Teacher's Pet Page 4

  He unbuttoned his jeans.

  "Please, no. I'm sorry."

  He ignored me and pulled his hard cock out of his pants. "Suck it."

  "No."

  He grabbed my face and leaned closer to me. "Suck my fucking dick." I shook my head. "I'll bite it," I whispered.

  He shrugged. "Then I'll knock your teeth out. And I'll kill your parents."

  I gasped. "What?"

  He stared into my eyes. "I'll kill your parents," he said, a cruel smile forming on his face. "I have your purse, you know. I know where you live. Or maybe I can text them from your phone and tell them that I'm alone and scared and want to meet them in an abandoned parking lot…"

  "Stop!" I cried. "Please just stop. I'll do it." He nodded his head. "Smart girl." He grabbed my breast and squeezed it. "Have you ever done this before?" I shook my head no. He grinned at me. "Such a good girl. I'll make it easy on you. I'll do all the work. You just lay there."

  He rubbed himself against my lips. "Open up." I parted my mouth slightly and he shoved it down my throat. I gagged as he laughed at me. He thrust in and out of my mouth, choking me. "Mmm baby, just like that. Keep your mouth like that," he muttered. After what felt like an eternity but was probably only about 5 minutes, he told me that he was about to come. "Swallow it," he groaned. "Fucking swallow it." I had no choice either way when he came down my throat. I choked and gagged and forced myself to swallow it. He stayed in my mouth for a minute then pulled out. "That was awesome. Thanks baby." He laid beside me catching his breath while I sobbed quietly with humiliation. David reached his arm around me and pulled me to him. "Shh. Don't cry. You'll learn to like it."

  I cried harder.

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  I laid on the bed staring at the wall. David announced he was going to get us something to eat, but I barely noticed that he left. I couldn't stop thinking about his threat. He knew where my family was. He knew who my friends were. I was terrified that if I said or did the wrong thing he would hurt somebody that I loved. The door unlocked and David came in with two sandwiches and a pitcher of iced tea. "Hungry?" He asked. I shook my head. "Well at least have some iced tea."

  "Ok," I whispered. Anything to get the taste of him out of my mouth. He ate and I drank in silence. After a minute he said, "I have something for you." He pulled a pad of paper and a pen out of his back pocket. "Make a list of any make up or whatever that I can get for you. I’d like it if you put some effort into your appearance. I'll go shopping tomorrow. Also let me know what you like to eat." I nodded. "Can I take a nap?" I asked. I couldn't handle a conversation with him right now. I didn't want him anywhere near me. "Sure princess." He kissed me on the head. "I'll leave the sandwich in case you get hungry."

  I watched him leave. The key was attached to a chain around his neck. He unlocked the door, slipped out, and locked the door behind him. The way that he could be so hateful one minute and pretend that nothing had happened the next minute was scary. I sat staring at the paper. What could I ask him for that would help me escape? I started a list.

  Food:

  Kale

  Quinoa

  Lean turkey

  Egg whites

  Toiletries:

  Black eyeliner

  Deodorant

  Black mascara

  Black eyeshadow

  Silver eyeshadow

  Razor

  I was sure that David would want me to shave. Maybe I could take apart the razor and use it against him. At least I found out where he kept the key to the bedroom. I hoped that when he was sleeping tonight I would get a chance to get the key off of his neck without him noticing. I laid in bed for awhile thinking. He had to go back to work on Monday. If I couldn't get out tonight, I would spend my day on Monday figuring a way out of here.

  David came back into the room. "You didn't touch your sandwich."

  "I'm not very hungry," I said softly.

  He sighed. "Look, I'm really trying to make you as comfortable as I can. If you don't like the sandwich, that's fine. But you have to eat. Did you write down what you wanted?" I nodded and handed him the list. He looked it over.

  "Seriously? Kale? Egg whites? What the hell is quin-no-wah?"

  "Keen-wah," I corrected him.

  "Whatever. Aren't girls your age supposed to like pizza and Doritos or something?"

  "No," I said. "I don't want to get fat."

  He laughed. "I can't see you getting fat. You've hardly eaten anything since you've been here."

