Teacher's Pet (A Taboo Short Book 1)

  Teacher’s Pet

  Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow

  TEACHER’S PET

  Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow

  http://www.CrescentSnowPublishing.com

  Published by Crescent Snow Publishing

  Copyright © September 2015 by Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow

  Digital Edition

  First E-book Publication: September 2015

  Editing by Rebecca

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Teacher's Pet (A Taboo Short, #1)

  Other titles by Crescent Snow Publishing

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Epilogue

  Enjoy an exclusive teaser from, Player, book two in the Taboo Short series, coming soon!

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  Other titles by Crescent Snow Publishing

  Beautiful Torment

  Book 1: Zeke’s Rule

  Club Corruption

  Corruption

  Bound

  Taboo Shorts

  Teacher’s Pet

  The Soldiers of Wrath MC

  Book 1: Owned by the Bastard

  Book 2: Bent, Not Broken

  Book 3: Hard As Steel

  The Soldiers Bonus Story (free story available on CSP website)

  Book 4: Dead Bastard

  Boxed set (books 1-3+ bonus story)

  Book 4.5: Ruin and Rise

  Coming soon

  The Way I like It (The Soldiers of Wrath MC, 5): 2015

  Player (Taboo Shorts): 2015

  Owned (Club Corruption, 3)

  His Darkest Secret: 2015

  I’ve wanted Maddie since the moment she transferred into my class two months ago. She’s gorgeous, legal, and seems innocent, but she’s also a tease. Those tight little shirts and short skirts she wore gives me enough visual ammunition, and I was not ashamed to admit that I’ve thought about her more than once when I was alone.

  As much as I should feel shame for wanting one of my students, there’s something about her that made me go primal and feral, made all common sense leave me. She was all I wanted, and it’s enough to make me risk everything for a taste.

  Now, she wanted private tutoring, and no way in hell could I pass that up. School might be out soon, and I knew I should wait, but I was too hard up to say no, or to stay away from her.

  Warning: This story will feature an over the top and completely obsessed alpha hero. It will also be slightly unbelievable (but only in the best kind of way), and is focused on the hero taking what he wants from the heroine. It mainly focuses on the dirty, raunchy, and oh so tasty aspects of a story. If you’re up for a short filthy read, enjoy!

  Dedication

  Sam: I want to thank Jenika for including me in this awesome new series, and our wonderful editor for putting up with all my mistakes and putting them right.

  Jenika: Dedicated to all the readers that continuously show their support! And to Sam for standing by my side as we try writing new things.

  Chapter One

  It was wrong on every fucking level for me to want one of my students, even if she was of legal age, and even if I was pretty sure she wanted my cock in that tight, young pussy of hers. But knowing that, realizing that being with her would most likely cost me my job and ensure a stigma followed me, that didn’t stop me from jerking off to thoughts of her every fucking night like a pervert.

  But none of that stopped me from staring at her, lowering my gaze to her barely covered tits. It didn’t stop me from noticing the way her skirt rode up her thighs as she twisted in her seat to talk to one of the students behind her.

  She was hot, so fucking hot, that my dick stood hard and pressed against my zipper. The fucker wanted out; he wanted to get wet as I plunged in at out of her pussy.

  A groan nearly spilled out of me, and I knew that I had an issue, a serious problem that was going to cost me my job. Closing my eyes and rubbing my hand over my cheek, I exhaled, getting myself under control.

  It took a few seconds for me to put my game face on, but once I was controlled enough, once my dick was soft enough that it wasn’t tenting my pants, I stood and addressed the class.

  I stared at Maddie for a second, watched almost in slow motion as she brushed her long black hair over her shoulder and faced forward, her light blue/green eyes looking my way. Although she was only about a decade younger than me, I told myself she was too young, too innocent.

  She doesn’t look innocent. She looks like she’d know how to squeeze her pussy around your cock until you come so fucking hard your eyes roll back in your head.

  Clearing my throat, I focused on the rest of the classroom. The students were twitchy as hell, and it was because this was the last month of school. They wanted out of here, and I couldn’t blame them, but that didn’t mean I’d put up with any of their shit. I used to be that age once, too; I remembered how much I hated high school and had wanted out.

  “I know this is the final run for you guys, and with only a month left, you want out. But we still have a month left to get things done.”

  There was a collective groan after I’d spoken, and I turned and started writing on the dry erase board. Teaching literature to a bunch of high school kids that couldn’t care less was like nailing Jell-O to a tree.

  It wasn’t happening.

  “Turn to page thirty in your textbook and read the chapter. After that, write a one page synopsis of what you read.” Another groan followed, but I ignored it, trying not to focus on what I really wanted to do.

  You sick fucking bastard.

