Prologue During the day, he wouldn't even look at you. Yet when you slipped, so did your Teacher. Not that you care Chapter 1 Your day had been the busiest since your last year as Head Girl commenced. Field trips recurred often during the cold, dead months before Christmas, and somehow it was always you in charge of counting your peers when they arrived and when they came back. The Headmistress once told you that one of your roles as a head Girl is to make a traditional visit to each Head of House to accept their well wishes on your last, great work for these walls. You had visited everyone but him. This visit was by far your favorite, even surpassing the one with your insufferable Head of House- Bless the man. Not because you were afraid (you were), not because you tried to postpone it as far as you could. No. You were still there, waiting to be invited. The truth was, and you had to admit it to yourself, Sergio was the one teacher you didn't want to visit because he enticed your soul. You didn't know how to describe, what happened inside you every time you glimpsed at him during classes or staffroom meetings. The sheer, irrational force of it terrified you, a fear of the unknown that you shouldn't dare to feel. Yet, your fingertips shook whenever Sergio was around, whenever he intoxicated your dreams at night, and you woke up clammy, heated. It felt brutal, raw, dangerous—a dull ache of the soul, a sick pining, a spiritual anguish. "One, two, three..." you repeated mechanically as you counted each student who walked past you and into the open doors of the entrance hall, checking the endless list in your hands. Some friends stopped to have a quick chat, and as it was with girls your age, you always ended up talking about boys. They always asked if you fancied somebody, and you always lied, feeling the shame of your forbidden dreams. "Okay, but what do you like in a man?" they pushed further. You rolled your eyes, mulling it over in your mind until the words eventually found escape from your lips. "A man who knows more than I do," you said, with a slight blush on your cheeks and eyes bashfully gazing beneath your eyebrows. Boys loved it when you did that, but you couldn't care less if he would never be allowed to appreciate it. "That's ground-breaking coming from a top student! C'mon, tell us more," they urged. You spared a timid glance at the first fall of snow adorning the nude stone courtyard, the grey sky weeping snowflakes the same shade as your gazing eyes. Boys loved those too, but it didn't matter. "I'd like him confident, capable, intelligent. One who can be trusted and whose decisions I can feel sure to follow." You couldn't quite stop yourself from adding, "One who knows how to lure a soul." Your friends did not understand the meaning behind your words. They craved a man who would bring joy, lightness, and levity to them. Nothingness in exchange for nothingness. Nobody at your age yearned for heaviness, stomachaches, lumped throats, stormy thoughts that could haunt you for days, and bared souls bound to scorch each other like planets crashing into the sun. They wanted a beautiful experience; you wanted everything. You would get nothing, you knew that not if you didn't stop yourself from pining after your teacher who was so obnoxiously loyal to the rules, so ruthlessly severe. Maybe even expelled you for it. Your friends left you, the last students got counted, and you glanced once more at the courtyard. Your heart dropped when you noticed who you hadn't before. Sergio was there in all his black glory, talking with your Head of House. Had he heard your shallow conversations with your friends? Did he think you were just as shallow? You shuddered when you realized you had to cross the courtyard to get to your next appointment, right past where the tall man was rooted in place like a statue withstanding the snow. You could've seen the white dots on his jet-black hair from a mile away, softening his imposing demeanor. Some of his students had a snowball fight with him on the grounds, and you wondered how it must've felt to be allowed that closeness with the epitome of reservedness. You had to reach your next thing to check off your to-do list, there was no other way. It would've been dumb and thoroughly unlike me to walk around the entire hall and find another exit just because of Sergio. You steeled yourself, pinned the first name on the counting list with your pen, and crossed the courtyard as unfazed as you could, each step herculean. One, two, three... You passed the fountain. One, two, three... Good heavens, you were the Head Girl: you must acknowledge your superiors! Alright, deep breaths. There were worse things in the world, even if the plague of his non-existent attraction towards you would have you screaming your head off on a cliff. It was due time, you were almost there. You scanned the list once more, briefly lifted your face, met Felix’'s eyes, and bid your