Teachers Pet Ch. 02

Allie awoke alone and with the faint scent of bleach tickling her nostrils. The early morning hues of pink and orange colored the sky as her senses went into high alert. She strained to listen for any indication that he was still in the house. After several minutes of silence, she peeled the covers back and gasped at the sight. Her beautiful body was now covered in dark purple bruises; most of which were in the shapes of fingertips. If she had given in sooner, would they still be there? Fresh tears splattered against her naked flesh as the images from the night before assaulted her and she slapped the sides of her head as she screamed at them to get out.

He had made her feel so helpless and weak; then manipulated her body to a mind-blowing orgasm, a couple of them to be exact. Vincent had experience with the female body, there was no doubts there. But Allie wondered how many went before her, for him to sharpen that skill? She was far from being a girl, but his sheer size had her feeling small and vulnerable. He had fooled her into thinking he was harmless and even a little charming. She had let her guard down, and it had been her downfall.

Allie cursed as she stood, body sore and aching. The room was cold, and she shivered as she looked for her robe, only to recall it had been torn off in the living room. She grabbed the cover blanket from her bed, wrapping it tightly around herself. The stench of bleach became stronger as she stepped into the hallway, pausing only long enough to sweep the house for the sight of him. Was she truly alone? If it wasn't for the marks that covered her body, and the pain that accompanied it, she would have almost said it was some crazy nightmare. There was no evidence of their struggle, the furniture was straightened, and she was guessing all other evidence had been washed away. Even her torn clothes were nowhere to be found and she started to frantically search for her purse.

She found it sitting on the kitchen table, her cell phone beside it with a note folded neatly on top, addressed to her. Her hands trembled as she picked it up, recognizing the handwriting.

Allie~

I was sorry to leave such a beautiful sight, but work called. Thank you for a special evening, see you in class Monday morning! In the meantime, make good choices.

~V

She turned her cellphone on only to be quickly informed her SIM card was missing. It was a subtle warning. Make good choices, he had said. But the undertone was clear, he was telling her to keep her mouth shut. A missing SIM card wasn't enough to stop her, but it did make her hesitate. Why did he want it? What if they didn't believe her? She had bruises, but she was sure he did as well. She had invited him over for the night, what if they thought she wanted it? No, that was nonsense, she was covered in bruises. But what was her other option? Walk into class and pretend it never happened? How could she look at him after what he did? She set her phone down and searched for her car keys, even got so far as to hold them in her hands. But then she could suddenly feel his hands holding her down, his breath on her face, his threats being whispered in her ear. Maybe now that he had gotten it out of his system, he'd leave her alone. She could find a new hardware store and do her best to never be left alone with him. Convincing herself that was the truth, she threw her keys back into her purse and opted for a hot shower, scrubbing until her skin was a soft pink; but no amount of scrubbing made her feel any cleaner.

Monday quickly came but Allie had already called into work, pretending to be struck with a bad case of food poisoning. Instead of class, her day consisted of re-securing her house. She drove to Lowes in the next town over, making sure to replace all her locks, just in case. She also stopped and picked up a replacement SIM card. Allie didn't think that Jim was aware of the exact type of young man he had working for him, but she didn't want to take the chance that Vincent would have the heads up. When Tuesday came and went, she was even more sure he was done with her. The bruises were already fading to a lighter shade of greenish yellow. Thankfully, she'd always been a fast healer.

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She put the chain into place and hefted the bag into the kitchen. She was allowing herself one more night before returning to work, she couldn't afford any more days off than that. The semester was almost over and soon Vincent would no longer be in her class, she just had to make it until then. She could do that. She had just finished putting the milk away when she spotted it. From the corner of her eye, she could see his outlined figure in the doorway. She felt her stomach drop and her heart skip a few beats as she turned to face him. His nose was healing nicely, but she noticed with pride it was just ever so slightly curved.

"Why weren't you in class today, Ms. S?" He took a step into the kitchen and she backed up so fast she rammed her back against the counter with a thump that left her winded.

"How-How did you get in here?" she demanded.

