Honor Student - By Teresa Mummert Page 0,43

said as he slid his pants over his hips. I couldn’t help but smile. He spent the next hour torturing and teasing me until I wanted to scream. “Say it” He whispered in my ear as his body hovered over mine. I pulled against the restraints, desperate to touch him. “Say it!” He commmanded, his teeth clenched.

“I love you” I panted. He thrust himself into me and I cried out at the sudden pain. His body crashed into mine relentlessly. I tried to pull my knees together as I felt my release building but my body was tied in place.

“I love you” He moaned into my ear. His words were my undoing. Pleasure rippled through my body as my mucles tightened around him. He continued to thrust until he finished, his body falling on top of mine. He kissed me softly as his fingers undid the handcuffs above my head. As soon as my hands were free I wrapped them around him, holding his mouth to mine. I wanted to lay there in his arms forever. His phone rang on the floor and I tried to hold him in place. He grabbed my arms and pushed them down hard against the table by my head. I pushed my hips into him as the phone rang again. He grinned and began to peal himself off me. I pouted, sticking out my lip. He leaned in and quickly bit it.

“I have to get it. It may be my lawyer.” He whispered. I relaxed against the table in defeat. He smiled and grabbed his phone. As he talked his eyes danced over me. I sat up and unhooked my left ankle as he undid the other. He began to pace the floor as I slid off the table and pulled on my clothes. He placed his hand on the small of my back as we made our way into the elevator. “I don’t give a fuck about the money. I want her out of my life.” He said as he ran his hand through his hair. We stepped out of the elevator into his living area. I headed straight for the bathroom to clean myself up and to give him some privacy.

When I returned William was sitting on the couch, his head in his hands. I snuggled up mext to him and rubbed his back with my hand. He sat up straight and grabbed my wrist in his hand, his eyes were cold. “Don’t” He hissed. I pulled my hand back and slid to the far end of the couch. ‘I’m sorry” He put his head down.

“It’s okay.” I whispered. “You have a lot on your mind.” He shook his head at my response.

“I know it’s not fair to you and I am trying, but it is hard for me to get close to people.” He explained. I nidded, letting him know I understood.

“I’m here, no matter how long it takes. I’m not going anywhere.” He looked me in the eye and nodded. “So…what did your lawyer have to say?” I asked, trying to change the subject from us.

“He doesn’t think I should pay her. He thinks I should give up my job.” He looked at me sadly.

“What do you want to do?” I asked, leaning in a little closer to him, trying to resist the urge to touch him.

“I don’t know. I don’t want to give her another fucking dime, but I don’t want to quit my job. She wins either way.” He threw his hands in the air in defeat.

We sat silently for a few minutes as he thought over his options. Finally, he pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed a number. He stood up from the couch and made his way across the room.

“I’ll get you the fucking money but if I ever see your face again, or if you come near Emma I will fucking kill you.” I had never seen him so angry but on the surface he was calm. I pulled my knees to my chest and listened to him speak, wishing I could hear the other side of the conversation. He hung up the phone and disappeared into his bedroom, reamerging a few minutes later with his shoes on and a light jacket.

“Where are we going?” I pushed off the couch and walked towards him.

“You are staying here.” I felt my heart sink. He walked towards me and cupped my face in his hands. “ I am going to go pay Abby and get