Chapter One

“Fuck” I mumbled to myself as water droplets trickled down my face. I had spent my night out with Angela and was now running behind schedule. I grabbed a hand towel and patted my face dry as I looked at my reflection. I was going against everything I stood for by being with a married woman. Not because I thought it was morally wrong, but because I did not like to share. In fact, I hated to f**king share. She reassured me her marriage was all but over and she and her husband barely acknowledged each other’s existence, let alone slept together. I did not believe her but I never saw what we had being anything long term. I was using her as much as she was using me.

I slipped into my bedroom and grabbed a pair of dark wash jeans from my drawer. A small picture fluttered to the ground. I picked it up, purposely avoiding the image as I tucked it away in between my clothing. Thinking of what I had with Abby was too painful. She had been my everything. I would have gladly dedicated my life to her, to our family but she ripped those dreams away. I slammed the drawer closed harder than I intended causing the contents on top to rattle. I ran my hands through my hair and made my way over to the closet, grabbing a blue button up shirt and shrugging it on. I was excited to be getting back to work. Teaching had always been a passion of mine and part of that was due to Abby. She was my high school math teacher when we had met. She kept me focused. I did not realize my dream, however until college, when I took on tutoring others. I did not have to work at all, of course. My father was a prominent director in the movie industry. I liked taking care of myself, and as much as I hated to admit it, it made me feel connected to Abby, even though whatever connection we had been severed some time ago.

I poured myself a mug of coffee and made my way down the stairs to the first level of my building. It was a warehouse that I had converted into a living space. It was not flashy and overbearing like most of the more expensive houses in the neighborhood, but it gave me the space I needed. A simple apartment would not do for my lifestyle. I jumped into my car and turned it on as I waited for the giant bay doors to rise behind me. My phone rang and I could not help but groan when I saw that it was Angela.

“Yes?” I called out, not bothering to hide the irritation in my voice.

“I had an amazing time last night.” She purred. Of course she did. I f**ked her until her she could not stand. I rolled my eyes. She came across as desperate, an extremely unattractive quality in a woman.

“I know you did.” I replied, coldly.

“When will I see you again?” She asked, practically begging. I checked my watch and smiled.

“Before you know it” I laughed to myself. I had not bothered to tell Angela that I was starting a new job at the school where she worked as a secretary. I had received a call earlier in the week that a teacher by the name of Ms. Gibbs had to take leave for medical reasons. I was hired to take over her class, American Society and Culture. I could hardly wait to see the look on her face.

“Mmmm…You are such a bad boy.” She teased. The truth was she had no idea. The things I did with Angela did not even place on the scale of kink. For her it was an awakening, but for me it was a way to pass an afternoon.

“You have no idea.” I replied honestly. I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel, as I grew more bored with the conversation. It was not Angela’s fault. No one held my interest in the way that Abby had. My lifestyle was drastically different since I had been with her. It was not until after Abby and I had split for good that I realized who I truly was. I was a dom. I needed absolute control in every aspect of my life. Perhaps Abby was partly to blame for that side of me, but deep down I knew that I was always meant to live this lifestyle.

Chapter Two

I pulled into Kippling College right on time. I did not have a first period class but I wanted a chance to go over Ms. Gibb’s lessons before diving into my own. I said my goodbyes to Angela and made my way into the main building. I could not keep the smug grin off my face when I entered the office. Angela shot to her feet and panic washed over her face. I smiled in her direction, but turned my attention to another woman who was already at the counter. I exchanged words with her, always looking over her shoulder at Angela who looked pale and nervous.

As I headed towards my room, I heard the door to the office open behind me. The sound of her heels on the floor mirrored that of her frantic heartbeat, I am sure.

“William?” She called in a loud whisper. I did not stop, did not turn to face her.

“Good morning Angela.” I replied as I made my way down the hall. I stopped in front of my classroom to unlock the door.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She asked as she followed me inside. “You can’t be here!” She was on her way to a full-blown melt down. I dropped my bag to the floor and spun around to face her. She backed up against the wall, her breath hitched. I stepped closer, my nose nearly touching hers.

