Dirty confessions

Fiona’s POV

My father’s laugh echoed all the way up the stairs first, it felt so genuine, the kind he only let out when he was so comfortable around someone important. I paused at the very top of the stairs, and gripped the banister so hard my knuckles whitened.

“What the heck is he doing here?” I murmured to myself, rage fuming inside me.

Jalen was already inside, heading to the couch as if he lived here. Some part of me wanted never to see him again, but that was not the case. Because somehow, my soul kept yearning for his touch and his lips on mine.

My mother spotted me first. “Fiona, darling, come down. Look who came to check on you.”

I forced my legs to move. One step. Then another and I paused.

Dad clapped Jalen on the shoulder, grinning widely. “This one’s been asking about you every time we speak. Said you’ve been quiet on the phone lately. Thought he’d drive up and make sure you were fine.”

Jalen’s eyes flicked to me—brief but burning with something I couldn't describe—before he smiled at my father. “She’s been busy with school. You know how it is.”

Dad chuckled. “Too busy for her old man, apparently,” he added another chuckle.

“Thought you knew she would be here, she mentioned you knew,” Dad stated and my feet went cold, I had lied earlier.

“Um… technically,” Jalen answered and I heaved a sigh of relief.

They fell into easy conversation the way they always did—sending a nostalgic feeling through my skin. I remembered how Dad and Jalen could be so chatty with each other when I was little. Sometimes, my attention was what drew Jalen away from Dad. They kept on with conversations, drifting from old stories, golf scores, to business deals, the effortless rhythm of decades-long friendship. I had never seen Jalen so alive and free in a long time and somehow, I wanted to keep watching him.

I hovered near the edge of the living room, trying to be invisible enough until Mom tugged my arm.

“Come help me set the table, love. Breakfast is ready.”

I followed her to the kitchen, grateful for the escape.

The sound of plates clinking, silverware rattling filled the air, stealing my focus. I kept my head down, focusing on folding napkins perfectly, anything to avoid looking toward where Jalen sat with my father.

But I felt him, I felt his eyes following all my movement and that made me hot, it made my pussy squeeze. Every few seconds his gaze slid over me intentionally.

I hated how my body still responded. How my thighs clenched at the thought of his gaze even though I tried to distract myself, I tried to stay angry for pushing me away without a word, only to show up here like he had every right.

Mom hummed softly as she arranged fruit on a platter. “He looks tired, doesn’t he? Poor man. Probably working himself to death again.”

“Hmm,” I answered, I dare not at least make a sound to acknowledge her words.

Breakfast was quiet at first. Polite.

Dad and Jalen kept talking nonstop. Then Dad leaned back, wiping his mouth with a napkin. “So… how’s Marian? Haven’t seen her in ages. Is she still ruling that board with an iron fist?”

Jalen paused.

Just a heartbeat too long.

My fork froze halfway to my mouth sharply, waiting for his response. Jealousy twisted in my gut. Hearing her name on his lips felt like a blow to my face.

Jalen cleared his throat. “She’s… busy. Same as always.”

Dad nodded, oblivious. “Give her our best when you’re back home.”

I stared at my plate, completely silent as usual, only around my parents but deep down, I was fuming and horny at the same time.

After breakfast, Jalen didn’t leave.

He stayed, we still hadn’t gotten the chance to talk, and I knew he wouldn’t give up until he talked to me.

Dad and Jalen kept roaming the house like puppies, they stayed in the study for hours with a bottle of whiskey. I retreated upstairs. Too tired to think about his presence in the house. How easy it would be to walk downstairs and drag him into a soft kiss and slap him hard in the face for dismissing me.

Evening crept in before I could realize it.

And I heard a knock at my door. “Come on in,” I answered, I knew it was him—I had braced myself for what he was about to say. He pushed the door open and groaned after clicking it shut.

“Bunny.”

“Don’t call me that,” I snapped under my breath.

“You have every right to be angry, Fiona, but I need you to give me some time before I can explain what is going on,” he muttered, trying not to show his worries but I didn't care.

“There is nothing to talk about professor, you made it clear you don’t want us…” I paused. “Scratch that, you don’t want me again so what more is there to talk about?” Silence engulfed the air for a minute before he finally spoke.

“It‘s more complicated than you think, Fiona.”

“Well, good thing you ended it, hun? I guess that way, it doesn’t have to be complicated anymore right?" I asked as I walked away from him. He dragged me by the arm and pulled me close to his chest, so close that his heat brushed through my forehead.

