St.Luke's

I stood outside the office door. I had no idea what I had done but Mr. Wise had wanted to see me pronto. I stared at the sand colored tile waiting to be brought before the headmaster and trying not to cry. I could feel the aching tears begging to roll down my cheeks. This was my first year here at St. Luke’s Boarding school for Exceptional Students. Why my parents had sent me here in the middle of high school I will never know. Despite the fact that I was new I felt comfortable here. I had made friends relatively quickly. I had never, in the two weeks of being here, done anything to upset a teacher or fellow student, so I couldn’t imagine just what my headmaster wanted to see me about. I could feel my throat closing and the tears pressing against the back of my eyes. I had to kneel. I crouched down and put my head between my knees. I will not cry, I thought. I didn’t hear the footsteps of the secretary on the other side of the oak door but I stood up so fast I almost fell over when I heard the door opening.
“Don’t worry dear its not too serious.” her smile didn’t convince me.
“If it’s not serious than what did he pull me out of Pre-Cal for??” I did not say this out loud but my thoughts ran away with it. I wasn’t a math person and though only a junior, my parents thought it best for me to continue my math courses. So far I was doing well for someone who had no interest in math or science.
The office was large and covered in dark oak paneling. The sound of my shoes hitting the tile died instantly when I walked into the office. This was my first meeting with the headmaster. I didn’t see him sitting in the polished black leather chair by the marble fire place. I tried to smooth out my skirt. They had accidentally sent me the wrong size and it was too short. I flattened my already straight red hair. I usually left it curly but for some reason I found extra time this morning. I looked around and found that every piece of furniture, from his enormous desk to the wall to wall book shelves, were all dark oak. Most of the furniture was black leather or deep rouge. I found my self staring at an extravagantly carved door. It stood out because unlike the rest of the room it was cherry wood. There was a engraving that I couldn’t read. I took a step toward it when I heard a cough. I turned to see my headmaster standing there by the fire place.
I bowed as we were expected to do. “Headmaster.” I said not looking up.
“Now. Now. Miss Vaughn, no need for formalities here.” he said.
I looked up and almost feel over again. His chocolate eyes were so mesmerizing I almost didn’t get a good look at him. His suit was black and he wore it well on an athletic body that most guys would kill for. He was about six foot and had longish black hair. It was smoothed back but suited him. His strong facial features were dark and perfect. His eyes were what got my attention. They where dark and had hidden secrets behind them. His lips were rather full and his nose was, like the rest of his face, chiseled.
“Please, Anna, isn’t it?”
“Yes sir.” I know it didn’t come out of my mouth so I nodded and followed him to the sitting area where he had been before I had arrived.
“Please have a seat Anna.” as I did so, he sat down next to me. I could smell his cologne and soap. “Do you like it here Anna?”
“Yes sir. I like it a lot here.”
“No, my dear this office. Do you like it?”
My heart jumped when his hand brushed over my knee. Calm down, my brain screamed, it was just an accident. “It’s absolutely exquisite sir. Everything is matching the paneling and it is just beautiful.”
The head master smiled and looked at me. “Are you sure that EVERY thing matches?”
“Sir that door in the corner,” I pointed in the general direction, but Mr. Wise never turned his head “It is cherry wood, is it not?”
“I am very impressed Anna,” he stood and walked to a table and took out two glasses. “Most people don’t know the difference between wood. Would you care for some water?”
“Please.”
He walked over and handed me a crystal glass. I took a sip and watched him drink his. We sat in a comfortable silence for a while and we finished drinking. I was trying to figure him out and I kept trying to figure out how to phrase what I wanted to say without sounding ungrateful and arrogant.
Finally I had had enough of sitting in silence “Sir may I ask why you have brought me down her if I am not in any trouble?”
“Oh my dear,” he looked a little hurt. “This is a loving school, we must learn to open up to others. You see, I like knowing about my students. I encourage relationships. I encourage love and helpfulness. The people I hire are only those who are the best at what they do, but are also open minded. I like being able to say that I know my students very well.” His eyes twinkled when he said the last part and I felt a shiver run up and down my back the way he had put the emphasis on ‘very’.
“Headmaster.” my voice sounded strange and then I realized that my voice, like my hands, ad shook. I was usually a confident person and a semi-rebellious teen but the way he was looking at me was scaring me. “Perhaps I should get back to my lessons.”
“Yes let’s get on with the lesson shall we?” he stood when I did and touched my arm. “This way Miss Vaughn.” He pulled me toward the cherry wood door.
“Sir my professor will be angry if I miss all of the lesson.” I pleaded.
“No he won’t. He knows we have a special lesson from me to you my dear.” he had his arm around my shoulder and I was feeling a little light headed. I stumbled and stood upright.
“Headmaster,” I said though I tripped again and he caught me. My mind was filling with a light haze. I felt like I was dreaming.
“My dear you are flushed. Here let me carry you.”