  When I turned around and took my seat, I tried not to look at Maddie, but I could practically hear her breathing from my desk. I focused on my paperwork instead. I shouldn’t want her, tried not to, but fuck, it was hard to ignore her presence.

  But in my defense, she transferred here just two months ago from another state. It wasn’t like I had been obsessing over her sweet, gorgeous ass since she was a freshman. I might be a sick bastard, but I wasn’t that fucking perverted.

  For the next forty minutes, I sat behind my desk, my cock not going down more than a half chub. I tried not to look at her, tried not to even think about her, but she’d invaded my thoughts from day one.

  Against my better judgment, I looked up, saw her playing with a strand of her hair as she read, and the fucking monster between my thighs jerked. It hardened, the tip becoming slick with pre-cum, and as I stared at her, I reached down and palmed myself. I wasn’t going to jerk off right here, but I was adjusting myself so the damn thing I sported between my thighs wasn’t digging into my zipper anymore.

  And then, as if she saw me watching he
r, she lifted her gaze to mine, and we locked on each other. My cock ached; my balls drew up tight, and the need to say fuck it all and just go for it waged war with my better sense. But I couldn’t. No, I couldn’t corrupt her like that, couldn’t break her innocence in the dirty, fucking filthy ways I envisioned.

  She had yet to look away from me. Instead, she leaned forward on the desk just enough that the front part of her shirt gaped open. Her tits were big, and the cleavage she sported was enough that all I could do was picture my cock between those two luscious mounds, titty fucking her until I came and she sported a pearl necklace.

  And when Maddie smiled at me, just the smallest of smiles, I squeezed my hand around my dick like the sick motherfucker I was. Here I was, my classroom full of reading students, and I was locked in this heated, intense stare with the young woman, my student, that I’d been lusting after. And my dick was in my palm.

  I knew I hadn’t imagined the fact she wanted me, or that she looked at me with this aroused gaze covering her face.

  She leaned back in her seat, ran the pad of her thumb along her mouth, and sucked the digit between her lips. I maintained my composure, didn’t show any kind of emotion, but on the inside, I was this beast wanting to be set free, wanting to kick everyone out of class until it was just the two of us.

  Maddie sucked on her finger and spread her legs; the way I was seated, and the fact she was directly across from me, gave me the most incredible shot of her lower body. She spread her creamy thighs, spread them wide enough that I got a glimpse of the white lace panties she wore, and could even see the little bow at the top of the elastic. I bit the inside of my cheek hard enough to inflict pain, and the flavor of blood filled my mouth.

  The bell rang and I snapped out of my fantasy, and yeah, I’d totally been fantasizing about catching a glimpse between those sweet fucking thighs of hers. At this rate, I’d have to go to the bathroom and rub one off.

  All of the students got their things and left, but I kept my head down, not about to watch Maddie. It was a bad mistake that I’d thought about her in a lewd and crude manner while she sat there innocently. God, what I wanted to do between those creamy thighs was so filthy I could make an experienced pro blush.

  When I heard the door shut, I closed my eyes and rested my elbows on the table. My head was killing me, my cock was hard, and my balls ached with the need to shoot off a load.

  “My. Syler?”

  The sound of Maddie’s soft voice had me snapping my head up and looking at her. She stood by the door, her backpack on, and her shirt stretched tight across her chest.

  “Yes, Maddie?” I said cleared my throat.

  “I was wondering if you had any extra study groups lined up?” she asked, reached into the purse that hung from her hand, and grabbed a tube of lip-gloss. As we stared at each other, she ran that slick and shiny as fuck gloss over her thick, plump lips. She looked so damn innocent. That made me even harder, knowing she was so fucking innocent in what she did.

  My cock, which had gone down marginally, reared back to life at that image.

  “I don’t have anything planned since the school year is almost out.” Fuck, my voice was so hoarse from my lust for her.

  “Really? I have a project due next week, and if I don’t get a good grade in it it’ll really screw up my GPA. I’ve started and stopped, and it just doesn’t seem to be going in the right direction. I know you are one of the only teachers that does study groups outside of class, and I really was hoping to get your input on my project.”

  I wanted to tell her I couldn’t help her, make up something that would have her leaving, giving me a reprieve from wanting her so damn badly. But I couldn’t say no to her.

  “I can see you tonight, if you want?” I had to clear my throat again.

  “Really?” She smiled. “That would be great. “Where should we meet?”

  My house.

  I pushed that thought right out of my fucking head.

  “How about the public library? Say eight?”

  She nodded. “Thanks again, Mr. Syler.”

  I watched as she turned and walked away, that little skirt brushing the back of her thighs. If she’d bent over just a little, I’d get a prime shot of her ass, one that was round and perfect, and totally fuckable.

