DECEPTION : (A student/teacher romance)
DECEPTION : Epilogue

Two months later …

My gaze never wavers from Hallie’s, and her cheeks flame as if feeling the heat of my stare on her. When she turns her head, I tilt mine toward my father’s office, and her blush deepens as she shakes her head.

“That sly fucker, Robert, is here again. What the fuck is he doing here?” Rafael seethes from beside me, and I give him a shrug, uncaring that our once-upon-a-time stepbrother is at our father’s mansion despite taking guilt money from our father but not showing his face at invited dinners for years now. Although, he has been scoping out the Halloween party for two years in a row.

Adrenaline zips up my spine as I stare at my wife, and I press the small control I have in my pocket again, and her body becomes rigid, then I release it and nod toward my father’s office again.

When I placed the little clit stimulator in her G-string, she scrunched her nose up at it, but I’ve spent all evening tormenting her with the little device.

I can feel the heat of Rafael’s stare on my face, and anger surges through me when he glances toward Hallie, then our father’s office, clearly not missing my intentions. “Jesus. I don’t know what you plan on doing, but it’s not a good idea,” he hisses into my ear.

My lip quirks as he pulls back. “Funny you have an opinion on how I choose to fuck my wife. Pretty sure last year you went all primal and fucked Ellie’s ass while she wore her school uniform in the forest.” I tilt my head toward the forest just beyond the patio.

Rafael shifts from side to side. “How?”

I scoff. “Poor fucking girl could barely walk. I drove her home too, remember?”

He makes a noncommittal sound in the back of his throat. “Your fucking funeral,” he grunts, then walks away, leaving me to assess my beautiful deception.

The schoolteacher outfit she’s wearing to our family’s annual Halloween party is extreme, and my cock approves. She finally makes an excuse to leave the conversation with some woman dressed as a cat, then turns on her high heels.

Full hips sway as she makes her way toward the open office door. The pencil skirt she wears is covering the garters I chose for her. Her hair is in a loose bun at the base of her neck, and her white blouse is stretched tightly over her epic tits. To finish the look, she wears glasses, looking a combination between a schoolteacher and a secretary. My mind goes to the former as my cock throbs increasingly hard against my jeans.

I stride toward her, ignoring the subtle glances my way as I do.

Then when she enters the room, I follow inside and close the door, flicking the lock in the process.

The room is laced in darkness, with only a sliver of light coming from under the door.

I could flip the switch, but what fun would that be?

“Little Red?”

Her perfume infiltrates my nostrils, and I pop open my jean button to save time for the inevitable. Her breathing picks up when she hears my zipper, and my eyes narrow in on the couch.

“Has my teacher been a naughty girl today?”

“No,” she says, giving away her location.

“Men have been looking at what’s mine, Little Red.” I walk toward her.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she whispers, but sounds anything but sorry.

“Hm.” I take a hold of her ankle and flip her, then drag her over the arm of the couch and push her skirt up to give me the best view of her perfect round ass. The sweet sound of her startled gasp has me pulling my cock from my jeans to relieve it. My fingers rub over the tip, and I have to squeeze it to curb my desperation.

“You dress like this for me?” I can make the outline of her G-string out, the one I chose for her to wear for this little role play. Then I pull my hand back and slap her ass sharply. A heavy pant fills the room when I deliver her with another. “Fucking answer me!”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Such a dirty, slutty teacher, Little Red.”

I deliver another swift smack, and my cock jumps to life to get in on the action. “A filthy fucking teacher that likes her student to fill her up.”

“Yes.” She squeals when I slap her ass cheek again.

Deftly, I shrug off my leather jacket, letting it pool to the floor, then I remove my knife and glide it over her ass. Knowing she wears my mark has my blood pumping with a wild need to claim her, to put another baby in her belly. Another little red. Like her mama.

“Please, Daddy.” She begs so beautifully, so I lean over her and spit on her ass, and she shudders at the impact.

Then I use my knife to slice through the flimsy fabric of her panties.

“They’re so wet, Little Red.”

“Mmm.”

I kick her legs farther apart, then grab her hair and yank it from the bun, delighting when her mass of red waves brushes my fingers.

“Open your mouth, teacher.”