“You don’t get it bunny, I can’t get away from you, i tried but it was torture, okay. Let me make it up to you bunny, let me show you how much you’ve affected me.”

“How do you plan on doing that professor?” I snapped.

“Stop calling me that,” he groaned.

“ Tell me, how do you plan on taking back all the sleepless nights, all the tears vigil, every pain you cost me? How?”

Just as he was about to answer, Dad’s voice echoed from downstairs. “ Jalen, are you okay up there, mate?”

“You have to leave before he comes in here,” I suggested. He gazed at me for a minute, his eyes filled with so much hunger and desire to devour me but I gave no room for it.

“Leave, professor.”

He turned on his heels and walked to the door but paused midway, he walked back to me and pulled me into his arms before kissing me so deeply, I couldn’t breathe, i tried to suppress the moan threatening to surge but it came out faintly. Then, a knock on the door pulled us apart.

Mum pushed the door open and glanced. “Harry must have missed you already, he asked that I check on you, Jalen,” she muttered politely.

Jalen straightened, adjusted his shirt, and sighed deeply while I tried to hide my rising chest.

‘Yes, um… I… I was just leaving, came to discuss academics with Fiona," he lied.

“Oh, lovely,” mum replied as he stepped out without looking back. I felt a squeeze in my inner thigh as I stared at his butt, perfectly snatched in his free pants.

“Jalen will be staying for dinner, come help with the dishes,” Mum said, glaring at me.

“Yes mum, but I will take a shower first.”

“Whatever,” she said and shut the door behind her.

I rushed out of the bathroom and dressed up in one of the dresses Jalen had gotten me back in his house. It was intentional, I wanted him to be hungry till he couldn't hold it anymore, it was a red short shiny dress that gave away my back and half of my plump boobs. I wore a strong oud and vanilla cologne that engulfed the air. I placed a white fluffy bunny ear headband on my head and glanced at my finished look in the mirror. I was so sure my parents would question me afterwards but I didn't care. Anything to torment Jalen.

I was about to step out of the room when I remembered I still had to make him pay for what he did to me now that he was here, and a nasty thought crossed my mind. I walked close to my bedside drawer—picked up the silent vibrator I had gotten for him. A soft dirty smile curved up my face as I pressed it between my fingers before turning it on and slipping it under my pants.

Few seconds later, I walked down the stairs, feeling the vibrator poking deep inside me, the house smelled of roast chicken and rosemary, and as expected, his gaze landed on me and he took in every inches of me with raving hunger lingering in his eyes, he swallowed hard as i approach the dining table, my eyes locked with his for a few seconds and i looked away before my parents noticed.

“What’s the occasion?” Mum asked and I froze.

“Nothing mum, just thought the cloth’s been lying around for a while,” I quickly slide into the seat beside Jalen and push the vibrator’s control with a little note that says *you wanted to show me how much I affected you, it's on in my pussy* into his hand under the table as I watched my mum serve us.

His eyes narrowed at me after reading the note and he looked away. I could see his dick getting hard under his pants as his fingers hovered over the control. And his second hand is trying to suppress his hard length from plunging out. A surge of heat, excitement, and anticipation washed through me, I was eager to feel the vibration inside me as I waited for him to control me.

The thought of me having to suppress my moan turned me on so bad that I could feel my inner thighs already fucking wet when I pressed them together

“Shall we?” Dad's voice pulled us back to the moment, Jalen cleared his throat, maintaining his composure.

“This looks delicious Mrs Harry,” he praised and Mum laughed out loud like she had been expecting the praise.

I rolled my eyes and lifted my spoon to my mouth, then I felt a hard buzz deep inside me. It clenched my stomach.

“Ohhh, fuck,” I moaned out loud, my eyes flung wide open, earning the attention of everyone as I gripped my spoon tightly.

Mum and dad shut a sharp glare at me and Jalen smirked. He did that, he controlled the freaking vibrator to the highest, and turned it back off.

“Are you alright?” he asked, and I nodded.

“I apologize, the food burned my throat," I answered.

“You barely ate something fiona, be more vigilant,” Mum added. They continued their food and I felt it again. I gripped the edge of the table, bit down on my lower lip until I tasted blood, trying so hard to stop myself from screaming as he increased it. His face remained calm while I battled for my life.

Turned out I was the one being punished after all.

