The Snake and the Butterfly (11/?)
Fandom: ex-ghost/ghost/tid/mcc/priest
Rating: R
Disclaimer: standard
Notes: we're trying something new wooooo
Warnings: none
When you wake up you forget where you are for a few seconds, you look to your left where you usually have your alarm only to find darkness. You stare at the ceiling for a long time trying to concentrate when it hits you that you aren't in your dorm, and as confirmation you reach out to the opposite side of the bed and put your hand down. You're hand hits skin and you feel a bit relieved by it, you roll onto your side and curl into him putting your head against his shoulder and keeping your hand against his chest. You aren't sure if he's awake or if its just a reaction he has to you in his sleep but whenever you do this he always seems to wake up enough to adjust to you and then he puts an arm around you and promptly goes back to sleep, this morning is no different. You shift just slightly and cringe when you feel the oh so familiar ache of last nights exploits but you can't keep yourself from smiling through the discomfort, you had no idea what was going on but you felt like the more you and he had sex the more intense it had been getting. You certainly weren't complaining though, because among some other things, you'd found that you had a liking for rough fucking and there was no denying that he was amazing at it. If you hadn't been dating him for as long as you had...you would've thought someone like him was too good to be straight with you but he was by the very definition-most times at least-that guy that behaved and looked rather unassuming but once you got him in the bedroom he was a fucking beast, and you loved it. Of course, when he was Mr. Rubino he was the fairly laid back but also sort of strict medical engineering instructor...when he was Linton he was quirky, perverted and a die hard pot head...and when he was Master or Sir...or as you'd discovered last night, Daddy...he could be a voracious and downright brutal lover. The one common thing about all three sides of him were that he always had that soft spot for you, even during the harshest punishment you'd had to go through this far, there was always that small part of him that showed in his eyes.
You hear his phone start to go off and you wonder if its an alarm or if someone is calling him, he doesn't seem to wake up at first but after what feels like forever of it going off you feel him pull his arm from around you to roll over and pick it up holding it close to his face for a few seconds. He turns it off and drops it onto his chest before he lets out a long sigh, the only light in the room is that clock that never says the right time, but its enough light to see him squinting at the darkness around him with a rather unimpressed look on his face. He stays like that for a few minutes before he suddenly rolls over onto you, keeping a majority of his weight off you and putting his face against your chest, you hear him mumble something but you don't understand him. You put both your hands through his hair slowly before you ask him to repeat himself.
"Come again Sir?"
"I...fucking...hate...mondays."
"I know..." you keep pulling your fingers through his hair and you can't help the small laugh that comes out at the way he's being. You know he's not totally awake.
"Don't want to get up...or deal with people...or adult in general."
You debate in your mind for a few seconds about saying what you want to say. "I know Daddy but we need to....we're adults."
You feel him smile against the skin of your chest before he pushes himself up a little, he's looking at you now. "You know something, I can get used to you calling me that."
"I know I could call you that all you want...but it's not very practical for school or around other people Sir."
He leans in and kisses you softly before rolling back off of you. "Fuck other people."
You both laugh as he picks up his phone now that he's a bit more awake and you see him scan through his email before looking back at you.
"We should probably start thinking about getting ready to go babygirl."
You nod and wait for him to get out of bed first before you slip out as well.
When you were at your dorm, he texted you when he woke up telling you what he would like you to wear...and when you woke up and saw it you always answered him back and proceeded to dress yourself accordingly to his wishes. Since you'd been staying at his place more and more, you had a good portion of clothes in his room for when you spent the night there...he still chose what he wanted you to wear and you still dressed in it regardless. It wasn't bad at all though, you'd sat down with him one day and gone over clothes that you both liked so him choosing what you were wearing for the day was actually quite fun. While he tried very hard to keep things appropriate-he couldn't have you go to class naked unfortunately though if the opportunity was there he would take it-but sometimes it was obvious he wanted to admire a certain part of you all day. Nothing was ever inappropriate for class though that didn't stop Gunner and Rob from making an issue out of it. You knew there was a tenseness between them and Linton, and ever since Rob had taken that picture of the two of you, you'd tried your hardest to stay away from them though it was impossible to avoid them completely. They were both in your classes...and unfortunately Gunner lived in the same building as you though you two never crossed paths in the almost two and half years you'd lived there so far. You knew that Rob no longer had the picture as Martin and Aksel had obliterated his phone and Linton had taken the memory card...but the fact he'd seen you two was worrisome in its own right. You feel like Linton is trying to protect you from all of it, but he also knows that realistically when this ball drops both of you are going to get rolled over...he's just trying to take some of the heat off of you. You hole up in the bathroom for a short time before you see him come in half dressed and holding some clothes for you, you recognize the clothes because he likes them on you so you do end up wearing them a lot, it makes you laugh as you finish braiding your hair. You move out of the way so he can try to tame his own hair...and you use the word tame very strongly because right now it looks like it is defying physics, you give him a once over and set about pulling on the clothes he's given you. When you catch him watching you, you make sure to make it worth his while as you pull your shirt on and then make it a point to give him a very generous view of your ass as you pull your skirt on. It's a pretty simple outfit really...a black skirt that hits you about just above the knees and a very worn in black band shirt...but there is something about it that makes him choose it over and over again. You actually think that it's because its a shortish skirt and he just likes looking at your legs and ass but you aren't about to complain about it, you feel him give your backend a firm smack before he drops his voice a little.
"Shouldn't tease when you know we don't have time babygirl."
By the time you both get to the science building the mood is already a bit tense...and despite that fact that it is hard to not try and comfort him in public you try your best to play it off. It's been a show for so many months that you have your book out and are ready to look like you are stumped by a question that he will half assed explain on the walk up to the room...but something is off today. It feels like many of the students are looking at the both of you oddly, staring a bit too long or looking between the two of you and then looking at their friends...you already feel your stomach flip from your nerves because the first thing you can think of is that the secret is out. You can feel Linton is just as tense as you are and as soon as you get in the building you can see why so many of the others were staring...you aren't sure what you feel but you feel like you might be angry and suddenly anxious at the same time.
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When you'd both started the walk to the school you'd noticed it, but you'd not said anything. Random looks, stares and it was plainly a look of disapproval at you, you are in a bit of denial about what was really happening and you'd remembered your gut feeling last night. You don't try to hurry to the science building or stop Ophelia from pulling out her book to start up the show that she was having trouble with her work...she notices it finally as well and you can feel the change in her instantly. When the two of you manage to get into the building you can feel your temper flare up but on the outside you look eerily stoic, there is a group of kids around the tack board on the main level and as you slowly walk towards it the group parts like a sea. The picture isn't great quality...its grainy as hell and its in relative darkness, but it is unmistakably the two of you standing outside of your office, you can see the dark spot where your tie was still on her wrist even...it was the night you'd given her the necklace and had prayed to god that she would accept it. You feel like you're trying to hold back fire in your chest when you reach up and tear it off the board before folding it up and walking back towards the stairs...calm...collected...but inside, you are seething. You knew that they would do something...you knew it was only a matter of time and now...it was impossible to deny that it was the two of you kissing outside of your office all those months ago. You look at Ophelia who looks absolutely mortified and grab her hand-no sense in keeping it secret anymore-before you pull her away from the group of students and up the stairs to the top floor where the classrooms are. Once you both get into the classroom you close and lock the door before letting some of your anger surface, you bring your foot up to the side of your desk and kick it hard enough the whole thing moves before letting out a angry slew of curses...thankfully Ophelia knows better than to be intimidated by you like this because she knows that she couldn't ever make you as irate as you are now.
"I knew...I knew those two pieces of shit were up to something..."
"There isn't anything we can do about it now though...so what do we do?"
You put your hands through your hair and sigh, trying to gain you composure again so you could think rationally. "We be honest...there isn't any official rule about this, neither of us should be under any discipline for this...but I'm going to have to transfer your classes..."
She looks at you like she doesn't understand.
"They're going to say that I'm showing preferential treatment to you...if I transfer you out of my classes they won't be able to play that card."
"But I'm going for this subject...I need the credits for your classes."
You shake your head. "No...Martin can teach you my material...and if that doesn't work...i'll teach you outside class, not that I really think you'll need it." You keep your hands on your head. "I can handle getting the glares, the talks, the other shit...but you don't deserve it so I need to put distance between us here..."
"How long does it usually take?"
"A month or so...but I think given these circumstances they'll speed that right the fuck up."
She doesn't say anything for a long time and you know that there is a question hanging between the two of you, neither of you know what is going to happen when you unlock that door. You know that there is going to be a lot of talk...a lot of looks...and the only thing you can think of is to address it head on so you ask her what she thinks is a good course of action. She shakes her head, and tells you that she doesn't know...she's still in shock. You sigh and try to mentally get yourself ready for all the bullshit that is going to come...and you lose yourself in thought for a while before you feel her standing next to you. You look up at her and she just offers you a very small smile before taking your hand and putting it on the necklace.
"We knew this was going to happen eventually...realistically. At the end of the day though, we'll get through this right?"
"Come hell or high water babygirl."
You had always been a sort of quirky loner in a way...and you'd been able to wether many shitty days by yourself...but you were happy that you had her because today was literally taking everything out of you. You were pissed off and already mentally exhausted. When you'd finally opened the door to let students in they'd immediately looked between the two of you and the room was rife with whispered words until you-in your typical asshole nature-slammed your bag on the desk hard enough you legitimately were worried you'd damaged your phone which was buried in there somewhere. You pull the picture out of your pocket and unfold it to hold it up so all the class can see it before you lay it down.
"A lot of you have seen this already, and I'm saying this now. This shit stays out of my class. I don't care if you want to talk about it in the hall or anywhere else, but if I even think that this is being discussed here...I will personally see you out the door." You see a few faces that look surprised. "Neither party owes an explanation to anyone here, and so I will not tolerate the gossip in my class. If any of you have a problem with that, there's the fucking door."
When no one moves to get up after a few minutes of tense silence you pick up your book and start your lecture even though you are certain that not one person in that room is listening. This had been nothing...these were all underclassmen to Ophelia and the only reason she was even here in the first class was because Martin didn't give a shit if she showed up as long as she kept her grades good in his class...which she did. You had something special in store for your advanced classes. You knew that a lot of kids just didn't care...you weren't going to say a thing...but you intended to be merciless to Rob and Gunner...because you knew they were behind it.
When the next class comes in you see Ophelia moving her things to the back of the class and while you don't approve of it necessarily you can't blame her either. There are only a few of the class that give you strange looks but it's not lost on you how many looks she's getting and in that moment you wish that you could just have her next to you but you know its not possible while you are here. You see Rob and Gunner walk in, looking as happy as they possibly could and when Rob see's you his expression sobers up quickly while Gunner just gives you the most shitty grin you've ever seen. Once everyone is settled you start class as you normally would until you come to questions about last week to which Gunner raises his hand and you nod in his direction.
"I have a non related question."
"Why am I not surprised."
"How long have you been-"
"Let me stop you right there...course related questions only please. If you have something you'd like to discuss with me...I'd be happy to talk to you in private after class Gunner."
