Detention, page 5
“That is such a contradiction,” I whimpered, grasping the bedsheets tightly in my fists.
“If you weren’t a slut yesterday, we could’ve gotten you on something easier, like the pill.”
I scrunched my nose and stared up at the ceiling. “I was not a slut.”
She giggled and moved her fingers up my thigh, preparing me mentally for when she’d thrust an IUD deep into my pussy, which would stay there for, like, seven years. “Fine, not a slut. A horny slut.”
“Ichika! I was not a—”
While my pussy lips were spread, I felt something metal being shoved up into my vagina. Then, there was immense pressure suddenly deep inside me. I groaned out in pain and squeezed my eyes shut.
A moment of pure agony later, Ichika sat back. “All done! See, that wasn’t bad.”
Still in lingering pain, I narrowed my eyes at her and flared my nostrils. “I hate you.”
As she pulled the speculum from my vagina, she laughed again. “You’re welcome.”
I wriggled up to a seated position, the pain slowly subsiding, and crossed my arms. “Thank you for putting me in so much pain, Ichika. You’re the best cousin ever. What would I do without you?”
Raising a brow at me, she walked to the sink to wash her hands. “Get pregnant.”
“Wow.”
“Like I said, Sakura, you’re welcome. Now, when are you gonna tell me who it was?”
I threw my feet off the side of the bed. “Never.”
“Since it’s your first time with an IUD, I can prescribe you some pain meds,” Ichika said, humming, twirling around in a swivel chair, and grabbing a prescription slip from the cabinet. “You might get some cramps throughout the day.”
When she handed me the prescription slip, I hesitantly took it and glanced down at the paper. I had seen one too many of these at home because of Mom. Not only did she work at the pharmacy, but she was also always at the doctor’s office with another excuse for being hurt.
After my cousin turned back around to write a couple of notes in my file, I crumpled the prescription up and stuffed it into my pocket. I didn’t care if I had cramps today or not. I didn’t want to become addicted, like Mom.
I hated her for it.
Everyone did. Even Dad did, but he refused to divorce her.
“Make sure to bring that to the pharmacy,” Ichika said, opening the door. “They should have it ready in, like, fifteen minutes or so, and then you can go home or to school. But I’d recommend you stay home.”
While I appreciated her advice, I couldn’t miss many more classes. I had already missed one period earlier in the semester because I had to talk with my advisor about college. Today was already three periods wasted.
Which meant … I’d missed Literature.
Once I waved good-bye to Ichika, I hurried to my car, slipped into the driver’s seat, and pulled my phone out of my backpack. As I’d suspected, nobody had texted me, asking where I was today or if I was sick.
But I didn’t care.
At least not about anyone else, except him.
Scrolling to my school email, I spotted three new emails. One from my History teacher. One from Calculus. And one from … Gym. I sighed and slumped my shoulders forward.
Gym? Why the heck would gym class need to send me an email?
Grumpily, I shoved my phone into my backpack and drove to Redwood Academy. I steered through the staff lot of parked cars, spotting Mr. Avery’s black car with tinted windows in his designated spot.
Whenever I stayed after with another teacher, I always saw him leaving in it. I wasn’t too good with car names, but it was sleek and dark and mysterious, just like him. Something that I could see myself inside of, in the backseat, letting him thrust into me during lunch.
I blew out a deep breath and found my parking spot in the student lot. After grabbing my backpack, I walked up the sidewalk to the main entrance and then into the main office, listening to the secretaries chatter about how sexy Principal Vaughn was.
I nearly puked in my mouth.
“Hi. I need a late pass,” I said.
The lady glanced up at me and readjusted her glasses. “Name?”
“Sakura Sato.”
After she began typing into the computer, the office door opened. A tall, slender, and inherently creepy Principal Vaughn walked into the room with a fake smile on his face and thinning gray hair that looked like he’d tried to dye it multiple times without luck.
Giggling, the secretary stopped everything she was doing and leaned forward. “Principal Vaughn, the staff meeting is the third door down the hallway. I can take you there, if you’d like me to.”
Hold it together, Sakura. Don’t puke in disgust.
“I’m fine,” he said, peering down at me. “Are we late today, Miss Sato?”
“Just had a doctor’s appointment.”
“Ahh, I see. You know, I never …” he continued speaking, but I couldn’t focus because the door opened again and the Physics teacher walked in with Mr. Avery beside him.
When Mr. Avery glanced up at me, I froze.
Dressed in a dark gray wool sweater, Mr. Avery sported messy, dark hair and the same stubble that had tickled my neck yesterday afternoon. Warmth gathered between my legs as his eyes darkened with fury.
I had missed his class today. And he was mad.
“Right, Miss Sato?” Principal Vaughn continued.
But I didn’t know what the hell he had said, so I nodded along and watched Mr. Avery walk down the back hallway toward the staff meeting today. His back was taut and tensed against his sweater.
Just as he was about to enter the room, he peered back at me with those devilish eyes that promised he’d punish me later.
12
callan
Sakura had skipped my class.
I sat in the teachers’ meeting room, listening to Vaughn go on and on and fucking on for the past three hours. All the department heads were required to attend this bullshit meeting, and I couldn’t get her out of my head.
