My Tutor, My Stalker (Dark Fantasies)

1. Ronan

CHAPTER 1

RONAN

S he’s so beautiful.

With blonde hair framing her smiling oval face, Elsie Mulligan is an angel who’s caught the attention of the devil. Her clear blue eyes twinkle as she gazes at the camera I’ve planted in her bookcase, oblivious that I’m watching her. Orange light falls on her face, framing her lush lips, and small nose, and sliding down those beautiful tits that are half-exposed in her black tank top. With her phone in hand, she raises the camera to frame her face and make her perky tits appear deeper. Then, she pulls down the neck of her top and pouts at the camera.

Click.

She’s taking pictures of herself.

I inhale a heavy breath, struggling not to recall her vanilla and caramel scent as I watch her pull down her tank another notch. This time, a pink nipple almost pops out of it, making my cock twitch in response. With a wicked smile, Elsie clicks another picture of her half-naked, her thighs pressing together in her teeny-tiny pajama shorts. They barely cover her ass, cupping her mound so tight that I can see the outline of her delicate pussy lips.

“Mmmm…” Slowly, I bring my hand to my cock and start stroking.

I’m sitting in my dorm room, music blasting outside the window. Some students are screaming and dancing, drunk from the frat party going on downstairs. My room is dark, my screen flashing bright with an image of the woman who takes my breath away—Elsie Mulligan. She’s my student, my secret fantasy, and my ultimate revenge.

Ping.

My phone lights up with a text.

My hand immediately reaches for it, and when I flip my phone, the image of Elsie in her tank with her nipple out greets me. My eyes almost pop at the sight, wondering what’s suddenly made her lose control.

Elsie: Good evening, Mr. Jackson. I hope you’re having a good night. Here’s a little something to make you feel better.

My stomach clenches, my eyes boring into the image of Elsie’s exposed tits. I’ve never seen her nipples before, but damn, they’re all perky and pink and hard, making me want to rip off her clothes and suckle on them.

I’ve been tutoring her for two years and though her grades have gone up in that time, so has her boldness. She’s always been the cheerful one of us both. When she confessed that she liked me at sixteen, I brushed her off as a teenager with a crush on her tutor. But we both know my feelings for her run a lot deeper than that.

My eyes flicker to the image of a teenage boy on my desk, the video of Elsie still playing on my laptop. My big brother. I inhale a deep breath, realizing why I’m doing this.

“Levi.” I close my eyes, trying to remind myself of the horrible night my brother died. Memories of his painful suicide linger in my heart five years after it happened. I was sixteen back then and I knew something was wrong with my older brother. We were only a year apart and that made us close. Well, as close as brothers can be. So, when he came home from school one day with a cut on his wrist, I knew something was wrong.

I watch the image of my late brother, his silver eyes that are identical to mine squinting behind his glasses as he smiles. He got into Harvard, but he never got to go. I wonder what things would be like if it had been him instead of me sitting in this dorm room. Would he have had his first experience with a girl? Would he be terrorizing other smart kids with his math skills? We’ll never know because it’s me sitting in his place, getting a degree in math I’m not even passionate about. And it’s all thanks to George Mulligan. Elsie’s brother.

My fist grips the edge of my desk hard as another message lights up my screen.

Elsie: Do you think this one’s nicer? I think this angle shows off my assets better.

Elsie’s tank top hangs under her breasts, both her nipples on full display. I suck in a ragged breath, unable to stop my body from responding to her. I wish we weren’t tangled up in this twisted revenge, because she’s not just someone I tutor, she’s my obsession.

Stroking my cock with one hand, I type out a reply with another.

Ronan: You’re a spoiled little brat. Just go to sleep and stop sending strange men pics of your bosom.

It’s a regular reply, one I’m conditioned to give as her tutor. I don’t glance back at my brother’s image, feeling a trickle of guilt for getting hard for his bully’s sister.

Closing my eyes, I recall the day I came back home to find my brother dead in his bedroom. He’d taken an entire bottle of pills. Next to him was a handwritten note that said, ‘I can’t take it anymore.’. My whole world went blank as I realized what had happened. I called 911 and Mom rushed back from work, but we were both too late. Levi was gone by the time he arrived at the hospital.