polite words, then passed his in such a swift sweep they were reduced to black, blurry buttons flitting past your sight like a comet. Only, Felix never truly knew when to shut up and be unfriendly and detached as his dear colleague. It wasn't in his blood, bless him. And most certainly curse him, if you had the guts to do it. "Ah! Miss Ellis, dear!" You forced yourself to stop in front of them, model-student smile and all displayed for them to see and approve; only one would appreciate, of course. "You're heading to basketball practice, correct?" "I am, sir. The weather won't stop us." Felix chuckled, brimming with pride. "Fabulous! Sergio and I were just deciding to join the stands." You were going to die. You were so going to die. Sergio's lip curled, raining all his disapproval down on the mustache man. "I didn't decide anything, Felix." Ah, so he was a victim of Felix's insufferable games too. You found that quite amusing, but your face remained pleasantly neutral; a pretty, blank thing one could not glean a thought from. "The cold is still accessible, we should enjoy it as long as we can Sergio! You'll have plenty of time to rest in your Laboratory when the snow grows thicker." "I have a lesson late in the afternoon," Sergio said forcefully, baritone prowling on gravel like a panther ready to pounce on the poor man. Although the world was freezing over, you were incandescent. Body aflame, a goddamn blaze in the snow, and his voice started it. He started it. He glanced at you for a second, conveying the very fact that such a lesson was the one you had in your very timetable with the other few selected pupils sitting in Advanced Chemistry. Was he trying to get help? Did he really think you could persuade Felix of all people? You stayed neutral in their diatribe, offering Sergio an empathetic smile and nothing more. He scowled at you, of course, and you felt as though you were going to regret that without a precise reason. Your prickling hair on your body knew something you weren't still allowed to know, apparently. Again, you dreaded the unknown. Felix had to quietly altercate with him for some minutes, you had to obediently stare at your shoes for some minutes to respect their privacy and wait for orders until the little man squeaked in delight and led the way beside Sergio, you dutifully in tow. You stayed with your eyes glued to the whitening ground, clutching the list to your chest as your wretched, evil mind sieged you with unspeakable thoughts about the man so close in front of you. You observed his tracks, the staggering difference compared with Felix's, thinking about another staggering difference where he slowed down and walked with you, making you feel intimidated and conquered by his sheer size. You frowned so as not to clear your throat and show embarrassment, flicking past your list over and over again, rewriting each tick over and over again with feigned focus. Oh, this was disheartening to witness: the fall of the virtuous Head Girl into depravity. How fucked in the head you must be too long for a teacher? An older man? Not so older though, he wasn't even thirty and... shut your mind up. You weren't going to pursue an illicit affair with a superior or with anyone ever in the future. You knew better. You were raised better. "Ever the duty-driven girl. Come walk with us Miss Ellis, you don't have to tail us like a poult, don't be scared!" You pressed your feet harder on the path and prayed for a trapdoor, but you weren't swallowed by the earth and no deity granted your wish, thus you simply had to obey. Your fast-pacing heart didn't matter, nor did the anxiety get to you. You must follow whatever the staff told you, you quite frankly never mattered. That was the secret to a perfect Head Girl. They parted to let you slip between them, your eyes still didn't dare wander higher than the snow perched on sturdy blades of grass. Felix trapped you in infernal small talk, so at least your face had to show a modicum of enthusiasm whilst discussing subjects and maneuvers. Sergio was brooding in silence; you never once felt his eyes on you, he never had to perceive yours on him. Nice and appropriate you were, the stark contrast of the lecherous dreams replaying in your mind so outstandingly brute you had to recognize a certain quality to your acting skills. Meek, meek, meek. That was your role to play. Alas, something had to go astronomically wrong sooner or later. Quite simply, you exploded. All rationality left you when you tripped on a stone, cavorting forward ready to smush your face into the ground, and oh, the fall was going to be so painful... yet you didn't fall. Long fingers wrapped around your entire ribcage short of brushing your underboobs, tensed and strong stealing you from gravity, literally lifting you off the ground for scarce centimeters to put you right back on your own two feet. The movement caused his hands to push upward, and you felt your breasts briefly