Chapter Nine
Lily
Sebastian finds me in the library that night. I’m on the third floor in the stacks, looking for a book on Sherlock Holmes. He appears at the end of the row, blocking the light. “You skipped dinner,” he rumbles.
“That’s not why you’re here, though.”
“No?” He glances at his watch, then glances up.
The lights blink out.
His voice rumbles toward me again, this time in the dark. “Maybe I’m here to tell you the library is closing.”
My pulse jumps as he tugs me deeper into the stacks and presses his hand over my mouth. My eyes go wide. Not that he can see that. We can’t see anything.
We’re all alone in the dark, and he’s gently pressing me up against a hard, wooden bookshelf.
He groans my name as my eyes adjust to the darkness, finding his face hovering above mine. I smile. “Is this about the essay?”
“It can be. It can also be about the fact you didn’t eat, and curfew is in half an hour.”
“Oooh, sounds like we don’t have a lot of time to cover all of those bases, so let me reassure you that I have an apple and some crackers back in my room and jump right to my essay.”
“Sure. The essay.” He clears his throat. “It doesn’t exactly meet the brief of the creative writing assignment.”
“Really?” My pulse is dancing right now, a skittering flutter under my skin.
“I thought it was pretty creative. The idea that you took my virginity that night. That some people would say that I’ve already had sex for the first time.
” My breath brushes against his cheek. “With you. In a truck stop bathroom.”
“You can’t write that shit down.”
“I didn’t put it on the computer. I didn’t print it out. Your copy is the only copy.”
He groans again. “Why now?”
“Because it’s been a long, lonely month.” It’s the truth. “And you’re close enough to touch, but I’m not allowed to touch. It makes me sad.”
“We don’t always get what we want,” he points out.
Don’t I know it. “But you said you would spank me for not eating. I think that means that you care about what I need.”
“I do.” Two desperate, growled words.
I grin triumphantly. “Then you agree. Now that I know how good sex is—and we agree that we’ve already had sex, so to speak—it’s cruel to expect me to not have more of it.
You don’t need to hold back, Sebastian. You’ve already taken my virginity.
You just didn’t know it because you weren’t using the right terms.”
“That was your first time doing anything?”
“I was such a good girl before you shot your load between my legs, Sebastian.” I lick his cheek for good measure to show him I’m a bad girl now.
To give him a taste of just how much he’s ruined me.
“And now I want that all the time. It’s all I can think about when I’m supposed to be researching Sherlock Holmes re-tellings.
I think about how hot the headmaster looks when I’m stroking his cock, and the sounds he makes when his come hits my bare pussy. ”
“Jesus, Lily.” He huffs a frustrated laugh. “Yeah? That’s what you think about?”
“It’s terrible, I know.”
He brushes his knuckles against my cheek. “It’s not, though. You didn’t know who I was. We came into this as equals. We found each other and didn’t get enough to quench our needs.” His body tenses against mine. “I think about you all the time, too. And that is wrong.”
“Why is it wrong for you and not for me?” I know the answer, but I want him to say it. I want him to say it because I like it. Because I love this forbidden dynamic, but I also want to slay it.
All my life, I’ve bumped into stupid rules that have made no sense, and every time, they have knocked me down.
Not this time.
I am going to have Sebastian. I don’t care what the rules are. This time, I’m trusting my heart and doing what feels right.
“Because I’m a grown-up, entrusted with your care.”
I take his hand and guide it down to my waist, shivering as his fingers clench against my skin. I push his touch into my butt, forcing our hips together. “So take care of me.”
“There are rules, Lily.”
“I know. But we’re the exception.”
“There is no exception to this rule.”
“It didn’t apply that first night. And we can’t unring that bell.” I writhe inside his grip. “We tried pretending this isn’t a thing. That didn’t work. If you want to take care of me, let’s be honest about what I need.”
“We can’t do this.”
“I know you think that.”
But he doesn’t let me go; he can’t. I feel that in his body. He’s vibrating with tension.
Just like that first night, he needs a release.
I’ve been studying him. Listening to people talk about him.
He never dates, never leaves campus. That night on the highway was probably an aberration.
My poor, horny headmaster. Stuck in the middle of nowhere without a safe hole to rut all his delicious tension into.
I can’t fuck him in the library. It would be wrong.
