers either as his erection pressed firmly against me.

“Just take me home.” I pleaded, uselessly. “I don’t want you, I don’t want this.”

Brendon’s hand crashed down on the wall directly beside my head, loudly. It instantly gained my attention. “Shut up.” He spoke from between clenched teeth. “I really am done talking now.”

The look of control in his eyes was lost but I was confused. What had changed? His hand pressed against my neck, forcing my head back against the wall and then his lips were on mine again, his tongue begging for entrance. I refused, but he continued running his tongue against my lip, wanting in…

His other hand trailed down, over the lips of my most sensitive spot, and the reaction my body had to his touch caused me to gasp, allowing his tongue in. He hungrily devoured my mouth, his tongue aggressively taking over.

I could feel him moving and I knew he was lining himself up. I tried to brace myself, but nothing could really prepare me for how he felt inside of me. As he pushed forward I was filled, stretching to accommodate him.

The feelings of helplessness got to me, tearing at me… and though Brendon felt so good, and though I desperately wanted him to move inside of me, move quickly… I had to hold on to the anger, because I couldn’t just let him use me.

I bit down hard upon his tongue, watching as his eyes widened in surprise.

I expected him to react just as violently, to pull away and hit me… but he didn’t. Instead he used sex against me, something I should have expected but hadn’t. I grunted unceremoniously as he pulled completely out of me, and slammed right back in. My body didn’t have time to adjust as he did it again, and again. I was breathing heavily, on the edge of pleasure and pain- mixed so dangerously.

I couldn’t completely grasp on to either feeling as I was pushed to the edge and held there, feeling so badly as if my body was going to explode from the pleasure- just in time for the pain to cascade down around me.

God, it hurt so good and I wanted more.

Then Brendon reached his release, holding on to my body as he stayed in place. His lips re-attached to mine, since he’d pulled away at some point and I felt his moan travel through my body as my mouth captured it.

I felt shaky as Brendon pulled away from me. My body wanted more, but I didn’t dare voice my desires. It was rape. Unless you ask him for more. But I wanted more. I needed more. It wasn’t fair. He got off… Why couldn’t I? Because you didn’t want it.

But I did, now.

Brendon gently kissed me, simply as an afterthought. Then he pulled away again and waited for me to move, which I did slowly. Once I was out of his way he opened his bedroom door. I stood behind him, feeling completely confused.

Did that really just happen?

After a few minutes I followed Brendon in to his bedroom, feeling completely unsatisfied. I didn’t want to want it- but my body wanted it, or rather wanted him, so badly.

Brendon pulled his shirt off, and tossed it on to the ground. I awkwardly picked it up after him, placing it in to his dirty clothes hamper. Brendon grinned, “Come here.”

“Why?” I nervously asked, staying in place.

“It seems I didn’t fuck that questioning attitude out of you, what a shame.” Brendon replied, frowning.

I sighed and walked over to him, unsure as to why I was being so compliant. Maybe it’s because I was pushed to the edge multiple fucking times and still didn’t get the release I desired. Brendon laughed, “So, that’s the trick?”

“Hmm?” I licked my bottom lip, staring at his toned chest. He really didn’t belong in high school. Oh, and he wasn’t even on a team of any sort… How the hell was he so damn fit? Oh, probably from all of the sex.

“You become quite compliant after sex.” Brendon trailed his finger between my breasts, down my stomach… and then stopped. “You want to cum, don’t you?”

“Yes.” I whispered, embarrassed.

“Yes /Sir/.” Brendon corrected, frowning.

“What?” I frowned as well.

“Call me Sir.” He commanded, “It’s another part of earning your complete submission, and I will earn it.” Fuck him. “You can give me that look but it’s what I want and it’s what you’re going to give me. Either that or you’re going to lose your job, which means you’ll probably lose your apartment… and then what will you have, your piece of shit car?”

“That car is worth more than you.” I spit out, glaring at him.

He was an asshole.

“Bend over.” Brendon smirked at me, a challenge in his tone.

“No.”

“You know how I feel about that word.”

“You know how I feel about you.”

“Aw, now you have feelings for me? I’m flattered Christian.” Brendon’s smile grew, “Now bend over.”

“I’m leaving.” I said, quickly turning.

Brendon grabbed on to my arm and with hurried footsteps dragged me to his bed. I was shoved and fell face forward, but Brendon held on to my hips, keeping me partially up. My face fell in to his soft comforter and I grabbed on to the bed with my hands, unsure of what he was going to do. Hit me again?

