The Devil's Student Mate

One |▪︎ BEELZEBUB ▪︎|

 Not a single moment of concentration is lost to the nugatory noises beaming around me. Why would I throw the slightest care to swooning, gushing teenage girls and their grumbling, envious love interests, when a living god is slowly approaching me? My eyes have not shifted from the hulking, gorgeous man distributing test feedback to a class of delinquents who only know what it means to behave appropriately in his Physics class.

Am I any different from them? Just slightly, I will admit without any discretion that I put in more effort in sir Steed's class. I have always had an aesthetic eye and I'll proudly admit that like all the other brazen squad girls, cheerleaders and drama queens mostly, I find Lucius Steed to be a feast for the eyes and without a doubt, I have not been the only one stealing inappropriately long glances at him. Sir Steed is relatively new to the feed, Southgate Peak High only recruited him three months ago, but rest assured, even a freshman strutting down the polished halls or slanting by the reception area for the very first time knows his name, a hint of it or at least is aware of his reputation.

I studied his body language as he placed script after script on desktops with ethereal, divine grace. His face was stolid, stingy with emotion, but his lips twitched up ever so slightly before he handed out the stapled white papers to his anxious, relentless admirers.

Most of us drooling over this unfairly beautiful, Greek god of a man have obligations, or should I place it better; have a significant other, we are tied to. Heck I have a boyfriend, but it has never been a sin to admire… and fantasize about what you aspire to have or know you will never have. I am not a billionaire, I barely have anything tangible to my name, but I still get dreamy eyes and a subsequent optical orgasm whenever my ambition soars high and I envision a carefree life of luxury, senseless gluttony and enough rich madness to shamelessly forget about all the starving,   malnourished kids of this world. That is how I view it.

Is having an unwavering crush on my educator wrong? Maybe, but I am I the only one wishing a few of those buttons could become treacherous and pop open, no! Before it bothered me, I did not like the person I was becoming, my hormones refused to simmer down and I could not concentrate on absorbing the knowledge he was trying to transfer. When I first laid eyes on him, we shared a moment, his silver blue eyes pierced into mine and I have been enthralled ever since.

Bewitched.

I can't explain it, but it is something I have learned to live with.

I snorted as Sabrina Walters, a certified nuisance of a melodramatic character who believes she is the universe's gift to men, perked up and slid the nail file over the table as sir Steed stood in front of her dust strewn desk. Sabrina is the absolute worst and I find her absolutely distasteful. She is mean, an irksome braggart and unnecessarily bodacious. I mean just look at her, brassily thrusting up her chest and sexing him with her amber eyes. She thinks she is the juiciest piece of steak and that everyone wants a chunky bite of her. The only redeeming quality she has is that she is academically active and intelligent. She gets good grades in every subject and she is my fiercest competitor. I can just tell by that subtle glint in sir Steed's eyes as she accepts her results with a wide grin, that she has performed well, no, up to his standard and he is pleased.

God I hope I did better than her!

Wait.

I am actually jealous! What is wrong with you, Mabel?!

This is not what my parents incur school fees and other school related expenses for!

And I have a boyfriend. I can't go around being an overly enthusiastic teacher's pet.

Not that I am his… pet.

But certainly I am one of his favorites.

I planted both my elbows on the expensive wood and supported my head with my palms, as I counted down the estimated seconds left before he addresses me finally. With all the torrid gazes on him, had he been made of paper, he would have weathered into burned fragments by now. I mean just look at him, without detailing his captivating, otherworldly attractiveness in description- he is just perfect. You just feel compelled to make him proud.

The next to be graced with his stupefying presence was Carissa Montenogue. Carissa is as bright as the flare of a candle on its last centimeter, but even she amassed enough marks just to get a good remark in red ink on her white script from him. An A, or lowest a B was guaranteed from all the fervid females and some of the males who either actually gave a f**k about their academic performance or were just jealous suitors trying to score some points with the ladies.

From Carissa, he sauntered to the girl who sits directly in front of me, Zaria Alterburt, and I became so anxious, I could feel my heartbeat accelerate. With him in close proximity, I could not stare and allow my eyes to devour him as before, I am neither bold nor am I a creep.

With all the strange, unexplained occurrences I have been facing since I was nine years old, you would think I would be more equipped to interact with people and face below average, anti-climactic life occurrences head on, without faltering.

But as I have come to know, there is nothing anticlimactic about receiving sheets of paper from sir Steed. I had become more docile than a newborn kitten when he stood at my side, not in front of my desk, right in front of me. I swear I forgot how to breathe and much to my chagrin, sir Steed just stood there, awaiting some form of action from me. I could feel his intense eyes cutting into me. I have never crushed anyone so badly, whenever he is near or looks at me, I become a statue, I can't breathe, I can't will myself to look at him and I am at high risk of stammering and formulating incoherent words like I am speech impaired.

Don't embarrass yourself.

