She never makes a sound as her eyes stay tracked on me the entire class, every time. I still for the life of me can’t figure out how she was on track to be the school valedictorian, but because of my class has lost her chance. Not only that she’s on the verge of failing, just like my control right now.
I want to grab her, and begin a different kind of test all of my own. Flip her over and slide in-between her folds and see if she’s as innocent as she seems. Hell, the thought of kidnapping her on her walk home from the school has crossed my mind more than once or twice, or ten times.
I’m always there, lurking on my motorcycle in the distance, helmet on so she can’t see me, making sure she arrives home safe each and every day after class.
How badly I’ve wanted to pull her onto the back of my bike and take her to my place, or better yet detain her after school and show her who she belongs to. Show her who her real Daddy is, her records showing the biological one has been missing from the picture for what amounts to her entire existence.
The thoughts I have for her oscillate between paternal and absolute animalistic lust. What would my fellow teachers, administrators, and the principal think if they knew what I do when I go home at night. If they found out how I jerk myself dry, until there’s not a drop of energy left inside me before I finally pass out each and every night, her on my mind, in my dreams, claiming every part of my brain.
Since the first day she stepped foot in my class this semester, on the first day of this year, her senior year, I’ve been drawn to her like a moth to a flame and damn am I ready to feel the fire. She calls me like a bear searching out honey, and am I ever ready to taste the sweet nectar between her legs.
I don’t even remember administering the final exams for the last three students, my thoughts on her and keeping my rock hard erection out of sight, the fucker rising up in anticipation of her arrival…the final exam of the day. Just the way I scheduled it.
I told the school board I wanted to do it in reverse alphabetical order, said that’s how we do it in my native homeland. What a crock. It was all a ruse to get her here at the end of the day, so I could do what I should have done to her the first day I saw her.
Make. Her. Mine.
I’m the teacher, the one with the answers. So why is it I can’t answer these simple questions myself…
Why does she make me feel this way?
Why does she bring out this fatherly feeling inside me?
Why does she make me feel like a Russian bear after a winter hibernation, wanting to wrap my arms around her and keep her safe and warm. And tear to shreds anyone who looks at her, limb by limb?
Her long blonde hair cascades past her shoulders as she enters the silent room. Not a stitch of makeup and yet she looks more beautiful than any other woman in the world. Natural. Perfect. Her.
She is everything.
She looks up at me through those curly eyelashes, her huge brown eyes hitting me right in the gut and sounds of Van Morrison’s Brown Eyed Girl ringing in my ears.
She’s my brown eyed girl all right. Mine and on
ly mine.
I pull my vision away, not wanting the sick thoughts I have for her to make my mind go any blanker than it already is.
Normally sick thoughts are not something I shy from, but then again those kinds of thoughts never involved a woman. I’m not a good man, that’s for certain. I’ve seen things and done things that most couldn’t do if their life depended on it, yet I did with ease. Survival is the name of the game on the cold, hard streets of Moscow, and that’s exactly what I did.
Not anymore. I’ve made it to America and now I’ve found the only woman who’s ever made me feel this way. Yeah, I may be six foot five and made of marble, but the first moment I saw my little princess I knew immediately that I was in love, a feeling I had no idea existed inside of me. And it didn’t, until her big brown eyes reached into my chest and pulled it out, sitting it right in front of my own two eyes to see, and more importantly, to feel.
And I want her to feel what I’ve never felt. Safety. And she will thanks to this new facade I’ve erected, and carefully maintained for an entire semester, as a Russian language teacher.
I still keep a full-size punching bag, Russian kettlebells, and other workout equipment in my garage in case any of my enemies track me down. That’s assuming they’re dumb enough to poke the bear and smart enough to find me half way across the globe.
Not a chance, just like there’s no chance this little girl isn’t mine. Soon. Very soon.
But something tells me that when my ability to hold back my hunger for her caves, and I devour her as I know I will, she will see me for who I really am…a beast who needs his beauty, and one who won’t stop until he gets her. In all ways.
I’m possessive and jealous when it comes to her, shooting icy death looks at the other boys who used to sit at the front of the class. Not anymore. Hell, a couple of them picked up their books and moved to the back of the classroom within ten minutes into the class, and another couple went to the administration office and withdrew entirely, taking up HomeEc or some other unmanly pursuit.
I wear it like a badge of pride. In my country you’re either a man or you’re not, regardless of your age, and these boys showed their true colors real quick once they saw me bare my teeth and my eyes narrow in their direction. They wisely went running for the hills.
And speaking of hills, what the hell is that bra she’s got on today? Or at least I’m assuming it’s her bra as her chest is sticking out underneath her jacket more than it ever has before, causing me to stick one hand in my lap and try to unsuccessfully adjust myself when I’d much rather be fisting my cock just before shoving it deep inside her.
“Uh hum,” the oversight committee woman, whose name I can’t remember and don’t care about anyway, clears her throat. “Shall we begin? I need to leave at the exact time this evening and we’re already a minute into Ms. Andrews’s allotted time.”
I take a second to gather myself, my gaze raking over Alexa as she approaches the single seat in front of the table where I’m sitting. I want to grab that table by the edge, toss it up and to the side of the room removing anything in-between us and mount her right here and now.