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His words have always held authority over my mind, reeling me in like a hidden fishing hook ready to pierce the top of my mouth.
The way his fingers would trace up the line in my tights underneath my skirt, delicately and curiously inching close...
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(4617 words) "If you go, I'll stay you come back, I'll be right here."
Amy Haynes
His words have always held authority over my mind, reeling me in like a hidden fishing hook ready to pierce the top of my mouth.
The way his fingers would trace up the line in my tights underneath my skirt, delicately and curiously inching closer as his eyes watched me intensely.
He always cause my skin to crawl with anticipation, the darkness that always crawled out of his lips when we locked eyes along with the strict rules that were already set in place for us.
He taught me well, treating me gently in the times for my education and future— while also treating me with untamed morals and deliciously rough treatment. He gave me every single thing my body was quietly screaming out for.
He saw me and I saw him.
04. 11. 2020 2 months earlier
"Do you have the blue ones? You know I hate the fucking apple flavored shit," Val hovers over my body, her chin resting on my shoulder blade as I'm guessing her eyes following my hands.
"Yeah, I do." I smile to myself, feeling the dirty crumbs at the bottom of my bag as my fingertips reach around to find the small baggie filled with those blue candies.
"Class, you have a minute to find your seats and open your books to page 43." Our teacher calls out, in the same calm voice he always uses. I could hear the class begin rushing to their seats as if the clock started clicking faster when he said that.
"Hey, hurry it up!" Val whispers into my ear eagerly, her fingers crawling up my back and clutching my shoulders with a little snicker.
"Hold up, I can't fucking find it." I huff, my fingers become more desperate with my eyes snapping up to the clock ticking at the front of the class. "Where the hell are you?"
"Just— here," In seconds, my bag sat on her lap and her ass was on her chair, leaving my eyes wide and my hands frozen slightly above my desk. She doesn't look up to me, but rather continues to rummage through my bag as the bell rings loudly and the class's attention turns to Mr. Tomlinson.
"Do I have everybody's attention?" He asks gently, I know he's doing the usual look around the room but he never looks at the edges of the walls.
I know this because I've managed to pop several candies into my mouth without him noticing many times. In this spot, I'm even more invisible to him.
As I tuck my hair back and quickly tie it into a low ponytail, I hear Val gasp happily and I peak over to see her red nails pinching the small bag up. "I found it!" She squeals quietly.
