I don’t know how much longer I can sit here moping around in my bedroom before I turn into a slug. The last two weeks have been abysmal, consisting of nothing more than Chex Mix, Netflix, and my favorite pair of pajama pants. If the men from the mansion could see me now…
I have Mr. Hartford to thank for this. I might as well refer to him as that, right? If he can’t stop thinking of me as Nikki Wilson, his former student, then why shouldn’t I think of him as anything else than Mr. Hartford, my former teacher? Maybe that will help stop all the pain I’ve been going through over the last fourteen days while I sit here wishing he would get in contact with me.
The next step is going to be to get a real job. But what will that be? I don’t even know, but I sure won’t be going back to the mansion anymore. Not now that my dad’s debts are paid off.
I told him this will be the last time I go to work for him, and he looked at me like he understood. It won’t be the last time he gambles, though. I know that. But I won’t set foot in that place again – not in front of those men. Alyssa can do what she wants; she always had a stronger will than me when it came to things like that. I’m finished.
Maybe I’ll waitress, or go work at the movie theater. Anything would be better than having to deal with those men who think they run the world or think they own me.
My phone rings and I glance at it to see a number I don’t recognize. Normally, I wouldn’t answer, but for some reason tonight I do.
“Hello?”
“Nikki.” My heart skips a beat at the sound of Russell’s voice. I sit up in bed, feeling dumbstruck.
“How – how did you get my number?” But I immediately know the answer. Alyssa.
“I’m downstairs,” he replies. “You wanna let me in?”
I rocket to my feet and look at myself in my full-length mirror. Panic immediately floods through my body. “Give me five minutes!”
The next five minutes are a whirlwind of me doing my hair and makeup, ditching my pajama bottoms and sweatshirt for a pair of short-shorts and a cute-top, and cleaning my room like I’m back in middle school and my mom is coming in for an inspection.
Then, with my heart pounding and my adrenaline racing, I re-dial Russell’s number. He answers on the second ring.
“All set?” I can hear the smile in his tone.
“Yes,” I reply as I take the stairs down to the front door. “But I had no idea you were coming over, okay? So don’t judge me.”
“Don’t worry, Nikki. I’m sure you look just as gorgeous as you always do.”
I feel myself melting inside as I unlock the door, but I still need to take a deep breath before I pull it open.
And there he is, Russell, standing there looking just as handsome as I remember. He’s not wearing a suit this time, but instead has a light-wash pair of jeans on and a worn white tee that shows off the size and shape of his incredible arms. It’s understandable that all the girls in his class, as young as we were back then, thought he was cute. He could pass for a model right now the way he’s standing with his hands in his pockets and one foot cocked out to the side.
“Hey, there,” he says with a smile.
“H-hi,” I reply, feeling the blush all over my face.
“Mind if I come in?”
I desperately want to say yes. Just seeing him again has me tripping all over myself with excitement. But at the same time, I also want to kick him squarely in his balls for what he’s put me through since I last saw him. So I cross my arms defiantly and glare back at him.
“Maybe I do,” I say firmly. “Maybe I do mind, mister. Maybe I mind a whole lot.”
I doubt I’m being that convincing, as a hint of a smile comes over Russell’s face. He takes a step closer. I know I should step back, but I can’t. All I can do is feel myself growing hotter as he reaches out and takes hold of my waist.
“I wanted to apologize.” God, his voice is sexy. So sexy. Just having his hands on me again is causing a throbbing between my legs. “For the way I handled things. That was wrong of me and not the way a man should have behaved.”
“You’re damn right it’s not.” I jokingly hit him on the chest with my fist, causing his smile to broaden. He pulls me closer, and a rush of memories from when he claimed me that special night come flooding back to me. It’s like a special drug crafted only for me, and I’m suddenly light-headed.
“But I’m here to make it up to you, gorgeous,” he whispers, running his hands slowly up my waist. “I see you for what you are now.” He keeps going until he reaches my breasts, which he cups and squeezes possessively. “A full-grown, sexy woman that’s constantly on my mind.”
I’m breathing heavily now. My heart is pounding, and naughty thoughts are filling my mind. “A sexy woman?”
Russell nods and grinds against me, letting me feel the bulge beneath his pants. “I don’t even think you were in my class, were you?”
“I don’t think so.” I smile.
“In fact,” he continues, “I’m going to be transferring schools at the end of this year. And you know what that means, don’t you?”
A jolt of excitement hits me like a bolt of lightning.
I open my mouth to speak, but before I can, I’m being forced back into the house. The door slams shut behind me, and the next thing I know, I’m on my back on the couch with his hands all over me. Exhilaration rushes through me, nearly leveling me, as our lips meet and we kiss like our very first time together.
I hook my legs around his waist, feeling his enormous, thick bulge press against my womanhood. At the same time, he grabs my shirt by the hem and lifts it, forcing my arms up, and pulls it over my head and tosses it aside.