You are actually surprised that your tone isn't lost on him, you can instantly see a change in his demeanor and it appears that he gets knocked down a few pegs when he realizes you are openly inviting him to have a one on one with him...wether its talking or beating the hell out of him only you'd know. You continue along with other questions until everyone has been caught up and you start your lecture, you busy yourself with writing on the board, trying to explain some of the more complicated aspects of the advanced classes, and reminding them that lab days were pretty much 70% of the class at this level, and to not forget their extra clothes. You stare right at the two boys when you say it and absolutely revel in the way they shrink from you, you know that you look angry...you aren't trying to hide how pissed off you are with them and you get a good feeling that they know. When the class is over and you are sure that neither of the boys wants to fuck with you at the moment, you stop Ophelia before she leaves the room, you can see in her eyes that she's having a very hard time trying to keep herself above it all and you want to tell her how proud you are that she is but you don't have the words to really convey it at the moment. So you give her a kiss and pull her close to you in a tight hug that she returns, its the first time that you've not given a damn if someone walked by and saw what you were doing and in a way it was very freeing.
"If you have any trouble...just tell one of the guys, if anyone thinks they can fuck with you they have something else entirely coming to them."
"I'll be fine...just have to make it to the end of the day."
You watch her leave and it's hard to let her out of your sight really but you know that most, if not all, of the sciences instructors like you so you try not to worry.
You spend a majority of your classes after that giving what little lecture you had left in you and letting them read or do coursework while you tried to distract yourself. You knew that you'd be getting a talking to at some point today and you were just waiting for Niels and Alex to come to your door asking questions, but as the hours went on no one had come and you were feeling a sense of measured relief that maybe that talking too wasn't going to happen. You know better though, they get you when you are going to lock up and once again you find yourself with your hand over your temples in Niels's office with Alex standing next to him with crossed arms.
"What are you thinking? Like seriously...what are you actually thinking Linton?"
You put your hands up in a frustrated way. "I'm thinking I'm dating someone."
Alex chimes in. "A student."
"An adult." You look at him the same way he is looking at you and once again like that first day you met him he's holding your glare.
"Look...this...it needs to stop or at least be kept quiet. This is a PR nightmare waiting to happen." Niels puts his head against his hand and sighs loudly.
"What I do in my own personal life has no bearing on the job that I do here. When she's in my class she is my student and I don't treat her any different than the others. She earns her good grades because she's smart." You hold your glare with Alex the whole time until he looks at Niels.
"She can't stay in his class."
"I'm already in the process of transferring her to Martin's classes. I won't see her, I won't grade her, I won't have a thing to do with her classwork here." You lean against your arm on the chair and cock your head slightly. "I'm doing what I can to minimize the extent I'm involved in her schoolwork Niels...what else can I do."
"Stop dating her."
"Not going to happen."
"How long has this been going on."
"Awhile. That's all you need to know."
"Rubino this really isn't the time to get attitude."
"Or what...you're going to fire me?" You shrug. "Fire me then."
Niels looks at you exasperated. "Are you really willing to loose your job over this?"
"Yes. I've done nothing against any rules that are in place at this school. It's not illegal and I've managed to keep my work and personal life as separate as they can be. I literally have done all I can, but I won't stop dating her."
"Niels...just fire him, we can find better anyhow." Alex has his hands on the other's desk looking at him.
"My hands are tied..."
"So if this little chat is over...I'm going to go now."
"Where do you have to be that is so important on a Monday?"
You get up and cross your arms over you chest before you look at him in the eyes and with the straightest face you can keep you answer him. "It's been a stressful day...and intend to fuck my stress away thank you very much."
You see Niels's mouth drop open and you see Alex have a similar expression before you turn around and leave the office.
After the first initial month of Gunner and Rob's little reveal, things settle back to the way they were, the only difference being that by the time the halfway mark for the year came around you were down to only seeing O in the halls, in the lab and after classes were over, sometimes she'd come to your office to talk or just be there...other times she came to be of service. You noticed a trend in how things worked lately, every time things would calm down for you two, something would happen and usually it was something fairly big. Lately the last month had been pretty quiet, no one batted an eye at either of you-probably because you two kept yourselves in check at school-and it was nearing the winter break which marked you two being officially together for the last two and half years...this time though Ophelia had some definite plans and she'd brought them up once or twice before but was still unsure of wether it was a good idea or not. In two years...she'd not met your family...and you hadn't met hers either, you both supposed it was time. You were sitting in your office on the phone with your dad when she quietly came in and when she heard you talking she stopped and looked at you with the strangest expression, you almost don't catch your dad's question about the next time you'll be out to visit because you are wondering why she's looking at you the way she is. It isnt really until you answered him back that you realize something a little funny, two years together and not once have you ever told her about where you were from...because you weren't born in the states like she was. Two years and you'd never spoken a word of Swedish in front of her until right now and it makes you laugh. You hear your dad ask you what's funny and you tell him that you'll have to call him back to which he sighs and tells you ok before you hear his end cut off. She is still standing by the door looking at you and you tilt your head at her and tell her to sit down.
"What was that?"
"A phone call."
She gives you a look and you raise your eyebrows at her. "Don't make me put you over my knee because of a look babygirl."
"I mean what was that..that you were speaking."
"Swedish."
She looks like she wants to ask how you know it so you give her a smile and shrug.
"You'd never guess that I wasn't born here right?"
"You're English is amazing then Sir."
"Thank you." You lean your head on your hand. "What's up O?"
"I wanted to see if you'd changed your mind about meeting my parents...I'm not sure it'll be a good idea Sir."
"Why would I change my mind on that?"
"I don't know Sir..."
"That's how this works...we talked about this already. It's been a couple years..."
"I know Sir...I guess I'm just nervous."
"I bet your dad hasn't forgotten about you getting arrested huh..."
"Not even remotely."
You can't help but laugh. "I've corrupted his little girl..."
"In more ways than one Daddy."
You can see her give you just the slightest smile and you suddenly are very aware of how much you'd like to see her bent over this desk but you resist the urge and give her a smile back.
The few weeks up until the break are not terribly eventful, you have your own plans for when you visit her parents and so far that plan has included no sex for Ophelia. There are a couple of times that you take pity on her and hand fuck her to let her find release...but overall you want her a bit desperate. You make sure to let her know that this isn't a punishment at all but you want her to wait because it will be worth it, and like she always has with you, she doesn't question you about it. How your time at her childhood home was spent was entirely up to her parents, you'd heard her dad over the phone before...and you weren't a fan of how he spoke to his own daughter, you had a very good idea that you may not be liked when you showed up but you were ok with it. You don't even really know how her parents had heard about the night in the tank...it wasn't school policy to make phone calls every time someone's overage kid got hammered and got into trouble so you were wondering if it had been one of the small group of people that were starting to become a pain in your ass. You literally didn't think you had the energy to be as angry as you got over that small trio...but sure enough if you thought about them long enough you felt seething anger at them...so you tried like everything you had to distract yourself from it. O was always a help with distraction though, and between her and trying to plan a trip that didn't involve sliding off a highway somewhere and freezing to death you were able to let go of some of that. Sad as it was, even if her parents hated you, you were still looking forward to getting away from here, and in a way it was a small vacation that you'd get to spend with her which was always a plus. Especially if things went the way you were hoping they did...she definitely wouldn't forget this trip back home.
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You can't help but feel a small twinge of anger at the last few weeks...before he'd come along you'd been just fine with not ever having sex, but being practically cut off wasn't sitting well with you either. You always tried to avoid seeing it like that though, he'd told you that if you could hold out that it would be worth it, and he'd not lied to you yet about something like that, and you believed him with your whole being but it was hard to not be angry when he didn't seem to be suffering as much as you. Admittedly after the first week he'd denied you, you'd gotten attitude with him but it had ended rather quickly with just a look...you knew he didn't like brats and you also knew what he'd do if you showed the same attitude again. There weren't many times he' d had to punish you but when he did he was always pretty creative and knew just what to do to make the punishment stick in your mind, he knew that embarrassment was a good punishment for you but it could also be something that worked for you if he did it correctly. The perfect example of that was him turning you over his knee and spanking you like a child, or making you write lines...these were punishments for the most part...they were embarrassing to you because it made you feel like you were 5. On the other hand, if he was fucking you and made you beg or called you names...it was embarrassing also but it worked for you...He knew how to make you feel embarrassed in two completely different ways. You always came back to the knowledge that he had a plan for you and if he said that this period of abstinence would be worth it you believed him because you knew he wouldn't do this to be cruel. You tried to keep this in mind as best as you could when you were called on a few times to be of service to him, which honestly you did enjoy, but to have to sit there and see him in such pleasure made you feel a bit jealous...and he knew. He'd told you one time that he'd spoiled you a bit while training because he enjoyed having sex with you more than he did much else...which meant that almost every time you went down on him he'd made the decision to fuck you instead of making you wait.
Spoiled or not, the Friday of the break had come and you were tense, it showed no matter how hard you tried to hide it or mitigate it with other things that usually de-stressed you. Even Gunner, who had taken to teasing you in the hallways like a fucking highschooler-had steered clear of you the last few days. Everything is made worse by the fact that you barely get to see Linton at all anymore during the week and so since it is the last day of classes for awhile, you are looking forward to seeing him...even if you feel like you might punch him. The plan was that you would pack that night and spend the night at his house...and the next morning you'd both leave and drive the couple of hours to your town. You'd always told him that you lived in the neighboring city but in reality you lived just past it in a small town that was considered a suburb of said city, you'd spent a good portion of the months between your undergrad and the start of your advanced studies at a friend's home so the drive hadn't been terrible when you'd left those years ago. You had just left Simon's class and had some free time so you decide that maybe a trip to the library is in order to pass some time...you opt for the back stairs as they are less populated and will take you directly where you want to go. You push the door to the stairwell open and as you're heading down you pull your phone out to check and see if you've missed any calls or messages, you scroll through them not really paying attention to where you're going until you feel your shoulder hit someone else and immediately you look up and start apologizing until you realize who you've run into. You already know what he's doing in the stairwell by the smell that follows him and you shake your head before you see Linton give you a small smirk, before you can question why he's smirking you find yourself spun around against the wall of the landing with his hand up your skirt. All you can do is put your head against the wall and bite your lip when you feel his hand against you moving slowly but firmly enough that you start to move your hips with him just slightly. He puts his mouth against your ear and presses his hips against you, you can feel him very clearly through his pants and it makes you shiver.
"Soon babygirl..."
You feel his hand rub against you just right and you push back against him reflexively, you hear him let out a small groan into your ear and it's out of your mouth before you can stop yourself from saying it."Why not now....please, I've been patient Sir..."
"Be patient just a bit longer..."
You both hear the door a few floors above you open, but he doesn't pull away from you at first, instead he pushes his hips up against you again and bites your ear.
"I'm going to break you in two."
You bite back a low moan before he pulls away from you before giving you a quick kiss on the cheek before he is up the stairs and out of sight...you stand there with your back against the wall for a few seconds trying to calm yourself down enough to walk the rest of the way, you want to scream because he's got you bothered enough that you aren't able to concentrate on much else. It aches the whole way downstairs and once you sit down in the library you try to discreetly relieve yourself but find that you can't, you put your head against the desk and sigh heavily...he better hold up to that promise of breaking you with as badly as he's teasing you.