I did not have a chance to protest before I was up in him arms. I clung to the front of his shirt. The childish like action resulted in a smile on his part. He opened the door with ease though he never put me down. He closed the door and locked it. I looked around and saw that the room like the office was paneled and decorated in dark oak. A bed lay to a far wall. The decorations were deep violet and wine colors. There was a black marble fire place like the one in the office. Everything seemed to be made of silk or velvet. He walked over to the bed and set me down. The velvet felt like water on my bare legs. I laid back voluntarily and at mot moaned when I felt my skirt slide up and expose my thighs to the velvet.
I closed my eyes and spread my arms out against the comforter. I opened my eyes and saw my headmaster watching me. I nearly screamed, but could not find my voice. His suit was gone and he had on black silk pajama pants. A significant bulge in the front had alarm bells going off in my head, but I couldn’t for the life of me tell you why.
“My dear you look like you are in need of my assistance.” He climbed on the bed or rather on top of me. He loosed my tie with his hands and tugged at my shirt with his teeth. He must have been frustrated, because he ripped off my shirt and stared for a moment. “My, little Anna what big breasts you have.” he kissed the top of each one and sent shivers down my back.
I faintly felt him rubbing against my groin. I meant to keep my legs closed but my legs had other ideas. “My, little Anna, what a lovely voice you have.”
I thought a moment and realized that that was my voice moaning. I felt him yank at my bra, ripping it. “My what responsive nipples you have.” he licked each one, teasing, taunting. I could feel his hands sliding up to search out my secret place. “My my my.” he said kissing me. “What a tight wet virgin you are.” I felt him slide his hand inside of my panties. I gasped. It felt so good. My mind reeled searching for the reason my parents had told me not to have sex.
His kisses became more intoxicating. I could barely breathe, he was so incredible. My mind could not find one reason why this was wrong. He pulled down my skirt and I made no move to stop him. He pulled down my underwear and I could not think. He was kissing me and taking my innocence bit by bit. I wasn’t doing a thing to stop him. His tongue against mine felt right and perfect. He grinded against me and my back arched against him, begging him. I knew my eyes were giving away the fact that I didn’t want him to stop. I knew by the way my body moved against his it wouldn’t let me stop.
He kissed me everywhere. His tongue probing at every sensitive point on my body. I knew he could smell my passion that dripped from my most secret place. I couldn’t bear to look at him. “Beg me.” he whispered in my ear. “Call me Jason and beg me to take you.”
My eyes opened and our eyes locked only for an instant. My embarrassment grew and I knew that he wouldn’t stop even if I begged and cried. “Oh Jason.” I moaned. His elegant fingers tickling my sweet spot. “P please Jason m. . make me yours. Body and soul my love.” I gasped as he moved lower and kissed my nether lips. His breath tickled and I could hardly bear it.
He pulled down his pants and I saw him in all his glory. My body woke up from its dream like state and I saw him for real. Hard and smooth, gleaming for me. His hard body belonged to an athlete that I knew I couldn’t fight. His eyes wicked and full of desires and lusts that I wasn’t ready for. No hair covered his body and his weapon of choice was long and strained from having been in captivation for so long.
“Headmaster?” I asked.
“No Anna Banana,” He whispered pining me back on the velvet “Its just Jason now.”
My hands were pinned above my head and I refused to look at him. He had other ideas. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. His eyes were evil and I knew this wouldn’t be the last time for me. He kissed my lips almost tenderly and his sweet tongue entered my mouth.
I could feel him at my entrance. He entered so slowly and carefully. I felt a stab of pain before the white inside of my head exploded. My body felt robbed of something I couldn’t fathom. The pain stabbed and throbbed. He pulled out of our kiss. I felt my cheeks dampen. I felt him moving in and out. It hurt just to think about it. His tongue licked the salty bitterness from my cheeks.
I knew he wouldn’t mind pain with his pleasure. I ran my long nails along his broad shoulders and moaned softly. He began to kiss my neck. Biting and licking his way to my tender ears. “Say my name.”
“Jason.” I moaned.
“Good girl.” He thrust into me again. My back arched and I felt a sliver of pleasure, it was my light at the end of the tunnel. My body began to respond to him. His touches became softer, as if he were trying to seduce me again. The pain vanished bit by bit and I began to enjoy him again. It was a pleasure I had never known. I once had imagined what it would have been like to sleep with an older man, but Mr. Wise had to be in his mid-twenties.
I heard him half moan and half scream my name. I felt him come inside of me. I screamed in surprise. I cried out to God. He did not smite my headmaster. My fault. . . Seduced him. . My thoughts chopped up in fragments. I felt darkness coming over me and I let it take me over.
Before the darkness came I heard the headmaster say “My little Anna Banana is not so innocent now.” I felt him kiss me and cover me with a blanket. “I love all of you my little one.” I turned to kiss him back and he sweetly accepted my innocent gesture. Darkness came over me and I slept in his bed, in the sweat and salt that we had created.