“I had a great time.” I replied with more attitude than necessary. He stared ahead choosing not to respond. “Where are we going?” I asked after a few more minutes of uncomfortable silence.

“Back to my place, you need to eat something.” He said as he glanced at me from the corner of his eye. I thought about protesting but I was starving. I knew my aunt would not have much in the way of food at her house.

“I need to call my aunt. If she comes home and I’m not there…” I said as I dug my phone out of my pocket. He reached over placing his hand on the phone before I could dial.

“Send her a message. Tell her you are staying at a friend’s house. It won’t look good that you’re hanging out with your teacher.” He glanced at me, waiting for my approval. I nodded and he withdrew his hand. I sent a quick message letting her know I was spending the night with Becka. I could always say we had a change of plans when Mr. Honor took me home later on. I slipped the phone back into my jeans just as we arrived at the old warehouse. He parked the car and sat for a moment, thinking something over. Whatever it was, he did not share it with me. I felt incredibly nervous around him now. I pushed my door open and waited for him. He motioned for me to go up the stairs, placing his hand on my back as I walked. His touch was electric against my skin. I bit my lip and tried to think of anything besides his touch. As we made our way inside he went to the kitchen and began pulling things from the refrigerator. I sat down at a barstool at the island and watched him work.

He prepared a sandwich with a side of egg salad and a large glass of water. I waved the drink away but he pushed it closer, giving me a stern look. I picked up the sandwich and took a small bite.

“Thank you” I said quietly before taking another bite. He nodded, running his hands through his dark hair. He grabbed the bottle of liquor that still sat on the counter and poured a drink. I watched as he gulped it down and filled another, repeating the process several times. “I’m sorry…about earlier.” I whispered, avoiding his stare. He shook his head and thought for a moment before responding.

“I’m the one who should be apologizing.” He replied. “I should have never brought you here. I can’t do this to you.” My heart sunk at his confession. He gulped down another drink. I felt sick, not from the alcohol but from his words. I pushed back from the counter and headed for the door.

“You said that already.” I said angrily as the tears welled up in my eyes. Being rejected by him twice in one day was too much. I grabbed the door handle opening it slightly before he pushed it closed from behind me. I turned around to face him, a tear escaping my eye.

“I didn’t say I don’t want to, I said I couldn’t.” he explained as he wiped a tear from my cheek with his thumb. I wrapped my hand around his and pushed my cheek harder against his palm. “You don’t want this.” He said quietly as my face inched closer to his. I reached out and began unbuttoning his shirt again, this time with steadier hands. His body was hard and toned, his muscles flexed under my fingertips. I pushed the shirt off his shoulders and he dropped his arms, letting it fall to the ground. His eyes turned hungry and he lifted his wife beater up and pulled it up over his head. His body was muscular and tone. His fingers worked quickly to undo his belt as his eyes stayed locked onto mine. He pulled his belt from his pants and folded it over in his hand as he undid the button of his jeans. “You’re being a very bad girl.” His voice was laced with anger and wanting. I suddenly felt panicked when I noticed he still held the belt in his hand. “Come here.” He commanded. I pushed off the door and took a small step closer to him.

“What are you going to do to me?” I asked nervously. He grabbed my uninjured had tightly in his and pushed it against his bulging zipper. I gasped aloud as I felt him pushing back against my fingers.

“I’m going to punish you.” He whispered into my ear.

Chapter Twelve

His words sent a jolt of pleasure through my body, to my most intimate of areas. I rubbed my hand slowly against him as he rocked his hips to meet my rhythm. “That’s enough fun for you. Now it’s my turn.” He said darkly as he pulled me over to the other side of floor into a small bedroom. “In here I am in charge. In here you belong to me.” He explained but his tone changed as he looked at me. “We will take it slow at first.” He said as he walked back over to me. My eyes danced over the room. It was crisp white with a giant bed in the center. A small dresser sat next to it and a chaise lounge sat on the opposite wall. He grabbed my face in his hands and kissed me passionately. I relaxed against him as his hands slid over my hips. I reached out and ran my fingers down his stomach but he grabbed me. “You can’t touch me unless I tell you to. Understand?” I nodded so he would continue to kiss me. I did not care what he said at this moment. All I wanted was to feel him against me.

