4. Kayden
KAYDEN
I should really stop pumping my dick to images of her, but I can’t help myself.
Remembering the way Madelyn panicked, how she tried so hard not to break and let me help her.
How she wanted to escape me. Knowing the power I still hold over her gets me hard.
I’m aware of how inappropriate it is, locking myself in my office to jerk off. But no matter how hard I try, living with temptation is tough enough.
She’s the reason I’m back here in Clearwater.
I’ve got a list of things prepared for her. Payback. Make her mine just once, even if it hurts.
That, and taking everything away from my father—but that’s been put on hold the second I found out from Madelyn that my old man developed dementia while I was gone.
That was a slap to the face. And still, fucking karma for Lucas A’gosto, who always seemed to have everything put together so well.
Who sent me away because he couldn’t stand me staining his perfect little life.
Like hell I’ll visit him. He can rot in his house for all I care.
Madelyn did me a favor by getting me sent away and forcing me to be on my own. Getting me away from his constant abuse and reminders of how defective I am. Never the good son, never the smart or most capable one.
The rotten apple.
I grip my cock and focus on her, imagining her sliding my length into her mouth.
My little fixation during all these years I’ve been away.
Of course, I didn’t tell Maddy that I’ve been living in a neighboring town for years.
She knows I never ended up enlisting in the army, that I ran away the moment they left the airport that damn day they tried to send me away seven years ago.
I stole and used one of my father’s credit cards until I maxed it out.
But she doesn’t know he only bothered reaching out when the bank called him about possible fraud, months after, never looked for me.
And what did he call for? As if cutting me off from his money wasn’t enough, he wanted to tell me he was cutting me out of his will, too. That I’m nothing to him.
You’re on your own, kid.
Was he sick by then? Maybe. I don’t really give a shit.
Maddy doesn’t know I lived on the streets for months, either, switching between that and couch surfing, until I managed to find a sketchy job that paid enough to get me a tiny apartment with roommates.
I’ve been watching Madelyn for years from afar, carefully curating when would be the perfect time to strike back.
Her school having an opening after the P.E teacher and the hockey coach showed up drunk to work came as a surprise.
I mean, they were undercover alcoholics.
Otherwise, they wouldn’t have taken free shots from me when I lured them out and offered them to them. Lunch time is too early to drink.
Forging teaching certificates, given my familiarity with computers, wasn’t hard, either.
The perfect opportunity for me. Who needs two different people for these jobs when I can do both?
They couldn’t resist me. Just like Madelyn can’t. Even if she doesn’t wanna admit it to herself.
In my imagination, she’s sinking onto my length. Bobbing her head back and forth as I dig my fingers into the back of her neck and make her gag while she coats me with her saliva.
Fuck.
I suppress a groan.
My eyes close as I let my imagination run even wilder.
Now, I’ve got her with legs spread wide open, against my desk, here in my office. She’s dripping wet, her arousal leaking down her thighs. I spread her cunt with my fingers and hover above her center before ramming into her tight little hole.
Ruining her feels so damn good.
Kayden. Her sweet voice screams. Please, fuck me harder.
I’ve always been good at creating stories in my head.
My hand dances along my cock. Pre-cum escapes my tip, hot, sticky liquid coating my palm.
Fuck. I’m so hard. I need this. I need this release.
I pound into Madelyn, making her scream. Her nails claw into my back, leaving marks.
I don’t stop, even when she begs me to, when she says she can’t take it anymore.
I don’t until we’re both lost in ecstasy, until my dick is twitching inside her, and I’m filling her up overtime.
Her body falls back, and I embrace her, tracing kisses along her neck, whispering one word into her skin.
Mine.
Mine to take care of. Mine to keep. Mine to ruin. Mine to fuck. My dirty little sin.
I fade out of my fantasy and open my eyes, grabbing a tissue from my desk and cleaning up the mess I made.
Tucking myself in, I unlock my office door and pretend this never happened.
Some people prefer to indulge in a healthy dose of porn, hookups, or boring hobbies to divert their minds from their darkest desires. I opt for embracing them. I thrive on the chaos of it.
I get turned on by teasing my stepsister in the most creative ways.
The latest one? Her precious diary.
I couldn’t resist, really.
I had no idea she had kept the notebook I prompted her to use as a diary or a place to jot down notes all these years ago. But Madelyn took my suggestion and ran with it…and what a way to do so. By filling it with dirty thoughts.
Taking it paid off. The look on her face was priceless. Heck, I almost came in my pants from it. Call me crazy, call me mad, but Madelyn is the best thing I’ve never had.
Our history is complicated, and I don’t blame her for thinking I made her life hell and being pissed at me.
I did for the most part. I recorded the video that ruined us, cut us short before things heated up even more.
But I didn’t leak it, and I have no idea how it ended up showcased to the whole class, but it did.
If only she had put her trust in me and hadn’t doubted me.
Right when I thought she might be the one to accept me and my broken pieces, she let me down.
She didn’t expect me to come back for her.
Fuck, slipping back into my little demon’s life was so damn easy.
It’s like the universe wanted me to do it.
I was doing well for a while, keeping tabs from afar. But the look on Maddy’s face when she found out I was the new P.E teacher and hockey coach?
Priceless.
I jerked off to that look, too.
It’s mundane things like that that keep the monster in me, my darkest side, satisfied. While the easygoing, harmless side puts on a face for everyone else.
Nothing satiates my thirst like Madelyn does.
Keeping her on edge, on her toes the whole time. Watching the way her face contorts when she’s terrified but pretends she’s managed to pull herself together.
There’s something so satisfying about pushing her buttons and seeing how far she’ll let me go before she snaps.
Seeing how far someone like Maddy will go to get her precious diary back.
The plan was to take it home, enjoy it from the comfort of my bed, with my hand on my cock again.
But now I’m not so sure I should wait.
I read an excerpt when I first took it, and it is juicy.
Just as juicy as her cunt must be when she thinks about these things.
She might look innocent, with those big brown eyes, rolling a piece of chocolate hair around her finger. Covering her little curvy body underneath office outfits.
But in the privacy of her home, she’s a dirty little whore, hiding between the pages of that diary.
A diary I knew I needed the second I accidentally peeked at it when I caught her writing in it once.
Bringing it to school was a terrible idea on her part but leaving it unattended was her worst mistake.
I slip off my necklace, the one with my whistle, the key to my office, and the key to my drawers, where I keep things I don’t want the students to see. Confidential stuff.
And Madelyn’s diary now, too.
I remain seated, leaning to the side and reaching down to the last drawer with my hand.
Push the key into it and twist. It doesn’t click.
I frown.
Did I forget to lock it?
I pull forward, and the drawer opens with ease.
My heart catches in my throat. My eyes do a double take.
No. This can’t be.
Fuck me gently with a katana. There’s no fucking way.
I crouch down and rummage through the drawer.
My palms come out empty.
It’s not there. The diary’s gone.