Happiness overwhelms me. Exposing myself in front of him – showing him my body again – floods me with a sensation that is unequal to anything else I can imagine. Dancing at the mansion was something I did basically under protest. I had to show myself to those men to make money for my father and his poor choices. But showing my body to Russell is something I want to do. When I see the look in his eyes as he gazes down at my breasts, I swell with pride and feel complete as a woman.
Almost as if in response, Russell removes his shirt too, giving me a view of his tremendous chest. How is it an elementary schoolteacher has such an incredible body?
I can’t even help myself. I reach out and begin tracing the lines of his muscles with my fingers as he goes to work undoing the buttons on my shorts. I’m entranced. With every deep breath he takes, his chest expands, causing it to grow even wider than it already is.
“You’re like a Greek god or something,” I mutter. Russell laughs, tugging my shorts down.
“No, gorgeous. I’m just a man entranced by your beauty.”
He unzips his pants with his thick, strong fingers and pulls them down, leaving us both in our underwear. But the next thing he does is reach down and lift his cock out and set it on my lower belly, letting me feel its weight like it’s some kind of thick snake. It’s hot too, and thick, and as he moves his hips side to side, the tease on my clit sends bursts of sensitivity through my body like electricity.
“I’ve been missing this,” I whisper. “Missing you.”
“Tell me about it,” he replies with a grin, hooking a finger in my panties and tugging them aside. “We never should have been apart, and it will never happen again.”
“Promise?” I ask, feeling helpless and hopeful beneath him.
He fixes his eyes on mine and nods, causing my insides to flutter with delight. “Promise.”
Then he slides his tip between my sopping folds and splits me. I moan as he penetrates me and spread my legs wide, giving myself over to him, wanting it more than ever.
There’s no pain this time, just the full relief and bliss of being taken by the man I’ve been missing for the last two weeks. I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck and clutch him in an embrace as he begins to thrust. Pleasure balloons inside of me, encompassing my entire body like an invisible force. The lightheadedness I was experiencing before is nothing compared to what I’m starting to feel now.
Russell’s hands are working overtime on my body. The way he caresses me has me feeling like a goddess – the only woman in this world worthy of his attention. And that’s a feeling that has me ready to erupt with joy.
The more he pounds me, the more he closes the gap between us. These last two weeks, there has been space between us, but he’s removing that now. His thick arms wrap around me, holding me tight, his palms gripping me, kneading the flesh of my bottom as his manhood drills into my core.
“I could do this forever,” he whispers, kissing up my neck as I breathe his scent into my lungs. The intensity is growing inside me. This man is absolute magic, and I’m caught up in his spell.
“I’m yours whenever you want me,” I moan, suddenly aware of the sheer size of his cock inside me. I’m starting to clamp down on him. I’m close. I’m right at the brink now.
“Christ, that tight, wet hole,” he growls, thrusting deeper, harder, with longer and more deliberate strokes. “You’re so warm and so goddamn good, baby. I can barely even hold out when I’m inside you.”
Everything in me lights up when I hear this. It’s like an ignition for fireworks about to be sent up into the sky. And the very next second, his fingers thread through my hair and clench, and he tugs my head back, exposing my neck like he’s about to bite me into me like some kind of savage monster. But instead, he kisses me quickly, passionately, as his cock begins to swell within me.
I’m right there, and so is he.
“Take that cock, you gorgeous little slut,” he growls. His words shock me, and I gasp and go hot all over. “But you’re not a little slut anymore, are you? You don’t dance for those men, do you?”
“No!” I moan, grabbing tighter on to his neck and back, digging my fingers into his muscles.
“You’re mine and only mine, aren’t you?” The possessiveness in his tone is such a massive fucking turn-on. I had no idea I would be okay with him talking to me like this. But he knew.
“Yes!”
“Say it,” he says, grabbing my neck with his other hand with just enough pressure to make me feel like I’m being chained up.
“I’m yours,” I reply, my climax rapidly approaching, every nerve in my body tingling, my skin hot like I’m lying out in the midday sun.
“Louder!” he growls, tightening his grip, pounding me harder. I can hear the sound of the couch banging against the floor with every single one of his strokes.
“I’m yours, Russell!” I cry out as my orgasm hits me. “Fuck!”
We come together. His cock flexes, and I feel a hot, sticky spray let loose inside me as my climax rocks my body and sends me into convulsions. It’s all I can do to hold on to him for dear life as he sinks his manhood into me as deep as it will go and does what a man is supposed to do to a woman he wants.
He’s breeding me.
That’s all I can think as his cock pulses inside me. I’m not on birth control. He doesn’t have a condom on. There’s a good chance I could get pregnant from this, and I’m okay with that. I’m completely fine with it.