  She left, and I sat there thinking about how I really wanted to jerk off, to ease the load that had settled in my balls. But I wasn’t going to do that, wasn’t going to be even more deranged in my need for her. I could get through this, get through tonight, and help her out. I was her teacher, after all.

  I just hoped my arousal for her didn’t have me doing something that would totally fucking backfire.

  Chapter Two

  The public library wasn’t crowded just like I expected. I guess I was the only one who actually cared about studying. Mr. Syler didn’t have to help me, but he’d said yes, which was a huge relief. I had plans after high school. I wanted to go to college, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to study law, medicine, or business. It was all really confusing. Not to mention that having wet dreams about a guy who was way older than me, and totally hot, was also confusing.

  At eighteen and on the verge of graduating, I should have been partying with people my own age, making out, having sex with guys. The biggest problem was I didn’t like any of my peers. They were total douchebags, immature, and didn’t actually know how to talk to a girl unless it was using some lame pick-up line. I’d heard several of the guys bragging about how they’d fucked one of the girls in my class, and not only that, they’d rated her. What kind of asshole rates a woman on how good she was in bed?

  Yeah, the guys my age were total assholes.

  That’s the difference: the guys at school were boys, straight up asses. But Mr. Syler was a man. I doubt he’d ever rate a woman for sex.

  The moment I saw him, I couldn’t help but stop and watch him. There’s something commanding about his presence and the way he held himself. He’s self-assured, confident, and hot. He’s so insanely hot, and not just looks wise, but because he’s so intelligent.

  Running fingers through my hair, I ignored my stupid feelings, and walked over to where he sat before taking a seat beside him. “I’m sorry I’m late.”

  “You’re not late, Maddie.”

  “I had another paper to finish off, and I’m happy with it. Honestly, I only need help on the one, and I’d really like your input.” I paid careful attention not to touch him. I was so nervous, not because I thought he’d do anything to me, but because I have wanted Mr. Syler since I first transferred to this school.

  During class, I’d find myself zoning out and fantasizing about him. They were always hot and filled with a lot of dirty sex. I’ve never been one to want a guy so badly that I was the one making the move, but with him, I could see myself doing just that. I wanted to catch his attention; I wanted him to notice me. It’s hard because I knew wanting him is so inappropriate and wanting him to return these feelings was even more so.

  I glanced at his left hand and didn’t see a wedding band, but that didn’t mean wasn’t married or had a girlfriend.

  “Are you married?”

  The moment the words were out, I cringed. How damn rude could I be?

  Mr. Syler seemed a little surprised at first, and then he shifted on the seat. Yeah, she’d been damn rude to ask that and now felt extremely uncomfortable.

  “I’m not married, and I don’t have a girlfriend either.”

  My cheeks heated up, and I just knew I was blushing. Glancing down at my work, I tried to figure out what to say.

  There’s no way he wanted me, just no way. I was a silly schoolgirl compared to the women he meets. Pushing all of my insecurities aside, I concentrated for the next hour on my work. People came and went, and it got darker outside. The library seemed dead now, with only the sound of our combined breathing breaking up the silence.

  Mr. Syler read through my work once I finished, and I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be lik
e to have his hands tracing down my body. I’ve never had sex before, but I knew I wanted it. I wanted my first time to be with him, a man I’m attracted to and respected, but then, I’d always want that.

  Licking my lips, I wondered what it would be like to have his lips on mine. They looked firm and hard.

  My pussy grew slick, and I pressed my thighs together. There’s a small gap between the table and me so I knew he saw what I’d just done.

  His gaze went from the paper in his hand, to my pressed together thighs, and then to my face.

  I bit my lip as I looked into his eyes, pleading with him to know what was going on inside my head. I didn’t want to get him in trouble. I wasn’t even seducing him to get a better grade. I wasn’t a cheater, and I believed in working hard for what I got. Part of me wished that he’d been married, or in a relationship. That would have ended any thoughts that I’d had of him, but he’s none of those things.

  Crap, I was in so much trouble now.

  “What are you thinking?” he asked.

  “Nothing, Mr. Syler.” A blatant lie.

  Silence fell between us for several seconds; it could have been minutes, I didn’t know. Mr. Syler kept looking at me, and then down at my thighs. I was so aroused that my panties had to be soaking; they just had to be.

  I didn’t know what to do, and then, shocking me to my core, he reached out and placed his hand on my thigh, and everything just seemed to fall into place. I stared down as the tips of his fingers caressed my thigh.

  “You’re shaking.”

  I was, and I couldn’t seem to stop. This strength grew in me, and I wanted to show him how much I desired him, how wanton I was, and how much I wanted to be with him.

  Opening my thighs, I placed my hand on top of his and moved it up until he was touching my pussy through my panties. Would he stop me, tell me this was wrong? We were essentially alone in the library since the librarian had gone out for something; it was a heady feeling.