That night you go to your dorm and start throwing clothes into your bag, you're too distracted to really care what you're packing though, the run in in the stairwell had been on your mind and as much as you hated him right now for teasing you like he had with no intention of relieving you until at least that weekend...it just made you look forward to getting to your parents and getting this over with. You're mom had been excited about you coming home...but your dad had not said much over the phone. You knew that he was still sour about the news you'd been out drinking and had been arrested for public intoxication...then again your dad had always been a bit hard on you. He had always expected excellence from you and while it hadn't been hard to do it when you were younger, the older you got the harder it became to make him happy...you supposed that when you were in your late teens you stopped trying to care...but somewhere inside you, you still did. You wanted nothing more than for your parents to like Linton but you knew realistically they probably wouldn't. Whoever had called your parents about that night had just said that you'd been out drinking with staff at school...they'd not mentioned a name or a specific occupation so you were hoping that questions about it would be easy to dodge. They would be even less impressed with knowledge you were very sexually active with him and you two weren't married...and god forbid he find out Linton used condoms. You're dad used to be in law enforcement and even though he was no longer actively on the street he still worked in the system..he was simply too valuable as a worker to let go entirely. He was also very very strictly catholic...that was how you'd been raised and until you were a teenager you followed it too, now though, you were not practicing but it was still out of respect that you knew he could never know that fact. You head over to Linton's after you are sure you have everything you'll need, when you get there you put your bag next to his and you two watch some Tv before deciding to go to bed, nothing happens though and although you are a little disappointed-you had hoped that he'd slip up maybe-you try to keep yourself positive and you look forward to his plans.
The next morning you wake up to your phone going off and after you blink a few times and try to shake the sleep out of your eyes you answer it, you are too slow though as the line cuts off right when you go to say hello. You pull it away from your ear and stare for the longest time at the number, trying to think of who it could be but when nothing comes to mind you shrug and lay back down, going right back to using your unassuming boyfriend as a pillow. It still seems odd to you to think of him like that, you actually had never called him that before and while you knew that was what he was to you it was odd to think you're going to be saying it in a handful of hours. You feel him shift slightly and you find yourself suddenly pulled over top of him, he has an arm wrapped around you and you see his other arm fall back to the bed with a light thud as he falls back asleep. You put your head against his shoulder and tuck your arms under you enjoying the warmth of him, you have a feeling that the week you're at your parents' house you aren't going to be sleeping in the same bed as him so you try to enjoy this as much as you can now. You had to admit that he had been very truthful when he said that he wasn't too strict, you were sure there were times you'd said something that shouldn't have been said or done something you shouldn't have done, but all in all Linton only really enforced a handful of his rules and you knew those well enough, and if he had any new non permanent ones he always made sure you understood what they were, how long they were in place and why they were being used. The core of it was still there though, you were there for his pleasure and you certainly enjoyed being able to figuratively bring him to his knees with it, you were the only one that could make him see heaven and likewise he was the only one that could do that for you. It didn't hurt that you simply weren't attracted to other men either...you knew of so many other couples that looked at other people-though they would never do anything. Neither of you were in the least perfect but you felt like he was perfect for you, you'd never actually sat down and thought about what you'd have been looking for but if you did you were almost positive that he'd be all the things you would list. You close your eyes and try to clear your mind so you can get some more sleep but it's rudely interrupted by your phone again, you let out a sigh but don't try to move...you don't want to leave the warm cocoon that you're in. You are surprised when you see his free arm search for your phone before holding it up and rejecting the call, you see the same number as earlier before the screen goes dark and you try to figure out where you've seen the number before...and more importantly why is it calling you so early in the morning.
You feel him shift slightly so that he can stretch a bit, you see him open his eyes slightly and look at the ceiling for a few moments.
"Too early for that..."
You agree but your mind is still trying to place it, he must have felt how tense you were because you feel the arm that was around you start to rub at your back.
"If it really was important they'll leave you a message."
"Or just text me..." You close your eyes and feel like you could melt into him at that moment, it was still early and since your parents didn't live too far away there was really no need to get up so early, so you focus on how he's running his fingers over your shoulder and back, it doesn't seem to take too long to feel like you could fall asleep again. He puts his arm around you again and you can feel him start to fall back asleep as well until his phone starts to go off and you both groan together as he switches arms and looks for his own now holding it up to his face to see what it was going off for. He stops it from ringing and puts it back down sighing heavily.
"Forgot to turn off the alarm for work...."
You can't help but laugh.
"Since we're up though..."
You lean up so that you're looking at him. "How are we getting there by the way...I don't think we can fit all of that on my bike...and you don't strike me as the type to sit on the back Sir."
"You would be correct on that...I'd rather not ride bitch." He chuckles and puts his hands against his eyes trying to wake up a bit more. "I do have a vehicle you know."
"How come I've never seen it?"
"Because I walk everywhere...unless I have to travel outside town...which happens sometimes." You feel him slide his hands down to your backside and give you a short smack. "Really should remember your titles babygirl."
You put your head back down against his shoulder and shut your eyes but you can't keep a smile off your face. "Sorry Daddy..."
You both lay in bed for a bit, neither one of you wants to get up because it is earlier than you really intended to get up...but you both decide it might be a good idea to get a bit of a head start. Traffic was usually pretty bad on the the first weekend of break because of everyone trying to get out at once so after a lot of convincing you manage to get Linton out of bed to where he is now sitting on the edge with a half asleep scowl on his face. You know he's not a morning person and today is really no different despite the fact that you'd both gone to sleep relatively early and here he was having been half awake for about an hour and still grumpy. You know that he needs coffee to function though so you ask him if you can go downstairs to which he nods and says you can but that you should probably put some clothes on since he isn't sure if Simon is downstairs as well. It's rather typical anymore, you felt just as comfortable out of your clothes with him anymore as you did in them anywhere else...you weren't going to say that you were completely comfortable with your body as a whole but you knew that he appreciated every inch of you so it hadn't been such a hard thing to do anymore. You pick up one of his shirts and pull it over yourself before going downstairs, you don't miss him shaking his head as you leave the room and it makes you chuckle a little before you get to the kitchen. You've done this so many mornings here that its second nature to you anymore, you get everything ready and get the coffee going before leaning against the counter and letting your mind zone out a little. You're trying hard to ignore how nervous you are, your mind starts to go over the different ways this could go, they could end up liking him-as unlikely as it would be. They could think that you'd done rather well for yourself all things considered...after all Linton was smart, he was funny, and he had a certain quality about him that either made people like him or hate him. On the other hand, they could hate him-as you expected at least from your dad-and while you hoped that it wasn't going to be as bad as you were thinking...you felt like you needed to be prepared for the worst. You knew that your dad hadn't forgotten about your minor arrest and while he had never heard of Linton you suspected that he'd know the minute he saw him. You sigh and start getting cups together for when Linton decides to come down as well. It takes about two hours to get ready between trying to get dressed and trying to wake up enough that either of you could function properly it makes up for how early you two had woken up. Things were made a little more difficult when Linton decides its a good idea to tease you as you try to put your clothes on, and while it makes you a little frustrated, the larger reaction you have is that it makes you want to jump on him. You already can tell that today is going to be him testing you and maybe that is the plan all along, either way you really look forward to when you get to be alone with him again.
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You can't resist teasing her a bit, even on the way to her parents' you really can't resist it. You know she's a bit frustrated but you wanted her like that, you wanted her to be rife with anticipation first and foremost, but it also seemed to get her mind off of how nervous she was that you were meeting her parents. You couldn't lie though, you were also a tad nervous for obvious reasons...you know how people feel about you and you expect the worst out of the whole situation if you were being honest. You would try your best to be respectful, but if it came down to it-like what you'd heard over the phone before-you weren't going to let it fly. When she starts pointing out directions and the highway turns into residential streets you can sense the change in her almost immediately, she looks around and has her lip between her teeth as she nods at a moderately sized home to the left. It's literally perfect in almost every way and its a little off putting by the way not one single thing is out of place...from the flowers to the small decorations that were hidden between the plants. You can certainly see a young Ophelia living here already by that alone. Once you kill the engine you both just sit in the car for a few minutes, you glance at her and see that she is pulling at the hem of her shirt and looks like she is debating what to do so you reach over and put your hand over hers making her look over at you in a bit of surprise-like she'd forgotten you were there.
"It'll be fine..."
"You're not nervous at all?"
"Very...but whatever happens is going to happen and we don't know until we go in."
She nods but doesn't look entirely convinced. "You can't say anything about me not practicing...they don't know."
"Not a problem..."
"You cannot...cannot say a thing about condoms or birth control."
"Ok...can I ask why?"
"Unless you want to hear a Catholic's lecture on it it might just be a good idea to say we do nfp...if it even comes up...maybe we should just say that we haven't done anything...he wouldn't believe-"
"Ophelia!"
She looks up surprised at you but quickly apologizes.
"You don't need to apologize...just relax babygirl. I doubt they will even ask about any of that...they only need to know the basics anyhow."
"God I hope he doesn't ask..."
"If he does...then we just be honest with him." You pause for a few seconds...."What the hell is nfp anyway?"
"Basically its knowing when you are fertile and when you're not. Its birth control without artificially preventing pregnancy."
"That...doesn't sound like it would be very effective..."
She lets out a small laugh. "It actually is if you do everything right..."
"Hm...learned something new today I guess." You look at the house before looking back at her. "We should probably get out..."
When you finally calm her down enough to get out of the car she has a deathgrip on your arm the whole walk up to the door and if you didn't know better it felt like she was trying to disappear into your side. You put your arm behind her back and push her forward just slightly before giving her a reassuring smile, she knocks on the door and after a few minutes it opens and its like all the nervousness that she'd been feeling before diminished when she saw her mom. Her mom is maybe only a tad taller than O...she has light blonde hair and eyes that give her a sleepy look to her. She's dressed rather well for it being a Saturday morning but you figure it matches how the house looks, when the older woman gets done giving her daughter a hug she turns to you with a strange look on her face before she looks back at Ophelia.
"Who's your friend?"
"I'll tell you and dad at once...where is he?"
Her mom seems to look like she comes out of a daze for a few seconds before moving so that you both can come in, and its only when you pass by her that you know you recognize the smell. Her mom isn't exactly drunk...but she's been drinking and you fight the urge to laugh a bit as you get led through the house. You are literally amazed at how immaculate the house is, compared to how your own home looked, this was museum clean. Not one thing out of place, not one piece of dirt visible, not one surface that wasn't fucking shining...it was hard to imagine her parents ever having kids if this was how the house looked when she was growing up. You get led to the living area of the house and see what you can only assume is her dad sitting in a chair and reading the paper, you stay by the door while Ophelia goes over to him and it's like you're watching a different person entirely. It's like she's hesitant to bother him and after a few moments of her saying his name he puts the paper down and looks at her then back at you, even sitting down you can tell that he's a bigger guy, almost like he used to play sports in school but years of relative inactivity made him a bit softer. He had a stern look that was accentuated by very strong features, you could tell that his hair used to be very dark but age had given him some silver streaks and like his wife he is also impeccably dressed in slacks and ironed shirt...even from across the room you can feel that authority roll off of him.
