Thread: Behind the appearances (Celeste's Daughter & Google)

Faith would have lied if she said she didn't feel nervous when he suddenly grinned wider as soon as she finished talking. Almost as if he caught her, spotted her mistake and a proof her being guilty. She kept her stance, but she really had a hard time trying to remain calm on the inside. Also, the next moment she noticed he was looking up and down her body like he was already fantasizing about how she'd look in the nude, the redhead barely refrained from losing her temper. There she thought there was still some hope that there nice kids out there too, and he turned out to be just like the others. Or maybe worse, given how he could go to this extent to humiliate his own teacher, a person he was supposed to respect. A surprised look on her face could be observed at his admitting that he really wasn't a saint, subtly clicking her tongue as he moved closer and for the first time she felt uneasy being around her own desk. Bad choice. She didn't pick the right spot in the classroom to be at the moment. She practically had no other way to escape but using the sides. And no, it was clear not even those options would be helpful. Slowly and surely he was stepping on her tail so to speak. Nevertheless, the next words blurted out by this student before her eyes had her mouth hanging open in both amusement and shock. ...What? You think I'm infatuated with brats that are ten years younger than me? Why in the world I'd want a kid instead of men of my age or at the very most some years older than me? The eye contact caught her off guard. What? Did he have more to say? Cheeks turned a shade pinker as he mentioned how inexperienced she was. But when he mentioned his own experience in the sexual field, mocking her most likely, the slight blush turned into a full blown redness, and for Heavens' sake, she sometimes hated it that she had such a fair skin which let every ounce of embarrassment be seen. To make her feel worse, he just had to call her that... a shitty lay . A sixteen-year-old was telling her this. This was madness. She was torn between getting angry, lashing at him or feeling like her self-esteem went down with a thunk. No, no, she wasn't going to let this brat trample on her like she was the stupid one and he had the control. The control . This sounded awful. For once she hated these words, knowing her student was capable of doing this to her. And who are you again to meddle with my personal life? Since when do students talk like- The words have been cut off, eyes widening as she felt his hand wrapping around her throat, the light yet somehow frightening squeeze making her shiver and instinctively reach for his wrist trying to pry him away. Now this was one hell of a situation. She was isolated from the rest of the school, closed inside this classroom with one of her students. And from the looks of it, not any average student. No, it was far from that. He was sly, annoyingly smart and perverse. What was more, she wasn't sure how should she keep up with him. Wits was one thing, but strength... she lacked it a great lot, clearly not her forte point. A tint of fear and hate showed in her eyes at his words and even more so as he squeezed on her throat harder and made it even harder to breathe as he forced his lips against hers and almost shoved his tongue inside her mouth. She inwardly swore and cursed him in her mind. Her body as well. She was practically out of air, barely breathing due to the uncomfortable way her head was inclined, the suffocating kiss and the grip on her throat. Not to mention his body showed signs of arousal, and for some reason it sent the same arousal to her own body. This is why she cursed in the first place. She knew, she was aware, she told herself repeatedly that it was wrong and sick to be doing this with a student and fucking risky as well, but her body had a mind of its own, and the fact that she was craving this kind of control from someone over her did her no good. However, she knew the consequences all too well, and if anything was to happen she would be the only one punished here. This was no young adult, he was still a minor, and in any case he had his uncle as a headmaster. He would be safe no matter what, but she'd be ruined completely. She would be blamed for everything. A whimper escaped her lips at the roughness he displayed, hands subtly retreating behind her, carefully searching for her mobile. It was better to be caught anyway then later regret it. Besides, if anyone was to witness this they could see he's the one to force her. It was obvious from the clutch he had on her throat and hair. When she did get a hold of it, she tried to press the buttons by memory and remember the order of the contacts list. It was a good thing she could feel the buttons, the touchscreens would have been unuseful right then.