This meeting had better be finished before the end of the day.
My phone lit up on the table, a notification from Bitch, my dear wife, on the screen. As Vaughn talked away about something, I unlocked my phone, ignored her message altogether, and opened my email.
I scrolled through all the unopened emails and spam, and then I stopped at my messages to her. An email chain of three messages last night, to and from Sakura Sato, her teasing me, telling me that she would be a brat from now on.
Minutes passed, and all I could do was stare at them, wait for her to message me, email me, do something. I had been waiting all day to talk to her after that little stunt she pulled last night, after having her as mine yesterday.
When the last bell rang throughout the room, I tightened my hand into a tight fist and glared at Vaughn, hoping he’d hurry the fuck up. I had people to catch before they had the chance to slip out the exit doors and leave Redwood Academy for the night.
Once Vaughn finally shut his mouth ten minutes later, I stood up from my seat, grabbed my notes, and walked to the exit, growling to myself. We had sat in a three-hour meeting, and he couldn’t even let us go before the day ended for everyone else.
I hated him.
For more than just that reason.
“Callan,” he called from inside the room.
Fuck.
Deciding that I had nothing better to do, especially because Sakura had to be long gone by now, I turned around on my heel and faced him. She had no reason to stay past the end of the day unless it was for another class. No other teacher would give her detention.
“Can we do this another time, Vaughn? I have a wife to get home to.”
Fucking lie, but who cares anymore?
“I wanted to talk to you about Sakura,” he said. “She’s in your class, right?”
What the fuck does he want with her?
“Yes,” I said, keeping myself in check.
But on the inside—on the fucking inside—I wanted to rip him apart for even speaking her name. He rarely spoke about students other than some of the girls on the cheerleading team. I didn’t know what he wanted with her.
“Why?” I urged.
“She’s top of the class,” Vaughn said. “A stellar student.”
I stared at him for a few moments, trying to figure out what kind of game he was playing. I didn’t know what it was, but I didn’t like the tone of his voice, the way he had said her name, or how he had called her a stellar student.
We all knew that already.
Did he find out about the detention? Did he know that my hands were all over her?
“She is,” I said, tapping the edge of my notebook against a table. “And?”
“I’m sure she excels elsewhere too,” he continued.
Holding my tongue, I nodded. “She has told me about the volunteer work she does.”
“Hmm … volunteer.”
After examining the scrawny, balding principal once more, I took my notebook again and walked to the door. The more he talked, the more fucking weird it got. Vaughn always had that creep vibe to him, but I didn’t know what he was getting at.
Nor did I want to stay to figure it out.
Skipping pleasantries with the other teachers who had stayed behind to talk in the office with some of the secretaries, I gritted my teeth and walked out of the office and toward my classroom to snatch my car keys.
Yet when I turned the corner, Sakura bounced up and down on her toes right in front of my door, distracted by her phone. I walked up to her from behind, glanced around to make sure nobody was watching, then seized her by the back of the neck.
When she sucked in a sharp breath, I shoved her into my classroom and locked the door behind us. I’d spank her ass red for sending me that email last night, for skipping my class this morning, for pressing those thighs together and smirking at me when I’d seen her in the office.
Sakura would pay.
13
sakura
Warmth exploded through my pussy as Mr. Avery shoved me into his classroom and locked the door behind us. I wriggled out of his hold, turning around to face him and clutching my books to my chest—like this wasn’t what I had wanted.
After I put a couple of feet between us, he immediately closed the distance, slipped between my legs, and pressed me against his desk. He snaked his hand around my throat and forced me to look up at him.
“You skipped my class.”
I spread my legs a couple of inches wider, letting him nestle himself between them and grind his bulge against my pussy from underneath my skirt. He trailed his free hand up my sheer stockings until he reached my hip, bunching my skirt up by my waist.
With his dick pressed against my aching cunt, I couldn’t think of an appropriate response. All I could imagine was him inside me already, him pushing his fat cock between my wet pussy lips, filling me.
“I … I know,” I said.
Which wasn’t the answer he was looking for.
He growled and strummed his fingers up the column of my throat. “Why?”
Not knowing what to say to him—because I would not tell him that I had a gyno appointment to get an IUD stuck up my uterus for the next seven years—I shifted.
“M-Mr. Avery,” I whispered, “I … I’m just here to get the notes I missed during class.”
Chuckling darkly, Mr. Avery shook his head and lifted my chin. “You’re not here for your missed notes, Miss Sato. You’re here for your punishment for skipping today.” He dipped his other hand between my legs and cupped my pussy. “I can tell by how wet this pussy is for me.”
When he drew the tips of his fingers against my clit, over my panties and stockings, I gripped on to his shoulders and stared up at him, whining softly, “N-no. I’m not here for … for that.”
“Yes, you are.”
Spreading my legs even wider, I slid onto his desk and pushed my hips as close to the edge as possible, wanting and needing to feel his bulge against my entrance. He thrust it against me a couple of times, taunting me with it.
A whine escaped my mouth. “Please …”
He curled his lips into a devilish smirk. “Please what?”
