Chapter Six
Sebastian
She lets the door swing closed, then comes back to the circle, sitting a few chairs away from me.
“We survived that,” she says with a laugh.
“Did you look at the course outline? You have two graded projects. I’ll have someone else mark your work.”
“I don’t mind—”
I mind, though. I put up my hand. “It’s important to me.”
She shrugs. “Okay.”
“All the other students have had me in previous years, so if they’re overly comfortable with me….”
She laughs. “Have any of them been as overly comfortable with you as I have?”
I shift in my chair. “Fuck no.”
“Then it’s fine. I’m not jealous of their familiarity with you.” Another shrug. “It’s nice.”
“I wasn’t thinking of jealousy,” I mutter.
A small smile plays at her mouth. “They all think of you as their campus dad. Is that how I’m supposed to think of you, too?”
I stand up abruptly. “It’s different.”
“Exactly.” She stands, too, and we’re both moving to the door at the same time.
Which is how she ends up pressed against the inside of the door, me leaning over her. Somehow. She smells like apples and looks like sin. I like her as much without the lipstick as with it. Bare, her lips are a gorgeous shade of pale pink, vulnerable and soft.
“Sebastian,” she whispers.
“You can’t call me that.”
“You get to call me Lily,” she whispers. “What should I call you? Headmaster Craig?”
That sounds wrong, too. “No.”
“Stacey’s dad?” That drips too innocently off her lips. “Is that better than Sebastian? Do you want to be Daddy?”
A jolt of something forbidden punches the inside of my chest. It’s a physical feeling that drives me right against her, our bodies hot and pressed together. “I’m not your dad.”
“I know,” she whispers, her breath fast and eyes wide. “I have a father. And he’s a terrible man. Are you secretly terrible, too, Daddy?”
“Fuck no.” I force myself to soften against her, to brush my fingertips against her cheek, then back up. This is important. “Lily, you need to believe me. I am nothing like your father.”
“What do you know about him?”
Not enough. “I know you need to get away from your family.”
Her brow furrows in surprise. “You do?”
“Yes. And I promise you’re safe here.”
“I’m never safe somewhere my father has paid a lot of money to lock me up.”
“Is that what happened at the other schools?”
Her eyes glitter with the threat of tears as she searches my face. But she doesn’t answer me. No, she won’t give up her secrets that quickly.
“It’s okay,” I murmur.
She shrugs and changes the subject. “I wish things were different, though. Because I like you. I like Stacey’s dad.”
We’re back to that. Sex is a safe topic for her. A new, exciting space that is all ours, where she knows she has safety and control. Her challenging gaze warns me I should end this conversation now, but I can’t.
Her voice drops, husky and sweet. “I’m glad you’re not a bad man. I like the hot guy on the motorcycle who cares that I’m a virgin.”
Memories from last night slam into me. “I do care.”
She nods. “I know. You knew I needed to get off and walked that fine line to make it good for me.”
Lily might be an innocent girl in many ways, but she knows more about me than most people do. Nobody else has ever seen me so keenly.
“I wish I could take care of you again.” The truth finally spills out of me like a forbidden firehose. “I see you, sweet girl. I see what you need. But we can’t.”
“I know.” She licks her lips. “I know we can’t.”
“We had last night. Nobody can take that from us.”
Her voice is quieter than a whisper now, a sultry purr, dragging me way the fuck down a path I shouldn’t even be on. “I’ll always have that memory of you making me feel good. I’ll think about it tonight.”
Fuck me. I stroke her cheek. “Good. I want you to think about it often. And when you do….” I lean all the way in and brush my lips against her ear. “Daddy wants you to touch yourself and remember when he was a stranger.”
She shudders against the door, and I step back, just enough to put space between us.
Her gaze immediately drops to my obvious erection.
I desperately put my hand to her mouth, stopping her from saying anything else. But that’s a mistake because her lips are endlessly soft, plump pink reminders of what I cannot have because of who I am.
Who she is.
“We can’t do this,” she breathes. A reminder to me. A goad to make me do something, anyway.
“We’re not doing anything.” I brush my fingers to the side of her mouth, that sweet disappearing corner of her smile that’s almost a dimple.
She parts her lips, and my middle finger slips into her mouth.
Hot, wet, sweet.
“What time do you go to bed?” I rasp.
“Eleven.” She forms the word slowly around my invading finger, then smiles. My finger slides out of her mouth, shiny and wet. Her mouth looks like it needs a cock in it next. “Why? Are you going to be in bed at the same time? Maybe thinking about last night?”
“No.” I press my thumb against the other side of her jaw and squeeze, then release her and step all the way back. “That would be a mistake. But I hope you have sweet dreams tonight, Lily.”
Sweet, impossible dreams.
At ten thirty, I tell myself I’m going out for a run. Hard, punishing exercise is what I need to do. Turn myself into the authorities is what I actually need to do.
I’m playing with fire, though, and it turns out I like it.
Lily’s hot gaze as I touched her mouth… Fuck, that is enough right there. That’s all I need.
So, of course, I’m lurking in the forest at ten to eleven.
Not running. Not punishing myself. I’m watching her instead and not feeling bad about it at-fucking-all.
Her light is on, and her curtains only half-closed, so I can see her working at her desk.
She’s changed out of her uniform. I can’t tell from this distance, but it looks like she’s wearing a T-shirt, and when she stands up, I see bare legs.
Getting ready for bed in a T-shirt and panties.
Ready for Daddy to tuck her in.
Daddy.
I’d give her a goodnight kiss. On her mouth, and when she sighs, on her neck.
Her tits. Over the shirt, just to see if she likes it.
When she sighs again and arches her back, I’d push her shirt up.
Just enough to kiss her sweet belly. Push it up a little higher, find her breasts, just the underside of them, and kiss her there.
More sighs.
Restless legs.
Sweet girl wants more kisses from Daddy, but she’ll have to ask me for them.
In the shadows of the forest, I palm my dick, then squeeze it roughly. I will not jerk off here, staring at the dorms.
Oh, the fucking lies I tell myself.
Lily is a dirty, beautifully filthy woman.
I watch as she moves around her room, then comes to the window and closes the drapes.
There’s a momentary pause, then her body moves away. The light turns out. I imagine her burrowing under the covers and sliding her hand into her panties.
Eager, hot panting. Her clit is hard and aching to be touched. Legs falling open, stroking herself as she thinks about how I licked her there.
I would do it again. Swallow every drop of her pleasure, then kiss her on the forehead as she drifted off.
Good girl. Go to sleep.
I ease deeper into the forest where it’s dark and forbidden, like my thoughts. I palm myself as I think about her humping her hand, slim little fingers working faster and faster.
My hand is her virgin cunt, too tight to fuck. My fingers are at the fluttering lips of her pussy, where I could just rub against her and come like that. Spilling my seed where she’s wet. Not inside her, just at the entrance.
Daddy.
I can’t.
Not yet.
Turning on my heel, I let myself stay frustrated. But those two words—not yet—carry me all the way to my house on the other side of the woods.
It’s time for me to think long and hard about what I want after this term is over. And I need to find out more about Lily’s parents.