"If you intended to keep me out, you would have had better luck installing an electrical security system. Changing the locks does you no good if I can pick them."

"Get out of my house, you are no longer welcome here!"

"You are trying to sound brave; you straightened your back to appear as though you were standing taller, more confident. But there is still a small waver in your voice that tells me you are scared, I like that."

"Why are you doing this to me? I have been nothing but kind to you."

"Kind? Do you honestly think I believe you are completely clueless about the way you've been flirting with me?"

"I-If I gave you the impression that I was interested in anything other than a platonic friendship I am sorry..."

"Enough, stop your lying!" he shouted, taking another step closer.

"Vincent, please, listen to me, it is not too late to turn around and go home. I-I didn't go to the police, I kept it a secret like-like I said I would. But I am not about to let you come back in here and order me around. I am also not going to allow you anything else if that was your intention." Her voice was firmer, she sounded as though she might believe the words herself.

"You do not need to allow me anything, Allie. I will take whatever I want. You cannot stand there and deny that you enjoyed it." She shook her head violently, shutting those thoughts down.

"Get out of my house, Mr. Dethridge! I am not going to tell you again!" If she thought using his surname would get his attention, they were dismissed when he took another step closer, the smile growing wider.

"I bet your pussy is wet right now, just thinking about it." She was terrified, she wanted to run, get somewhere safe so that she could call for help. She couldn't just sit back and let him use her this way. If she let him get away with it again, where would it end? From the corner of her eye, she could see the butcher knife in the sink, and she debated whether that was too far. She wanted him to stop and get help, not kill the poor boy; but there was no way she could let him rape her again, she just couldn't.

She grabbed it from the sink and held it between the two of them as she slid down the length of the counter. Vincent approached her, slowly and deliberate with every step he took. He kept himself just far enough away that the tip of the blade didn't even graze his belt buckle.

"Still, you fight me. I am impressed with your determination to stay in denial of your true feelings."

"You are my student, a child; I could never feel anything beyond general care for your wellbeing. If you touch me, I will turn you in this time." He shook his head and chuckled in disbelief.

"Have you forgotten your lesson so soon? I am going to show just how serious I am about keeping that mouth shut." He took a few steps backward, pulling open the junk drawer, lifting the stapler. He turned it over in his hands and smiled mischievously. Allie felt faint; the blade began to waver.

"Please, I-I didn't mean it, I-I won't tell if you just leave." she bargained.

"You seem to have this silly notion that what we have is a one-time fling. Quite the opposite, I'm quite fond of you, Ms. S. I think we are going to have a lot of fun together, that is if you can learn to follow my rules." He took a few steps closer and panic engulfed her, she lashed out with the kitchen knife, thrusting it up, aiming for his ribcage.

He hissed as the tip of the blade grazed his torso, cutting his shirt and his flesh. He dropped the stapler and grabbed her wrist, pressing his thumb into the middle, causing her to instantly drop the knife. The blade missed her by only a few inches, and he used his free hand to slap her hard enough it left her ears ringing and had her feeling a little disoriented. The look in his eyes was dark enough she would have soiled herself had she not already gone at the grocery store.

"You. Cut. Me." He spoke each word slowly and she felt the color drain from her face. She didn't let herself think, she acted on instinct and swung with her free hand, catching him in the face with her fist, rewarding her with a grunt and another slap to the face. He sank to his knees and pulled closer until her back was against his chest, his legs quickly wrapped around her waist, pinning her down as he wrapped another arm around her chest. He picked up the knife, holding the blade mere centimeters in front of her face, causing her struggles to die down or risk being sliced open as well.

He caressed the side of her face with the cool metal, forcing her to be still as he slowly released her arms and wrapped his hand around her throat instead, instantly squeezing. It took only seconds for her limbs to go limp and as her eyes began rolling into the back of her head, he sliced open her shirt, then her bra, exposing her breasts to the chill kitchen air.