“You do not tell me what to do. I will go and do whatever the f**k I please. Is that understood?” I was clenching my jaw, trying to bite back some of the harsher words that had crossed my mind. I tucked her hair behind her ear and ran my finger over her jaw line. She nodded, in utter shock. She did not expect me to react the way I had. Why should she? As far as she was concerned, we were doing a little role-playing. She had no idea how far into the lifestyle I actually was. I had never taken her upstairs. Never shown her where I really like to play.

“I-I’m sorry” She sputtered. For a moment, I felt sorry for her. I took a deep breath and ran my hands through my hair.

“I’m the one who should apologize. It was unfair of me not to warn you. Do you forgive me?” I smiled sheepishly and could practically see her heart melt before my eyes. Her shocked expression shifted into a smile and I knew I had her exactly where I had wanted her. Angela was an open book. She was a liar and a cheater, like all other woman I encountered.

“Can we get together tonight?” She asked, leaning in towards me, begging me silently to kiss her. I pulled back, turning to retrieve my bag.

“I’ll let you know.” I walked over to my desk and did not turn back to see her reaction. I already knew it was disappointment and it was exactly the response I had wanted from her. After a few seconds, the door closed and she was gone. I blew out a deep breath. I needed to find a real sub. Someone who knew better than to talk back to me. Someone who took my word as law and did not question what I did. Every move I made, every word I spoke was deliberate. Unfortunately for Angela, my heart did not factor in to our arrangement. I was cold and uncaring. The thoughts melted away as several students entered the room. I grabbed my notes and prepared for the class.

The day began relatively smoothly. I was getting back into the hang of things by the time the next period began. The students filed in and made their way into their seats. I sat watching them for a few minutes, twirling a ruler in my hands at they chatted idly about partying. Class should have begun but I gave them and extra moment or two to be seated. As I stood to speak, a lone straggler made her way into the class. She averted my gaze and slipped into her seat at the back of the room. She looked embarrassed and something about that intrigued me. The way her long dark hair framed her face and she innocently bit her lip did other things to me. This one was different. I could tell from the moment our eyes met. She didn’t have an agenda. She wasn’t looking to f**k everyone over for the greater good of herself.

“Now that we’re all here I’d like to introduce myself. Ms. Gibbs will be out for a few months for medical issues. My name is Mr. Honor.” I explained. Several of the girls giggled and whispered amongst themselves. I could have any of them I wanted, but I did not want any of them. That was a lie. I glanced back up at the dark haired girl. Her cheeks flushed pink and she quickly looked down at the papers in front of her. Pure submissive perfection.

I did my best to keep my mind on the task at hand for the rest of the period. When it was finally over, I could not empty out the room fast enough. I wanted to talk to her. I wanted to hear her speak.

“You, come here for a moment.” I pointed in her direction. I settled on the edge of my desk as I waited for her to collect her things. I grabbed a ruler and absentmindedly flipped it in my hands. Her eyes watched my fingers intently. If she only knew what I wanted to do with these fingers.

“Yes?” She asked, her voice barely audible. She was nervous or was she scared? She should be. She should drop this class and never look back if she knows what is good for her.

“What is your name?” I asked, desperate to hear her speak again. She didn’t respond for a moment and I had to keep from laughing. Did I really scare her that badly? Her face was a deep crimson now. I let my mind wander, thinking how her other cheeks would look that color.

“Emma. Emma Townsend.” She replied, her voice shaking. I could not contain my smile any longer.

“Emma,” Her name tasted sweet on my lips and I wanted to know what it was like to say it under very different circumstances. “Please try to make it to class on time. Lateness will not be tolerated. Next time there will be consequences.” It was easy slip into my dom position with her. Too easy. I would have to make an extra effort to avoid her. Even as a master of control, I knew that would be too hard to do. I was in no position to be in control of someone so sweet.

“Yes, Sir” sarcasm bit her words but they still sounded lovely. I wanted to hear her say it again. Wanted to hear her moan those words.

