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the emotional aftermath.

For a while, the room was silent and still. Ms Tallup kept her distance.

Time carried us forward, condemning me with every tick-tock.

At one point, she visited the bathroom. Another, the minibar opened and closed again. Minutes passed, heartbeats pounded, and slowly but surely, my body was no longer my own.

Blood gathered outside of my control. Heat and hardness slowly building.

I kept my eyes closed and teeth clenched as the bed shifted and Ms Tallup lay beside me. “Let’s help that Viagra along, shall we?”

I flinched and sucked in a breath as her lips once again surrounded my cock.

I didn’t push her away. I just locked down my heart and endured purgatory.

My world stayed dark as I kept my eyes shut. Repulsion licked through me. Her tongue was vile. Her touch repugnant. At no point did my thoughts betray me. I found no pleasure in her loathsome touch.

But thanks to the magic of chemicals, what I felt inside no longer matched the outside. My cock swiftly swelled in her mouth. My balls gathered tight. My belly knotted.

My arm stayed tight over my face as every muscle bunched. Repellent desire crept through my blood, tangling with the righteous nausea.

For long, torturous minutes, she sucked me.

And I let her.

For eternal, horrendous moments, she coaxed my body into forsaking me.

And I didn’t stop her.

The quicker she fucked me. The quicker she’d grow bored of me. The quicker I was free.

The bed creaked again as she climbed on top of me. Her thighs spread over my hips, straddling my cock.

Fuck.

This was really going to happen.

I groaned under my breath, sounding like a trapped animal waiting for slaughter as she speared up my cock and sank down slowly.

The first sensation of her body claiming mine was the cruellest thing in the world. Cruel because my virginity was Olin’s. Cruel because I was supposed to want this, enjoy this, remember this. Cruel because no matter how wrong and revolting this was, my body was no longer mine but an enemy, and it felt good.

Horribly, disgustingly good.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I trembled so much the bed rocked as my goddamn teacher inserted every inch of me inside her. She didn’t say a word until I was fully sheathed. Her body was hot and tight, and I was trapped. Totally fucking trapped.

“You’re big. Anyone ever tell you that?” Her breathy voice throbbed with sex. Her hips rolled, welcoming me deeper. “Long and thick. You were made to fuck, Gilbert Clark.” She rocked on top of me, dragging an unwilling grunt from my chest. “I’ll teach you everything you need to know.” Her fingernails raked down my chest as she sat higher on her knees and thrust against me.

Stars exploded behind my eyes. A snarl of lust ricocheted down my legs.

But I never removed my arm. Never looked at her. If I didn’t see, I wouldn’t remember. I wouldn’t have to look at my body in my most hated enemy.

She gathered speed, using me, fucking me. Her ass slapped against my thighs every time she sat on me, shoving me deeper, making me twitch and tense.

Primitive nature demanded I drive my hips upward. The instinctual motions of mating fighting against my control to just lie there.

I was not a willing partner.

I did not want this.

I fucking hated her.

I want to kill her.

Yet my body no longer listened to me.

Sweat broke out over my skin as I struggled, but Ms Tallup just bent over me and licked the salt from my flesh, making my nipples pebble and breath catch.

“You’ve been a good student at school, Gilbert.” She thrust again. “But you’re not being a very good one now.” Her fingers tugged at my arm blindfolding me—the one thing barricading me from the truth of what was happening. “Look at me. Watch me fuck you. I’ll show you things those whores you live with don’t know how to do.”

I turned my head, keeping my eyes locked tight as she dragged my arm from my face.

Her breathing turned to panting as she rocked over me, again and again. My ears pounded with my erratic pulse. My body hardened to the point of pain.

It wasn’t a natural erection.

It was forced. Just like this sex was forced. Just like all my choices had been forced.

And I hated her. I detested every sound, every thrust, every touch.

Anger mixed with the rapidly growing hunger in my blood. I wanted to wring her neck and throw her body in the river.

She deserves to die.

She slapped me.

I grunted as