And it would start us down a path that would ruin us both.
His career, my future. I cannot fuck him.
That wasn’t my plan tonight. I didn’t even bring him to the library.
I just wrote something down and gave it to him.
He sought me out. That’s how I justify what I do next.
With a shaky exhale, I sink to my knees and press my face to the thick bulge behind his fly.
Above me, he swears, then breathes my name. Coarse and then soft. That’s who he is, and I’m the only one who knows it.
I can’t fuck him, but I can help take the edge off his desperate need. Show him what is possible, and then he’ll make the next move.
He doesn’t stop me when I fumble with his zipper. As I reach my little fingers into his pants and find his erection.
I glance up at him as I stroke him, familiarizing myself with the hot, heavy length. The marvelous silky feel of his skin here, so different from everywhere else on him. I didn’t notice that the first time, but now I’m memorizing every detail for when I touch myself later.
And he smells good, too. I breathe him in as I find his gaze locked on mine. “Are you going to tell me to stop?”
“No.” A hoarse confession.
I smile. “Why not?”
“Because my cock is yours. It belongs in your mouth.”
Nodding, I lick the flared crown, tasting him for the first time. “Because this is right.”
“Fuck. Yes.”
“Good.” I take his cock into my mouth, and the guttural sound he makes matches the desperate wave of relief that rolls through me.
“Lily, your mouth.” He grunts as I swallow, savoring the taste of him. “You’re such a good girl.”
I squirm. The way he says that makes my thighs shake.
“You like that, don’t you? I see you, sweet girl.
I see you need me to tell you how smart you are.
Your essay was perfect. That’s why I….” He trails off because I’m bobbing my head, trying to find a rhythm.
“Yes, like that. Slower. Suck me harder, if you like. It feels so good. You can lick me or swallow me. Whatever you like. You’re perfect. ”
I’m floating on his praise now, eager to make him happy that he knows I’m trying to be good at this.
“I’ve missed you,” he whispers. “Told myself I didn’t need you, but it was a lie.”
I cry out and move my mouth faster.
“Yes,” he hisses above me. “Make Daddy come. Use your naughty little mouth the way I used mine between your legs. Make me come, and I’ll make you feel good, too.”
Make Daddy come.
I press up on my legs, shoving his cock deep into my throat, and make myself gag.
“Shh,” he murmurs. “Slow down. It’s okay. Take just as much as you can handle. I’m too big to fit the whole thing in your sweet little mouth.”
Daddy. Sweet girl. Good girl. Little mouth.
I shove my hand between my legs and grind my fingers against my clit.
He wants to spank me.
Daddy’s cock.
This is definitely on the horny grown-up side of the Google search.
“Lily,” he growls. “Hands off your pussy.” I cry out in protest, and he pulls his cock out of my mouth. “I’m serious. I want to feel you come on my fingers.”
I lift my hands in the air.
“Good girl.” He smiles. “Put them behind your head.”
I do as I’m told, which feels good in a new and unexpected way. There’s a happy warmth in my chest that makes the angsty ache between my legs bearable.
He rubs the head of his cock against my lips, telling me to open for Daddy again, and I part my lips.
“Do you like that?” He thrusts slowly, just the tip, back and forth over my tongue. “Can I be your Daddy? Take care of you in every way?”
I nod, my mouth full. Maybe that’s why he’s asking me now. I’ll have questions, but they can come later. Now it’s just a yes or no, and my answer is an emotionally charged yes, without needing to think about it at all.
I don’t know why.
I just know it’s right.
He strokes my cheek as he works his cock in and out of my mouth. “You’re going to make me come like this. Do you think you can swallow it?”
My eyes flare wide, but I nod again.
He speeds up, rocking more of his erection over my lips, making them stretch.
I panic a little, my breath coming in short, fearful pants, but it’s a good kind of fear.
He grabs my hands, linked behind my head, holding me still with one fist tight around my fingers, the other pressed against my jaw.
It’s exciting, and then he’s growling my name.
I feel a hot burst at first, a thick spurt against the roof of my mouth, and then his whole cock jerks against my tongue. He’s not moving, just his erection is. A slow pulse of flesh that delivers more of his come.
First, he decorated my skin with it. Now it’s filling my mouth. I try to swallow, but I choke, and he tells me to open my mouth, to let him go.
