Sex With My Student -PartEight-

For the remainder of the lesson I sat there stringing Dylan along like a little puppet, every move I made I pulled a string and he reacted the way I knew he would.

   When I bit my lip he mirrored my reaction.

   When I licked my lips he mirrored my reaction.

And when I brushed my fingers against my neck he shuttered in delight.

   My games were working fabulously, but there was one flaw. This is way too easy; games shouldn’t be this simple. They should be complicated, unbearably difficult to play, or if they weren’t, what fun would they be?

   I contemplated on whether I should continue this behaviour and string him along further, or shall I put this stop to this? Shall I stop to pulling Dylan by his strings? Strings which will pull him further into a sea of lust, one which I would never let him escape. I was stuck between the two options; shall I let him be free? Or shall I keep him as my personal puppet? A slave to do whatever I wish?

   I continued to play my games with him for a while longer and I still hadn’t made a suitable decision. I was trying to slowly eliminate the sexual tension pouring from his body; he resisted strongly at first but then he came to reason, by letting our conversation settle into a normal flow with no hint of any sexual intention.

   I was comfortable with letting my game fade away, but then it came back and hit me right in the mouth almost forcing it to hang open. Dylan caught me off guard

“Want to get together? Like after school” I wanted to laugh slightly but my shock made it impossible, it took me a few seconds to shake my head slowly.

“No thanks”

“Why are you busy?” there was no way I was going to escape this without dragging us back into one of my little games. My mouth involuntary snapped shut wanting to say something mysterious to but I fought back the urge and controlled myself. I stared at him right in his cold eyes and shook my head, the tension built in his expression. I wasn’t sure which emotion was going to emerge so I went back to my puppeteer ways, I loosened my jaw enough to lick my lips slightly and murmur “No” he sucked in air deeply through nostrils and exhaled through his mouth, he snickered gently seeing the flirtatiousness meaning behind my refusal. Now this is where he really caught me off guard

“Just so you know Safire” he paused “I always get what I want”

“And what do you want Dylan?”

“I’m thinking... You” I let out a soft silky giggle “I can tell you’re something special” my fingers entwined together for a moment before I removed them, and began to remove some of the lip gloss from around my lips.

“I’m not”

“That’s hard to believe”

“Believe me I’m nothing special” He now tilted his face down towards the desk then by only moving his eyes up, he looked at me.

   I wondered whether this was his flirtatious, mystery look, or just an odd way he added a bit more tension to the conversation. Never the less any other girl would have found this an attractive look of seduction, but unfortunate for him, I didn’t.

“I think you’re special” my finger traced along the line of my bottom lip, I saw him try to contain a shutter of pleasure but it rippled across his shoulders. I hesitated before I slowly trailed my finer away; his eyes followed the movement of my finger as I removed it from my lips, pulled it past my neck and slid it gently along the table.

“Special in a way you can’t handle”

“But I’d like to handle it” he said with a slight hint of enthusiasm in his voice.

“I’m not special in a good way Dylan”

“I don’t care” I now lent considerably closer to him, keeping eye contact. He swallowed loudly, his cold eyes now full of desire.

“Trust me, you will” despite my warning his face lit up with a smile, he probably thinks I am playing him along now, giving him a reason to keep talking to me. To find out whether I am special. I l lowered my tone releasing the intensity in my voice when I next spoke

“You’ll be wishing you never met me” he began leaning closer to my body, I ignored his magnetic attraction for the moment but if it were to get stronger I would back away.

“Let me be the judge of that” I could hear the thirst in his voice. I backed away gradually

“I will” He drifted back into his chair and relaxed.

   For the duration of the period I concentrated on doing the next task Mr. Johnson had set, it was easy enough so it took no time at all.

   The room was filled with friendly chatter, the more casual everything got the more aggravation I felt boiling inside of me. I tapped my nails of the table trying to distract myself from the depression which was this period of photography

“So, have any second thoughts?” Dylan’s whispered into my ear, I didn’t even bother to look up

“None at all” before he could open his mouth something clicked inside of my head, I felt every sense in my body turn off and the thought of continuing the game with Dylan overtook my mind. I thought of nothing else, my mind wanted this, my mind wanted to twist his thoughts into feeling lust for me. I wanted a puppet.

“Why not?” I pulled my head up slowly flicking my hair over my shoulder and pulling his gaze into mine, he was locked on my gaze instantly. I licked my lip teasingly and said

“Maybe I’m just not into you” he scoffed but not from shock, but from flattery

“Hard to believe” he said so full of himself that I didn’t appreciate it, to my aid the bell sounded signalling the lesson was over. People quickly stood and oozed out of the door ready for their break period, I followed their lead and gathered my things up in a hurry but Dylan just sat there

“Don’t flatter yourself” I said with a hint of anger in my voice, I forced my jacket on and walked up to Mr. Johnsons desk. In the short period the bell had rang his feet were planted on his desk and his chair rocked back, he looked so comfortable in his slobbish position “May I help you Miss. McCarthy?”

“My slip Sir” he didn’t show any sign of understanding “My student slip, I need it back”

“Ohhh” I pulled his feet down and stood from his chair, he searched for my slip but then pulled it from his pocket “Here you go Miss” he held the slip out for me to take, but when my fingers locked onto the edge I didn’t pull on it, I kept it in between us.

“Just to let you know Sir, I enjoyed you’re lesson, I found it very insightful” I gave him an innocent but playful smile

“Thank you” is all he could say, I pulled the slip from his fingers

“No; thank you” I turned around from his desk to leave him standing there; I pranced over to the door giving Dylan a wink before I stepped out the door into the chaotic hallway.

   People blurred in front of me walking so fast I couldn’t concentrate, people shot in all different directions which made it confusing in which way to walk. I talk a step out of the doorway into the chaos of the hallway and everything changed, nobody wanted to touch me, there seemed to be some sort of invisible film within a meter perimeter around me allowing nobody in. I took a right which lead to the place Connor had left me earlier; I seemed to walk like royalty in the hallway or maybe some contagious disease which nobody wanted to contract. But either way nobody wanted to touch me, this made me happy. It seemed like everybody was curious to see who the new girl was, and to their surprise this new girl would shake this snobby school apart in my quest to make a change.

   This new girl was Safire McCarthy

Hopefully I was a contagious disease.