The Teacher of Nothing

“Yes, I was fucking my legal student. Still am. In fact, she lives with me because she’s my goddamn girlfriend.”
Wayne gapes in shock at my brutal honesty. Quickly, he recovers and clears his throat. “You can no longer remain employed at this school. I’ll need you to gather your things immediately and leave the premises.”
“I’ll leave,” I agree, “but not until you transfer him”—I say, jabbing a finger toward Levi—“to another class. I will not have my girlfriend putting up with his abusive shit if I’m not there to protect her.”
“I’ll see what I can do—” Wayne starts, but I cut him off.
“You’ll do it now,” I growl. “Do it now and then I’ll be out of here.”

As though sensing my inner conversation, Callum leans over and nuzzles his nose in my hair. I smile and bask in his sweet affection.
“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”
This morning. Over and over while he fucked me in the shower.
My cheeks heat at the memory. I turn to meet his lips with a kiss.
“You could remind me again later.” I grin and a giggle slips out when he growls under his breath.
“Eat quickly, sweetheart.”
“And if I don’t?” I tease, glancing down at the way his cock thickens under his denim.
“Then I’ll punish you by eating slowly. So slowly you’ll go mad.”
Now it’s my turn to overheat from his words.
“You’re evil.”
“You’re evil for liking it.”
Touché.
Since we’re being evil and all, I take great delight in his guttural gasp when I palm his cock over his jeans. At this rate, we’ll never make it through dinner.
That’s okay, I’d rather have dessert first.
“I’m going to have to teach you a lesson on proper dinner table behavior,” Callum rasps out.
I squeeze his cock. “I’ll probably fail.”
He grips my wrist and tightens his hold. “If you fail, I’ll have to punish you.”
Getting punished by my sexy, rule breaking teacher doesn’t seem to be a punishment at all. I rub at his dick and flash him my most innocent, doe-eyed expression.
“Oh, it’s on now, sweetheart.” His jaw clenches as he eye-fucks me. “It’s so fucking on.”
And I cannot wait.

“We have a guest, Dad,” Gemma says, drawing everyone’s attention to the older man who’s quietly crept into the dining room unnoticed. “This is my friend, Willa.”
The man isn’t quite as big as Callum or Hugo, but there’s a formidable nature about him. Callum doesn’t stiffen like he did with Jamie. Instead, his chest bows slightly and his arm finds its way around me.
He’s taunting him. Or provoking him. I’m not sure which. It should irritate me that I’m being used in this performance, but it doesn’t. Callum’s father did him dirty and Callum still carries the pain from the betrayal. If I can help Callum stick it to his father in any way possible, I absolutely will.
“Dad,” Callum rumbles, arrogance dripping from his words. “Meet my girl, Willa. Willa, this is my father, Nathan.”
Girl. Not woman. I notice his word choice as another stab at his father, so I don’t take offense.