Student from Hell

Satan incarnate-Ch.5

CASSIUS'S POINT OF VIEW



It’s been two days since the conversation in the parking lot, and I did my best to avoid him, avoid looking at him, and avoid thinking about him, but it’s not that easy because each time he had the opportunity, he said something to me. Something that either made me hot, or hard.

He keeps eye-f*****g me, undresses me, and kisses me with his damn beautiful green eyes.

As for thinking about him, no matter how many books I read, or how many boxes I unpacked, he’s making his way into my mind. But I won’t act on my thoughts. I won’t do anything, so that should be ok, and in the end, he will give up. Even if, at this point, he seems to be even more determined.

He comes to at least three classes a day, and unfortunately, I found myself looking for him every time. But today it’s Thursday, so I have one more day, then I’ll have two days away from him, and that should be enough to forget him, or better yet, to get rid of these unholy, immoral, and illegal thoughts.

It’s my last class, and I’m 99% sure that he’ll come because today he came to only one class.

The bell rang, and the kids started to fill the classroom, and, as I suspected, he came as well.

He gives me his signature sexy smirk, and I roll my eyes, and, as usual, suppress a smile.

He has a damn sexy as Hell smirk.

I HATE HIM!

Ok, again. Avoid looking at him, and repeat: 'he’s 17 or 18 years old, and my student!!!!'.

As usual, he takes his seat in the front row, then leans back on his chair, and looks at me with a small smile that makes his emerald eyes sparkle. It’s damn frustrating. He’s damn crazy.

“Open your books on page 76.” Everyone opens their book, except for him.

“You too!” I tried to snap, and I say 'tried' because even though my voice was loud and deep, I think he saw right through it because his smile turned into a knowing smirk, but I keep my firm posture and look at him with a raised eyebrow expectantly, and he takes his book and opens it randomly, not taking his eyes off of me.

God damn him! He has his way... NO! STUDENT! 17 or 18!

“Come in front of the class and read for us, Mr.....” I wait for him to complete my sentence and tell me his name, but he just takes his book and smiles. I totally forgot about his name. I got used to calling him Satan.

“Yes, sir.” He didn’t complete my sentence as I hoped, instead, he bit his lip seductively, but I quickly avert my gaze. Those lips... God...

He comes and stands next to me, and I almost close my eyes to inhale his subtle scent, a mix of leather with a hint of smoke, he smells like danger and s*x, a dangerous combination that has my head spinning, my skin turning into goosebumps, and only God knows how much I want to lick--- Why did I call him here?

“Your name?” I asked after I cleared my throat so my voice wouldn’t betray me, and he shrugs his broad shoulders lightly, then answers with a very low whisper that I barely heard, but I did, and oh, God...

“Now? Now you can call me kid. When you’ll decide to scream my name, I’ll tell you.” He licks his lips, and I look around the classroom to remember where the f**k I am and see if someone else heard or noticed what’s happening, but to my total relief, nobody did, and for the first time since I teach, I’m happy that the rest of the kids are talking among themselves.

“What was the page again? I was daydreaming. Sorry.” He raises his right eyebrow and looks at my lips, practically telling me that he was imagining... things.

“76,” I replied dryly, then look towards the classroom and take a step aside because his damn scent is a pure aphrodisiac.

I’m in class, and he’s my student. My student. High-school.

I catch the attention of all students, then gesture for Satan to start reading, but I don’t look at him until he finishes, and even then, I regret it because his eyes, which are now a few darker shades of green, are looking at me in that way of his.

“Is that all, sir?” The desire in his low voice turns my skin into goosebumps, and I hope that I’m the only one that notices the look in his eyes, the look that’s telling me that he hopes not, that he’s ready to learn, and he’s asking me to teach him.

“Yes.” Oh, f**k!

Ok, go and sit, Cassius. And calm your stupid d**k down!

I avoid looking at him for the rest of the class, and, as usual, he stays behind.

Good, God! He’s trying to kill me.

He takes his backpack, and without breaking eye contact, he comes and leans on my desk as if it’s the most natural thing to do, dropping his backpack on it. Well, to be honest, he did it so many times that it looks natural.

“Get off my desk, kid!” I used the harshest tone I own, hoping and praying that he’ll listen. But, we’re talking about Satan here, and Satan doesn’t listen. Satan smirks, and with a challenging look and a husky low voice, he dares me.

