Russian Teacher (Yes, Daddy 6)

“Because we like it.”

I grab a hold of the edge of the table and feel his hand come around as he rubs my nub while he moves in and out of my ass.

I feel so dirty and depraved, yet so amazingly refreshed at the same time. It’s unlike anything I could have ever thought up myself, and that’s exactly why I have my Daddy…to guide and direct me to new experiences, challenges, and everything else in this crazy thing called life.

“Fuck, Precious. You’re so tight I’m about to come.”

“Good. That’s what I’m here for. To make you happy, Daddy.”

“But not until you’re happy f

irst.”

His thumb changes to his first two fingers as he rubs my nub expertly before sliding two fingers inside me. Then suddenly his other hand comes around and a single finger fishhooks my mouth, pulling my head back as he fills three orifices at once.

My eyes close and everything spins as he moves in and out of me in each place he’s inserted a part of his own body.

He’s right…he is possessive as hell, and right now he owns all of me. And most importantly he owns the one thing I’ve never given anyone, and it’s not just my body.

My heart.

I trust him completely, especially considering the position I’m in. As he pulls my head back farther he says the words I’m longing to hear.

“Let loose, Little Girl. Show Daddy how much you like this. Come for your Daddy.”

“Daddy!” I cry out, a tear pricking my eye. “I love you, Daddy,” I howl as my body unleashes yet again and I cover his fingers with my juices causing him to explode into my back channel damn near instantly.

“Mine,” he growls into my ear from behind before nipping at my lobe. “You. Are. Mine.”

As if I ever had any say in the matter. As if I ever wanted anything or anyone else. Never.

Only him. My everything.

7

Alexander

Three days later

We walk into the football stadium hand in hand and every neck in the place snaps.

“It’s true!” a voice says.

“Disgusting,” someone else calls out.

“He should be fired,” comes in whispers.

They don’t need to worry. I’ve already written up my official resignation letter and have it in my pocket. I wanted to hand it in three days ago but Alexa really wanted me to be the one to hand her her diploma today, and the school gets some sort of government funding for the amount of teachers they have on staff at the end of the year so I did them a solid and stayed on.

But I can barely stand this goofy rented cap and gown getup. It’s itchy and more than that, I had an Agent Provocateur lingerie set overnighted to Alexa, who’s wearing that, and nothing else, underneath her robe. I’ll be surprised if we make it all the way home before we’re tearing into each other…not that we’re going home after this anyway. I’ve got a surprise in store for my princess.

All eyes continue to follow us as I release Alexa’s hand and she joins her classmates while I march up on stage. I get more than a few stink eyes from the other teachers, but who cares? I sure don’t. The only thing that matters is I’ve got my woman.

“Good for you,” a teacher sitting next to me remarks. “That’s a young hottie you scored.”

I turn to him, baring my teeth. “If you ever refer to my wife as a hottie again, or use the word ‘scored’ in the same sentence I will rip off your neck and shit down your neck. Are we clear?”

He nods profusely and turns his gaze completely away from me.