After a few minutes of talking that you really can't hear she turns around and looks at you before offering her hand to you in a sign that she would have liked you to come over to her, you walk over and feel her arm go around your waist and its then that you can really feel how nervous she is. Her dad makes her nervous and you can understand why from some of the stories you've heard. He's almost exactly your opposite, he used to be on the police force and had been a pretty strict father as far as what he expected from his daughter...but you can imagine that he was also very protective of his only child. You give him a tense smile before you hear Ophelia speak again.
"Mom...dad, this is my boyfriend...Linton."
Her mom seems happy enough but her dad eyes you carefully, you try to ignore it though because you can understand...he looks at you for a long time before he looks back at O and gives her a reserved smile.
"How long have you two been dating now?"
"I met him my first day of classes actually...but we didn't start dating until two years ago...give or take a few months."
"And you're just now letting us meet him?"
"If it didn't work out I didn't want to waste anyones time..."
He seems to take in her answer before turning to you and gesturing over to the couch. "You two can sit, no need to be standing there like strangers." You both go and sit down, he still has this look on his face at you and you can't seem to place what it is. "So...Linton...what do you do?"
"Well sir...I am a lecturer..." You try to word it as vaguely as you can. "I just happened to be lecturing in your daughter's class that day...was pretty sure the teacher was hungover."
Her father raises a brow at you. "Should be fired."
"Couldn't agree more sir...I suppose they just don't have the budget to hire new."
"...how old are you?"
You can see something in his eyes and you get the feeling that he may not believe you, but you go on with it...you get the feeling this isn't just friendly chit chat. "36."
"A bit older than Lia aren't you?"
"6 years isn't such a large gap..."
"I suppose you're right..." He turns to Ophelia and her mom and asks them to leave, polite as ever, so that he could talk to you, they both get up and leave without much hesitation although you do see a small look of panic in her eyes as she leaves your sight. You sit there in silence for what seems like forever before her dad uncrosses his legs and sits up straight, leaning forward against this knees a bit so that he is able to look at you more closely. "You're the one that was with LIa when she got arrested weren't you."
"Yes sir."
"I'm going to tell you this once boy...that girl is my pride and joy in this life, I'm willing to over look that incident and chalk it up to the 'college experience'. You will not bring my child to that level again...and if you harm her or treat her badly." He had been wearing a pair of glasses, he takes them off as if to accentuate his point. "I will make your life a living hell. I promise you that you will regret the day you were born."
You can feel that large part of you hold his stare with just as much dominance and for a few seconds neither of you move. "Understood sir."
The rest of the day is fairly uneventful, it is mainly her catching up with her parents and the occasional question that gets tossed your way which you try to answer without giving away too much. When it gets later her mom shows you the guest room they have and you thank her before putting your bag on the bed and sighing. You knew you weren't going to get to sleep in the same room as her but you still felt a bit disappointed that you hadn't even had the chance to make the assumption. On top of that was the fact that the hall that the bedrooms were in had all three bedrooms in a row with a bathroom on the opposite side...which meant that it was the guest room...her parents' room and then her room. It made your plans that much harder to execute but you were open to a challenge like this and after everyone had turned in for the night, you had been laying in bed listening to the sound of the house. You could hear her parents' muffled talking through the wall and hear them when they got up and when they got back into bed...it was only about an hour after everyone had been in their room s that you cease to hear them talking and that's when you start to think about your plan of action for the night.
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You could already tell that your dad was less than impressed with Linton if by no other way than the way he had been eyeing him. And when he'd asked you and your mom to leave you felt panic take a hold of you because you didn't know what was going to happen or what was going to be said...you'd had to spend the next hour trying to busy yourself with helping your mom around the house. The only relief you got really was when it was time to go to sleep and even then you couldn't relax. You were so used to sleeping with him that the absence of his warmth made it hard to get settled. The absence of your whole routine had made it hard to feel the least bit relaxed despite being in your childhood room which should have made you feel a bit at ease. You are almost at a loss for what to do with yourself, you haven't even gotten yourself ready for bed yet because you feel like you aren't ready. By the time you settle on keeping a tank top on and your underwear you lay in bed restlessly and stare at the ceiling...you want so badly to go to the guest room but you know without his permission it would be pointless to go. You hear your phone start to go off and after some searching you find it and see that its a video call so answer it and wait for it to connect, when it finally does you can clearly see the guest room before it focuses on Linton's face, he has a sly smile on his face and even though its not in person you can still see that slightly dark look in his eyes and you can't help but give him a smile back.
"Can't sleep?"
You shake your head. "No...I can't Daddy...I'm used to you being here."
"I know babygirl..." You see him pause for a few seconds before he seems like he's trying to look closer at you through the camera. "Why are you wearing a shirt to bed?"
"Because it's my parents' house sir..."
You can see his smile turn into more of a smirk. "Hey little girl...prop your phone up and let me see you take that shirt off."
You sit up and manage to lean your phone up against your pillow making sure that he can see what he wants to before you pull the bottom of your shirt up and over your head, you can already hear an appreciative sound come from him before you sit on your bed facing your phone. He is eyeing you and for a few seconds you wonder what he's thinking because he hasn't said anything else but he speaks up soon enough.
"Touch yourself for me..."
You feel a small smile lift the corner of your lips before you pick up your phone and position it so that it is leaning against your dresser, you make sure that he can see as much as possible from that angle before laying down and watching him through the screen and sliding your hand down over your skin until you push your hand down the front of your panties. You can tell, even though he isn't in the same room, that he is watching you intently and from the clouded green that was taking all of you in, you had no trouble imagining that it was his hand that was slowly rubbing circles against your clit. You pull your lip between your teeth and keep your focus on him as you speed up your fingers a bit, finding a rhythm that has you fighting to keep quiet, you are almost positive that he is either naked or at least shirtless from the view you're getting but any doubt in your mind was gone when you hear him fight back his own low groan and close his eyes for a few seconds. the knowledge that he was laying in bed and touching himself while watching you makes you have to close your own eyes for a bit and try to concentrate on staying as quiet as you can.
You start to feel your hips rock in time with your hand and you turn your face into your pillow when you feel a loud moan force its way out of your throat, you are not focused on anything except your hand until you hear his voice bring you back to the present.
"Let me see."
At first you aren't sure what he means but it dawns on you pretty quickly that he wants to see you playing with yourself, so you pick up your phone and hold it up by your shoulder so that it is facing down the length of your body. He can clearly see your hand down the front of your panties working against you slowly and you hear him mutter out some curses before you hear him tell you to take your panties off, part of you feels a bit bold though, and you decide that maybe it's worth it to tease him back for the weeks of teasing he gave you. You pull your hand back and sit up before moving your pillow and leaning your phone against the headboard of your bed, making sure that it won't fall over and that he can see all of you clearly, you look at him through the camera and lay down on your back and lift both your legs up, sliding your panties off of yourself and off your legs as slowly as you possibly can. You know that he has an uninhibited view of you completely bared to him and from the expression on his face he's enjoying it very much. He lets out another curse before you sit back up and get into the kneeling position you've done for nearly two years but you make sure that you legs are parted farther than usual so that he can see everything clearly.
"I feel so achy Daddy."
"Show me where babygirl. His voice, although quiet, comes out low and gravely and you know immediately that if he wasn't turned on before he certianly was now.
You lean back on your knees and bring your hand down to slowly rub over yourself, making sure that he can see every detail.
"Right here..." you can't help but turn pink at the sound of your own voice, it comes out much higher pitched than it usually was and also held a slight whine to it.
"I wish I could help babygirl but you'll just have to make it feel better on your own."
"But Daddy please...I want you."
"I can't."
You feel like you've gotten caught up in the playfulness of the situation and before you know it you find that you are giving him a half hearted pout.
"Don't make me have to treat you like a brat little girl..."
You lean back so that your weight is on your arm and tease yourself with your finger. "Would it make you come over here Sir?"
You can see in his face that he isn't even remotely angered by your words or actions but he has a peculiar expression that you can't place. "No, you're safe tonight...you keep that up though little girl, that bratty cunt of yours is going to pay."
His words send a pleasant shiver down your spine and straight between your legs and you move so that you are half laying down with your legs spread apart for him. The thought of 'punishment' made your center ache and you waste little time before you push a finger into yourself and moan softly at the unexpectedly good feeling. Whenever one of his punishments involved your pussy it was never a true punishment...you knew he was playing along with it all. You shift so that you can slide another finger into yourself while you press your palm up against your clit and it takes everything in you to not moan loudly, not only are you imagining him there with his fingers buried inside you but you are also trying to imagine what else he has planned. You watch him through the screen, he's watching you with half open eyes and you can tell that he's enjoying this show, it's not even a guess that he's stroking himself and so you try to match your pace with his. You angle your hand and brush up against a spot inside you that makes your back arch and you let out a half cry before you bite your lip and try to brush up against that spot again. You arch your hips and you hear him let out low moan himself and it's out of your mouth before you can think it through with yourself, you were feeling far to bold tonight.
"Let me see you..."
He doesn't even seem to care that you hadn't used any title or that you were in a way demanding him to let you see him...the picture blurs for a few seconds before you can see exactly what you've been doing to him. He's painfully hard and the sight of his hand moving over his cock quickly combined with the sounds of him trying to keep himself quiet and his breathing makes you start to move your fingers as quickly as he is and it isn't long before you feel that wall start to build up inside you. You shift slightly as he puts his phone in a place that you can see most of him now, you lay your head back on your bed and close your eyes feeling your body respond to your hand by arching and tensing up with each stroke of your palm against yourself. You feel your stomach tense up suddenly and you can feel that you are so close.
"I'm gonna cum Daddy I can't stop..."
You don't even hear his reply, you're too far gone to be able to stop now and it only takes a few more hard pushes from your hand and one more roll of your hips before you feel your back arch and your whole body tense up as you feel that wave of pleasure break and wash over you suddenly. You aren't even entirely certain that you hadn't made noise or not but in the depths of your orgasm you hear let out a low but very audible moan before there is silence from both of your ends. The only sound that you can hear is your heavy breathing and you can feel your heart hammering in your chest as you try to calm down. When you manage to pry your eyes open to look at your phone you see him watching you but his expression is a little unreadable, he's also breathing just as heavily as you but he's better at keeping his face neutral. It's only after you've both settled down enough to talk normally that he asks if you're ok, you tell him you're fine but you really wish it was him and not your hand. He chuckles a little before he gets a very devious smirk on his face and you can already feel that look stir you up again just a bit.
"Kneel in front of the camera, Put your hand between your legs and slide your fingers in again."
You pull yourself up into the kneeling position before you slide your hand between your legs and do as he says, the shiver doesn't go unnoticed by him either.
"Do you feel that ?"
"Yes Sir..."
"That's mine babygirl."
"It is Sir..."
"I hope that how bratty you were tonight was worth the torture tomorrow."
You look at him through the camera and give him your own sly smirk, you were looking forward to this game he was playing. "I can't wait Daddy."