“Make me.” I sigh hard, and look at him for a brief second, because, as I mentioned before, I do have some unholy thoughts, and to avoid thinking about them, I start putting my stuff in my briefcase.

“I really don’t get you. What part of I don’t want you, you don’t understand?” He chuckles lightly in amusement, and I look at him confused.

“I understand you quite clearly, I just don’t believe you. I can’t believe you. And you know why?” I roll my eyes and force myself not to smile.

“Enlighten me,” I replied sarcastically, and he smirks as if he knows something that I don’t know.

“Firstly, because your body tells me otherwise. Secondly, you should learn to lie better. You’re quite horrible at lying. And because I like you so much, I’ll give you a tip. In order for other people to believe your lies, you have to believe them yourself. And you don’t.” I run a hand over my face to hide the fact that I’m smiling, sighing loudly, pretending that I’m exasperated, and when I felt that it was safe to look at him, I forced a serious expression and looked at him straight in the eye.

“I don’t know why you think that my body tells you that I want you because it doesn’t. In case you haven’t noticed, all you do is annoy me! As for lying, thanks for the tip, but I don’t need it. I don’t lie. Now, get out of my class.” He chuckles and shakes his head in disbelief. Am I such a terrible liar?

“Prove it.” He crosses his hands over his chest, causing my eyes to go wide in shock.

Prove it?

“Stand up.” He demanded in a daring voice, then tilts his head, and looks at me expectantly.

“I’m not gonna play games with you, kid. Get.out!” I emphasized every word, but he shakes his head and purses his lips, as if he’s disappointed in me and my lying skills, and doesn’t move an inch. Stubborn bastard!!!!!

“Well, then I guess I’m not gonna stop. Until you prove me wrong, I will keep persuading you.” I know he plays with me, or at least he tries. I know this game. When I was playing it, he was in diapers.

EXACTLY, CASSIUS! DIAPERS!!! Fine, maybe not in diapers, but not far from it!

“Nice approach. But, I’ll play your little game, and when you’ll see that I’m serious and I don’t want you, you’ll leave me alone. Clear?” I know I can control myself, and this is my chance to stop him. And stop me for that matter, so I’m gonna take advantage of this opportunity.

“Of course. I won’t bother you again. I’m not a creep.” He said in a DUH voice, making me roll my eyes.

Ok, I can do this.

I stand confidently and look at him with a bored expression, which almost slips due to his damn scent, but I have a solution for that, and that is to breathe through my mouth, and now all that’s left to do is count sheep, or even better, think of Mia’s serial killer cat.

Easy. I can do it. Definitely.

“Thirty seconds. If in thirty seconds you’re not hard, I’ll never bother you again.” He seems genuine. No smirk, no smile.

THANK YOU, GOD! This is my way out!

“But, no touching!” I warned, and he nods.

“I won’t touch your d**k, don’t worry. Even if I know you want to.” He smirks again, and I imagine the killer cat.

“Just do it already!” I snapped, and he takes a step forward, making me take a step backward.

“I won’t touch you, Mr. Bourne. Not unless you ask me to. Besides, why are you afraid? You don’t want me, so it shouldn’t matter where I stand.” His lips curl into a devilish smile, and I wonder... WHY DID I AGREE WITH THIS?

I can’t back down now.

What the f**k am I doing? Good, God!

Deep breaths through your mouth, and calm yourself, Cassius. Avoid looking at his smirk and his eyes, and you’ll be just peachy.

I look towards the door and imagine Mia’s cat going on a bird-killing spree. Poor little birds. I’m a monster, but I have to.

“Believe me, I won’t ask you,” I said smugly, trying to look as smug as I sounded.

“That’s why we’re here. I don’t believe you.” He replied, amused by all this, then comes closer, and this time, I stay in place.

It’s official, I went crazy.

As soon as I felt waves of heat flooding my body, I closed my eyes, and start counting.

Thirty seconds.

One bird killed, two birds killed, three birds-- my count is interrupted by his inhumanly hot breath that caresses my neck and ear, and which feels like sparks of pleasure on my sensitive skin, sparks that threaten to turn into flames with each breathe he releases, spreading the heat through my entire body, and forces me to bite my lip hard, concentrating on the pain, and not let the moan that’s in my throat to escape, or the shivers that are torturing my body, to manifest.