“Get to class Ms. Townsend.” Our eyes locked and I pleaded with her silently to leave. I did not know how much longer I could pretend that I wasn’t fantasizing about bending her over this desk. She must have received my message because she turned and left immediately. Perhaps she was just good at taking orders.

I could not wait for the day to end. My zipper strained just from thinking about Emma. I could hear her voice like a melodic song burned into my thoughts. I grabbed my work and made my way out of the classroom. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and quickly answered.

“What?” I immediately regretted answering.

“How was your first day?” Angela asked, obviously over our spat from earlier in the day. How was my first day? I honestly could not remember anything before it. My thoughts were consumed by Emma. “William?”

“A breath of fresh air.” I replied as I exited out of the back door and made my way to my car.

“Want to celebrate?” She giggled and the sound reminded me of nails on a chalkboard.

“I’m exhausted.” I slipped my keys into the ignition and glanced up just in time to see Emma cross the lot. Her shirt was white and hugged the curves of her body. Her shorts left little to the imagination. All I could think about was wrapping those long tan legs around me. Just looking at her made me hard. Not something that happened very often for me.

“Oh, come on. You don’t have to do any work.” She was whining. I drank in the last few seconds of Emma before she slipped into her old beat up car before responding.

“My place. One hour.” I replied and hung up the phone before she could respond.

I watched as the cars filed out of the parking lot, making sure to slip in a few cars behind Emma. Her vehicle looked like it could break down any moment. At least that is what I told myself to justify following her home. We made our way to the poorer side of town before she turned down a short driveway to her house. It was small and not very well taken care of. The thought of such a beautiful creature living in such an abysmal dwelling made me nauseous. I stepped on the gas and made my way back to the other side of town. I got my peek into her world. That is all I wanted. I promised myself after seeing where she lived I would keep my distance, but how could I now? Now that I see she deserves so much more? I was obsessing over someone I didn’t even know. No one had made me so crazy since my ex. I shuttered at the thought. This wasn’t the man I was. I do not care for people. I use them until I find someone new. Nothing had changed. Emma is just a distraction. A shiny new toy that I can’t have, so I want her. Fuck, do I ever want her.

I made my way back across town to my home. I pulled inside the large garage bay and checked my watch. Angela would be here in twenty minutes. I grabbed my things and made my way to the next floor. Grabbing a bottle from under the island, I quickly poured myself a drink. I ran my hands through my hair and quickly poured another. I light knocking at the door pulled me away from my daydream. I adjusted myself before opening it.

“Happy to see me?” Angela purred as her eyes danced down my body. She f**king wished. I forced a smile. Emma was something I could never have and I needed to get my mind off her as soon as possible. Even I had enough morals left not to corrupt such an innocent creature. I turned back to the island and downed another quick shot before making my way into my bedroom. I did not have to say a word. I knew she was following behind me like a lost puppy.

I closed the door behind her and began to undo my belt. She bit her lip and I had to look away. Angela was using me to escape her reality and I was doing the same. I just wanted to feel something, anything. I undid my zipper and sprang free from my boxers. Angela immediately dropped to her knees and began to go to work. Looking down at the top of her head, her mass of blonde waves distracted me and I began to lose my erection.

“Something wrong?” She asked, looking up at me. I wrapped my fingers in her hair and forced her mouth back onto me. I tried to empty my thoughts and enjoy myself. I pushed her head harder against me and closed my eyes. Flashes of Emma crossed my mind. Her teeth digging into her bottom lip. The lips of an angel. Her long dark hair framing her perfect face. I gripped Angela’s hair tighter in my fist as I grew painfully hard. I pushed her deeper. She didn’t struggle. She opened her throat and let me slide further inside. Taking me all in. As I came, I held still, pressed tightly against her lips as I let out a long deep moan from the back of my throat. I glanced down at Angela who had a single tear streaming down her face but she wore a big proud smile. I buckled my pants and made my way out of the bedroom. Angela quickly followed, her hair in a knotted mess.