Rating: R
Disclaimer: standard
Notes: we're trying something new wooooo
Warnings: none
When you wake up you forget where you are for a few seconds, you look to your left where you usually have your alarm only to find darkness. You stare at the ceiling for a long time trying to concentrate when it hits you that you aren't in your dorm, and as confirmation you reach out to the opposite side of the bed and put your hand down. You're hand hits skin and you feel a bit relieved by it, you roll onto your side and curl into him putting your head against his shoulder and keeping your hand against his chest. You aren't sure if he's awake or if its just a reaction he has to you in his sleep but whenever you do this he always seems to wake up enough to adjust to you and then he puts an arm around you and promptly goes back to sleep, this morning is no different. You shift just slightly and cringe when you feel the oh so familiar ache of last nights exploits but you can't keep yourself from smiling through the discomfort, you had no idea what was going on but you felt like the more you and he had sex the more intense it had been getting. You certainly weren't complaining though, because among some other things, you'd found that you had a liking for rough fucking and there was no denying that he was amazing at it. If you hadn't been dating him for as long as you had...you would've thought someone like him was too good to be straight with you but he was by the very definition-most times at least-that guy that behaved and looked rather unassuming but once you got him in the bedroom he was a fucking beast, and you loved it. Of course, when he was Mr. Rubino he was the fairly laid back but also sort of strict medical engineering instructor...when he was Linton he was quirky, perverted and a die hard pot head...and when he was Master or Sir...or as you'd discovered last night, Daddy...he could be a voracious and downright brutal lover. The one common thing about all three sides of him were that he always had that soft spot for you, even during the harshest punishment you'd had to go through this far, there was always that small part of him that showed in his eyes.
You hear his phone start to go off and you wonder if its an alarm or if someone is calling him, he doesn't seem to wake up at first but after what feels like forever of it going off you feel him pull his arm from around you to roll over and pick it up holding it close to his face for a few seconds. He turns it off and drops it onto his chest before he lets out a long sigh, the only light in the room is that clock that never says the right time, but its enough light to see him squinting at the darkness around him with a rather unimpressed look on his face. He stays like that for a few minutes before he suddenly rolls over onto you, keeping a majority of his weight off you and putting his face against your chest, you hear him mumble something but you don't understand him. You put both your hands through his hair slowly before you ask him to repeat himself.
"Come again Sir?"
"I...fucking...hate...mondays."
"I know..." you keep pulling your fingers through his hair and you can't help the small laugh that comes out at the way he's being. You know he's not totally awake.
"Don't want to get up...or deal with people...or adult in general."
You debate in your mind for a few seconds about saying what you want to say. "I know Daddy but we need to....we're adults."
You feel him smile against the skin of your chest before he pushes himself up a little, he's looking at you now. "You know something, I can get used to you calling me that."
"I know I could call you that all you want...but it's not very practical for school or around other people Sir."
He leans in and kisses you softly before rolling back off of you. "Fuck other people."
You both laugh as he picks up his phone now that he's a bit more awake and you see him scan through his email before looking back at you.
"We should probably start thinking about getting ready to go babygirl."
You nod and wait for him to get out of bed first before you slip out as well.
When you were at your dorm, he texted you when he woke up telling you what he would like you to wear...and when you woke up and saw it you always answered him back and proceeded to dress yourself accordingly to his wishes. Since you'd been staying at his place more and more, you had a good portion of clothes in his room for when you spent the night there...he still chose what he wanted you to wear and you still dressed in it regardless. It wasn't bad at all though, you'd sat down with him one day and gone over clothes that you both liked so him choosing what you were wearing for the day was actually quite fun. While he tried very hard to keep things appropriate-he couldn't have you go to class naked unfortunately though if the opportunity was there he would take it-but sometimes it was obvious he wanted to admire a certain part of you all day. Nothing was ever inappropriate for class though that didn't stop Gunner and Rob from making an issue out of it. You knew there was a tenseness between them and Linton, and ever since Rob had taken that picture of the two of you, you'd tried your hardest to stay away from them though it was impossible to avoid them completely. They were both in your classes...and unfortunately Gunner lived in the same building as you though you two never crossed paths in the almost two and half years you'd lived there so far. You knew that Rob no longer had the picture as Martin and Aksel had obliterated his phone and Linton had taken the memory card...but the fact he'd seen you two was worrisome in its own right. You feel like Linton is trying to protect you from all of it, but he also knows that realistically when this ball drops both of you are going to get rolled over...he's just trying to take some of the heat off of you. You hole up in the bathroom for a short time before you see him come in half dressed and holding some clothes for you, you recognize the clothes because he likes them on you so you do end up wearing them a lot, it makes you laugh as you finish braiding your hair. You move out of the way so he can try to tame his own hair...and you use the word tame very strongly because right now it looks like it is defying physics, you give him a once over and set about pulling on the clothes he's given you. When you catch him watching you, you make sure to make it worth his while as you pull your shirt on and then make it a point to give him a very generous view of your ass as you pull your skirt on. It's a pretty simple outfit really...a black skirt that hits you about just above the knees and a very worn in black band shirt...but there is something about it that makes him choose it over and over again. You actually think that it's because its a shortish skirt and he just likes looking at your legs and ass but you aren't about to complain about it, you feel him give your backend a firm smack before he drops his voice a little.
"Shouldn't tease when you know we don't have time babygirl."
By the time you both get to the science building the mood is already a bit tense...and despite that fact that it is hard to not try and comfort him in public you try your best to play it off. It's been a show for so many months that you have your book out and are ready to look like you are stumped by a question that he will half assed explain on the walk up to the room...but something is off today. It feels like many of the students are looking at the both of you oddly, staring a bit too long or looking between the two of you and then looking at their friends...you already feel your stomach flip from your nerves because the first thing you can think of is that the secret is out. You can feel Linton is just as tense as you are and as soon as you get in the building you can see why so many of the others were staring...you aren't sure what you feel but you feel like you might be angry and suddenly anxious at the same time.
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When you'd both started the walk to the school you'd noticed it, but you'd not said anything. Random looks, stares and it was plainly a look of disapproval at you, you are in a bit of denial about what was really happening and you'd remembered your gut feeling last night. You don't try to hurry to the science building or stop Ophelia from pulling out her book to start up the show that she was having trouble with her work...she notices it finally as well and you can feel the change in her instantly. When the two of you manage to get into the building you can feel your temper flare up but on the outside you look eerily stoic, there is a group of kids around the tack board on the main level and as you slowly walk towards it the group parts like a sea. The picture isn't great quality...its grainy as hell and its in relative darkness, but it is unmistakably the two of you standing outside of your office, you can see the dark spot where your tie was still on her wrist even...it was the night you'd given her the necklace and had prayed to god that she would accept it. You feel like you're trying to hold back fire in your chest when you reach up and tear it off the board before folding it up and walking back towards the stairs...calm...collected...but inside, you are seething. You knew that they would do something...you knew it was only a matter of time and now...it was impossible to deny that it was the two of you kissing outside of your office all those months ago. You look at Ophelia who looks absolutely mortified and grab her hand-no sense in keeping it secret anymore-before you pull her away from the group of students and up the stairs to the top floor where the classrooms are. Once you both get into the classroom you close and lock the door before letting some of your anger surface, you bring your foot up to the side of your desk and kick it hard enough the whole thing moves before letting out a angry slew of curses...thankfully Ophelia knows better than to be intimidated by you like this because she knows that she couldn't ever make you as irate as you are now.
"I knew...I knew those two pieces of shit were up to something..."
"There isn't anything we can do about it now though...so what do we do?"
You put your hands through your hair and sigh, trying to gain you composure again so you could think rationally. "We be honest...there isn't any official rule about this, neither of us should be under any discipline for this...but I'm going to have to transfer your classes..."
She looks at you like she doesn't understand.
"They're going to say that I'm showing preferential treatment to you...if I transfer you out of my classes they won't be able to play that card."
"But I'm going for this subject...I need the credits for your classes."
You shake your head. "No...Martin can teach you my material...and if that doesn't work...i'll teach you outside class, not that I really think you'll need it." You keep your hands on your head. "I can handle getting the glares, the talks, the other shit...but you don't deserve it so I need to put distance between us here..."
"How long does it usually take?"
"A month or so...but I think given these circumstances they'll speed that right the fuck up."
She doesn't say anything for a long time and you know that there is a question hanging between the two of you, neither of you know what is going to happen when you unlock that door. You know that there is going to be a lot of talk...a lot of looks...and the only thing you can think of is to address it head on so you ask her what she thinks is a good course of action. She shakes her head, and tells you that she doesn't know...she's still in shock. You sigh and try to mentally get yourself ready for all the bullshit that is going to come...and you lose yourself in thought for a while before you feel her standing next to you. You look up at her and she just offers you a very small smile before taking your hand and putting it on the necklace.
"We knew this was going to happen eventually...realistically. At the end of the day though, we'll get through this right?"
"Come hell or high water babygirl."
You had always been a sort of quirky loner in a way...and you'd been able to wether many shitty days by yourself...but you were happy that you had her because today was literally taking everything out of you. You were pissed off and already mentally exhausted. When you'd finally opened the door to let students in they'd immediately looked between the two of you and the room was rife with whispered words until you-in your typical asshole nature-slammed your bag on the desk hard enough you legitimately were worried you'd damaged your phone which was buried in there somewhere. You pull the picture out of your pocket and unfold it to hold it up so all the class can see it before you lay it down.
"A lot of you have seen this already, and I'm saying this now. This shit stays out of my class. I don't care if you want to talk about it in the hall or anywhere else, but if I even think that this is being discussed here...I will personally see you out the door." You see a few faces that look surprised. "Neither party owes an explanation to anyone here, and so I will not tolerate the gossip in my class. If any of you have a problem with that, there's the fucking door."
When no one moves to get up after a few minutes of tense silence you pick up your book and start your lecture even though you are certain that not one person in that room is listening. This had been nothing...these were all underclassmen to Ophelia and the only reason she was even here in the first class was because Martin didn't give a shit if she showed up as long as she kept her grades good in his class...which she did. You had something special in store for your advanced classes. You knew that a lot of kids just didn't care...you weren't going to say a thing...but you intended to be merciless to Rob and Gunner...because you knew they were behind it.
When the next class comes in you see Ophelia moving her things to the back of the class and while you don't approve of it necessarily you can't blame her either. There are only a few of the class that give you strange looks but it's not lost on you how many looks she's getting and in that moment you wish that you could just have her next to you but you know its not possible while you are here. You see Rob and Gunner walk in, looking as happy as they possibly could and when Rob see's you his expression sobers up quickly while Gunner just gives you the most shitty grin you've ever seen. Once everyone is settled you start class as you normally would until you come to questions about last week to which Gunner raises his hand and you nod in his direction.
"I have a non related question."
"Why am I not surprised."
"How long have you been-"
"Let me stop you right there...course related questions only please. If you have something you'd like to discuss with me...I'd be happy to talk to you in private after class Gunner."
