— Quel est le problème, William ? Vous n’aimez pas ne pas avoir le pouvoir ?
Elle se rapprocha, passa le fouet sur ma poitrine et le fit descendre sur mon ventre en le claquant légèrement contre moi. Comme je ne répondais pas, elle utilisa sa main libre pour me prendre fermement. Puis elle fit glisser lentement sa main le long de mon membre. Mon corps me trahit, et mon sexe grossit involontairement à son toucher.
Elle sourit, fière de sa capacité à me faire bander. Ses yeux se posèrent sur le banc de prière de l’autre côté de la pièce.
Je m’assis derrière mon bureau et essayai de tout faire pour la chasser de mon esprit. Cela fonctionna la plupart du temps, jusqu’à ce que quelqu’un fasse tomber bruyamment un manuel sur le plancher de bois. Mes yeux rencontrèrent immédiatement les siens. Cette fois-ci, elle soutint mon regard sans baisser les yeux. Elle se mordait la lèvre, et je me félicitai d’être assis et capable de cacher mon désir croissant pour elle.
Je passai ma langue sur mes lèvres, et elle rougit. Je me mis tout de suite à fouiller dans les papiers sur mon bureau. Je devrai apprendre à être en sa présence sans la laisser me faire cet effet. Je n’étais rien de plus qu’un enseignant pour elle.
“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.
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