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  “Give me a raincheck, and I’ll make it up to you,” Mr. D said as he quickly bent down and picked her dress up from the floor.

  “Oh live a little, Drew. You work too much.” Shelly pushed him against the edge of the bed, forcing him to sit on it.

  She took the opportunity and quickly unfastened his pants completely and, without warning, pulled out his penis. I watched him quickly look at the slider, no doubt fearful that I would be able to see what was going on.

  He clearly had no idea I was in the closet.

  My breath caught in my throat as my heart skipped a beat. I knew I should look away. I was invading their personal space, and his personal… I was watching his dick as she began stroking it up and down with her hand.

  I wasn’t a virgin, but I was far from what I would consider experienced. No way could I be as aggressive and sexual as this woman was being. She was confident in every move she made, and she had one goal… to fuck Mr. D.

  She kneeled between his legs and looked up at him with a wicked glint in her eyes.

  “Let me take some of that stress away from you,” she said as she kissed the head of his dick. “You know you like when I kiss you here.” She pressed her lips to his hard flesh once again, following it with a swipe of her tongue.

  “Shelly…”

  “Drew…” She licked his full length, and I observed every sensual second of it. “You know every woman around that conference table tomorrow will want to fuck the infamous Drew Dawson. But only I will have. I want to know that some of your cum is still inside of me as we discuss budgets.” She swirled her tongue along the head of his cock and giggled. “Come on… let’s have a little fun in that knowledge.”

  Mr. D closed his eyes as she lowered her mouth along the entire length of his shaft. Up and down, her head bobbed. He moaned, took hold of her hair, and in a moment of strength and resistance, pulled her face away from his hard and glistening cock.

  I couldn’t stop watching.

  I wanted more.

  So, so much more.

  My pussy throbbed, and I was two seconds away from touching myself as I spied on my principal getting a blow job in his bedroom.

  My mind screamed. Everything was so wrong about this situation, but my body didn’t care. It reacted more than it had ever done so before. Sinful thoughts of wanting to see more of Mr. D were flooding every rational sense inside.

  I wanted to watch him fuck her.

  I wanted to watch and pretend it was me.

  “I need to get to work. I mean it. I can’t do this right now. I’m sorry, but it’s getting late and I have a lot to do,” he said, not releasing her hair and giving her a stern and uncompromising stare as he tugged her head back so she was forced to look into his eyes. “I’ll make it up to you, but for now, I need you to leave.”

  She sighed loudly but nodded. He released her hair and she stood up and then reached for her dress.

  “You better,” she said with a pout. “I expect dinner and multiple orgasms as your way of making an apology.”

  “Deal,” he said, tucking his dick away from view, and fastening his pants as he stood up from the bed. He stole a glance at the balcony again.

  It was the first time I stopped staring at his crotch, and a part of me had wished he hadn’t fought her from continuing on.

  “Come on,” he gave her a quick kiss, “I’ll walk you out.”

  And just as quickly as they had entered the room, they had left. I considered leaving the closet and running through the slider since that was where Mr. D thought I was, but I was too afraid. What if they entered again just as I was crossing the room? They could change their mind and decide they wanted to have sex after all.

  I remained in place, listening. It wasn’t long before I heard the door close, then the sound of footsteps in the hallway approaching the door. Mr. D entered and rushed straight to the slider and opened the door wide. He walked outside, looked left and right, then when he didn’t see me, he walked to the railing and looked down as if I was courageous enough to jump.

  Maybe I should have.

  Taking a steadying breath, I stood, opened the door to the closet, and rubbed the fabric of Mr. D’s shirt down my thighs to make sure I was completely decent. Well… as decent as you can be while wearing no panties and just having watched your principal get sucked off by a nearly naked woman.

  “Jesus! Corrine,” he said, as I startled him. “I thought you were hiding out here.”

  I pointed to the closet, feeling the heat from my face, and from my pussy, unite. “I was in there.”

  He looked at the closet, then the bed, then me. “Fuck. Did you…” He ran his hands through his hair and took a long pause. “I’m sorry. I was trying to get rid of her without making it totally obvious something was wrong.”

  I shook my head. “It’s not your fault.”

  He looked back at the bed as his face turned a shade of pink. “Did you see—fuck.” He cleared his throat. “I apologize.”

  I gave a weak smile, desperate to leave the room. Stepping back into my hiding place, I retrieved my things before turning around. “No problem. I’m the one who’s sorry. I shouldn’t be here getting in the way of you and your girlfriend’s evening.”

  “She’s not my girlfriend. She’s just someone who I—” He shook his head and walked over to where I awkwardly stood. He placed his hand on my lower back and guided me out of the room. “Why don’t we just get back to what we were doing. I’m sure you have homework, and I have to work.”

  I was never more grateful to have the conversation changed, but as he led me out of the room and down the hall, I wondered if he could feel that I had no panties on. Would he feel that there was no fabric seam beneath his fingers? And because I had no panties on, I wondered if it was obvious just how wet that entire voyeur situation had made me.

  I glanced down and saw that his still hard dick tented his pants, and I realized that we would both end this evening highly aroused but with no way to quench the thirst.