You are actually surprised that your tone isn't lost on him, you can instantly see a change in his demeanor and it appears that he gets knocked down a few pegs when he realizes you are openly inviting him to have a one on one with him...wether its talking or beating the hell out of him only you'd know. You continue along with other questions until everyone has been caught up and you start your lecture, you busy yourself with writing on the board, trying to explain some of the more complicated aspects of the advanced classes, and reminding them that lab days were pretty much 70% of the class at this level, and to not forget their extra clothes. You stare right at the two boys when you say it and absolutely revel in the way they shrink from you, you know that you look angry...you aren't trying to hide how pissed off you are with them and you get a good feeling that they know. When the class is over and you are sure that neither of the boys wants to fuck with you at the moment, you stop Ophelia before she leaves the room, you can see in her eyes that she's having a very hard time trying to keep herself above it all and you want to tell her how proud you are that she is but you don't have the words to really convey it at the moment. So you give her a kiss and pull her close to you in a tight hug that she returns, its the first time that you've not given a damn if someone walked by and saw what you were doing and in a way it was very freeing.
"If you have any trouble...just tell one of the guys, if anyone thinks they can fuck with you they have something else entirely coming to them."
"I'll be fine...just have to make it to the end of the day."
You watch her leave and it's hard to let her out of your sight really but you know that most, if not all, of the sciences instructors like you so you try not to worry.
You spend a majority of your classes after that giving what little lecture you had left in you and letting them read or do coursework while you tried to distract yourself. You knew that you'd be getting a talking to at some point today and you were just waiting for Niels and Alex to come to your door asking questions, but as the hours went on no one had come and you were feeling a sense of measured relief that maybe that talking too wasn't going to happen. You know better though, they get you when you are going to lock up and once again you find yourself with your hand over your temples in Niels's office with Alex standing next to him with crossed arms.
"What are you thinking? Like seriously...what are you actually thinking Linton?"
You put your hands up in a frustrated way. "I'm thinking I'm dating someone."
Alex chimes in. "A student."
"An adult." You look at him the same way he is looking at you and once again like that first day you met him he's holding your glare.
"Look...this...it needs to stop or at least be kept quiet. This is a PR nightmare waiting to happen." Niels puts his head against his hand and sighs loudly.
"What I do in my own personal life has no bearing on the job that I do here. When she's in my class she is my student and I don't treat her any different than the others. She earns her good grades because she's smart." You hold your glare with Alex the whole time until he looks at Niels.
"She can't stay in his class."
"I'm already in the process of transferring her to Martin's classes. I won't see her, I won't grade her, I won't have a thing to do with her classwork here." You lean against your arm on the chair and cock your head slightly. "I'm doing what I can to minimize the extent I'm involved in her schoolwork Niels...what else can I do."
"Stop dating her."
"Not going to happen."
"How long has this been going on."
"Awhile. That's all you need to know."
"Rubino this really isn't the time to get attitude."
"Or what...you're going to fire me?" You shrug. "Fire me then."
Niels looks at you exasperated. "Are you really willing to loose your job over this?"
"Yes. I've done nothing against any rules that are in place at this school. It's not illegal and I've managed to keep my work and personal life as separate as they can be. I literally have done all I can, but I won't stop dating her."
"Niels...just fire him, we can find better anyhow." Alex has his hands on the other's desk looking at him.
"My hands are tied..."
"So if this little chat is over...I'm going to go now."
"Where do you have to be that is so important on a Monday?"
You get up and cross your arms over you chest before you look at him in the eyes and with the straightest face you can keep you answer him. "It's been a stressful day...and intend to fuck my stress away thank you very much."
You see Niels's mouth drop open and you see Alex have a similar expression before you turn around and leave the office.
After the first initial month of Gunner and Rob's little reveal, things settle back to the way they were, the only difference being that by the time the halfway mark for the year came around you were down to only seeing O in the halls, in the lab and after classes were over, sometimes she'd come to your office to talk or just be there...other times she came to be of service. You noticed a trend in how things worked lately, every time things would calm down for you two, something would happen and usually it was something fairly big. Lately the last month had been pretty quiet, no one batted an eye at either of you-probably because you two kept yourselves in check at school-and it was nearing the winter break which marked you two being officially together for the last two and half years...this time though Ophelia had some definite plans and she'd brought them up once or twice before but was still unsure of wether it was a good idea or not. In two years...she'd not met your family...and you hadn't met hers either, you both supposed it was time. You were sitting in your office on the phone with your dad when she quietly came in and when she heard you talking she stopped and looked at you with the strangest expression, you almost don't catch your dad's question about the next time you'll be out to visit because you are wondering why she's looking at you the way she is. It isnt really until you answered him back that you realize something a little funny, two years together and not once have you ever told her about where you were from...because you weren't born in the states like she was. Two years and you'd never spoken a word of Swedish in front of her until right now and it makes you laugh. You hear your dad ask you what's funny and you tell him that you'll have to call him back to which he sighs and tells you ok before you hear his end cut off. She is still standing by the door looking at you and you tilt your head at her and tell her to sit down.
"What was that?"
"A phone call."
She gives you a look and you raise your eyebrows at her. "Don't make me put you over my knee because of a look babygirl."
"I mean what was that..that you were speaking."
"Swedish."
She looks like she wants to ask how you know it so you give her a smile and shrug.
"You'd never guess that I wasn't born here right?"
"You're English is amazing then Sir."
"Thank you." You lean your head on your hand. "What's up O?"
"I wanted to see if you'd changed your mind about meeting my parents...I'm not sure it'll be a good idea Sir."
"Why would I change my mind on that?"
"I don't know Sir..."
"That's how this works...we talked about this already. It's been a couple years..."
"I know Sir...I guess I'm just nervous."
"I bet your dad hasn't forgotten about you getting arrested huh..."
"Not even remotely."
You can't help but laugh. "I've corrupted his little girl..."
"In more ways than one Daddy."
You can see her give you just the slightest smile and you suddenly are very aware of how much you'd like to see her bent over this desk but you resist the urge and give her a smile back.
The few weeks up until the break are not terribly eventful, you have your own plans for when you visit her parents and so far that plan has included no sex for Ophelia. There are a couple of times that you take pity on her and hand fuck her to let her find release...but overall you want her a bit desperate. You make sure to let her know that this isn't a punishment at all but you want her to wait because it will be worth it, and like she always has with you, she doesn't question you about it. How your time at her childhood home was spent was entirely up to her parents, you'd heard her dad over the phone before...and you weren't a fan of how he spoke to his own daughter, you had a very good idea that you may not be liked when you showed up but you were ok with it. You don't even really know how her parents had heard about the night in the tank...it wasn't school policy to make phone calls every time someone's overage kid got hammered and got into trouble so you were wondering if it had been one of the small group of people that were starting to become a pain in your ass. You literally didn't think you had the energy to be as angry as you got over that small trio...but sure enough if you thought about them long enough you felt seething anger at them...so you tried like everything you had to distract yourself from it. O was always a help with distraction though, and between her and trying to plan a trip that didn't involve sliding off a highway somewhere and freezing to death you were able to let go of some of that. Sad as it was, even if her parents hated you, you were still looking forward to getting away from here, and in a way it was a small vacation that you'd get to spend with her which was always a plus. Especially if things went the way you were hoping they did...she definitely wouldn't forget this trip back home.
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You can't help but feel a small twinge of anger at the last few weeks...before he'd come along you'd been just fine with not ever having sex, but being practically cut off wasn't sitting well with you either. You always tried to avoid seeing it like that though, he'd told you that if you could hold out that it would be worth it, and he'd not lied to you yet about something like that, and you believed him with your whole being but it was hard to not be angry when he didn't seem to be suffering as much as you. Admittedly after the first week he'd denied you, you'd gotten attitude with him but it had ended rather quickly with just a look...you knew he didn't like brats and you also knew what he'd do if you showed the same attitude again. There weren't many times he' d had to punish you but when he did he was always pretty creative and knew just what to do to make the punishment stick in your mind, he knew that embarrassment was a good punishment for you but it could also be something that worked for you if he did it correctly. The perfect example of that was him turning you over his knee and spanking you like a child, or making you write lines...these were punishments for the most part...they were embarrassing to you because it made you feel like you were 5. On the other hand, if he was fucking you and made you beg or called you names...it was embarrassing also but it worked for you...He knew how to make you feel embarrassed in two completely different ways. You always came back to the knowledge that he had a plan for you and if he said that this period of abstinence would be worth it you believed him because you knew he wouldn't do this to be cruel. You tried to keep this in mind as best as you could when you were called on a few times to be of service to him, which honestly you did enjoy, but to have to sit there and see him in such pleasure made you feel a bit jealous...and he knew. He'd told you one time that he'd spoiled you a bit while training because he enjoyed having sex with you more than he did much else...which meant that almost every time you went down on him he'd made the decision to fuck you instead of making you wait.
Spoiled or not, the Friday of the break had come and you were tense, it showed no matter how hard you tried to hide it or mitigate it with other things that usually de-stressed you. Even Gunner, who had taken to teasing you in the hallways like a fucking highschooler-had steered clear of you the last few days. Everything is made worse by the fact that you barely get to see Linton at all anymore during the week and so since it is the last day of classes for awhile, you are looking forward to seeing him...even if you feel like you might punch him. The plan was that you would pack that night and spend the night at his house...and the next morning you'd both leave and drive the couple of hours to your town. You'd always told him that you lived in the neighboring city but in reality you lived just past it in a small town that was considered a suburb of said city, you'd spent a good portion of the months between your undergrad and the start of your advanced studies at a friend's home so the drive hadn't been terrible when you'd left those years ago. You had just left Simon's class and had some free time so you decide that maybe a trip to the library is in order to pass some time...you opt for the back stairs as they are less populated and will take you directly where you want to go. You push the door to the stairwell open and as you're heading down you pull your phone out to check and see if you've missed any calls or messages, you scroll through them not really paying attention to where you're going until you feel your shoulder hit someone else and immediately you look up and start apologizing until you realize who you've run into. You already know what he's doing in the stairwell by the smell that follows him and you shake your head before you see Linton give you a small smirk, before you can question why he's smirking you find yourself spun around against the wall of the landing with his hand up your skirt. All you can do is put your head against the wall and bite your lip when you feel his hand against you moving slowly but firmly enough that you start to move your hips with him just slightly. He puts his mouth against your ear and presses his hips against you, you can feel him very clearly through his pants and it makes you shiver.
"Soon babygirl..."
You feel his hand rub against you just right and you push back against him reflexively, you hear him let out a small groan into your ear and it's out of your mouth before you can stop yourself from saying it."Why not now....please, I've been patient Sir..."
"Be patient just a bit longer..."
You both hear the door a few floors above you open, but he doesn't pull away from you at first, instead he pushes his hips up against you again and bites your ear.
"I'm going to break you in two."
You bite back a low moan before he pulls away from you before giving you a quick kiss on the cheek before he is up the stairs and out of sight...you stand there with your back against the wall for a few seconds trying to calm yourself down enough to walk the rest of the way, you want to scream because he's got you bothered enough that you aren't able to concentrate on much else. It aches the whole way downstairs and once you sit down in the library you try to discreetly relieve yourself but find that you can't, you put your head against the desk and sigh heavily...he better hold up to that promise of breaking you with as badly as he's teasing you.
