Chapter 27 - Saint
“Can anyone tell mewhen the United Nations was founded?” I removed my glasses and scanned the room for raised hands. “Miss Alonso?”
“In 1945 after the Second World War, sir.”
“Good, can anyone tell me who founded it?” I looked at Levana, she concentrated on writing. Since the blowjob, she’d become withdrawn and I was hard-pressed to find out why. Cian nudged her friend then irritated with her, raised her hand. “Yes, Miss Jackson.”
“It was founded by fifty-one countries, sir.”
“Good. One of its aims is maintaining international peace and security. Can anyone tell me another?” I looked around the class, no-one raised their hands. “You’re going to be tested on this next week. Anyone want to try answering without checking their textbooks?” I looked at Levana again. She was scraping her nails. “No takers? Even if I buy you lunch.” Everyone laughed, except for Levana. Concealing my annoyance, I sought her out. “Don’t want to give it a try, Miss Singh? For a slice of chocolate cake, perhaps.” She looked up and glowered at me. “Okay, grass then? For a late-night snack perhaps.” There were a few sniggers but no one was aware of our private joke, so I didn’t call them out on it. When she still didn’t answer, I tried a different tactic. “Miss Newton, perhaps you’d like to try?”
As if she were preening for a modelling competition, Samantha’s body snapped up. “Um...” She looked around, willing support. If I knew her well, she didn’t like to be caught unawares.
“It is an international organization also committed todeveloping friendly relations among nations and promoting social progress, better living standards and human rights,” Levana answered, her response bored indifference. “I’m sure you know what human rights are. You know the thing that corporal punishment goes against.”
It was a direct dig at me. I reined in my frustration. “That’s good, Miss Singh.” I caught the eye rolling almost daring me to inflict punishment. “I’m glad you think corporal punishment should be forbidden and probably why it excites some people.” I watched the other’s heads bounced between the two of us while we debated. “Because we all know that it is typical human behaviour to go after what’s forbidden, correct.” I cocked a brow.
“Is it? I wouldn’t know, since I haven’t gone after anything forbidden.Yet.” Her emphasis on the word told me she was up to something.
The abrupt peal of the bell had her looking away. I waited for the class to start dispersing and watched while shestuck a lollipop into her mouth and shouldered her bag. “Miss Singh?”
Her reluctance in the way she dragged her feet, she neared me. “What do you want, another blow job perhaps.” She lavished me with a smirk I hadn’t seen before. “Or perhaps you’d like me to bend over your desk this time?”
“I fuck women, not little girls,” I gritted, annoyed.
Moving closer, she planted both palms on my desk and leaned forward, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. All I could focus on, was her lips wrapped around that lollipop she appeared to be sucking with an avaricious aplomb. Memories of those lips around my cock, surfaced. I immediately hardened, cursing the effect she had on me.
Then she opened her mouth again, “yet, my hot little pussy has left a spicy taste on your tongue that you crave. Don’t you,sir?” Her words rendered me speechless.
Fuck!She knew exactly what she was doing emphasizing that single word I desired most. How many times had I asked her to call me sir? Falling from her lips, it sounded sweetly submissive just like I’d imagined so often, yet something I knew she’d never be. Regardless, I had to admit that this girl had it in her to ruin me and she didn’t even know it.
“I’m your teacher, Miss Singh, and you’re in a classroom.”
“Really?” she scoffed. “You conveniently forgot you were my teacher when you shoved your cock down my throat and made me swallow your cum in this very classroom.”
Christ, this girl was a bundle of paradoxes I hadn’t bargained on. Shy around her father, awkward around her mother, protective around her friends, belligerent around bullies and arousing as fucking hell around me. And by God I wanted to fuck her again. Not just her mouth but both her sweet virgin pussy and that beautiful rounded arse she deliberately swayed in front of me, every moment she could. The idea of pinning her to the chalkboard right now-....
“And that’s not going to happen again,” I warned, reining in my wayward thoughts. “Now, behave yourself.”
“Or what?” She licked the lollipop suggestively. “Are you going to punish me?”
The thought had crossed my mind since the first day she decided to challenge me. Bending her over my desk and taking a riding crop to her arse every time she opened that feisty mouth of hers had me harder than a fucking steel rod.
She’s goading you, I snapped. Shaking my head, I glared at her. “Trust me, little girl, if I punished you, you wouldn’t be able to sit, let alone walk, for a week,” I growled, sorely tempted to teach her lesson in submission right now.
The realization I could come from watching her pain morph into pleasure, angered me. Was it her rebellious attitude, her ignorance over her sexiness or that she was my student that was pissing me off? I couldn’t decide and my exasperation burgeoned.
As if she could sense my internal struggle, one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows arched, her lips curving in a devilishly sinful smile. “Wanna bet?”
Time to nip this in the bud. This thing between us, whatever it was, would never work. The variables of it going to shit were too many to ascertain. Slowly, I rose, pressing my fingertips into the hardwood, I leaned closer. “Are you that desperate for my cock, Levana?” That was below the belt, but it was the only way I could get through to her.
She gasped, her sassy expression crumbling like a mirror shattering into a thousand pieces. Fuck, I knew that wounded look, I’d seen it that night I rejected her at the ritual. This time though, those large blue eyes, pale and glittering with unshed tears, those pink lips, turned down in a saddened droop, did something to my insides—an unfamiliar twinge of guilt blasting through me like a wrecking ball I didn’t see coming.
Immediately, I regretted my words, and it was on the tip of my tongue to say something when she straightened and barked out a short laugh.