  7

  Mr. D

  I needed to jack off.

  Even though I had been trying to distract my mind—and body—with work for the past hour, the fact remained… I needed to jack off.

  But that wasn’t something I was comfortable doing while a student of Black Mountain Academy was doing her homework in the other room. Especially since it was very likely that she had seen my fucking cock being sucked. Mortification would be an understatement, but there wasn’t much that I could do about that fact either. All I cared about was that Shelly had no idea that Corrine was hiding in the closet, because that would have been disastrous. And if Corrine had truly witnessed everything I was pretty sure she had witnessed, then she would be just as embarrassed as me and want to keep it secret as well. And I highly doubted she wanted to discuss it any more than I wanted to.

  It was getting late, and I needed to get some sleep. I also knew that Corrine had to be tired, and I hadn’t set her up yet with a place to sleep. Going to the closet in the office, I pulled out extra blankets and a pillow and then made my way to the front room and—

  Fucking hell…

  Corrine was lying on her stomach on the couch reading a book. Completely innocent except for the fact that the shirt she wore—my shirt—had risen so far up her thighs, that I could see the lower part of her ass. Her toned, smooth, and perfectly touchable ass.

  No way was she wearing panties. Possibly a thong… but no fabric covered her ass.

  My cock—that had never truly recovered from earlier—twitched and hardened fully at the sight.

  She didn’t hear me enter the room because she had earphones in, and by the little tap of her foot, was most likely listening to music. This allowed me to truly take in her full beauty… her totally luscious, and extremely desirable beauty.

  If she were mine, I would be straddling her right then and there and taking her from behind, driving my cock deep inside of her as she screamed out my —

  What the
fuck was wrong with me?

  She was a student of Black Mountain Academy!

  Yes, she was of age, but I wasn’t that guy. No fucking way.

  I wasn’t that guy!

  Go to bed, Drew. Go to bed. Go to fucking bed.

  Trying to ignore my hard on, I walked around the couch so she could see me. Once I did, she practically jumped right off the cushions. She pulled out her earphones with eyes wide as saucers.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” I said, placing the blankets and pillow on the edge of the couch.

  “It doesn’t take much these days,” she said as she sat up straight, hiding the curve of her bare ass that had made me lose all sense of reason. “I feel like I don’t know how to not be jumpy.”

  “I think you have a good reason.”

  “Do I?” she asked, looking up at me with sadness dancing in the depths of her eyes. “I feel like I’m losing my mind. Why would I have a stalker? It makes sense that my mother would. But why me? Maybe it’s all in my head.”

  “Someone came in and opened those doors. No way you could make that up. I saw it with my own eyes.”

  “Yeah, but why?”

  “I don’t know, but we’ll get to the bottom of it. Tomorrow is a new day, and I’m going to get hold of your mother somehow because, at the very least, she needs to help deal with this and your needed security.”

  Corrine rolled her eyes and gave a half-hearted laugh. “Good luck with that.”

  “Let’s get some sleep,” I said. I reached for her hand to help her off the couch. “You can have my room, and I’ll take the couch. I wish I had an air mattress or something to set up in the spare bedroom, but—”

  “No way,” she interrupted, shaking her head. “I can’t take your bed. I won’t.”

  “I’m a gentleman, Corrine,” I said with a little bow. “It’s my duty.”

  “I’ve already put you out so much tonight. Absolutely not.” She took the pillow and the blankets and started to make up the couch. “I insist.”

  I was too tired to argue, and my dick was still hard, so being in her presence wearing nothing but my t-shirt wasn’t a wise idea either.

  “All right, well if you need anything…”

  “Mr. D,” she said quickly as I began to walk away. “Can you make sure the house is secure? I would but I’m not sure…”

  I gave a reassuring smile. “I locked up the minute Shelly left, but yes, I’ll double-check. No worries.”

  I already knew all doors and windows were locked, but I went and checked each one because I knew Corrine’s eyes were on me as I did so, and the small gesture would go far with her. Poor girl needed to feel some sense of safety.

  Once I was done, I went and dropped down on the coffee table, leaning forward to where she sat on the couch and patted her arm. “It’s going to be all right. I promise. You shouldn’t have to go through this alone, and tomorrow we’ll come up with a plan.”

  Tears welled in her eyes, but she didn’t allow them to fall. I saw the resistance to show weakness, but knew she desperately needed to be held. Proper student principal etiquette be damned, I moved to the edge of the couch and pulled her into my arms, holding her close.

  It was likely that I was the first form of physical contact and comfort she’d had in a long time because she instantly pressed her weight into me, nuzzled her head into my shoulder and clung to my clothing with her fingers. She needed this. I could feel it. I could sense it. And the poor girl deserved it.

  Should I have pulled away?

  Maybe.

  But right now, this frightened woman needed comfort. She needed to know she wasn’t alone anymore. I hadn’t volunteered for this position, but there sure as hell wasn’t anyone else who was standing in line to fill the spot.

  “I’m tired of being scared. I hate being alone. I’m even more tired of feeling insane.” Her muffled voice broke my heart. She held on to me with tight fists, and I could tell she didn’t want to break our connection anytime soon.