lift too before he let go of you as fast as lightning. You were a living bonfire. Sergio saved you. Sergio touched you. Sergio lifted you as though you were a grain of sand and not a house of organs, skin, and hard bones possessing a certain degree of weight. You were a feather in his hands, he could do anything he wanted to you and you needed him in a way that almost brought you to tears right there and then. It wasn't a silly schoolgirl crush anymore: you were starting to suffer from it. You were sick, nauseous just by the way his hands had surrounded your torso like the coiling snake wrapping around a naked Eve as one of those paintings on the walls of the castle. "Careful, girl," Sergio warned, already averting his infamous stare. "Are you alright, dear? You look suddenly pale." Felix asked, unbeknownst to the swarm of destruction and passion ravaging your stomach. You coughed. "Yes, I am sir, I hadn't expected to trip." You turned your chin towards your chest when you forced your eyes to meet Sergio. "Sorry for my inattentiveness, sir. Thank you for catching me," you added in something slightly louder than a whisper. "Indeed." He sneered, walking on his own and leaving you two behind. Felix huffed. "Ah, that boy. Come on Miss Ellis, let's get you to the changing rooms." You drifted off, eyes glued to the man prowling in front of you, no longer feeling the need to avert your obvious stare, not when the ghosts of his hands were eroding your skin, cutting through the fabric. You didn't want to look at anyone else now that he touched you. Chapter 2 As the chemistry class droned on, You found yourself struggling to focus. Your gaze kept drifting towards Sergio. You focused on writing everything down. His eyes were fixed around the students’ every movement like a predator seizing the clueless prey, only you were much too aware that all of a sudden Sergio was unable to look at anyone else but you. How he managed to do that while not drawing attention to his leering, you would never know and would always admire. As the others got to work, you felt Sergio stopping right by your side. You gulped, then craned your neck. There he was, preying on you with a single, assertive look. "Miss," he said softly, "did you understand what I just said?" You nodded, he squinted. "Yes, sir." "Be sure to have written down each word that I spoke," he ensured no one was looking, then leaned slightly forward. "I wouldn't want to let go of you anytime soon." You blushed so quickly it was almost comical, shrunk under his glare like any other student though he wasn't talking to you as though you were one, and that drove you bonkers. He had flipped a switch within him in a day, and you couldn't wrap your head around when that happened. Did you do something to make him act like this? You liked it, but things in reality were always stronger than dreams and the real Sergio was completely something else. His interest was a doom before it was a blessing, yet you wanted it all the more. You were not able to deny the burning dangerous energy that simmered between them any longer, even though you knew it was forbidden. The sickness in you increased, you reined your anguish and showed him your perfect notes. He inspected them, sniffed in all his haughtiness, and decided to shake your core once again with a "Good girl" unwrapping from his sinful lips, raining on you like drops of hell fire. This class was going to test you, that was for sure. After the class finally ended, You weren't that hungry. You were dreading something, and it held your body on edge. Sergio had the decency to aid your sense of impending doom, the kind man. "Miss," he said imperiously, though with a hidden note of something. "I need to see you alone right after dinner. My office." You couldn't stop yourself from blurting out a weak "Why?" Sergio didn't chide you; instead, he smirked. "It's high time I invite you for your traditional visit, is it not?" Oh. He had finally found it in him to fulfill his job and invite you to his office. Right about time. You weren't happy about it. Yes, you didn't have to wait anymore, but that worry was simply switched with great anxiety about what you two were going to talk about, what he was going to do. You were getting your hopes high, and he would make a fool out of you if he knew your silly little mind was conjuring salacious endings for your visit. It was only tradition. You would leave his chambers bitter and unscathed, nothing else. "Of course, Sir." You were out of there in a flash, everything else was a blur; the scarce food you ate, the people you talked to, the things they said. Your world slowed partially down only when you sped to your rooms to shower and change into something less formal but still appropriate. You chose skin-color tights, soft-heeled shoes, a white wrapped skirt that stopped mid-thighs but wasn't risqué, and a blue long-sleeve with a square neckline. You looked like a ballerina, which