Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8

Riley's POV

"What can I offer you?" Mr Creed asked shoving his hands into the pocket of the black jeans. He had on a white t-shirt, the muscles on his arms flexing.

Damn! He was so hot and fit that it could be illegal. "Do you work out often?" I blurted out, I coughed in embarrassment as blood rushed up my face. Way to go Riley.

Chuckling, he nodded his head at me before replying "If it makes you feel better, you're a very beautiful young girl and I have the honor to keep you to myself for a week." Winking at me

"Thank you" I turned my face away to conceal my embarrassment.

"Riley relax you're too nervous. I didn't eat you for dinner last night."

"Shouldn't you be pounding into me right now?"

"Hahahaha!" Throwing his head back, he laughed like I told the most hilarious joke of the century making me flush the more. "Trust me, I want nothing more than to pound into your hot and tight pussy right this moment but-"

"But...? You've changed your mind? You can't go back on your word. I came all the way here thinking you'll go all caveman on me the moment you see me." I was rambling right now I didn't know what to expect from him.

"Let me finish will you?" His voice was domineering. "We need to discuss some ground rules if we're doing this." He continued when I remained quiet walking into the kitchen with me following behind.

Mr Creed turned around to place his hands on either side of my waist before hoisting me up and sitting me on the counter.

"Take this." He passed a plate of hot spaghetti and a glass of orange juice to me and in no time, I finished it. I was nervous to know what it felt like to have real sex. If his fingers alone could turn my head to mush I wanted to know what his dick could do.

Coming to stand in front of me, Mr Creed gently pushed my legs apart before stepping in between them and placing his hands on my butt.

"Let's get your rules done and over with," I said with a sarcastic undertone.

"My rules are to protect you." He said in a serious tone ignoring my undertone. "I don't want you getting hurt at the end of this one week." He said stepping away and keeping a safe distance between us.

"You want me to fuck you for a week." He stated shoving his hands back to the pocket of his shorts. His brown hair was scattered as though he had been running his fingers through it. "What did you suppose will happen after the one week?" He pinned me down with his usual blank look.

"I didn't think of the after," I said silently, looking down at my hands on my lap.

"You gave up yourself without thinking of the after?" He said blankly making me feel dumb.

"In my defense, it was something I came up with after what I did to you." What did I want after the one week? Why did I do this? Ahh! The bullying. "Treat me the same way you treat every other student, after all, it's your 'special attention' towards me that started the whole bullying." I said, air quoting 'special attention'.

"Done." He said without a pause. "No more special attention to you."

"That's it? Or is there any other thing stopping us from getting down to business?" I purred looking at him from under my lashes and twirling my hair in one finger.

"Don't make the mistake of falling in love with me." He said seriously.

I scoffed, rolling my eyes at him "I could say the same thing about you." Who did he think he was? Some Greek god or a blessing to womanhood? Okay maybe he was a real blessing to womanhood but whatever.

"You're a virgin. The moment I take that from you, you'll get clingy." It was a statement and he used the same tone he used when in class and teaching.

"I don't see why you taking my virginity will automatically make me see you like the last drop of water in hell."

I jumped in surprise when I heard a roar of laughter coming from him. Damn, he had a deep and sexy laugh, I felt the vibration of the sound in my core and I had to press my legs together. Was this man okay? Why was he laughing?

"Last drop of water in hell?" He chuckled sobering up. "Riley, please don't make that mistake I'm not one for love and I'd hate to see you get hurt."

"I think you're just afraid of love but I'll be the one to remind you not to fall in love with me after you have fallen head over heels for me." I jumped down from the counter and slowly made my way to him, making sure my boobs were on full display.

"I only believe in sex no strings attached sex." His gaze zeros in on my boobs.

"Falling in love with you isn't a part of my plan and since you won't fall for me either I don't think we'll have a problem with love." That didn't sound good to my ears. I didn't want to fall in love with him but hearing him say he doesn't believe in love made me sad for some reason.

"Pick your safe word"

"What is that?"

"I'll be doing a whole lot of crazy and wild thingswith you, your safe word is what you'd use if you want me to stop anything you're not comfortable with."

"I'll just say stop if I want you to stop though it's quite unlikely that I'll tell you to stop." I pressed a finger on his tone chest dragging it down in a painfully slow motion. He had a firm body and I couldn't wait to feel his bare body with my hands.

"You can't use stop as a safe word"

"What's the point in having a specific word when could just stop when I say so?" Getting bold, I ran my hands down his body and when I reached the hem of his t-shirt, I slipped my hands inside feeling his hard abdomen. I was properly rewarded by his sharp intake of breath letting me know he liked it.

"The minute I start, I won't be able to stop. I'll be deaf to everything but your safe word. You will be moaning a whole lot of shit of which 'don't stop' will be among" I kept running my hands up and down his torso trying to memorize every contour. His t-shirt was starting to piss me off so I slowly raised it giving him the hint to raise his hands, he did and I pulled it off of him.

Woah! He had a firm 8 pack, and the V point on his waist was very prominent as his jeans hung low on his waist. His deep V was calling my name, begging for me to touch it. Just as I was about to, he held my hands stopping my move.

"Are you even listening?" I could hear the smirk in my voice making me flush red.

"Umm...?" I scratched my head giving him a toothy grin. "You said I can't use stop because of don't stop."

"Good girl" he rubbed my head like I was a good little Poppy. "So what would your safe word be my lady?" Using one of his thighs to part my legs before pulling me to him, making my pulsing pussy press on his thick thigh.

"Mr Creed" I moaned.

"Creed. It's Creed to you."

"Mmm! Creed" I moaned, grinding my already damp pussy on him, holding his arm for support.

"What's your safe word, Riley." He grunted with an edge to his voice. It seems he was trying to restrain himself.

Did I hand my soul over to a beast? The thought made me even more turned on.

"Potatoes?" I said unsure.

"Potatoes?"

"I guess. I mean I don't know what to use and I just saw potato chips there." I pointed towards the end of the counter where a pack of potato chips was left open.

"Potatoes is it." He looked down at me with the flame of lust in his eyes. His emerald orbs had been completely dilated, I was sure mine was equally like that.

"Is that okay by you?" I whispered tilting my head towards him with parted lips. Gosh, I need to taste his lips again.

"Say potatoes if you want me to stop. Moan whatever but I need you to know that the moment you say the word potatoes, I'll stop." He asserted with all seriousness.

I nodded in understanding. "Creed?" I whispered.

"I'm here" he whispered back.

"Kiss me."