DECEPTION : (A student/teacher romance)
DECEPTION : Chapter 16

“Now it’s time for your punishment.” My blood runs cold at the darkness in his voice. “Shh, don’t worry, Little Red. I’d never hurt you,” he whispers, dragging the pad of his thumb down my cheek while scooping up some of his cum to rub across my bottom lip. “I’m kind of angry you made me lose control; I want all my cum inside your pussy so you can get pregnant as soon as possible.”

His words are like a bucket of icy water being thrown over me, washing me of any arousal as his intentions sink in.

He stands and moves around me while I remain stunned in a heap on the floor. “You can’t be serious?” I finally spit out.

“Deadly,” he throws over his shoulder as he opens a backpack on the floor.

“Pregnant? Rocco, whatever is happening here is not long term. It’s to stop you from—” He places a finger over my mouth. The smell of his cum and the way his wayward hair falls into his eyes have me itching to touch him with the affection of a partner, and that’s absurd, given the circumstances, but something about him has me willingly drowning in this unhealthy obsession.

“Shh, don’t piss me off any more than you already have. I don’t want you to hate me.” Then he pulls back and allows some thick synthetic rope to slip through his fingers until it hits the floor. “On the bed.”

I dart my eyes toward the clock, knowing I don’t have time to play whatever game this is. “Rocco, I …” I shake my head.

“You’re not going to work, and I’m not going to class. I’ve already sent the messages to school.”

My eyes widen. “What?”

He smiles, as if proud of himself. “I’m going to spend the day punishing you, filling you with my cum, and reminding you of our future together.” His gaze latches onto my stomach, and I cover myself with my hands. This only turns his gaze more furious than earlier, and I swallow back the lump forming in my throat.

“This is fucked up,” I whisper, but my blood pumps with arousal.

Why does everything so bad feel so good?

“You’re right, Little Red. It is fucked up. Our fucked up. Now get on the bed before I fuck you up so bad you won’t be able to walk into school tomorrow either. You don’t want to have to explain to the principal why, now, do you?”

A fresh tear falls down my face, and I shake my head. His expression softens but quickly disappears. “On the bed, Hallie.”