you were as a matter of fact but only during summers. You decided to better your low bun to appeal to your professionality and that 'clean girl' look you've always had about yourself. You used your favorite perfume and stepped out of your safe bubble. There was no time to dawdle around anymore: you had to reach his office. Each step ignited the spiritual anguish roaring in your chest, but you pushed through and eventually stopped in front of his heavy door. Your skin muted in goosebumps in the blissful silence of the corridor, predicting, foreseeing. Well, no time to run now. You knocked, and the door opened by itself revealing Sergio standing there, dressed in a tailored suit. His dark eyes locked onto yours, a mixture of hunger and anticipation shining within them. "Miss Ellis," his voice dripping with seduction, walking up to another door. "Come." He opened it, revealing a slice of what looked like a living room; his living room. Sergio was inviting you to his chambers, and he stood on the open threshold of it as you quite frankly stared at him as he looked every inch the Devil, and you looked every inch an angel. This was what your skin knew all along. Were you truly honest with yourself, you had known it all along too that he would surely have you visit him in there from the way he behaved all afternoon. You were only too loyal to let go of the image he portrayed around everyone. You steeled yourself, aware that you were entering his lair, unreachable to get help. What help would you have needed? You were shamefully wet just like that. Conscious that something illicit was going to show its truth tonight, you walked in. Sergio closed the door behind you—it made a heavy, definitive sound. His chest almost brushed your shoulder as he stopped at your side, head tilted down. You offered him your usual timid smile, waiting to be asked to sit. He went for grabbing your hand; you flinched despite your mind and body screaming at you for being so squirmish and prudish when you knew what you wanted, and Sergio was proving to be the biggest rule breaker of all. Why were you still feigning dignity? There was none left. Sergio could fuck you into the sofa that very moment without asking for your consent and you would give him your body and soul for his hands to mold. He inhaled deeply, a breath that morphed into a low grumbling. "Do you allow me to touch you, Miss?" You nodded He gently slid his fingertips from your shoulder to your knuckles, eliciting goosebumps in his wake, shortening your breath. His body shuffled closer, leaving a narrow corridor between you. Your hand disappeared underneath his, making you squeeze your thighs; if only you weren't so hellbent on staring at your hand, you would have caught his sharkish grin. Your eyes met his, and in that moment, all pretense and hesitation evaporated. His eyes had completely changed; they were honest and open, yet all the more frighteningly magnetic in their truth. Time seemed to stand still as your bodies tangled together Sergio held you by the waist and pinned you against the door, his lukewarm lips overlapping yours. Then he went down to your collarbone, leaving lovebites along the way, and finally gave a bite above your breast. His slender fingers slid down to your belly, and his leg slipped between your legs, forcing them to stay spread - as if you were NOT already so eager to open yourself to him. He fingered you at a tantalizing pace until you were curious enough to feel another finger, the stretch a little painful. Sergio was patient, he listened to your moans and hisses, sending your brain into spirals of endless pleasure until you were stuffed with three fingers making lecherous noises. Your legs trembled, he thrust his hips upward for friction and when the man rubbed circles on the little swollen nub he had purposely abandoned, you teetered on the edge as something hot coiled in your stomach like trillion tendrils of fire tugging down. That was when he lifted you and sat you on the bed. You frowned at him, feeling an animalistic need to scream your frustration in his face. What was he doing? "Can I undress you?" Sergio asked with urgency, lips often uncovering his teeth. Your own thoughts abandoned you when Sergio’s finger circled around your mound, tantalizing your clit without touching it. “Please...” was all you could manage. He quickly undid your disheveled dress with such expertise that made you wonder where he got his proficiency. Sergio’s voice got lower in his most dangerous tone, his aggressive scent burning into you, making you more exposed than you thought you could ever be. “Please, what?” he teased, circling his finger relentlessly around your pussy. “Please stop? Or please continue? Do enlighten me, Miss Ellis.” “Enter me!” you cried out. Well, yes, you would forget it. You would forget you had writhed under his touch, begging him to fuck you with all his might. “As you wish.” A finger pushed inside. Then