Instead he used his legs to part my legs, placing himself in between my spread legs. I laid completely still and could feel movement, “It’s nice that I don’t have to worry about condoms with you.” Brendon commented, stroking his cock out of my line of vision. “You are on birth control, aren’t you? It would be a fucking shame to knock you up. I don’t think you’d be able to hide a baby from the school board very well.” He laughed, sounding amused. “Maybe that’s what I’ll do… knock you up. Then you’d really be mine.” That’s not how shit works kid. Oh, and thank god for birth control.

“You better not have a fucking STD.” I hissed in to the comforter, my words muffled. I decided to completely ignore the rest of his fucked up comments, knowing he was just trying to rile me up. I wasn’t that easy.

“What’s that baby?” Brendon asked, lining himself up once again. “You want more? Sure.” He slammed in to me again, and the angle was so wrong… I didn’t feel like I’d ever adjust as he filled me completely, but this time he didn’t pull out completely. Instead he moved slowly, letting me get used to the sensation. Oh my… sex hadn’t ever been like this for me before, and twice? Stamina!

I moaned in to the bed as Brendon picked up speed, still gently fucking me against his bed. With each thrust my body bounced against the bed a little more, though it was completely comfortable. “I can be nice Christian.” Brendon groaned, pulling my hips towards him, “And I don’t want to hurt you- but I also don’t mind hurting you.”

At this statement he pulled out completely like he had before and slammed in to me roughly, “And I know exactly how I can hurt you, so stop being a fucking bitch.”

I felt tears build in my eyes. Not again. I really thought I was getting somewhere. The pleasure had been building, and I was so close… so damn close. But now he was slamming in to me again, using my body for his own fucking pleasure.

I was openly crying against the blanket by the time Brendon pulled out of me, and his eyes widened in surprise as he turned me around. “Did I hurt you that badly?” He asked, sounding concerned… and confused.

I just shook my head, not looking at him.

Brendon sat down beside me but as he reached out to touch me I pulled away, pulling myself in to a sitting position. “It’s just a little orgasm denial baby.” Brendon said softly, awkwardly placing his hands in to his lap. “It’s a part of the package. You’ll get used to it.” His tone turned cold immediately and I glanced up at him, glaring.

“I hate you.” I spit out.

“That’s not very eloquently put teach.” Brendon replied, reaching over. I stilled, as he reached past me, brushing against me. It took him a minute but then he pulled something out of his dresser drawer. I didn’t look, too busy glaring at him. He definitely gained my attention when he roughly grabbed my wrist, closing a cuff around it, handcuffing me to the bed. What?

“I need to shower.” Brendon said, removing himself from his bed.

“Wait-“ I licked my lips nervously, “I need to get home.”

“Why?” Brendon asked.

“I need to shower and change… and get sleep.” I needed to go home!

“Make yourself comfortable.” Brendon replied, exiting his room quite quickly.

I was alone, partially naked, and cold so I awkwardly pulled his comforter around me. It didn’t stop the trembling though. I’d been used twice, and gotten no satisfaction! Orgasm denial? He wanted my complete submission… could I submit to Brendon, my student? Did I really have a choice at this point? It was my career that was on the line. It’s not like this was something that I could just walk away from. How did you just fall in to submission though? To submit was to completely give yourself to another… I’d read about it here and there, but never really experienced it. Relationships now were about equality, and though I knew there was hidden submission everywhere… I’d never blatantly submitted to someone. I’d never even considered it… until now.

The cuff scraped against my wrist, causing mild discomfort. I struggled to get in to a comfortable position and finally settled for lying on the bed, lifting my arm slightly to alleviate the pain of the cuff brushing against my wrist.

I really needed some release.

With a nervous glance towards the door I used my free hand to find my moist sensitive spot and slowly circled my fingers around my clit, jumping at how sensitive the area was. I was just seconds from getting off when the bedroom door opened.

Brendon stopped in place, staring at me. I couldn’t read the expression on his face as he quietly shut the door behind him. “What are you doing?” He finally asked, the blanket stopping him from clearly seeing my actions. It was easy to tell though.

I didn’t say anything as Brendon quickly walked towards his bed, pulling the blanket off of me. My hand was still resting in place, as I’d become stunned when the door opened. “Did you cum?” Brendon asked.

“No.” I timidly responded, wondering why I felt so bad. Maybe because none of this should be turning me on…

“Good, just a few minutes ago I told you that I was purposely denying you an orgasm to teach you a lesson and here you are, trying to get off anyway. For a teacher you don’t take being taught anything very well.”

“Please.” I swallowed hard, “It’s driving me crazy.”

“I know.” Brendon coldly responded. “That’s the point.”

“I want to go home.”

“I know.” Brendon answered, sitting down beside me. “I don’t want to overwhelm you at the moment but…”

“But what?” I nearly yelled, tears threatening to spill. It was so fucking frustrating being so close to the edge…

“You have cum drying to your leg and I’d prefer you not get my bed dirty.” Brendon said calmly.