I didn’t know I latched on to his cock. I gasp, and he slides out of my mouth with a wet sound.
He tips my chin up, wipes the corner of my mouth with his thumb, and then slides that into my mouth. I suckle on it as I swallow down everything that was in my mouth.
“Are you okay?”
“It was more than I expected.”
He reaches down and picks me up with ease. Then he perches me on the window ledge at the end of the row. “You did an outstanding job.” Then he nudges my thighs apart with his fingers. Gentle. “Can Daddy touch you here?”
I nod.
“Tell me in your words, Lily.”
My voice shakes with desire as I spread my legs even wider for him. “Yes, you can touch me there.” I lick my lips. “If you’re my Daddy, then you can touch me anywhere you want.”
“You like that?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know what I mean when I say that?”
“It’s a dirty thing.”
He nods. “I’ve never been anyone’s Daddy before. It’s special. Just you and me. I don’t know why, but that’s how I feel about you. It’s all I can think about.”
“What does that make me?”
“My sweet girl.” His voice catches on the third word. “Or whatever you want me to call you.”
“I like that.” I pull my legs up, resting my heels on the ledge so my knees are bent, and my legs wiggle back and forth. “I like it when you called me good girl, too. But I always want to be….”
He watches me intently. “Say it. Anything.”
“I want to be a woman for you. I found this… sex… with you. And that’s meaningful to me.”
“You’re my woman, all right.” He leans in and brushes a hard kiss against my mouth. I catch his lips with mine, not letting him go. Begging him to deepen it, and he does, his tongue rough against mine. Claiming.
And as we kiss, one of his hands slides up my inner thigh, and he strokes me through my soaking wet panties.
Instantly, my body reacts. It’s a wild kind of tension, where I feel all stiff and yet liquid at the same time.
I need him to touch me everywhere, be inside me in every way, and I don’t know how to ask for it.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispers, but I can’t.
I don’t know.
“Do you want my fingers inside your panties?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me.”
“Pull them to the side. Touch me.” I gasp as he tugs the wet cotton out of the way, and I feel moisture roll down my bare skin, slicking my butt where it meets the window sill.
I close my eyes, dead from mortification.
I’m going to leave a mess in the library. I’ll have to pack up my stuff and leave in the middle of the night because this is so wrong, and we can’t stop. I need him to touch me more, spread that wetness everywhere, use it to shove inside me.
“Tell me more.”
“Can you put your fingers inside me?”
He groans. “Yes. Hold on tight.”
I cling to his broad shoulders as he finds my entrance and slowly eases one finger in, stretching me open. I buck my hips, making it sting. But yes, oh that. I want more of that full feeling. Of Daddy’s fingers inside me, of Sebastian fucking me with his hand. Oh, God.
“More,” I pant. “Deeper.”
“You’re so perfect.” He kisses me again as his finger pulses just inside my entrance.
“One day, I’m going to fuck this sweet little pink pussy.
You’re going to climb on my cock and work it into you, just like you’re working on my finger.
Yes, just like that. Good girl. So good.
Take it. See? You’re fucking me. Feel that? Your body is making room for more.”
“I want it.” I lick my lips, feverish now. “I want your cock. Fuck me.”
“Not here.”
“Then where?” God, I’m whining, it’s embarrassing, but I need him.
“I’m not sure where yet. We’ll figure it out.
” He rubs his thumb against my aching clit, then slowly teases a second finger at my entrance.
That’s enough to make me see stars. I cry out, and he covers my mouth with his.
I come on his hand as his thumb rubs a reassuring circle over my clit.
His lips seal in the sounds I’m making, and his other arm circles around me, holding me tight.
“My beautiful Lily.” He groans; that’s the best name of all that he can call me.
He’s my Daddy.
And I’m his Lily.
He stays inside me as I pulse around him, only withdrawing his fingers after I’ve finished my orgasm.
Then he carefully licks my taste off his fingers before leaning in and brushing another kiss on my mouth.
“Be patient,” he whispers. “We’ll be together, eventually.
But you have to be good, okay? No more dirty stories pretending to be writing assignments. That isn’t safe.”
“I know.” But my chest aches as he steps away from me.
There are eight more weeks in this term. I need to finish my thesis project, write some non-horny creative writing things, and do my best to not jump the headmaster again.
It’s an impossible to-do list.