two, with a thumb massaging your clit. Your natural lubrication leaked through where they were intertwined and Sergio’s lips twisted into a near smile. “I was wondering whether you would be incapable of taking my manhood. Now just see how much nectar you have produced to welcome me, Miss Ellis.” “Sir...” “Roll over. Kneel down. Legs apart,” he demanded. You did as told obediently. Your limbs were not only obeying his words but also following an instinct to please him as you exposed your entirety to him, traces of your essence streamed down your thigh. “It might hurt,” he croaked. Sergio smirked and unbuckled his trousers, letting them fall right under his bum. He slowly lowered his tented boxers as well, and the object of your desire jumped into view hitting his stomach. Long, girthy, and perfectly straight, the red mushroom head appeared and vanished again as he lazily fisted his cock. His tip entered you with no difficulty. Sergio fingered your clit as he pushed himself inside. The magnificence of his pillar startled you. Bracing yourself on your shaking arms, you moaned out in a broken voice, hands clutching the sheet. “Sir!” Sergio ignored you and thrust his cock past your virginity. You cried out again, this time you couldn’t tell agony from pleasure. He remained still for you to accept his arousal, placing himself in a more comfortable position. Your tensed muscles relaxed as Sergio placed his hands on your nipples and affectionately pressed them, his tongue licking your earlobe, sending sparks down your spine. Amazed at your flexibility, you bucked as it had become less agonizing to take him in. Giving you an approving kiss on the back, Sergio threw his head back and rode you. The rhythm started from a slow, rocking one before it turned wild beyond all your fantasies. It was like swaying on a boat struck in a maelstrom with your hands tied behind you. Your sheath devoured Sergio’s cock and released it as he pulled it from you. Every time he forced it inside, a burning sensation shot along your vagina, blurring your mind into an unfocused spiral. He showered you in his passionate kisses. You never knew he was able to hold so much, so much passion inside that well-covered soul without slipping a drop in public. He lightly blindfolded you with your sleeve. Therefore you had no idea where the next kiss would land, where he would press his lips against your soft, turned-on skin, where another flame of lust would sparkle and burn. This unexpectedness and helplessness made you even more aroused. “Sir!” you heard yourself panting in a high-pitched voice that you vaguely recognized it was your own. “Release me! Let me cum - ” “If it’s your real desire,” groaned Sergio, “beg me. Aloud.” The last whit of shame deserted you. You writhed at his mercy with brazen begging words flowing from your mouth, which you would never utter in any other case. He sped up, thrusting more and more vehemently into you, your legs almost giving up. Then the orgasm dawned. His cock - if you had awed at its monstrosity before, you almost worshiped it now - swelled to plug your vagina in an animal-like way to claim its property. The euphoria devoured every chip of your sanity and you were just drained of any energy. You collapsed down on the bed, Sergio’s penis still locked inside you. Your hands felt behind, trying to pull him near. He caught the signal. You let out another satisfied moan as scalding seed poured into your vagina in pulsing bursts. His cock was still in your sore pussy as the ecstasy ceased. “Like it when we play it hard and cruel?” he sneered. You answered by clinging to him, and deep in your heart - perhaps also in your vagina - you dreaded the moment you would finally let him go. He guided you to lie on your side, preventing the press of his weight so firmly against you. "I don't think I can get enough of you," he confessed into the silence of the aftermath. "I want to have you until you exhaust me, Miss Ellis." Back to formality, which linked back to the reality of your actions, hit you hard but not as painfully as you thought. "It's a dull ache of the soul," you explained, spent and landing back on earth from the celestial trip he took you on. "A sick pining. A spiritual anguish." Sergio chuckled, his hand already creeping up your thigh. "There must be a word for that." You were forever tainted by your sin, your lack of control. You were never going to forgive yourself, nor was he. For now, you couldn't care less. "Yes," you smiled, "there must be." Epilogue During the night, you were staring at him standing on the open threshold of his chambers looking every inch the Devil, and you looked every inch an angel. You both fell into the realm of pain, pleasure and to speak the language of the heartbeat.. I think you might like this book – "Dangerous desire (You & Sergio): student x teacher" by N Dark. Start reading it for free:https://amzn.in/4HE0Z9E Please help rating it on amazon or kindle