Don't embarrass yourself.

Imagine if I try to speak and I burp or hiccup….

How would I live?

Timidly and not without reluctance, I tilted my head up and stared at him, locking eyes with him longer than my lungs could bear. I was so seduced by the urge to lower my head in shame, but I resisted, chiefly because I did not want to be too obvious. I did not want my actions to spell "I am so infatuated with you, you are the man of my dreams and torrid fantasies and I'm dying right now sitting so close to you" in bold red on my forehead, but god I forgot how to function like a normal human being!

I held his piercing gaze, feeling my heart trying to leap out of my chest as ever so subtly, his lips curved up and he smiled, a smile that was halfway a smirk and halfway a grin. I blushed, exchanging him a small, nervous smile.  My face was so flushed, I must look like I have been basking in the sun for hours or have a fever.

Without taking his eyes off me, he hummed and the deep, yet soft vibrations his throat expelled gently strummed the air and lingered long after. His long fingers slid across the edges of the remaining scripts, and without even looking, he found mine. His eyes shifted to the paper, before returning to me.

"Mabel." He spoke and I nearly lost my head. He pronounces my name like no other. I could listen to him say my name on repeat the entire day.

How often do I forget that this man is my teacher?

About a lethal ninety percent of the time.

His voice is a perfect blend of deep and creamy, with just the right amount of loftiness and the manly essence of dominance. I shyly tucked my loose hair behind my ear as it feel to my face, before I failed dismally at sounding confident.

"Yes sir?" This moment sure is lasting longer than usual and if I didn't fear making a fool of myself, I would not be complaining.

Two of sir Steed's fingers pertly clipped my script and his eyes were gleaming with this emotion I could not read. "How badly do you want this script, Mabel?" He asked and I could've misinterpreted it, but his smirk was devious and his eyes daring… like… like those classical womanizers in movies.

Me being me, I said the first thing that came to mind. "More than anything, sir." What am I saying? I mean yes, I need those results, they are going to contribute substance to my year end results, but did I have to say it so…. So… suggestively?!

I only blinked twice before he so abruptly pulled me into his arms, hoisted me up and sat me on top of the desk. I only yelped fearfully when he spread my thighs wide open, invited himself in and leaned into me.

What is going on?!

Is this real life?!

This can't be happening?!

His brawny arms curled around my waist and he pulled me closer, inciting a breathless gasp from me. "Sir-" I breathed but one word before he interrupted.

"Shhh…" He hushed me, swiping my hair out of the way and nibbling on my earlobe and I released a soft moan without even intending to. I never knew that ears could be stimulated so greatly. "Let me taste you, and you can have your paper." He gave me not even a second long moment to comment, before he roughly tugged at the helm of my pleated skirt and pulled it up. I showed no resistance, I was only capable of looking around while corresponding to his solicitations. I was just a bit distracted when he grasped my hand and directed it to his crotch, staring at me square in the eyes as I gasped loudly.

"This is what you do to me, Mabel," he whispered gruffly into my ear, moving my hand back and forth and groaning lightly, "have you any idea how long I have been wanting to do this?"

I could have fainted- no scratch that, died on the spot!

My core clenched and my entire body trembled. My palm has never rubbed against something so hard before. The girth, the length, my god he was large! Just feeling how hard he was, for ME, was so arousing, I don't think I have ever been this wet for a man my whole near eighteen years of life!

I wanted him so badly.

But no amount of horniness could erase my fears.

I am not that girl with a bold taste for scandals.

As my red lace panties slid down my thighs, a plethora of emotions overwhelmed me. I was baffled, felicitous, scared and excited and as much as my traitorous body was defying my mind and I was ready to feel his hot tongue on my clit, I could not deny that this was no place for such behavior.

I laid my back flat on the desk, subsequently arching it slightly as he planted a kiss on my inner thigh and his velvety lips scorched my skin. As his peppery kisses trailed lower, I looked around and was flabbergasted to see that despite this very interesting activity happening on my desk, not a single pair of eyes was on us.

How can I have a teacher with his head between my spread thighs, about to "taste me" and every single pupil is just staring ahead like nothing is happening?

What are you doing Mabel?

Shit!

I grabbed a handful of his silky jet black hair but could not bring myself to push him away. "Sir...wait .. we can't- oh fuck.." His sleek tongue ran down my slit and I lost every word I wanted to say. I moaned so loudly, the students downstairs must have heard me.

His tongue was magi-

"Ms. Clivestein."

What?

My head snapped back and I flinched terribly, startled out of the daydream.

I can't believe I was daydreaming about Sir Steed and I getting s****l in his class.

Again!

Is this a curse?

How much more embarrassing can I get?!

I was too ashamed to face him, but he had clearly addressed me, so I had to.  Sir Steed gave me one unreadable look for a few painstaking seconds before returning to the white board . I exhaled deeply, relieved that he did not reprimand me or said anything to indicate that I had let a few moans or words slip.