Mom cried, but I just felt so lost. I’d noticed the signs, noticed that something was off with Levi. Ever since he’d started his sophomore year, he’d become paranoid and jittery. When I asked him, he said it was just the stress from all the studying. He was taking extra credits and working hard to get into Harvard. He was elated when he got the admission letter, but soon, I began noticing signs of stress. I didn’t know why he was so depressed, but when I told Mom about it, she tried taking him to a therapist. However, Levi refused to go after the first time, saying he was fine.

It was only after he died that I discovered why he’d taken his life.

Elsie: OMG, you didn’t really say ‘bosom’. What is this, Victorian England?

I breathe out, trying to distract myself with Elsie’s body when the pain hit. After Levi’s death, I’d felt powerless, lost even. I studied harder, knowing he wanted us to go to Harvard together. However, when I realized why my brother had taken his life, everything changed.

Ronan: It’s midnight. Go to bed.

Elsie: Why? Do you wanna join me there?

When I don’t reply, she sends another message.

Elsie: And you’re not a strange man. You’re my tutor. We meet every weekend, remember?

Yes, the tutoring. I gaze at the calendar on my wall, counting the days I’ve tutored Elsie. It started as a plan for revenge. I wanted to get closer to George, her brother.

One of Levi’s classmates told me that George was bullying him. He wanted to get into Harvard too, but when he didn’t make it, he took his anger out on Levi. It’d been that way since he transferred to our school. Everyone knew George was a rich, spoiled brat, one who’d daddy spent a lot of money covering up his vices. What I didn’t know was that he’d been bullying my brother for being a nerd, for getting something he could never have. He hurt him, and ruthlessly bullied him until he was alone. My brother was targeted and hurt, and he had to go through all of that alone. The unfairness of it makes my blood heat every time I think about it. Being a rich kid, George got away with it. Nobody could stop him, and Levi had to pay the price.

Ronan: That’s the only reason I’m not spanking your naughty ass until it welts. Do you know photos like this can come back to haunt you when you’re older?

Elsie: Oh, I didn’t know you’re into BDSM. Maybe we can try it sometime. I’m eighteen now;)

I shut my eyes, trying to block out the temptation of her, but I’m too weak. My eyes are riveted to her beautiful body, studying every inch of her soft, smooth skin. Her movements are hypnotic, making me forget my sole purpose in life—revenge.

After I realized what George had done to my brother, I wanted to get back at him. His father had known that he was responsible, yet, he hushed it up. Only Mom and I were the victims of his cruelty. I wanted to hurt him, to make him feel what it felt like when someone you loved was hurt. And that someone had to be Elsie.

I made meticulous plans to get close to her, signing up to be her tutor when I realized her parents were looking for someone to help her with math. My experience getting into a top college impressed them and they decided I was the best option for the job. And just like that, I was in the Mulligans’ circle. I kept an eye on George and Elsie’s dad, picturing their faces when I destroyed their precious little princess. Her dad was just as responsible as George for hushing things up, and he was going to pay with his daughter’s future. At first, I wanted to kill George for what he’d done, but this was much better, much sweeter. I wasn’t just going to fuck up her chances of going to college, I was going to fuck up her life and bring shame to the Mulligan family. And then, I was going to leave her.

However, the one thing I hadn’t planned on was my attraction to Elsie.

Elsie: And I don’t really care. I know you’re too uptight to ever share photos of me.

Uptight? She has no idea that I’m watching her right now, stroking my cock as she rolls the hem of her tank top up. My little dove doesn’t know that even now, I’m picturing what it’d feel like to sink my thick cock into her virgin pussy and feel it stretch for me. Would she scream when I pop her cherry and make her come? Would she moan my name when I fill her with my cum and breed her? Or would she take it all like a good girl and grow my baby in her stomach? The visual of that flat stomach growing round with my seed sends a flash of heat through my core.

My fist tightens on my bulge when her top disappears, leaving her naked from the waist up. Her tits are high and firm, topped with two hard little pink tips. Elsie circles one aroused nipple with her thumb, moaning when she feels a spark of pleasure.

