Page 4 of Double Daddies
“I’m rather proud of that one.” My voice is breathless, needy as I answer him.
“As you should be. Who else?”
One by one, I walk him through all the students I’ve punished today. And with each retelling, his movements become more frantic, until he’s fucking me hard and fast against the desk. With every thrust, his cock hits that place inside me that has me seeing stars. I falter a few times, too distracted by my own growing need to focus on the task of relaying my punishments of the day, and each distraction earns me a sharp swat to the ass to bring my focus back where it belongs.
“You did a very good job today, Deputy Headmaster,” he praises when I’ve finished telling him about my day, his voice thick and rough with need. “You’ve earned a reward, if you can make yourself come before I do. Otherwise, it will be a very long night for you.”
Fucking finally.Driven by pure animal instinct, I grip my cock in my hand as he continues to fuck my ass with deep, hard strokes. I’ve been teetering on the edge ever since I told him about the joint paddling I gave Angela Stevens and Joanna Gibbins for fighting at lunchtime, so it takes almost nothing to send me careening over the edge. Pleasure floods my system, hot enough to have my vision going black at the edges as Ezra slams into me one final time.
“Good boy,” he murmurs in my ear before pressing a tender kiss to my cheek. “Get yourself cleaned up and I’ll have Johnson bring the car around. I was thinking we’d have dinner at that little Italian place in town with the meatballs you like.”
Even though we’ve been partners for nearly half our lives, Ezra has never actually said the words ‘I love you’. But I hear that love loud and clear in his statement. In the way he thinks about me, the way he puts me first in all things, and the heart he’s held in his hand for so long melts all over again.
“I think that sounds like a great plan.” Pushing myself up from the desk, I turn into his arms, leaning in to press my lips to his. “Headmaster,” I add with a smirk as I cup his empty balls in my hand.
“Keep it up andyou’llbe the one walking out of here with cane welts on your ass.”
I can’t help it. I grin and give his balls a tight squeeze. “Yes, Headmaster.”
An hour later, we’re finally taking our seats at my favorite restaurant, and my ass aches inside and out as I settle into the hard wooden chair.
Another perfect end to another perfect day.
Chapter Two
Nicole
My feet are killing me.
I’ve lost count of how many miles I’ve walked. All I know is that I’m exhausted, hungry, and pissed off that not a single person has stopped to offer me a ride in three whole days.
And that my feet are fuckingkilling me.
Getting the hell out of the middle of nowhere, West Virginia had seemed like a good idea at the time. I’d had big dreams about heading to New York City, getting a job waitressing or something like in the movies until something better came along. Maybe go to college if I could scrape together the pennies.
But my car broke down less than a day into the drive and considering I’d barely had the cash for the gas it would take me to get to NYC, getting the damn thing repaired was absolutely out of the question.
So here I am, hitchhiking my way across the great state of New York. At least, I think I’m in New York. That’s what the trucker told me when we parted ways a few days ago. He’d been nice enough, like someone’s grandpa, and I was grateful he seemed more interested in talking my ear off than copping a feel as payment for the ride.
Above me, the sky turns pink, then red as the sun begins to set and I let out a groan of frustration. The days haven’t been too bad, nice and warm and springy, but as soon as the sun drops behind the horizon, the temperature drops with it. I need shelter, and I need it soon.
Just as the thought crosses my mind, I see a building in the distance. It’s getting too dark to really make out the details, but it’s huge. An office building maybe? Or a school? Whatever it is, maybe I can get inside and find somewhere to hide out for the night. I have to at least try if I want to actually sleep tonight instead of lying awake under the stars, terrified of what lurks in the dark.
Time seems to drag on forever as I make my way to the building, which I discover is actually one of many buildings spaced out along a sprawling campus, making me think it’s probably a school. But it’s the middle of April, and I haven’t come across a single person hanging around outside, so maybe it’s not a school. Or maybe it’s abandoned.
That thought actually emboldens me and I pick up my pace as the sky darkens above me. Stars are beginning to wink to life in the dark space as I reach the door.
Locked. Dammit.
A window, maybe. Making my way around the building, checking over my shoulder every so often to make sure I don’t get caught, I try all the windows on the first floor.
Still locked.
Fuck my life.
Tears of frustration spark in my eyes as I turn to try another building—and promptly trip over a large rock.
Perfect.