But what is wrong with me?

Can't I get through this man's lessons without fantasising about him!

I have a boyfriend.

I have a boyfriend.

A - boyfriend.

The worst part is, every time it feels so… real and I am always harrassed by guilt because it truly feels like I really cheated on Dominique.

Sir Steed continued to teach and the front row poussies went about their routinely "art of seduction" , you know, twirling strands of hair around the finger,  sitting in more flattering ways and asking unnecessary questions.

Seriously, why am I jealous?

He's not my man-

And he is my teacher.

My eyes fell on the script on my desk, I don't even when or how it got here but I was blissful to see the one hundred percent I always aim for. I got total marks, I might not be the only one, but at least I know I am one of the top performers. There was a little note next to the score in cursive.

Remain behind after class.

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I dreadfully awaited for the last lesson of the day to end. Normally I would be happy like all the other pupils and rejoice over school being over for the day, but knowing that I still have pending business with Mr. Steed after class, has me apprehended. 

I know he did not request a one on one to commend me on the great work I have been doing.

Imagine if he confronts me!

"Do you like me Mabel? Do you want me?"

Oh god what would I say!!

My anguish brewed as he gave  a closing statement and his eyes fell on me briefly, almost like he was reminding me of our meeting in case I had forgotten, as he sat behind his desk and diverted his attention to his desktop computer screen. 

"Why are just sitting there?" Quillonia  suddenly uttered behind me, startling me. I jolted up before turning to face my beautiful best friend of more than fifteen years. "Dominique and Tesla are waiting for us, come on." Quil was brimming with excitement as she pulled me from my seat, not even noticing the doleful expression set on my face.

I would more than love to bolt out of here so I can get front row spectator seats to my wonderful boyfriend's wrestling match, but I am going to have to disappoint Dom a tad bit by being late.

 Clutching at my hand, she kept me in tow until her hauled her towards me and told her in a discreet tone, "I have to stay behind."

"Why?" She released a grumbling sound, clearly impatient.

"Sir Steed asked to see me after class." I whined, my voice barely above a whisper, to avoid the mentioned man catching on that we are talking about him.

"Eheemmm.." Quil cleared her throat suggestively, nudged my arm and wiggled her perfectly drawn, arched brows. I already knew what she was going to say, dear lord! Insert facepalm. "So we're making arrangements now." She blurted out a bit too loudly and I stamped my foot on hers, eliciting a bleat of pain from her. "Ouch! That really hurt Mabe."

"Don't be so loud, he'll hear us." I whispered, peering over her shoulder. I was a bit relieved that he was still entertaining some questions from two drama queens.

"I have said this multiple times and I'll say it again and again; sir yummy has the hots for you. Have you seen the way he stares at you? I mean come on, you're the only one he gives a shoulder pat when handing out feedback. Dominique has some stiff competition, if he doesn't watch out…" I ignored those ridiculous eye movements she made.

"You don't know what you're talking about," I rolled my eyes, placing a hasty request as the two brunettes sashayed out of the room, "please tell Dom that I'll be a bit late and that I have his lucky mouthguard with me and I'll give it to him in the second round."

Quil nodded her head and spun on her heel. "Will do… and Mabe, don't do anything I wouldn't do." She threw me a wink before strutting out, leaving me alone with him.

Dominique is a great guy. I'm not going to do anything.

Sir Steed is not even thinking of anything along those lines.

So timidly I made way to his desk, delaying each step but chary enough not to trip on a phantom, fall and embarras myself. Leisurely, at a taunting pace, he rose from his deluxe revolving chair and walked over to me. He left just an inch between us, leaning into his desk with his hands in his trim fit, navy blue dress pants. This man dresses more like he is ready to man the boardroom than educate toddlers in the bodies of adults.

My body could not cope with him being so close to me. I had to muster every bit of strength in me  just to maintain eye contact.

"Mabel."

His voice.

Sinful, sensuous, sinster, seductive, sousing.

"Did I do anything wrong, sir?" Even I didn't like how docile I looked, sounded.

His eyes drilled into mine and he inched closer before cupping my face and I released a shaky gasp. His hands were so cold, but delightfully cold and despite the frosty sensation, my cheeks were on fire.

Wait a minute.

I am daydreaming again, aren't I?

As he held my face and his hovered over mine and I got lost in his eyes, I discreetly pinched my thigh hard thrice just to be sure.

I'm not imagining this.

Oh god!

My lips fell ajar as words failed me and that's when I witnessed an unnatural transition. His eyes flickered to a luminescent crimson red and I nearly lost grip of consciousness.

The door is halfway open, anyone can walk in and find us in this incriminating, highly suggestive position.

Why are his eyes red?

How are his eyes red?

Any second now…

Any second now I'll wake up from this dream.

"You don't remember me, do you Mabel?"

And that's chapter one!

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