“Tell me, Cassius, how many times have you thought of me when you stroked yourself? How many times did you curse yourself for finishing while you imagined my lips wrapped around your d**k? And don’t be shy, you can tell me.” Holy Jesus Mary mother Of God!

I try to ignore the heat, the deep and husky voice, the damn scent that somehow enters my nose even though I’m f*****g trying not to allow it, the almost nonexistent distance between our bodies, and keep counting.

Eight birds killed, small innocent birds!!!!

Please help me, God!

Now that I somehow calmed down, I need to lie! And lie well! So, steady breaths and keep calm!

“Never...” BETTER, CASSIUS! LIE BETTER!

How many birds are left?

He chuckles softly, amused by the lack of confidence in my voice, and as he talks again, he makes sure that his warm, soft lips touch my skin.

I bite my lip harder, almost splitting it, trying to control my body from shivering and keep the groan from escaping my throat.

“Lying it is. Well, I’ll be honest with you. I imagine myself sucking you every morning and evening under the shower, sometimes in between as well. I imagine your d**k down my throat, I wonder how you taste, how you would feel in my mouth... f**k, Bourne! Why the f**k are you fighting this so hard?” The frustration in his voice is so damn sexy... and he really thinks of me-- oh, God!

I turn my hands into fists and dig my nails into my palms while praying to God to give me strength not to grab him, rip his clothes, and f**k him into oblivion.

I try to count again... but... he is... f**k!

I hate Mia’s cat and I hate birds! USELESS!

“I don’--” And my strings of thoughts are cut by his pearly teeth that dig into the sensitive skin of my neck, followed by his soft, warm tongue that’s liking the bite, and his full lips that brush away the remaining of the sweet pain and turns it into a torturous pleasure.

My body betrays me, and a deep groan escaped the back of my throat, the shivers in my body multiply and escaped, causing my body to tremble and my knees buckle, almost missing the smile that I feel against my skin.

NOOOO!

He pulls back, showing me the victorious smile that a second ago warmed my skin, and I do my best to control myself from punching him with all I’ve got and having my way with him on the damn desk at the same time.

“You’re a teacher, Mr. Bourne. You’re not supposed to lie. Tsk tsk tsk.. setting a bad example... not so academically of you.” His voice was teasing, and the satisfaction in it makes everything more frustrating.

His emerald eyes leave mine and slowly travel down my chest and abs, then he licks his lips at the sight of the big bulge in the front of my suit pants, and we both know that it’s because I’m hard as f**k, so hard that I’m afraid that my d**k will tear my pants apart, and he doesn’t even try to hide the fact that he’s proud of himself, satisfied beyond words that he made me lose myself in him.

Arrogant fucker!

“Get out!” I practically yell because I don’t know how much longer I can resist his damn smirk.

“I would rather go in...” He looks at me expectantly, waiting for me to give him the green light... and fuck.. I would let him get inside of m-- NO, CASSIUS! NOOO! Reality check! He’s 17-18 and you’re his teacher! His damn TEACHER.

“OUT!” I repeat myself, this time louder, and he smiles and takes a step back.

“I guess I’ll have to wait a little longer. But that’s not a problem. You’re worth every second.” And with that, he takes his backpack and goes out of the classroom with the same confident, nonchalant walk that drives me insane.

SATAN!

I think it would be a good idea to wear a crucifix. That might keep him away. And go to church. Pray more often!

Jesus f*****g Christ! I’m going crazy.

But I do deserve a prize. I didn’t fall into temptation. And God knows that he’s damn tempting.

I decide to sit down a little because I need to recover. I can’t go with this hard-on.

Damn kid!

My hand goes by itself to my neck, touching the spot where he bit me, licked me, kissed me, and it’s still warm, it still sends shocks of electricity through my hot body.

Why the Hell does he have this effect on me? He’s 18 for God’s sake. Or 17? What if he’s 17? Does that make me a pedophile? JESUS CHRIST! Holy f*****g s**t!

But he’s the one that doesn’t leave me alone!!! And he doesn’t look like 17-18! And Mia said I’m not!

One more day to go! You can do it, Cassius!

A/N.

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