I grunt in my room, pulling down the waistband of my sweatpants and finding my swelling cock inside. My balls feel tight as I watch my little bratty student put on a show, thumbing and stroking her breasts as I pump my cock in rhythm to the movement of those delicate fingers. I don’t have to see them to know she hasn’t worked a day in her life. Being the daughter of Robert Mulligan, one of the richest investment bankers in town, her life is one of financial ease.

Elsie: P.S. Maybe we should make a sex tape so that it gets shared online. Maybe then you’d stop being so serious.

I let out an exasperated sigh. She has no idea about all the things I plan to do with that nubile body of hers. I’ve been holding onto my self-control for years, making her long for me to the point she’d do anything to be mine.

However, the stalking wasn’t part of my plan. It’s simply for my pleasure. I want to make sure Elsie is safe until I come for her. That’s what I told myself when I planted those cameras, but months later, it’s clear that my feelings for her are way deeper than a passing fancy.

Ronan: Good night.

Elsie leans over the phone, reading my message with pensive brows. But as she does, I notice the familiar lines on her back. Red and brown that have welted to purple. My fist tightens and I move it over my cock, feeling her pain wash through me. Elsie might be a spoiled rich princess, but the reason I haven’t destroyed her yet is because I know that she’s just a prisoner in a golden cage. When I planned out my revenge, I hadn’t planned on being faced with a dilemma like this. Instead of ruining her, I want to ruin her family for hurting her.

Her mom has a drinking problem and sometimes, she gets violent. Her dad also has expectations from her and when she failed to get into Harvard last year, I know her hit her. My throat retches violently at the thought of another man putting his hands on my little dove with the intent to hurt. She might be flirty and bratty, but I know she only does it because she can’t breathe in that house. She wants freedom, attention, and the love her parents have never given her. It’s the reason she keeps her back hidden during class. They are scars she hides from me.

Elsie leans over her camera, exposing more of those healing scars to me. I want to kiss them, to make her feel better.

My phone flashes bright again and my eyes burn with the image of her bare tits hanging loose over the phone screen. I want to nip and suck on them while she leans over me, making her ride my big cock as I taste those pretty tits. Pre-cum leaks from my cock, making my stroke harder. I feel tension rise in the base of my spine, aching for release.

Elsie: Do you like this one better? I feel responsible for filling up your spank bank. Life must be so dull just studying math all day.

I can’t spare any hands to write a reply so I just watch her jiggle her tits on camera and move her ass while she frowns at the phone. Just watching her like that is enough to make my body surrender. With a final hard stroke, I climax in my pants, drenching them in cum. All the passion I keep hidden explodes out of me, taking me high to a place that only she can. I close my eyes and feel my release fill up my body. The pleasure is painful, a reminder of the forbidden attraction I share with the girl I’m stalking. I let the sensation consume my body until I’m too tired to think of all the reasons we’re wrong together, of all the pain that separates us. When I finish climaxing, she's sent me three more messages. More pictures of those tempting titties that are all hard and eager for me.

Elsie: Do you like sucking, Mr. Jackson? Because I know I do.

I don’t even count how many ways that sentence can be interpreted before I fire off the first thought that comes to my mind.

Ronan: Do your parents know you flash your tits like a slut for your tutor?

I press ‘send’ before I can delete those words. I know I’m crossing the line with this one, but it’s gone before I can think. No reply comes immediately, but when I look at the screen, I see Elsie moaning and biting her lower lip.

Elsie: Do you talk dirty like that to all your students?

No, only you.

Ronan: Only ones that send me nude pics at midnight.

Elsie: It’s called sexting. I’m sure people of your generation do it too.

I scoff. We’re only three years apart but she treats me like I’m forty because I don’t give in to her advances. It’s kinda cute.

Ronan: I’ll see you tomorrow. With all your clothes on. I hope you’ve done your homework.

Elsie: Did you have to ruin it with the mention of homework?

Ronan: Good night, Elsie.

And then, I turn over the phone and slump over my chair. It looks like it might be time to proceed to the next phase of my plan—Breeding Elsie.