I didn't want him to show me how much he loved me. His expression of love was the equivalent of my terrorization. Undoubtedly, I wanted to push him away, dart out of his house, and keep running. Running, running, running...until I was safe in my parents home where they could protect me from him.
Surely, with the help of the police, they were looking for me. They must have been. But it appeared as though they hadn't found any leads. And who was to blame? Me. After all, I hadn't told anyone with my affair with Carson. The only other person that knew was a quiet boy in my senior class that went by the name of Kenny. But that was another story.
"Madison," Carson said, his voice becoming serious. I forced myself to look at him. "You seem distracted. Is there something on your mind?"
"No, nothing at all," I lied. Just get this over with.
Carson took my words as a green light (as if he would have ignored a red light anyway...), and he started kissing me again. This time, deeper and more passionately. He lifted me up, and instinctively, I wrapped my bare legs around his waist. I could feel his cock, hot and slippery, against the opening of my pussy. He wasn't going to make this easy for me though.
"Tell me you love me. I know it's true, Maddy. And I want to hear it. No hesitance this time."
"I love you," I said quickly.
"Now, look at me and say those words as I enter you."
Trying not to grit my teeth, I repeated myself. "I..." Looking at him now. His green eyes trapped my blue ones. "Love..." He pushed himself inside of me, his cock swelling to its full length. "You."
He started pumping in and out of me, holding onto my body as he slammed my back against the shower wall. It hurt a little, but not to what I was accustomed to. In fact, in comparison to most days, this would be considered gentle. As he continued pumping his cock into my slit, he nuzzled his face into my neck. I looked up and watched the water spurt out of the shower head, waiting for this horror to be over.
"Say it again," he panted suddenly. His demand came without warning, and I found myself a bit surprised. Even if he was in that sickeningly lovey-dovey mood, he never took it to this extreme. Maybe he could sense my discomfort. And maybe he enjoyed it. Secretly, of course. Yes, he wanted me to suffer. That was the only explanation. His attitude was only a "mask" to his true desires -- or as he said, "the darkness that lay within." And there was a darkness in Carson. Although I hadn't seen it as of late, I knew it was only a matter of time before it would return.
"I love you," I said to his satisfaction.
"Again!" he commanded.
"I love you."
"Over and over now!"
"I love you. I love you. I love you..."
He humped my body, his cock sliding in and out of my smooth pussy. My back kept hitting the wall with each jerk of his pelvis. It made a slapping sound against the wet tiles. And again, to my disappointment, Carson surprised me when he said, "More enthusiasm, Maddy! I want more!"
I gave him what he wanted. "Ahh! Carson, baby, that feels so good. I love you and your sexy cock! It feels so good ramming into my pussy. Come on, baby. Cum for me! Do it, please, Carson. I'm begging for you to shoot your cum in my pussy. Please, Carson! I love you and all I want is for you to cum now!"
My words pushed him over the edge and he dumped his load into me. He humped me a few more times before he slid out, his penis soaked with my juices.
Getting out of the shower, I dried off, and slipped on my dirty bra and still-wet panties. Carson didn't say a word as he led me to the basement door. Once we were back downstairs, he handcuffed me to the bed, but allowed one wrist free.
"You can touch yourself if you want, Maddy. I'll be okay with it for today," was all that he said and kissed me on the forehead, before leaving to continue his morning routine. I heard his footsteps disappear up the steps. The door closed. And I was free. Well, not really.
In times like these, where I was alone to my thoughts, I reminisced. Today, I traced back to a specific thought that I had in the shower earlier. Kenny Vanderbee. Ahhh... Kenny, my only chance of escaping this place. But he wasn't going to tell the police or my parents anything. He would keep his mouth shut just like any modest young man would. After all, he was nearly 19, eager to start his training as a priest, and the experience we shared was enough to ruin his reputation. Besides, he didn't know for sure that Carson had captured me. Even so, he would be the only one who could come close to suspecting it. He had every reason to...
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October 5th -- 5 months ago. That was the day I had planned on seducing Carson. I had been visiting him at least twice a week after school in his classroom for the past month. I always made sure to come prepared with a question or two in order to remain inconspicuous of my true motives. It was only later when I realized that he saw right through me. He knew what I wanted, but he had his fun teasing me, leading me on, watching me struggle for his attention. He found it amusing. Just like he found everything about our "relationship" -- even now.
That day, my questions -- or rather, my excuse -- involved a partner project. I was randomly assigned to be partners with Kenny, and although I would have preferred working with Tony, I didn't mind. Kenny was a nice guy and everyone at school was fond of him. He was quiet, though, and didn't bother asking many questions. However, when he heard that I was going to visit with Carson after school, he wanted to come with me. Perhaps he had a crush on me. Perhaps he was actually curious about the project. Perhaps... well, whatever the reason, I told him that he could join me. Now, that didn't work very well with my plans of seducing my teacher, but at the same time, it couldn't hurt too much. What I had in mind was that after Kenny and I were done asking our questions, I would tell Kenny that I had a few other questions about the textbook material, and that he was welcome to leave whenever he wanted. Kenny, being the least outspoken person I knew, would most definitely leave. And so, my plan would just be elongated, but no real harm would come to it.
Just as expected, Carson was sitting at his desk grading papers when Kenny and I entered the classroom. Carson's classroom was like any other teacher's room. It had motivating posters on the walls and little knick knacks that represented "who he was" sitting atop his desk. On the whiteboard were old notes from his previous lessons, and on the side was a drawn box that indicated what the weekend homework was.
My heart pounded as I neared my teacher's desk. He looked amazing. Always wearing a fitted black suit, he sported a sleek, blood red tie around his neck today. He had grown out his hair a little since the beginning of the year, and it made him look more rugged. I almost liked it better that way. When he noticed Kenny and I approach his desk, he looked up and smiled. "Hello Maddy." Then glancing at Kenny, he greeted his other student. Then he said, "Why don't you pull up some seats and we can discuss your project in depth."
Kenny and I did just that. After getting out all of our project resources and talking for about twenty minutes, I felt like this after school meeting was finished. I told Kenny exactly what I had practiced earlier in my head.
"I have a few more questions about Chapter 4. You can leave if you want, Kenny. It might be a while longer."
"Sure, no problem," Kenny replied, and gathered his belongings. "Thanks for the help, Mr. Archer."
"It's Carson," he reminded Kenny.
"Yes, I meant that." The quiet young man shuffled out of the classroom and closed the door behind him, which was completely unnecessary, but I was glad that he had.
"So, Maddy, more questions?" Carson pierced my eyes. A ripple tore through me and I tried to contain my excitement. At this point, Carson had never truly turned me on. I wasn't the easiest to get wet; it took some seducing. But, the excitement got me to where I needed to be -- in an aroused state of mind, rather than body. My physical arousal would come later.
"Yes, just a couple more. But they're not really about Chapter 4."
"Oh?" Carson raised an eyebrow.
