Honor Student

chapter Nine

We pulled up in front of an old warehouse on the outskirts of town. He hit a button on his visor and a large bay door opened as we drove inside the building. It was dark, except for a few sporadic security lights that lined the huge cavernous room. He got out of the car and I unbuckled my seatbelt as he made his way to my side. He opened the door grabbed my arm as he pulled me from my seat. He closed the door behind me and pressed me back against it, his hand circled around my bottom and pulled me against him. I could feel how badly he wanted me, as he pressed into me harder. His lips hovered above mine as I breathed in his air. “You can say no at any time.” He warned as he hungrily licked his lips. I pushed my hips into him harder and he let out a ragged breath. “Do you understand?” he asked and I nodded my head. His free hand wrapped in my hair and tugged harshly as his lips brushed against my ear. “Do you understand?” he asked again.

“Yes.” I breathed into his ear.

“Yes what?” he asked demandingly.

“Yes, Sir” I replied and he moaned as his teeth caught my earlobe, tugging and sucking on it.

“Good girl.” He replied and his words made me melt. “Follow me.” He said and his body lifted off mine. He held my arm as he pulled me behind him over to an old stairwell at the far corner of the room. We made our way to the next floor of the old, seemingly abandoned building. He grabbed the keys from him pocket and unlocked the deadbolt, pushing the door wide open. I could not believe my eyes. The large room was separated into different living spaces, painted in dark rich browns. It was incredible. “Not what you expected?” he asked as his eyed my expression. I shook my head no, as he pulled me inside and closed the door behind us, locking it again. He let go off my arm and I trailed behind him as he walked to the far side of the room. He stopped at an island in the kitchen. He dug around in the cabinets and I waited awkwardly on the other side. He came up with a bottle of liquor and two small shot glasses.

“Oh, I can’t.” I said, waving him off. He poured shots into both the glasses and slid one closer to me.

“You will need this.” He smirked and slammed back his shot. I bit my lip but decided it was probably a good idea. I gulped back the shot and did my best not to make a face as it burned my throat. He refilled the glasses. “I have very particular taste.” He said as he drank his shot and I followed suit. I looked around the room, taking in the beautiful dark colors and abstract artwork that lined the walls.

“I like your taste.” I said shyly.

“That’s not what I meant.” He relied with a grin as he refilled the glasses. “I like to be in control.” He explained. “But I will never do anything you don’t want me to do.” He continued and the conversation was making me nervous. He walked around the island and placed his hand on my neck, sliding his fingers down over my chest, stopping just before reaching my breasts. I arched my body towards him and bit my lip with anticipation. His breathing was heavy and I could tell he was struggling with whether or not to go through with this. “I understand.” I replied.

“If you understood you wouldn’t keep biting your lip like that.” He replied, his voice low. He leaned in to kiss me, pushing his body against mine. I backed up against the island, the counter digging into my back. I ran my hands over his chest and fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. My fingers shook with nervousness. He captured my hands in his and held them. “Have you ever done this before?” he asked, his eyes searching mine.

“I don’t make it a habit of sleeping with teachers.” I replied tartly.

“That’s not what I meant.” He said, and I knew exactly what he was asking.

“No” I replied shyly, looking into his chest, afraid to make eye contact.

He pushed back from me, his expression shone of horror. Feeling embarrassed, I crossed my arms over my chest.

“Look at me.” He demanded but I could not bring myself to do it. “Look at me.” He growled as he took his fingers and tipped my chin up. His eyes searched mine for a moment and he looked just as upset as I was. “I can’t do this.” He said quietly and ran his fingers through his dark hair. He turned his back to me and I wished I could disappear. The alcohol was warming my body and I suddenly felt overwhelmed with emotion. I felt the tears welling up in my eyes. I knew I could not keep them from falling so I headed towards the door.

“I’ll find my own way home.” I called behind me, trying to hide the shaking in my voice. Mr. Honor followed and grabbed my arm as I reached the door, turning me around to face him. My tears had begun to fall and as he looked at me with sadness, I could not stop them. He stared at me for a moment with pity. I wanted to scream. I pulled my hand from his grip and left, slamming the door behind me. I made my way down the dimly lit staircase. I realized my books where still in his car but I decided to leave them. It was taking all of my strength not to break down and cry. I just wanted to get as far away from here as possible.