She does as I ask, and I stuff the fabric in my hand into her mouth. Her heavy breaths fill the room as I slide the head of my cock up and down her dripping pussy, and I almost combust at the sounds lodging in her throat.

Then I flip the knife so the blade is in my palm and use the handle to press on her asshole. A garbled noise leaves her as I push my knife handle and cock head into her at the same time.

“I’m going to fuck my baby into my teacher.”

She isn’t on birth control, not yet, despite her questioning if she should. But I insisted she shouldn’t.

My hips move in time with the knife, pump after pump as pain lances through my palm, the pressure causing it to cut me deep. Sounds of our skin slapping together fill the air.

“You have some milk in those big tits for Daddy?”

A noise leaves her throat, and I laugh as I slam inside her deeper. Her body rubs against the arm of the chair, and the friction I cause must be working because her body tightens beneath me, pulling the cum from my balls as I bottom out and lodge myself as deep as possible.

“That’s it. Take all that cum and breed for Daddy.” A muffled scream fills the air, and my mouth falls slack at the impact of my orgasm as I cum deep inside my wife.

The handle to the door moves, and I still. Our heavy breaths mingle with the panic rippling up my spine.

There’s only one person this could be. My father.

And if he replaces me fucking Hallie in here, I’m pretty damn sure I will be missing a ball, especially with the fallout of the Harrington family lingering.

I pull out of Hallie and quickly zip up my jeans while she scrambles to pull down her skirt. Blood drips from my hand, and I swipe it on my T-shirt while tucking my knife safely in its holster. Then I grab my jacket and shrug it on.

She shoves her ripped panties into my pocket as the lock disengages. Her wide eyes meet mine, and I pull her toward the heavy drapes that cover my father’s balcony.

The door opens and the lights come on, but we’re blanketed in darkness, and I can’t help but slide the tips of my fingers into Hallie’s slick pussy. She glares at me, and I bite into my lip to stop from chuckling.

“In here, Little Pet.” My father’s deep voice fills the room, and I squeeze my eyes closed as I imagine him bringing in another submissive, not something I want my wife to witness. Even if she can’t see it, she will be able to hear it.

All of it. I grimace at the thought.

“Why do you call me that?” a small voice whispers, and the innocence behind it turns my stomach. She’s young. Not something I’m into, but it seems my father doesn’t have the same preferences. At least he’s not like those scumbags who don’t even wait for girls to come of age; my father has always been firm on that belief. Still, the thoughts of my father in his fifties and a young girl is repulsive. I repress a shudder bursting to get out.

“Because you’re my pet. Tell me, Little Pet, do you normally go into rooms with men you don’t know?”

The guy is good, I’ll give him that. His smooth voice is reserved purely for the women he beds.

“I-I don’t.” Jesus, the poor girl will be eaten alive, but I guess she’ll die happy. I smile to myself at the thought while Hallie continues to drill holes in my head with her death glare.

“Are you going to let Daddy play with you?”

Oh, sweet Jesus. I pinch the bridge of my nose and close my eyes.

“What sort of play?”

I repress a choke as Hallie’s mouth falls open.

“Daddy wants to gag these little lips with his leather belt.” Oh, hell no. Think Rocco, think. “Put a collar on this soft delicate neck of yours, and he’s going to splash his cum all over this pretty little face, then I’m going to flip you over and use all your tiny holes while you scream out your pleasure.”

“C-collar me?”

“Hm, a leash too.”

“A leash?” The poor girl sounds like she’s about to bolt for the door.

“Then Daddy is going to take good care of you. What do you say, Little Pet?”

“Y-yes,” she breathes out hesitantly, shocking the shit out of me, and Hallie’s puzzled gaze reaches mine.

“Come, let me take you somewhere special.”

I bite into my fisted knuckles to stop myself from laughing. My father’s idea of special is a specifically adapted sex dungeon in one of his many clubs.

“Okay,” she murmurs.

I hold my breath as the footsteps move toward the door, then the handle turns, and relief floods me.

I wait for the door to click shut, but it doesn’t, making my eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Rocco?” My father’s stern voice fills the room, causing Hallie to startle beside me as her fingers curl in my hand.

“Get this fucking office fumigated, you little shit.”

“Yes, sir.” I grin.

“Guess his hearing isn’t so bad, after all.” I wink at my wife.