Bad Teacher

He glances at me while rubbing it around. “This’ll feel cold, but you know that already. You’ve felt it before … but this time, it’s a little bigger.”

I gulp as he puts the tip close to my ass.

“Deep breath,” he says.

When I do, he pushes it in, and all my senses explode, including the wordage from my mouth.

“Fuck! Shit! Holy shit! Fucking Jesus!”

He laughs. “I’ve never had that reaction before. Is it a good fuck or a bad fuck?”

“Uh, I don’t know?!” I struggle to breathe as he inserts the plug into me. It feels so wrong, so dirty, so fucking full. Different from just a fucking finger. When it’s in, he slaps my ass, making me jolt up and down from the pressure I feel. “Holy shit.”

“Good girl,” he says. “You should see your ass. It looks good on you. Crystal tip. A sparkling ass, just for me.” He bites his lip, hissing a little as he rubs my ass. Then he clears his throat and pulls my panties back up again.

“Gotta control myself. First, it’s time to eat food. Afterward, it’s time to eat you.”

I blush from that comment, but then the heat rushes through my body as I try to shift positions.

“Sit,” he commands.

I try, slowly, but it feels so damn strange. When I’m finally on my ass again, I pull my dress down and try to compose myself, even though I feel indecent as fuck.

“How does it feel?” he asks.

“Um …”

“Are you aroused?”

Judging by the thumping between my legs, I guess that’s a yes to the latter, so I nod.

A wicked smile spreads across his lips. “Good.” He shifts the car into reverse and hits the gas. “Then we’re off to have one lovely fucking dinner with a happy ending afterward.”

Chapter 18

Hailey

Thirty minutes later

The restaurant is chic as fuck. Seriously, I’m not kidding. I’ve never been to a place like this. It has tablecloths, different glasses for wine and water, two of every cutlery, and they talk to me as if I’m some kind of lady from the middle ages. Waiters here walk as if they just shit gold glitter from their ass.

It’s terrifying, to say the least.

But I have to admit the food is beyond delicious.

Every time I take a bite of my venison tenderloin, I die a little. That’s how good it is. And maybe a moan or two even slips out.

Thomas keeps looking at me with a stupid smile on his face, and I constantly have the feeling that I’m being laughed at for using the wrong fork and knife, but I don’t care.

“How is it?” Thomas asks.

“Delicious!” I say.

He chuckles. “I can tell from the moans.”

“Sorry … I just can’t control myself.”

He leans forward, whispering, “Or is it the plug?”

I almost choke on a little venison there but manage to swallow it down eventually. “I’m trying not to pay attention to it.”

“Oh, so me talking about it only makes you feel it more? Nice to know.” He grins.

“Stop it,” I hiss.

“Why? Am I embarrassing you?”

“Yes. It feels wrong here.”

“Here? Is this place any different from college? I could do this anywhere,” he muses, taking a bite of his crab.

“If I knew you were taking me to such an uptight place, I would’ve dressed nicer.”

“You look amazing, Hailey,” he says, making me blush.

I rub my earlobes, only to be reminded of those earrings I put in. I love them, but wearing them to something this fancy is really awkward. “Well, I just feel so out of place here with my ice-cream cone earrings.”

“Hmm …” He licks his lips. “They only make you more beautiful.”

I try to hide my smile behind my fork, but it doesn’t work. Luckily, he smiles back. Compliments … why do I fall so damn hard for them every goddamn time?

“You’re uncomfortable,” he says.

“No, not at all,” I say, clearing my throat, but he knows as well as I do that I’m lying.

“I won’t hide my opinion of you, Hailey. I’ll tell you whatever’s on my mind. Bad or good. You okay with that?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

He shrugs. “Some people can’t take the heat.”

“I think I’ve already proven I can.” A self-satisfied smile perks up on my face.

“All right … then let’s continue our game. Ask three questions and I’ll answer them, then you do the same.”

“You wanna play a game again? I thought we were already over this,” I say.

“There’s plenty more I can learn about you. We’re only just about to get to know each other,” he says, taking a sip of his wine.

I purse my lips. “So you do want to get to know me beyond the bedroom?”

It takes him a while to put down his wine glass and think of an answer. “I want to know who I’m fucking … literally.” He leans forward. “So what’s it going to be, Hailey? Will you allow me to get to know your mind as well as I know your body?”