His fingers slid under my t-shirt and I gasped for air. His mouth left mine as he watched me squirm under his touch. He pulled the shirt up over my head and stood back to look at me. I had not worn a bra that day and felt completely exposed. I crossed my arms over my chest to hide myself. “Move your arms. I want to see you.” He commanded. I slowly put them down at my sides, biting my lip, unable to look him in the eye. “Look at me!” he barked and my eyes shot up to meet his. He stepped closer, his fingers tugging at the waist of my jeans. He kissed my neck and his mouth trailed tiny kisses down my shoulder and onto my chest. His fingers quickly undid the button and zipper of my pants as he captured my nipple in his mouth. I sucked in a surprised breath. He glanced up at me, watching me as his tongue circled again and again. I pushed into him, wrapping my hands in his hair and tugging gently. “Bad girl” He said with mock disappointment. “I know how we can fix that.” He said as he licked his lips and pulled at the belt in his hands. “Lay down.” He commanded and motioned towards the bed. I slid by him, inhaling the wonderful smell of his cologne and crawled on to the oversized bed. It had a dark cherry finish and the head and footboard were slatted. He crawled over me and looked up and down my body as he slid the belt up my belly and over my chest. “Give me your hands.” He said quietly. I held my hands out in front of me. He pressed my wrists together and looped the belt around them, pulling them up above my head and slipping the belt through an opening in the headboard. “That’s better.” He whispered in my ear, kissing along my jaw then sliding his tongue into my mouth hard. I pushed back with my tongue as his hips grinded into me. His hands tugged at my jeans, sliding them farther down my hips, leaving my panties in place. My breathing quickened as his lips traveled down my body, sucking hard as he reached my nipple. I moaned loudly, bucking my hips against him.

“Shhh…” he whispered as he slid his hand inside of my pants rubbing over my panties. I moaned louder and his hand stopped. “I warned you.” He scolded with a sadistic smile. He pushed off me. “Roll over.” He commanded. I hesitated. “Now!” he said with his teeth clenched. I flipped over onto my stomach as my heart raced. He pulled my jeans off and threw them across the room. His hand slid over my backside several times, his fingers dipping between my legs and rubbing over my sex. Suddenly, his hand came down hard across my backside causing me to yell out in pain. “Shhh…” he said again as his hand came down harder. I bit my lip trying to hold back my screams. His hand slid soothingly over my wounded bottom. I felt his warm lips kiss me and then they were quickly replaced with his hand. I was able to hold back, taking the pain in. I wanted to scream at him but part of me wanted more of him. “Good girl.” He whispered into my ear and I could hear his pants unzip as he slid them off. “Now you get a reward.” His body lowered onto mine and I could feel his manhood against my most sensitive areas. He grinded his hips into mine and I pushed back, lifting my bottom. “You want me?” he asked.

“Yes” I breathed. His hips pushed into me harder.

“Yes what?” he asked, his breath tickling my ear.

“Yes, Sir” I replied in a low moan.