"Shhh, I wouldn't squirm so much if I were you," he warned as the very tip of the blade gently graze her nipple before lightly dancing across her breasts. He released his grip a little at a time, the blood came rushing back into her brain with a force so strong it left her limbs twitching. He used the opportunity to force her sweats down her legs, leaving her in nothing but a torn top. She hadn't felt much like putting on any of her panties after Vincent's brief stay. They were too lacy, too sexy and even though she knew she had done nothing to ask for this, part of her couldn't help but run through every detail of every interaction, desperately searching for where she went wrong.

"No panties, how naughty!" he whispered in her ear, his hand slid lower as he moved the knife away. She slapped his hand, sending the knife skittering across the kitchen floor, beyond their reach. He sighed as he returned to his previous hold and reached to their side to pick up the stapler.

"I was very serious when I told you this has to stay our little secret. If you go around blabbing, then our time together ends. And only I will decide when our time together ends. Now tell me, why is that Allie?" Her mind when blank as she tried desperately to think of the answer he was searching for.

"Please Vincent, I-I won't say a word," she vowed.

"I am a man of my word. I need to make sure you know how serious I am. What did I tell you would happen if you were to even mention telling about our time together to anyone?"

"Staple my lips shut," she responded quietly.

"Then what must I do to prove that I always keep my word?" Her lower lip trembled, and she shook her head. She didn't want to say it, somehow it made it worse. He leaned his head atop of hers, rocking her back and forth.

"It's going to hurt more if you make me wait for an answer." he sang.

"Staple my lips shut," she said as she burst into sobs and shook her head, pleading with him.

"If you hold still, it will only be a couple. Fight me and I'll empty the whole damn thing, I'm sure you have plenty of other parts I can staple if I run out of room." She whimpered but did her best to hold still. She felt the cold weight of the stapler and she closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable pain.

It happened so fast, starting with a razor-sharp pinch on her thigh, it took several more along the length of her calf before she realized he was stapling her body and not her lips. She screamed, thrusting her head backward and into his chin, twisting and turning as she tried to break free. The bite of the stapler came down twice as fast. Another pinch in her breast, followed by one on her left forearm, a couple more on her thigh. She lost count as she pleaded and begged for him to stop. When he finally did, he released her and she scrambled across the kitchen floor, closer to where he had been previously standing. She could feel every puncture, every hole throbbed in pain, the movement had caused the staples to tear in some places, leaving tiny crimson trails along her body.

"I-I w-w-won't tell I-I-I promise," she spoke in choked sobs.

"I am very happy to hear that Ms. S. You also need to return to work tomorrow, people are starting to worry about you." It wasn't a question or request, but an order. She swallowed as they stared at one another across the kitchen. She was the adult, the one in charge but in that moment, she felt anything but. She'd always been on the small side growing up, but she'd never been bullied. Most people felt the incessant need to protect her. She had never let her size stand in her way, but until now she had never had her size really used against her.

Sure, she'd had her obstacles, most of which could be solved by a stepstool. But now she was reminded of just how vulnerable being small made her. Someone nearly a decade younger had overpowered her, and not only had he done it with ease, but seemed to take pleasure in the fact she was helpless in his hands. She had thought him a boy in need of saving, but that wasn't what she saw staring hungrily at her now. As the adrenalin began to fade, the pain started to spread and she glanced down at the damage, her chest heaving from the struggle. Nearly a dozen tiny little pieces of metal were embedded in her flesh, her fingers trembled as she attempted to pull one out, sending sharp pain up her leg that made her cry out, her lower lip quivering.

Vincent chuckled as he tossed the stapler aside. He didn't make any quick move to grab her again, instead, he leaned back against the cupboards, a serene smile on his lips.

"Let this be a lesson that sticks. I will remove those, but first, I want to make something clear. Today it was a few staples, next time I won't be so kind. And we both know I can be quite creative."

"Why?"

"I told you, I will decide when we are through."

"I-I've been kind, I offered you somewhere safe to stay when your step-dad abused you. Why are you doing this to m-me?" It was hard to get all the words out and still be understood, the well of tears never seemed to dry up. She wiped her nose with the shredded part of her shirt, attempting to cover her chest causing Vincent to snicker.

"Put your arms down I've already seen you naked, you have to get over this modesty thing. You have a beautiful body, curves in all the right places...you're not going to deprive me of that sight." She cringed inside as she forced herself to let go, the shirt falling to the side.