  "Well, I used to be fat." I snapped. "And when I wasn't being ignored, I got teased mercilessly for it. So I'm sorry if I don't want to stuff my face with crap all day."

  David started at me thoughtfully for a minute. "Take off your top."

  My heart started pounding. "Why?"

  "Come on, just do it. I won't touch you." Knowing by now that arguing was useless, I pulled the sheer top over my head. He nodded. "Good girl. Now the bra." I swallowed hard.

  "David, I don't..."

  "Just do it," he interrupted me. "I promise I won't touch you. I just want to see."

  With shaking hands, I reached around and unhooked the clasp. I let the bra fall down my arms. David smiled. "See? You weren't fat. If you were, your tits would be saggy. They're perfect." I crossed my arms over my chest. He laughed. "Well I guess that explains why you're so self conscious. You shouldn't be. You know I think you're hot."

  I glanced up at him, a new idea forming in my head. "You think I'm hot?"

  "Of course. I wouldn't have chosen an ugly girl to be my wife."

  I swallowed hard. "Thanks, David," I whispered. Willing myself not to break eye contact, I slowly lowered my arms. He stared at me, confused. "Do you want to touch them?"

  He sucked in a breath. "You want me to touch them?"

  No.

  "Yes," I said softly.

  He walked over and climbed on the bed slowly, as if expecting me change my mind and freak out any second. He reached out and grabbed my breasts, gently squeezing them and rubbing his thumbs over my nipples. "So hot," he muttered.

  I swallowed the bile that rose up my throat. I wanted to scream at him to get away from me. But I knew that my only chance of David letting his guard down long enough for me to escape was to pretend that I wanted to be with him.

  "David," I whispered. "I think you're hot too."

  His head snapped up and he stared at me with wide eyes. Before he could say anything else, I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him toward me. I kissed him softly and teasingly, gently rubbing my tongue over his. He was stunned for a second, then he grabbed the back of my head and kissed me harder. He let out a low growl and pushed me back on the bed. Kissing down my neck, he took my nipple in his mouth and sucked gently. "Oh, David," I moaned, choking back tears. He moved his hand down to my thong and started to pull it down. "David, wait," I pleaded. He glanced up at me.

  "Why? I thought you wanted me."

  "I do. I just...I've never done this before. I'm scared."

  He kissed my stomach. "I'll be gentle."

  "David, wait. I'm not ready. I want our first time to be special."

  He sighed. "Ok princess. We have plenty of time. We don't have to do it right now." I breathed a sigh of relief. "We can do other stuff though," he said, yanking my thong off in one quick motion. I gasped and closed my legs together.

  "Don't be scared. You're going to love this." He forced my legs apart and stared down at me. "Perfect. My perfect little princess." He hooked his arms around my legs and licked my center. I gasped and shook, trying to control my sobs. David moaned against me. "See? I knew you'd like it."

  I tried to imagine I was anywhere but here, and that the man going down on me was anyone but Mr. Hayes. I thought about Alex. I thought about that night in his room, and what would have happened if I had let him go farther. I imagined it was him running his tongue down me. He shoved his tongue inside me. "Oh God, Alex," I moaned.

  David sprang up and started at me,
a look of fury in his eyes.

  "What the fuck did you just call me?"

  "I...I didn't..."

  He grabbed my face. "What's my fucking name?"

  "David," I whispered.

  He shoved his fingers inside me.

  "Oh!" I cried out. "Stop!"

  "What's my name?" He yelled in my face.

  "David!" I sobbed. "Your name is David. Please stop. You're hurting me!"

  He slapped me in the face. "You think this hurts? You just fucking wait."

  He yanked me over onto my stomach and climbed on top of me. He unbuckled his belt.

  He was going to rape me.

  "David, I'm sorry. Please don't," I sobbed. He pulled his belt off and rolled off of me.

  "Get up."

  I scrambled off of the bed and huddled in the corner of the room.

  "Get. The. Fuck. Over. Here." He growled.

  I shook my head. In three big steps he stomped over and grabbed me. I tried to kick him but he picked me up and threw me over the side of the bed. With his hand pressing into the middle of my back, I sobbed and waited for him to shove himself inside me.

