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I ease deeper into the forest where it’s dark and forbidden, like my thoughts. I palm myself as I think about her humping her hand, slim little fingers working faster and faster.
My hand is her virgin cunt, too tight to fuck. My fingers are at the fluttering lips of her pussy, where I could just rub against her and come like that. Spilling my seed where she’s wet. Not inside her, just at the entrance.
Daddy.
I can’t.
Not yet.
Turning on my heel, I let myself stay frustrated. But those two words—not yet—carry me all the way to my house on the other side of the woods.
It’s time for me to think long and hard about what I want after this term is over. And I need to find out more about Lily’s parents.
Chapter 7
Lily
I fall asleep, dreaming of Sebastian jerking off between my legs. I wake up in the middle of the night, covered in a cold sweat.
Guilt.
It’s a familiar feeling to the girl who’s been kicked out of several schools and disappointed her parents in endless other ways. My whole life, I just haven’t fit in.
Fucking the headmaster is a new and unexpected way for me to self-sabotage a new situation. At least I waited until I was legal, so it’s just morally gray, not absolutely wrong.
It’s pretty fucking wrong.
Well, they shouldn’t make headmasters that hot. It’s not my fault.
But that stubborn refusal to accept blame doesn’t help me fall back asleep, and I toss and turn until dawn.
* * *
After breakfast, I meet my advisor for my thesis, the English Lit department head, Mrs. Taylor.
She says I can do most of my work independently, but she wants me to check in more frequently over the first couple of weeks, just to make sure I’m on the right track. Fine, whatever. I just want to get my credits and get out of here.
At lunch, Stacey tells me Mrs. Taylor is the school mom to Sebastian’s role as school dad. I burn with jealousy at the thought there might be something to that. She’s not off-limits the way I am. She’s pretty and grown-up, and they have lots in common.
I think.
I don’t actually know anything about what Sebastian likes, other than pressing me hard against walls and mirrors occasionally.
After lunch, I go to the library, get out my tablet, and start reading. When I finally finish my research for the day, it’s well past dinner.
I head to the dining hall anyway, knowing the drill from every other school I’ve gone to—snacks will be available until the dining hall closes at curfew.
What’s different from every other school is that this dining hall has a hot headmaster sprawled out on a chair, eating an orange and talking to a group of kids.
Maybe I can grab a sandwich before he sees me. That’s my best intentions plan. But once I grab food from the fridge, I make a hot chocolate and settle in at a table.
Go back to your room, Lily. I don’t move. I pull out my work instead, and I read. Fifty percent of my attention is on the book. The other half is tracking how his hands work the peel off the orange, the way he laughs before sliding a segment into his mouth.
I want to lick the taste of that orange off his lips.
Go back—
He stands up.