"It's cold." She had to clear her throat to speak past all the mucus that had gathered from crying.

He leaned forward, face grimacing. He glanced down at his ribcage, blood had already soaked part of the shirt, but he pulled it off and pressed it against the wound a few times, inspecting the damage.

"You got me pretty good, I think I can get away with no stitches, but it's definitely going to scar," he announced, sounding impressed. Allie set her jaw, few inches to the right and she would have got him right in the chest; then she wouldn't be sitting there covered in staples.

"I cannot go to work if you cover me in holes," she announced.

"Take another look, every spot I hit you can be perfectly hidden beneath clothes. Unless you plan to show up to class naked?" he teased

"Please, take them out now."

"I'm still not 100% sure you've learned anything with that brazen look in your eyes," he announced. Her skin felt taught as the endorphins wore thin, she didn't dare move and risk tearing her skin open any further. She looked down, studying the tiny rivers of red. She just needed to get through this, then she would go to the police. No more warnings, it was clear there was nothing left in him to save.

"Please." He relented, he pulled open the drawer beside his head and pulled out a wooden spoon. Her heart leapt into her throat as he slid across the floor. She closed her eyes, bracing for the impact but instead he shoved the handle between her teeth as he pulled out a pocketknife.

"This is going to hurt a little." He started with her calf, sliding the small file between her skin and the metal, plucking them out, one by one, her blood already dripping onto the floor. She had thought this nightmare over. He left the one on her breast for last, twisting it as he pulled it out, causing her to drop the spoon and scream.

"Consider us even now." Vincent chuckled. He stood and shuffled his way to the pantry, pulling out the first aid kit. He slapped it on the counter, popping it open and began shuffling through. He cleaned his side first, growling as he poured peroxide into the wound.

"Now I will always have something to remember you by," he announced as he finished putting on the last butterfly stitch. He carried the open box over and even though she winced when he reached for her, she didn't move, nor did she fight. He cleaned each lesion carefully, they hadn't been too deep, minus the few that had torn a little and the gouge on her chest. When he finished, he held out his hand and she begrudgingly accepted it. She tried once more to cover herself with the scraps of her clothing, but he smacked her hands away and pulled the remains off, discarding them on the floor.

"There is no hiding yourself from my eyes, understood?" Allie frowned, she was the one who was supposed to be talking to him like a child, not the other way around! But she nodded dutifully and let him steer her into the living room.

"What do you want from me?"

"You're starting to make me feel like a broken record. How many times do I have to repeat myself? I like you; you like me; we're going to have some fun." He pulled her into her bedroom, and she noticed it was already prepped. There were handcuffs dangling from her headboard, the blanket had been peeled back. There was a black duffel bag at the end of the bed, and she couldn't help but wonder what lay inside.

"On your back." he instructed, and Allie was too terrified to disobey. She climbed up, heart racing as he cuffed her wrists into place. She pulled on them just enough to know no amount of struggling would free her.

"I like you like this." he announced, a slight rasp to his voice. He sat down beside her, resting a hand on her thigh and she moved to pull away, but he dug his fingers into the flesh, and she whimpered.

"Why do you still fight me?" he sounded exasperated, as though he honestly couldn't fathom.

"I am your teacher," Allie hissed.

"I have been with women much older than you, besides I'm 18. We're not doing anything wrong."

"We are not doing anything here, Mr. Dethridge. You are the one holding me against my will, you are the one raping me, hurting me."

"Because you weren't listening. But that's all behind us, you're going to be a good girl now, aren't you Ms. S?" His hand began to caress her thigh as he spoke, she nodded, keeping her mouth shut. He stared at her and she shifted beneath his hungry gaze. His hand slid higher, fingers dancing dangerously close to her slit, his other hand slithered up her chest to cup her breast, tugging on her nipple. Allie tried desperately to show no reaction, she tried to fight the tiny shocks of pleasure that were currently coursing through her body. There was a catch in her breath as she dug her nails into her palms to keep the sensations at bay, but that only seemed to encourage him.