That night you go to your dorm and start throwing clothes into your bag, you're too distracted to really care what you're packing though, the run in in the stairwell had been on your mind and as much as you hated him right now for teasing you like he had with no intention of relieving you until at least that weekend...it just made you look forward to getting to your parents and getting this over with. You're mom had been excited about you coming home...but your dad had not said much over the phone. You knew that he was still sour about the news you'd been out drinking and had been arrested for public intoxication...then again your dad had always been a bit hard on you. He had always expected excellence from you and while it hadn't been hard to do it when you were younger, the older you got the harder it became to make him happy...you supposed that when you were in your late teens you stopped trying to care...but somewhere inside you, you still did. You wanted nothing more than for your parents to like Linton but you knew realistically they probably wouldn't. Whoever had called your parents about that night had just said that you'd been out drinking with staff at school...they'd not mentioned a name or a specific occupation so you were hoping that questions about it would be easy to dodge. They would be even less impressed with knowledge you were very sexually active with him and you two weren't married...and god forbid he find out Linton used condoms. You're dad used to be in law enforcement and even though he was no longer actively on the street he still worked in the system..he was simply too valuable as a worker to let go entirely. He was also very very strictly catholic...that was how you'd been raised and until you were a teenager you followed it too, now though, you were not practicing but it was still out of respect that you knew he could never know that fact. You head over to Linton's after you are sure you have everything you'll need, when you get there you put your bag next to his and you two watch some Tv before deciding to go to bed, nothing happens though and although you are a little disappointed-you had hoped that he'd slip up maybe-you try to keep yourself positive and you look forward to his plans.
The next morning you wake up to your phone going off and after you blink a few times and try to shake the sleep out of your eyes you answer it, you are too slow though as the line cuts off right when you go to say hello. You pull it away from your ear and stare for the longest time at the number, trying to think of who it could be but when nothing comes to mind you shrug and lay back down, going right back to using your unassuming boyfriend as a pillow. It still seems odd to you to think of him like that, you actually had never called him that before and while you knew that was what he was to you it was odd to think you're going to be saying it in a handful of hours. You feel him shift slightly and you find yourself suddenly pulled over top of him, he has an arm wrapped around you and you see his other arm fall back to the bed with a light thud as he falls back asleep. You put your head against his shoulder and tuck your arms under you enjoying the warmth of him, you have a feeling that the week you're at your parents' house you aren't going to be sleeping in the same bed as him so you try to enjoy this as much as you can now. You had to admit that he had been very truthful when he said that he wasn't too strict, you were sure there were times you'd said something that shouldn't have been said or done something you shouldn't have done, but all in all Linton only really enforced a handful of his rules and you knew those well enough, and if he had any new non permanent ones he always made sure you understood what they were, how long they were in place and why they were being used. The core of it was still there though, you were there for his pleasure and you certainly enjoyed being able to figuratively bring him to his knees with it, you were the only one that could make him see heaven and likewise he was the only one that could do that for you. It didn't hurt that you simply weren't attracted to other men either...you knew of so many other couples that looked at other people-though they would never do anything. Neither of you were in the least perfect but you felt like he was perfect for you, you'd never actually sat down and thought about what you'd have been looking for but if you did you were almost positive that he'd be all the things you would list. You close your eyes and try to clear your mind so you can get some more sleep but it's rudely interrupted by your phone again, you let out a sigh but don't try to move...you don't want to leave the warm cocoon that you're in. You are surprised when you see his free arm search for your phone before holding it up and rejecting the call, you see the same number as earlier before the screen goes dark and you try to figure out where you've seen the number before...and more importantly why is it calling you so early in the morning.
You feel him shift slightly so that he can stretch a bit, you see him open his eyes slightly and look at the ceiling for a few moments.
"Too early for that..."
You agree but your mind is still trying to place it, he must have felt how tense you were because you feel the arm that was around you start to rub at your back.
"If it really was important they'll leave you a message."
"Or just text me..." You close your eyes and feel like you could melt into him at that moment, it was still early and since your parents didn't live too far away there was really no need to get up so early, so you focus on how he's running his fingers over your shoulder and back, it doesn't seem to take too long to feel like you could fall asleep again. He puts his arm around you again and you can feel him start to fall back asleep as well until his phone starts to go off and you both groan together as he switches arms and looks for his own now holding it up to his face to see what it was going off for. He stops it from ringing and puts it back down sighing heavily.
"Forgot to turn off the alarm for work...."
You can't help but laugh.
"Since we're up though..."
You lean up so that you're looking at him. "How are we getting there by the way...I don't think we can fit all of that on my bike...and you don't strike me as the type to sit on the back Sir."
"You would be correct on that...I'd rather not ride bitch." He chuckles and puts his hands against his eyes trying to wake up a bit more. "I do have a vehicle you know."
"How come I've never seen it?"
"Because I walk everywhere...unless I have to travel outside town...which happens sometimes." You feel him slide his hands down to your backside and give you a short smack. "Really should remember your titles babygirl."
You put your head back down against his shoulder and shut your eyes but you can't keep a smile off your face. "Sorry Daddy..."
You both lay in bed for a bit, neither one of you wants to get up because it is earlier than you really intended to get up...but you both decide it might be a good idea to get a bit of a head start. Traffic was usually pretty bad on the the first weekend of break because of everyone trying to get out at once so after a lot of convincing you manage to get Linton out of bed to where he is now sitting on the edge with a half asleep scowl on his face. You know he's not a morning person and today is really no different despite the fact that you'd both gone to sleep relatively early and here he was having been half awake for about an hour and still grumpy. You know that he needs coffee to function though so you ask him if you can go downstairs to which he nods and says you can but that you should probably put some clothes on since he isn't sure if Simon is downstairs as well. It's rather typical anymore, you felt just as comfortable out of your clothes with him anymore as you did in them anywhere else...you weren't going to say that you were completely comfortable with your body as a whole but you knew that he appreciated every inch of you so it hadn't been such a hard thing to do anymore. You pick up one of his shirts and pull it over yourself before going downstairs, you don't miss him shaking his head as you leave the room and it makes you chuckle a little before you get to the kitchen. You've done this so many mornings here that its second nature to you anymore, you get everything ready and get the coffee going before leaning against the counter and letting your mind zone out a little. You're trying hard to ignore how nervous you are, your mind starts to go over the different ways this could go, they could end up liking him-as unlikely as it would be. They could think that you'd done rather well for yourself all things considered...after all Linton was smart, he was funny, and he had a certain quality about him that either made people like him or hate him. On the other hand, they could hate him-as you expected at least from your dad-and while you hoped that it wasn't going to be as bad as you were thinking...you felt like you needed to be prepared for the worst. You knew that your dad hadn't forgotten about your minor arrest and while he had never heard of Linton you suspected that he'd know the minute he saw him. You sigh and start getting cups together for when Linton decides to come down as well. It takes about two hours to get ready between trying to get dressed and trying to wake up enough that either of you could function properly it makes up for how early you two had woken up. Things were made a little more difficult when Linton decides its a good idea to tease you as you try to put your clothes on, and while it makes you a little frustrated, the larger reaction you have is that it makes you want to jump on him. You already can tell that today is going to be him testing you and maybe that is the plan all along, either way you really look forward to when you get to be alone with him again.
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You can't resist teasing her a bit, even on the way to her parents' you really can't resist it. You know she's a bit frustrated but you wanted her like that, you wanted her to be rife with anticipation first and foremost, but it also seemed to get her mind off of how nervous she was that you were meeting her parents. You couldn't lie though, you were also a tad nervous for obvious reasons...you know how people feel about you and you expect the worst out of the whole situation if you were being honest. You would try your best to be respectful, but if it came down to it-like what you'd heard over the phone before-you weren't going to let it fly. When she starts pointing out directions and the highway turns into residential streets you can sense the change in her almost immediately, she looks around and has her lip between her teeth as she nods at a moderately sized home to the left. It's literally perfect in almost every way and its a little off putting by the way not one single thing is out of place...from the flowers to the small decorations that were hidden between the plants. You can certainly see a young Ophelia living here already by that alone. Once you kill the engine you both just sit in the car for a few minutes, you glance at her and see that she is pulling at the hem of her shirt and looks like she is debating what to do so you reach over and put your hand over hers making her look over at you in a bit of surprise-like she'd forgotten you were there.
"It'll be fine..."
"You're not nervous at all?"
"Very...but whatever happens is going to happen and we don't know until we go in."
She nods but doesn't look entirely convinced. "You can't say anything about me not practicing...they don't know."
"Not a problem..."
"You cannot...cannot say a thing about condoms or birth control."
"Ok...can I ask why?"
"Unless you want to hear a Catholic's lecture on it it might just be a good idea to say we do nfp...if it even comes up...maybe we should just say that we haven't done anything...he wouldn't believe-"
"Ophelia!"
She looks up surprised at you but quickly apologizes.
"You don't need to apologize...just relax babygirl. I doubt they will even ask about any of that...they only need to know the basics anyhow."
"God I hope he doesn't ask..."
"If he does...then we just be honest with him." You pause for a few seconds...."What the hell is nfp anyway?"
"Basically its knowing when you are fertile and when you're not. Its birth control without artificially preventing pregnancy."
"That...doesn't sound like it would be very effective..."
She lets out a small laugh. "It actually is if you do everything right..."
"Hm...learned something new today I guess." You look at the house before looking back at her. "We should probably get out..."
When you finally calm her down enough to get out of the car she has a deathgrip on your arm the whole walk up to the door and if you didn't know better it felt like she was trying to disappear into your side. You put your arm behind her back and push her forward just slightly before giving her a reassuring smile, she knocks on the door and after a few minutes it opens and its like all the nervousness that she'd been feeling before diminished when she saw her mom. Her mom is maybe only a tad taller than O...she has light blonde hair and eyes that give her a sleepy look to her. She's dressed rather well for it being a Saturday morning but you figure it matches how the house looks, when the older woman gets done giving her daughter a hug she turns to you with a strange look on her face before she looks back at Ophelia.
"Who's your friend?"
"I'll tell you and dad at once...where is he?"
Her mom seems to look like she comes out of a daze for a few seconds before moving so that you both can come in, and its only when you pass by her that you know you recognize the smell. Her mom isn't exactly drunk...but she's been drinking and you fight the urge to laugh a bit as you get led through the house. You are literally amazed at how immaculate the house is, compared to how your own home looked, this was museum clean. Not one thing out of place, not one piece of dirt visible, not one surface that wasn't fucking shining...it was hard to imagine her parents ever having kids if this was how the house looked when she was growing up. You get led to the living area of the house and see what you can only assume is her dad sitting in a chair and reading the paper, you stay by the door while Ophelia goes over to him and it's like you're watching a different person entirely. It's like she's hesitant to bother him and after a few moments of her saying his name he puts the paper down and looks at her then back at you, even sitting down you can tell that he's a bigger guy, almost like he used to play sports in school but years of relative inactivity made him a bit softer. He had a stern look that was accentuated by very strong features, you could tell that his hair used to be very dark but age had given him some silver streaks and like his wife he is also impeccably dressed in slacks and ironed shirt...even from across the room you can feel that authority roll off of him.