  THWACK!

  "Ahhh!" I screamed. A horrible burning pain exploded on my backside. He was whipping me.

  THWACK! THWACK!

  "Stop it!" I screamed.

  "What's my name?"

  "David! Your name is David!"

  THWACK!

  "David!" I screamed. "Your name is David. I'm sorry!" I sobbed. He dropped his belt to the floor and pulled me back by my hair.

  "My name is David," he whispered in my ear. "If you ever call me by that little prick's name again, I'll fucking kill him." He picked up his belt and stormed out of the room. I laid on the bed sobbing, shaking in agonizing pain. I sobbed until I exhausted myself into a troubled sleep.

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  Marie Galvin was hysterical. Her daughter hadn't come home last night, and in her heart she knew that something was wrong. "I'm telling you, Jadia wouldn't just not come home. Something happened to her. Why aren't you doing anything?" She screamed. Detective Ferrell sighed. Overreacting patents of over emotional children was the least favorite part of his job. "Did you try her cell phone?"

  "I already told you I did," Marie snapped. "It just goes to voicemail." Ferrell twirled his pen in his fingers. "And how old is your daughter?" Marie clenched her fists. "She just turned 18 last week. Who cares how old she is? I'm telling you that she didn't run away."

  "Mm hmm," Ferrell responded absentmindedly.

  "Are you even paying attention to me?" Marie snapped. He sighed again. Marie was getting pretty sick of him sighing. "Look, Ms. Galvin. I talked to her best friend and her boyfriend, as well as a few other eyewitnesses who confirmed that your daughter was at a party last night and ran out the door crying. I'm sure she's just upset and needs some time. I'll bet that she's on her way home right now." Marie shook her head. "You don't know my daughter. She wouldn't do this. I'm telling you, something is wrong." He sighed again. Marie had it with this asshole.

  "Thanks for nothing. If anything happens to my little girl, I am holding you personally responsible." She stormed out of the station. Detective Ferrell sighed and went back to his crossword puzzle.

  Marie got into her car and pulled out her phone. She tried Jadia again. Straight to voicemail. "Shit!" She yelled, pounding on the steering wheel. She dialed Carly's number.

  "Hello?" It sounded like Carly had been crying.

  "Carly? It's Mrs. Galvin. You haven't heard from Jadia yet, have you?"

  Carly stared sobbing. "Oh God, it's all my fault. She's missing because of me!" She wailed.

  "Carly, calm down. Tell me what happened last night."

  Carly sniffed. "Jadia walked in on me...and Alex..."

  "Oh Jesus Christ," Marie muttered. No wonder Jadia had run out of the house crying.

  "Carly, listen to me." Marie said firmly. "Can you think of any other friends that Jadia might be staying with?"

  "No," Carly said, hiccuping. "She really didn't have many friends. Besides me," she said, choking back another sob.

  "Alright sweetie. Make sure you call me if you hear anything, ok?"

  "Ok."

  Marie hung up, put her head on her steering wheel and cried.

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  I woke up to a sharp pain in my backside. "Ow!" I yelped. I tried to sit up, but David held me down. "Don't move. You'll make it worse." I saw the bottle of lotion in his hand and remembered the horror of last night. "This should make you feel better. You might not be able to sleep on your back for a few days though." As much as I didn't want him rubbing my ass, the cream he was using felt amazing.

  "Just take it easy today, princess. Try to rest." I felt an odd comfort in the fact that he still thought of me as his princess. I was sure that after last night, he would want nothing more to do with me. That was the scariest thought of all, because he sure wasn't going to let me go after what had happened. I had no doubt that if he got mad enough at me, he would kill me. My plan last night to gain his trust completely backfired. I would have to work even harder to make him believe that I wanted him. "I'm sorry about last night, David," I said softly. He paused, then continued rubbing. He said nothing. I sighed. "Do you know why I was running away the other night?"

  "Mm hmm," he mumbled. "Fuckface cheated on you."

  I almost laughed at his name for Alex. "Yeah. He was cheating on me. With my best friend. I caught them in bed together." He paused again.

  "Shit. That's fucked up."