I didn’t want to say it. I still couldn’t get past how wrong this was.
“Please what, Miss Sato?” he asked again, his fingers slowing down, threatening to stop completely.
“Please, punish me,” I whimpered.
He didn’t know how long I’d imagined him inside me. I hadn’t been able to get him out of my mind, to stop craving the feel of him inside me again. I had thrust a couple of fingers up into me, but nothing as big as him.
Nothing had ever felt as good as him either.
After sliding his hand further up my throat, he gripped my jaw and peered down at my lips. I clenched, the heat rushing to my core, and started moving my hips up and down against his bulge, desperate for him.
“Please,” I begged.
Before I could stop him, Mr. Avery twirled me around and bent me over his desk. Pressing himself against me from behind, he leaned over me and grabbed a notebook and pen from his desk, placing it in front of me.
“Write I will not skip Literature with Mr. Avery a hundred times.”
“Write it?” I repeated, wondering why he wasn’t giving me a different punish—
He slipped both hands underneath my skirt from behind, found the seam of my stockings between my legs, and tore a hole into them to give himself better access to me. Once he undid his belt, he pressed his head against my entrance.
“Start writing, Sakura,” he ordered.
Aching for him inside of me, I grabbed the pen, opened to a clean page, and wrote.
I will not skip Literature with Mr. Avery.
I will not skip Literature with Mr. Avery.
I will not skip Literature with—
My pen veered off the page in a squiggle as Mr. Avery plunged himself inside me. I tilted my head back and clenched around him, moaning out in pleasure. He slithered one hand around my waist and between my legs, finding my clit. He placed his other hand on the desk beside the notebook.
“Continue,” he growled.
I will not skip Literature with Mr. Avery.
I will not skip Literature with Mr. Avery.
He rubbed my clit through my stockings and thrust himself up into me over and over, driving me wild. After pushing some hair behind my shoulder, he dipped his head and sucked on the column of my neck.
“You feel your pussy tightening around me?” he murmured, steadying his thrusts.
Pulling out of me slowly, then filling me inch by inch.
Pulling out of me slowly, then filling me inch by inch.
Torture. Pure fucking torture.
I focused on the sheet of paper, writing as quickly as I could. He rubbed my clit faster, pushing me closer to the edge until I was about to tumble over it and come all over his cock. But then he stopped.
“You don’t get to come until you learn your lesson. Continue writing.”
When I started writing again, he pumped inside me faster than before, his thrusts erratic. I desperately tried to hold my pen steady, but the higher he pushed me, the harder and harder it was for me to write legibly.
I will not skip Literature with Mr. Avery.
I will not skip Literature with Mr. Avery.
I will not skip Literature with Mr.—
“Rewrite the last five,” he growled into my ear. “I can’t read them. And if I can’t read them, then you’re not learning a thing.”
Whimpering, I crossed out the last five sentences I had written and rewrote them, my handwriting only a tiny bit better. I could barely write a thing steadily with Mr. Avery grunting into my ear and pounding inside my pussy.
“P-please …” I whispered, brow furrowing. “I’m so close.”
“Then, you’d better start writing faster.”
“Mr. Avery …” I moaned.
“Write.”
I will not skip Literature with Mr. Avery.
I will not skip Literature with Mr. Avery.
I will not skip Literature with Mr. Avery.
As if he could feel my body tighten the way it had before I came undone, he rubbed my clit hard and fast. “Don’t you fucking come,” he growled. “I’m going to push you past your edge, and you’d better hold yourself together and finish writing.”
My pussy clamped down on his dick as I continued to write. Moments … I was damn moments away from coming. And he wanted me to hold myself together?! I placed a shaky hand on the notebook so it wouldn’t move with me and pressed my pen harder onto the page.
With his free hand, Mr. Avery seized my nipple and tugged. Hard.
I bit down on my lip so harshly that I drew blood, all to stop myself from coming.
I will not skip Literature with Mr. Avery.
I will not skip Literature with Mr. Avery.
I will not skip Literature with Mr. Avery.
“Don’t come,” he growled.
But the more he said that, the closer and closer I came to exploding around him.
“Don’t come.”
I clenched harder.
“Don’t come.”
“Mr. Avery!” I cried out, finishing the hundredth sentence. “Please! I learned my lesson!”
He continued pumping into me. “Don’t come.”
“No!” I wailed. “Please, I’ll do anything. Anything.”
“Anything, Miss Sato?”
“Yes,” I panted, fingertips turning white on the desk. “Anything.”
“You get to come around me on one condition,” he said, pumping into me. “After I come inside your cunt, you drop to your knees, stare up at me like the desperate little slut you are, and suck your juices off my cock.”
“I’ll do it! Now, please, can I—”
“Come for me, Sakura.”
I threw my head back and moaned louder, my entire body trembling. Ecstasy exploded through my pussy. I doubled over the desk as my core pulsed around his throbbing cock. He slammed into me one last time and came deep in my pussy.
When he pulled out, I dropped to my knees, stared up at my professor, and wrapped my lips around his dick. I bobbed my head back and forth desperately, trying to take all of him inside me. I needed to please him. Badly.