After a few minutes of talking that you really can't hear she turns around and looks at you before offering her hand to you in a sign that she would have liked you to come over to her, you walk over and feel her arm go around your waist and its then that you can really feel how nervous she is. Her dad makes her nervous and you can understand why from some of the stories you've heard. He's almost exactly your opposite, he used to be on the police force and had been a pretty strict father as far as what he expected from his daughter...but you can imagine that he was also very protective of his only child. You give him a tense smile before you hear Ophelia speak again.
"Mom...dad, this is my boyfriend...Linton."
Her mom seems happy enough but her dad eyes you carefully, you try to ignore it though because you can understand...he looks at you for a long time before he looks back at O and gives her a reserved smile.
"How long have you two been dating now?"
"I met him my first day of classes actually...but we didn't start dating until two years ago...give or take a few months."
"And you're just now letting us meet him?"
"If it didn't work out I didn't want to waste anyones time..."
He seems to take in her answer before turning to you and gesturing over to the couch. "You two can sit, no need to be standing there like strangers." You both go and sit down, he still has this look on his face at you and you can't seem to place what it is. "So...Linton...what do you do?"
"Well sir...I am a lecturer..." You try to word it as vaguely as you can. "I just happened to be lecturing in your daughter's class that day...was pretty sure the teacher was hungover."
Her father raises a brow at you. "Should be fired."
"Couldn't agree more sir...I suppose they just don't have the budget to hire new."
"...how old are you?"
You can see something in his eyes and you get the feeling that he may not believe you, but you go on with it...you get the feeling this isn't just friendly chit chat. "36."
"A bit older than Lia aren't you?"
"6 years isn't such a large gap..."
"I suppose you're right..." He turns to Ophelia and her mom and asks them to leave, polite as ever, so that he could talk to you, they both get up and leave without much hesitation although you do see a small look of panic in her eyes as she leaves your sight. You sit there in silence for what seems like forever before her dad uncrosses his legs and sits up straight, leaning forward against this knees a bit so that he is able to look at you more closely. "You're the one that was with LIa when she got arrested weren't you."
"Yes sir."
"I'm going to tell you this once boy...that girl is my pride and joy in this life, I'm willing to over look that incident and chalk it up to the 'college experience'. You will not bring my child to that level again...and if you harm her or treat her badly." He had been wearing a pair of glasses, he takes them off as if to accentuate his point. "I will make your life a living hell. I promise you that you will regret the day you were born."
You can feel that large part of you hold his stare with just as much dominance and for a few seconds neither of you move. "Understood sir."
The rest of the day is fairly uneventful, it is mainly her catching up with her parents and the occasional question that gets tossed your way which you try to answer without giving away too much. When it gets later her mom shows you the guest room they have and you thank her before putting your bag on the bed and sighing. You knew you weren't going to get to sleep in the same room as her but you still felt a bit disappointed that you hadn't even had the chance to make the assumption. On top of that was the fact that the hall that the bedrooms were in had all three bedrooms in a row with a bathroom on the opposite side...which meant that it was the guest room...her parents' room and then her room. It made your plans that much harder to execute but you were open to a challenge like this and after everyone had turned in for the night, you had been laying in bed listening to the sound of the house. You could hear her parents' muffled talking through the wall and hear them when they got up and when they got back into bed...it was only about an hour after everyone had been in their room s that you cease to hear them talking and that's when you start to think about your plan of action for the night.
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You could already tell that your dad was less than impressed with Linton if by no other way than the way he had been eyeing him. And when he'd asked you and your mom to leave you felt panic take a hold of you because you didn't know what was going to happen or what was going to be said...you'd had to spend the next hour trying to busy yourself with helping your mom around the house. The only relief you got really was when it was time to go to sleep and even then you couldn't relax. You were so used to sleeping with him that the absence of his warmth made it hard to get settled. The absence of your whole routine had made it hard to feel the least bit relaxed despite being in your childhood room which should have made you feel a bit at ease. You are almost at a loss for what to do with yourself, you haven't even gotten yourself ready for bed yet because you feel like you aren't ready. By the time you settle on keeping a tank top on and your underwear you lay in bed restlessly and stare at the ceiling...you want so badly to go to the guest room but you know without his permission it would be pointless to go. You hear your phone start to go off and after some searching you find it and see that its a video call so answer it and wait for it to connect, when it finally does you can clearly see the guest room before it focuses on Linton's face, he has a sly smile on his face and even though its not in person you can still see that slightly dark look in his eyes and you can't help but give him a smile back.
"Can't sleep?"
You shake your head. "No...I can't Daddy...I'm used to you being here."
"I know babygirl..." You see him pause for a few seconds before he seems like he's trying to look closer at you through the camera. "Why are you wearing a shirt to bed?"
"Because it's my parents' house sir..."
You can see his smile turn into more of a smirk. "Hey little girl...prop your phone up and let me see you take that shirt off."
You sit up and manage to lean your phone up against your pillow making sure that he can see what he wants to before you pull the bottom of your shirt up and over your head, you can already hear an appreciative sound come from him before you sit on your bed facing your phone. He is eyeing you and for a few seconds you wonder what he's thinking because he hasn't said anything else but he speaks up soon enough.
"Touch yourself for me..."
You feel a small smile lift the corner of your lips before you pick up your phone and position it so that it is leaning against your dresser, you make sure that he can see as much as possible from that angle before laying down and watching him through the screen and sliding your hand down over your skin until you push your hand down the front of your panties. You can tell, even though he isn't in the same room, that he is watching you intently and from the clouded green that was taking all of you in, you had no trouble imagining that it was his hand that was slowly rubbing circles against your clit. You pull your lip between your teeth and keep your focus on him as you speed up your fingers a bit, finding a rhythm that has you fighting to keep quiet, you are almost positive that he is either naked or at least shirtless from the view you're getting but any doubt in your mind was gone when you hear him fight back his own low groan and close his eyes for a few seconds. the knowledge that he was laying in bed and touching himself while watching you makes you have to close your own eyes for a bit and try to concentrate on staying as quiet as you can.
You start to feel your hips rock in time with your hand and you turn your face into your pillow when you feel a loud moan force its way out of your throat, you are not focused on anything except your hand until you hear his voice bring you back to the present.
"Let me see."
At first you aren't sure what he means but it dawns on you pretty quickly that he wants to see you playing with yourself, so you pick up your phone and hold it up by your shoulder so that it is facing down the length of your body. He can clearly see your hand down the front of your panties working against you slowly and you hear him mutter out some curses before you hear him tell you to take your panties off, part of you feels a bit bold though, and you decide that maybe it's worth it to tease him back for the weeks of teasing he gave you. You pull your hand back and sit up before moving your pillow and leaning your phone against the headboard of your bed, making sure that it won't fall over and that he can see all of you clearly, you look at him through the camera and lay down on your back and lift both your legs up, sliding your panties off of yourself and off your legs as slowly as you possibly can. You know that he has an uninhibited view of you completely bared to him and from the expression on his face he's enjoying it very much. He lets out another curse before you sit back up and get into the kneeling position you've done for nearly two years but you make sure that you legs are parted farther than usual so that he can see everything clearly.
"I feel so achy Daddy."
"Show me where babygirl. His voice, although quiet, comes out low and gravely and you know immediately that if he wasn't turned on before he certianly was now.
You lean back on your knees and bring your hand down to slowly rub over yourself, making sure that he can see every detail.
"Right here..." you can't help but turn pink at the sound of your own voice, it comes out much higher pitched than it usually was and also held a slight whine to it.
"I wish I could help babygirl but you'll just have to make it feel better on your own."
"But Daddy please...I want you."
"I can't."
You feel like you've gotten caught up in the playfulness of the situation and before you know it you find that you are giving him a half hearted pout.
"Don't make me have to treat you like a brat little girl..."
You lean back so that your weight is on your arm and tease yourself with your finger. "Would it make you come over here Sir?"
You can see in his face that he isn't even remotely angered by your words or actions but he has a peculiar expression that you can't place. "No, you're safe tonight...you keep that up though little girl, that bratty cunt of yours is going to pay."
His words send a pleasant shiver down your spine and straight between your legs and you move so that you are half laying down with your legs spread apart for him. The thought of 'punishment' made your center ache and you waste little time before you push a finger into yourself and moan softly at the unexpectedly good feeling. Whenever one of his punishments involved your pussy it was never a true punishment...you knew he was playing along with it all. You shift so that you can slide another finger into yourself while you press your palm up against your clit and it takes everything in you to not moan loudly, not only are you imagining him there with his fingers buried inside you but you are also trying to imagine what else he has planned. You watch him through the screen, he's watching you with half open eyes and you can tell that he's enjoying this show, it's not even a guess that he's stroking himself and so you try to match your pace with his. You angle your hand and brush up against a spot inside you that makes your back arch and you let out a half cry before you bite your lip and try to brush up against that spot again. You arch your hips and you hear him let out low moan himself and it's out of your mouth before you can think it through with yourself, you were feeling far to bold tonight.
"Let me see you..."
He doesn't even seem to care that you hadn't used any title or that you were in a way demanding him to let you see him...the picture blurs for a few seconds before you can see exactly what you've been doing to him. He's painfully hard and the sight of his hand moving over his cock quickly combined with the sounds of him trying to keep himself quiet and his breathing makes you start to move your fingers as quickly as he is and it isn't long before you feel that wall start to build up inside you. You shift slightly as he puts his phone in a place that you can see most of him now, you lay your head back on your bed and close your eyes feeling your body respond to your hand by arching and tensing up with each stroke of your palm against yourself. You feel your stomach tense up suddenly and you can feel that you are so close.
"I'm gonna cum Daddy I can't stop..."
You don't even hear his reply, you're too far gone to be able to stop now and it only takes a few more hard pushes from your hand and one more roll of your hips before you feel your back arch and your whole body tense up as you feel that wave of pleasure break and wash over you suddenly. You aren't even entirely certain that you hadn't made noise or not but in the depths of your orgasm you hear let out a low but very audible moan before there is silence from both of your ends. The only sound that you can hear is your heavy breathing and you can feel your heart hammering in your chest as you try to calm down. When you manage to pry your eyes open to look at your phone you see him watching you but his expression is a little unreadable, he's also breathing just as heavily as you but he's better at keeping his face neutral. It's only after you've both settled down enough to talk normally that he asks if you're ok, you tell him you're fine but you really wish it was him and not your hand. He chuckles a little before he gets a very devious smirk on his face and you can already feel that look stir you up again just a bit.
"Kneel in front of the camera, Put your hand between your legs and slide your fingers in again."
You pull yourself up into the kneeling position before you slide your hand between your legs and do as he says, the shiver doesn't go unnoticed by him either.
"Do you feel that ?"
"Yes Sir..."
"That's mine babygirl."
"It is Sir..."
"I hope that how bratty you were tonight was worth the torture tomorrow."
You look at him through the camera and give him your own sly smirk, you were looking forward to this game he was playing. "I can't wait Daddy."