  I nodded. "Yeah. He did it because I wouldn't put out. I wouldn't give him what he wanted, so he hooked up with my best friend. I lost my boyfriend and my best friend in the same night." I rolled over to my side and faced him. "David, I don't want Alex. I can't even think of him without feeling hurt or betrayed. He's the only guy I've ever even kissed, besides you. That's why I said his name. Not because I want him. Because I can't stop thinking about how he could do this to me." David smiled sympathetically at me.

  Thank God.

  "I'm sorry sweetie."

  "It's ok. I'll get over it."

  "You want me to fail him?" David asked teasingly.

  I laughed. "Yeah, kind of."

  "Well he's probably going to fail anyway. The kid is an idiot. He would have to be to cheat on someone as sexy as you."

  "Thanks," I said awkwardly.

  We sat in silence for a minute.

  "Can I ask you a question?" I asked.

  "Shoot."

  I cleared my throat. "Why me?"

  "Why you what?"

  "Why did you pick me? Is it just because I happened to be on the side of the road that night?" It was the question that I was dying to know.

  He laughed. "No, I wouldn't get that lucky. I was waiting for you. I saw you walking to the party." My heart skipped a beat when I realized that he had been stalking me without my even knowing it. "I wanted to take you then, but I figured that you'd be easier to grab when you were drunk." The casual way he talked about his plans to abduct me terrified me. "I wasn't expecting you to come out so early or be so upset. That was an added bonus."

  He grabbed my hands and stared into my eyes. "I knew I wanted you since the day you walked into my class. You are so beautiful, but act like you don't even know it. Your eyes and lips are mesmerizing. And your body is perfect. You're smart too. You have a maturity beyond your years. I've never met anybody quite like you, Jadia. You're just...perfect."

  I swallowed hard. "Thanks, David," I muttered. For the first time, I wished that I was still fat and invisible.

  David was away for most of the day. I showered, trying to avoid the welts caused by David's belt. I spent most of the day laying on the bed thinking. It seemed that my only chance of escape was to get the key from David while he was sleeping, but it was too risky to try that now. I didn't want to think about what would happen if he caught me. David came into the room with a bag. "I got you a present!" He anno
unced proudly. He pulled out all of the toiletries I had asked for, except for the razor.

  "David, I kind of want to shave my legs and my bikini area. Didn't you get me a razor?" He shook his head. "I have a better idea. When you want to shave, tell me and I'll shave you."

  Another means of escape gone.

  "Ok, I guess. You don't think that'd be weird?" His eyes widened and he shook his head. "God no. It'll be so hot. Speaking of hot, you look unbelievable. "My "outfit" today was a red lacy thong with a matching bra that had slits where my nipples were. I imagined his glee when he picked out all of these stripper costumes. What a freak.

  David moved closer to me and ran his hands up my legs. "Yeah, you need to shave. Wait here." He ran out of the room before I could protest, leaving the door open. My heart pounded. This was my chance. Wasting no time, I crept out of the room. I walked quietly down the hall and into the kitchen.

  "What are you doing?"

  I turned to see David glaring at me. "I was hungry," I quickly replied.

  "Well, don't leave your room. If you want food, I'll make it for you. Anyway, I got a razor. Shave first, then we can eat."

  "Ok," I said, simultaneously relieved that he seemed to believe my lie and crushed that I now had to endure him touching me again. He led me back to the bedroom and locked the door. He started the bath. "I got some bubbles too!" He shouted over the running water. "Great," I muttered. He came out of the bathroom. Seeing how excited he was to shave my most personal area made me feel sick. "Come on. Before the water gets cold." I reluctantly followed him into the bathroom.

  "Take your clothes off."

  I wanted to tell him that these were not clothes, but kept my mouth shut. I turned around and quickly took off my bra and panties, lowering myself into the tub. I gasped as the hit water stung my wounds.

  "Wash yourself," David whispered excitedly.

  "I already showered today."

  He glared at me. "I want to see you wash yourself." I sighed. Figuring it was best not to piss him off right before he came at me with a razor, I picked up the loofah and squirted some soap on it. I ran it up my arms and around the back of my neck. I brought my leg up and ran the loofah up and down my leg.