Good Girls Never Rise: A Dark Boarding School Romance

I sighed, a small smile playing on my lips.

“Start talking. Or you can kiss any amount of freedom you have away this very second.”

I peered up at him and saw that he was actually serious for once. Fuck.

“Fine,” I started.

And then I spilled the dirty truth.

* * *

“Isaiah.” Ms. Glenburg grabbed onto my hands. Her skin was soft against mine, and she flushed the second I raised an eyebrow at her.

We’d been having these weekly sessions for about a month now, and each one, she got a little closer to me. Today, she even went as far as touching me. Naughty, naughty.

“Yes, Ms. Glenburg?” I asked slyly.

Her hands moved from mine, and she took a shaky breath. My gaze went to her chest as she inhaled, her breasts spilling out of her low-cut, dressy top. I couldn’t help but wonder if she had worn it for me. If only she knew I was playing her. If I was a decent guy, I may have felt a little bad. She thought she was in control, but she was wrong.

“Are you going to be truthful today? Are you going to tell me why you have been so defiant? Why you’ve been acting out against your father? How you’ve ended up at St. Mary’s?”

I shrugged, loosening the tie around my neck. We were alone in an empty classroom. Her classroom. Ms. Glenburg was the school counselor, but she also taught a few elective courses like psychology and sociology. It was poetic that a woman like Ms. Glenburg could be fooled by me when she actually studied the human psyche for a living.

I leaned forward into her space. She didn’t move, and her dark-red lips parted as a breath escaped her. “Why don’t you tell me, Ms. Glenburg? You’ve been studying me for weeks now. Why do you think I act out?”

God. It was so easy to toy with her. I knew it was wrong, but that was what I was known for. Why not live up to the standard, right? My uncle was foolish if he thought someone like Ms. Glenburg could change me.

“I think you act out because it’s the only form of control you have.”

I shifted my eyes from her tits to her eyes. “Go on.”

She moved in her seat, recrossing her legs. “You have no control over your life. You were sent to a strict boarding school without your consent. From what you’ve told me, your college is already decided. Your major. Your job afterward to work with your father. You have no control over anything, so the only thing you can do is grab a hold of your behavior.”

Fuck. My stomach tightened with her words. I didn’t like that she was indicating that I didn’t have any control over my life. I also didn’t like that what she said made sense.

Something evil stirred inside of me at the very thought of my father treating me like I was a fucking puppet in his game. In a way, Ms. Glenburg was right. My choices have been made for me since I was born. I didn’t have control in most aspects of my life, and that made me irate.

“You don’t think I have control, Ms. Glenburg?” I asked, shifting closer to her. My hand fell onto her knee, and she gasped.

“I—” she stuttered, staring at my hand on her bare skin, sitting nice and still below the hem of her skirt.

“That’s not true, Ms. Glenburg.” I smirked, glancing at her lips. “I’m in control right now.”

“Are you?” she whispered.

My hand stayed on her knee as I glanced over my shoulder. “You said my father has control over my life, but I don’t see him anywhere in this room.” I gave her a sheepish look. “In fact, I don’t see anyone in this room…” My finger trailed over to the inside of her leg. “Except you.”

She swallowed, her cheeks rising with color.

“Do you want to see me in control, Ms. Glenburg?” I would show her that she was wrong. My father didn’t have control over me.

Or did he?

“I’m not sure,” she answered breathlessly.

I smiled at her as my hand moved higher up her leg, disappearing underneath the dark fabric. I took my other hand and gently took her glasses off the bridge of her nose and placed them onto the desk beside us.

Ms. Glenburg was twice my age—somewhere in her thirties—but she was still hot in this authoritative sort of way. Either way, I still would have been in this situation, but it was to my benefit that she actually did get my dick hard.