Mr Sinclair pushes against the door opening it! I'm so screwed! I walked out of form and now his caught me skipping! Fuck!
He barges his way in, the door closing ominously behind him. The next thing I know his hand is around my throat and his lips attack mine.
I shove at his chest and push him off
'you don't get to kiss me you jerk' I shout.
'Abby I'm sorry, this morning was a misunderstanding, I'm so sorry sweetheart' he coaxes. He steps forward and strokes a finger down my cheek.
'You embarrassed me' I cry, he swiftly wipes at my tears pulling me against him.
'I know baby, I'm sorry' he tucks my head into his chest and lets me sob on his shirt.
Once I've calmed down he explains himself
'I thought you were disobeying me Abby, I sent the new seating plan to your email over the weekend, I thought you'd seen it' I'm dumbstruck. 'What seating plan'
'I changed the seating plans so I can keep you close Abby' he sighs 'I'm sorry'.
I cross my arms across my chest.
'Grovel all you like, you still acted like a jerk! You're so not forgiven'. I'm being a little bitch but I can't help my sour mood. He upset me! Embarrassed me! and sorry is so not going to cut it.
I go to walk away but he grabs my hand and pulls me back.
'Let me show you instead' he whispers.
His hand coils into my hair and he kisses me passionately. The defiance falls away and I kiss him back. He moves us backwards so I'm trapped between him and the wall. He kisses along my jaw then my neck. His hand fiddling with his belt and trousers. They full to the floor with a clank.
His hand releases my hair, trails down my side leaving my skin tingling in its wake. He pulls my leg up gripping firmly then lines himself with my entrance. He grabs my other leg so I have to trust him to not drop me then he slides himself slowly into me. No foreplay needed. I moan out at the intrusion. He doesn't fuck me though, this time he makes slow burning love to me. It's gentle. Caring. Loving.
When we're finished he pulls out and releases me. We get dressed then I grab his hand and pull him into the kitchen. I make two cups of coffee for us, add milk and sugar then we sit down together at the table.
'You know you're supposed to be at school Abby' I chuckle and retort sassily back
'you know you're supposed to be at work sir' he grabs my chin with his thumb and forefinger. 'Don't push your luck Abby, you submit to me'. He releases my chin and we carry on drinking in comfortable silence.
Once we're finished he grabs my bag the latches on my hand.
'come, school' he drags me out and places me into his car. Buckling my belt for me. He walks swiftly round the car, gets in and drives us back to school.
When we get there he walks me into reception. I hand my pass back to the receptionist then follow him back to his classroom. Mr smith is here.
'I see you've found her' he gestures to me.
'Yes, Abby apologise for your behaviour this morning' I look down and murmur
'sorry sir, it won't happen again' mr smith stands, nods curtly and leaves abruptly.
'Sit at my desk Abby' I trail to his desk and plop down in the chair.
'Mrs smith has given you homework, while you wait for your next class complete it'
'I can go back to class still?' I question.
'This morning was my fault, I'm not going to punish you for my foolishness, I'm dominant not a prick'. He chuckles 'You have detention though'
He leaves me to do the homework while he tidies up the classroom. Mr smith apparently let the class he covered eat. All the rubbish and left over food goes in the bin. By the time I'm finished the homework the bell goes.
'Abby remember to come see me at lunch, I'll be in the hall' i nod then scurry off to my next class.