  I rubbed her back and tried not to focus on the smell of her hair—fruits and tea tree. “Just try to get some sleep. I promise you that we’ll try to come up with a solution tomorrow.”

  She backed away from my embrace and swiped at the tears in her eyes. “I haven’t slept through a night in forever. I don’t even know what a good night’s rest feels like anymore.”

  I repositioned the pillow at the farthest end of the couch and patted it. “Lie down.”

  She did so, and once she was stretched out, I covered her with one of the blankets and folded the remaining one at her feet in case she got cold. I then walked over to the kitchen, filled a glass with water, and brought it to the coffee table within easy reach if she got thirsty. I didn’t want her to have to fumble in the dark in the middle of the night.

  “I can sit in this chair and wait until you fall asleep,” I said, willing to do whatever it took to make her feel safe.

  She smiled warmly as she pulled the blanket up under her chin and rolled to her side so she could stare at me. “Thank you, but I’ll be fine.” She giggled which was a welcomed sound for me. “I don’t think having my principal sit here and watch me try to fall asleep will help with my insomnia.”

  I moved over to my favorite leather chair, reclined back in it, and smirked. “I think we’ve crossed the line of being more than just student and principal, wouldn’t you say?”

  She giggled again as she burrowed her cheek into the pillow. “What? You don’t share your Raiders shirt with your other students?”

  “Just the special ones,” I said as I made myself comfortable. I had no intentions of leaving her alone in this room until I was confident she would be able to fall asleep.

  “Special? Does that mean that I’m out of detention?”

  “Ahh, playing dirty, I see. Trying to get what you want when I’m tired and defenseless.” I gave a wink. “That depends if you plan on being honest with me on why you’ve been late and missed so much school since arriving here.”

  She remained silent but I could see that she was studying me, considering if she could trust me with the information.

  “I think it’s the least I’m owed,” I added. “And I’m also not going to judge you if that’s what you’re afraid of.”

  “I think I have OCD or something,” she said softly, her gaze dropping to the carpeted floor.

  “Explain,” I prodded, not giving up on what could be a very difficult conversation.

  She looked back up at me. “I keep every door in my house closed. Every single door. But I then doubt if I truly closed them all. I double-check over and over again. I go upstairs, then downstairs, then upstairs again. I close the windows, check them again and again. I make sure all the curtains are drawn and won’t allow even a sliver of space between the fabric. And just when I feel I have the house sealed up tight… I repeat the entire process again. And sometimes… again. It gets to the point where I can spend half the day obsessing. And then when I finally get the courage to leave the house, I have to run to my car. And sometimes I worry I’m being followed so I drive around in circles… not going to school.” She repositioned herself so that she was leaning up on her elbow, clearly growing agitated with the memories. “I feel I’m two seconds from being committed sometimes, and my school attendance is my last concern.”

  A huge wave of disappointment hit me in the gut like a freight train. I was disgusted with myself. All my training had taught me that not all students were the same. I couldn’t just rule with an iron fist and not observe. I needed to listen and be aware that some behavioral issues were due to outside factors, and here I was failing to observe this with Corrine. In Oakland, I prided myself on being able to work with troubled youth. But here at Black Mountain Academy, I just forgot all that. Why? Because they were rich?

  I’d fucked up.

  Corrine was calling for help, and my answer was simply giving her detention. Jesus, I’d really fucked up.

  “I think you’re
afraid,” I said softly. “Which is to be expected. Someone’s messing with you, and whether it’s dangerous or not, we don’t know. But I don’t blame you one bit for doing what you do. But we’re going to put a stop to it.” She released the breath she seemed to be holding. “Did you have these issues in L.A.? Is that why you were held back a year?”

  “Yes, and no. I always felt like I was being watched, and in many ways I was. Being the daughter of Cora Parker wasn’t easy. Photographers camped outside our house, so I just assumed my uneasy feeling was that. I didn’t really feel it was a single person watching me until I made the move. I was pretty sure my move wasn’t worthy of paparazzi following me here. Plus, there were staff in the L.A. house so I never truly felt like I wasn’t under some sort of watchful eye. It took being alone to feel that someone was really watching.”

  “And being held back a year in school?”

  “Long story,” she said softly. “Not one I really want to discuss. But I was held back in fourth grade. Not high school. Not because of this stalker guy.”

  Fair enough. She had already opened up enough, far more than I’d expected, and I didn’t want to disrupt her safe space talking with me by being too pushy.

  She yawned which was a good sign. She then repositioned herself on her pillow and asked, “So about that detention?”

  I chuckled. “Consider it rescinded.” I stifled a yawn myself, not wanting her to feel like I was being put out as she said. “But you aren’t going home tomorrow until we reach your mom or figure something out. So, come to my office after school if you haven’t heard from me all day. Deal?”

  She nodded. “Deal.” She pointed to the hallway. “Go to bed, Mr. D.” She gave a reassuring smile. “I know you’re as tired as I am.”

  “Did you get your uniform dry?” For some reason, I wasn’t ready to leave her.

  “Yes.”