“Then why don’t you uncuff me so that I’m not stuck on your bed?” I spit out.

“Sure.” Brendon uncuffed the part of the cuffs from the bedpost and quickly re-cuffed himself. So now instead of being stuck to a nice quiet post… I was stuck to Brendon.

“That’s not what I meant.” I said, pouting childishly.

“Our bath is ready.” Brendon said, ignoring me. “Now come on.” He started walking towards the door and I quickly followed him. Our bath? Thankfully right as we reached the edge of the bath Brendon stopped me, so that he could un-cuff us. The handcuffs fell to the floor.

The bath was large, and filled with bubbles and warm water. I immediately moved forward, wanting the cover of the water- as well as the comfort. The water felt scorching hot against my cold skin but after stepping in my legs began to adjust to the temperature. Brendon stepped in beside me, and I took in the sight of his naked body again. “Would you like me to help you with your shirt?” He asked, since I was still wearing my shirt.

“No.” I replied, slowly sinking in to the water.

“You shower in it?” Brendon asked, sitting down beside me.

“Tonight, yes.” I answered.

“Why don’t you like being shirtless?” Brendon asked quietly, glancing in to my eyes for the answer.

I nearly choked at the look he gave me but the answer was something I never planned to fully explain. “I don’t feel comfortable around someone else with it off.”

“You have beautiful breasts.” Brendon said, softly brushing his fingers over them. “Are you self-conscious about them?”

“I just don’t want to take my shirt off, okay?” Just drop it.

“Okay.” Brendon replied, surprising me.

“What does complete submission mean?” I whispered, after a few moments of silence. “Just what do I have to give up in order to keep my job?”

Brendon gathered bubbles in his hands before gently brushing them over my skin, rubbing down to my thighs, which he gave special attention. It felt nice, but it was distracting from the moment. Thankfully he finally spoke. “I want access to this-“ He grabbed my pussy, “-whenever I want it. I want your respect-“

I cut him off, “Why don’t you try to earn it?”

Brendon glared, “And if you do not respect me then I will spank you, again. Last time I went easy, as it was an introduction of sorts. From here on out I will not.”

That was easy?

“There will be rules that you will have to abide by, which I have written down for you.”

“You’ve really thought this shit out, haven’t you?” I asked, wrinkling my nose.

“I have.” Brendon replied. “For example; as a show of respect you will refer to me as ‘Sir’- unless we are in class, of course. I’ll spare you embarrassment there, but nowhere else. Even in front of my friends you will act the part of willing slut.”

“But what if they tell?” I bit my lip.

“You’ll have to trust my judgment.” Brendon’s hand travelled up, and he gently teased the lips of my pussy. Without realizing it I was pressing against his hand, wanting more. I was horny.

“A lot of this will require trust. You’ll have to trust me Christian.” Brendon murmured, scooting closer to me. “You’ll have to trust me to know where to draw the line because I don’t take well to hearing no, and I don’t like safe words.” That sounded bad. “You’ll have to trust that I won’t hurt you, and I won’t… if you allow me to get acquainted with your body then I’ll know just how much pain you can take, and just how much pleasure to award.”

“So, you want me to play the part of mindless toy?” I asked, letting his words sink in.

“You can think of it that way.” Brendon answered. “I like control, and that is what this is really about.”

“Why don’t you just do this with someone who actually wants it?” I asked, confused.

“I don’t play by the rules very well.” Brendon replied easily, “Usually domination and submission require a certain level of… control, on both sides. I don’t want you to control me, as an actual ‘submissive’ would. I want all of the control, all of the time. I want you, and I want you to be mine.”

That sounded hot… and dangerous.

“And if I refuse?” I whispered the words.

“Then you’ll lose everything.” Brendon whispered back, before his lips crashed down upon mine.

My legs spread as two fingers entered me, roughly scissoring in and out. Brendon used his thumb to roughly circle my clit, faster… faster.

It felt so good, and I had been wound up so tightly…

Brendon was patient, as he continued aggressively finger fucking me until I finally reached my own release. I moaned loudly in to his mouth, my entire body shuddering from the relief.

When I opened my eyes Brendon was staring at me, a smile upon his lips. “As I said, I can be nice… This can be a very nice arrangement Christian. You won’t lose anything. I’ll give you everything.”

I wasn’t sure what that meant but… I couldn’t refuse the offer of keeping my job, and my sanity.

Without my job I would have nothing.

I didn’t want to go back to having nothing.

“I’ll do it.” I swallowed the lump in my throat, “Sir.”

Brendon smiled widely.



This was a bad idea to make, with no time to think it through… Did I have any other choice?

I didn’t.