“Not yet.” He whispered and his body left mine. I did not like being tortured like this. I tugged at the belt to free my hands but they were bound too tightly. “Roll over.” He commanded and I slowly flipped back over. He stood on the side of the bed completely naked, his hand stroking himself as he licked his lips. “Spread your legs.” He demanded. I slid my feet apart slightly. “Wider!” he yelled angrily. I moved my legs farther apart as I watched him pleasuring himself. He crawled onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs. His free hand slid over my panties, rubbing over me as he mirrored the pace on himself. I grinded back against him, closing my eyes, completely lost in the pleasure. “Look at me.” He commanded, rubbing harder and faster. I gasped but kept from moaning. He leaned in closer kissing my inner thigh. It tickled and I tried desperately to pull my legs in closer but he pushed them back. He kissed slowly along my panty line, breathing hotly over me. He slipped his fingers inside my underwear. “You’re so very wet. I wonder how you taste.” He said as he pulled my panties off to the side slowly began teasing me with his tongue. I arched my back off the bed, trying desperately to get more of him. As I pushed, he thrust his finger inside of me. His tongue continued as his finger moved quicker and with more force. It took a moment to get used to but soon it became incredible. I matched his motions with my hips as he slid in another finger, preparing me for him. I rotated my hips and grinded against his mouth. My body began to shake as waves of pleasure rippled through me. It was like nothing I had ever felt. I lay still as the aftershocks of my orgasm pulsed through me. Mr. Honor moved up the length of my body and slowly pushed his weight on top of me. “You taste amazing. I want you to taste how amazing you are.” He said in a husky voice as his lips found mine. I tried to press my lips together but his tongue forced its way into my mouth. I could taste my salty sweet juices on his lips. I tried to make him stop but every time I struggled, he became more forceful. I bucked my hips against him and he grinded back into me. He looped his fingers in my panties and tugged at them, ripping them off my body. He pressed against my entrance, slowly. He was much larger than I had expected. He held still, partially inside of me as we kissed. When I relaxed my body, he slowly rocked his hips into me. After a few moments, I began to rock mine with his as he pushed deeper and deeper into me. “Harder?” he asked, making sure I could handle him.

“Yes” I breathed and he pushed his hips more forcefully against mine. I cried out and he continued grinding harder and harder into me until he was fully inside. I pulled desperately against the belt, wishing I could touch him.

He suddenly stopped, pulling himself out of me. I watched him as he grabbed at the dresser next to me and pulled a small foil packet from the drawer. He ripped it open and slid the condom down over himself in one quick motion. “If I get to rough you need to let me know.” I bit my lip and nodded. “Answer me!” he commanded.

“Yes, Sir” I breathed in a low moan. He pushed hard, filling me again as he rammed his body against mine. He did not try to be gentle. His thumb found my pleasure spot and he rubbed in small circles. I felt my body tightening around him and he moaned, clenching his jaw as he kept perfect rhythm. My body began to buck uncontrollably beneath him but he did not slow. As I came again he pushed harder and harder, collapsing on top of me as he panted in to my ear.

He lazily reached for the belt and freed my hands.

Chapter Thirteen

I rubbed my wrists gingerly as he got off the bed and pulled on his jeans. He picked up my pants and shirt and tossed them on the bed, not looking me in the eye. I shrugged my clothes on quickly wondering what I had done wrong. He grabbed my torn panties from the floor and slid them into his dresser drawer then quickly exited the room. I finished getting dressed and followed behind him. He was at the island in the kitchen, pouring himself another shot. I walked up behind him, wrapping my hands around his waist.

“Don’t” he said quietly as he pushed my hands away. He slammed back another shot and I felt mortified.

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked, worried that he had not enjoyed himself as much as I had. That was not exactly how I had pictured my first time, but I did not regret it. He did not answer, just stared off into the distance. “I’m going to go. I don’t live far from here.” I said, letting my voice trail off. He poured another drink, never taking his eyes off the bottle. I slinked out of the front door, this time he did not try to stop me. I made my way down the dimly lit staircase. I realized my books where still in his car but I decided to leave them. It was taking all of my strength not to break down and cry. I just wanted to get as far away from here as possible. I pulled out my phone but realized I had no one to call. I crossed my arms over my chest and walked quickly towards my house. The effects of the alcohol had all but worn off and I wished that they had not.

I could see headlights reflecting of the building in front of me as a car pulled up beside me and stopped.

“Get in.” Mr. Honor said angrily. I refused to look at him and began walking faster. His car slowly rolled beside me as I continued. “Get in!” he yelled louder and I could tell he was really pissed off.

“Fuck off!” I yelled back, surprising myself. He slammed his car into park and jumped out. I stopped, wondering what he was going to do as he stalked towards me. He was only wearing his jeans and nothing else. “Leave me alone.” I yelled angrily but he kept coming.

“Let’s go.” He said as he grabbed my arm, pulling me towards his car. I tried to wiggle free, but he tightened his grip. He opened the door and waited for me to comply. I glared at him and slid into the seat. He made his way to the driver’s side and got in, slamming the door loudly behind him.