“Hmmm…. I need to use the bathroom, please excuse me,” I struggled with my words, sprinting off the chair, I ran as fast as I could before my juice got to spill, but I could tell their eyes were on me.

Shutting my room door behind me, the buzz was still on, driving me to the edge, my hand flung to my mouth as I tried to muffle my moan, I was about to finish when he stopped and my phone buzzed immediately.

“Do not dare touch that pussy till I ask you,” he said. “And leave it in, I'll be with you in a minute.” I grabbed my pillow and screamed into it, letting out all my frustration.

I pulled off my dress and lay still on my bed, naked, but the bunny ears headband still hung tightly on my head, toes curled, hand balled in a fist, and body trembling, asking for more.

Minutes later, my bedroom door quietly opened and Jalen slipped in.

He stood by the door, eyes dark, and jaw tight. He looked at me like he was starving, and I stared at him, panting hard as he slowly took off his shirt and walked to me.

“Fuck me,” I said, and that was all he needed to hear

He pulled me by the legs to the edge of the bed, yanked off the toy and his mouth crashed in between my thighs. Desperately and hard.

I gasped against him, pulling him tightly against my clit as he sucked on it, teasing my clit with his tongue in a circular motion.

Then, he lifted me and turned my ass to face him and landed a slap on my ass. He buried his face between my ass, licking my pussy from behind, and I have never felt so moist ever before. He pushed my face into my pillow to muffle my moan. The stinging pain and pleasure rushed through my skin, making me moan softly like a slut and I loved it so much.

He dragged a tie from my bedside and tied it around my mouth. “Hand above your head, do not take it off for any reason,” his deep voice ordered and I shamelessly obeyed. “Yes professor,” I answered. “God, I miss you bunny,” he confessed and I moaned in response as he pushed inside me in one rough thrust. He flung his head back as a soft groan escaped his lips.

“Ooohhhh,” I cried.

“Hush bunny, you don't want your parents to hear you, do you?” he asked and I nodded.

My fingers sank deep into my bedspread as he kept fucking me faster, and deeper with rage.

“This was what you wanted, hun? Spread out for me like a slutty bunny,” he asked, his voice dropped to the faintest whisper but I kept mute. “Answer me,” he snapped and landed another slap on my ass.

“Yessss,” I screamed.

At the moment, I knew my parents would have probably heard my voice. “You have no idea how bad you’re driving me crazy,” he confessed. He didn’t stop pounding into me, he didn’t stop talking dirty, asking questions, praising my body and that drove me to the extreme edge, I couldn’t hold it anymore.

“I'm cumming, please make me cum,” I pleaded, struggling to get my words out under the tie in my mouth.

“Say that again, I can’t hear you,” he said, and grabbed my hair by the tip—pulled it hard towards him and placed his other hand on my back, pressing it down in place as he fucked faster. Harder.

“Please make me cum,” I muttered as tears prickled down my cheek. “Not yet bunny,” he said, and pushed his thick thumb inside my ass hole, fingering it softly.

“Fucckkkkkk,” I screamed, my body gave up, my legs trembled, my toes curled as I felt my orgasm rush in. “No, I can't hold it, please let me finish.” I cried, pleading but he ignored me.

He was about to talk when a knock came on the door. “Fiona, are you alright?” Dad's voice sounded behind the door. He didn’t stop, he kept fucking me harder and took off the tie in my mouth.

“Ye…yess dad I’m fine,” I answered, trying to sound as convincing as possible.

“Is Jalen there with you,” he paused and I froze, tension washed through me, I turned my face to look at him, and he leaned closer to my ear and whispered.

“You can’t let me know I’m here bunny, except you want to get yourself in trouble.”

“Can you hear me, Fiona?” he said again, “Yes, um no, he’s not here dad,” I answered. “Hmm, where could he be,” Dad mumbled. “Alright, do you need some medicine?” Dad asked, and I was shocked he cared. “No dad, I’m in the bathroom, I’ll be down soon” I added.

“Right, hurry up and come help your mum downstairs,” he said, and left.

“I need to finish now?” I said and he smirked, planting a kiss at the back of my neck as he slowed down, fucking me slowly. “Alright bunny, mess up my dick” he said and those words shifted something inside me that sent me dripping all my juice all over his cock as requested.

“Fuck!” he groaned and plunged deeper as he cummed inside me, pausing with every thrust. I crashed on the bed, panting, shaking, and he stayed inside me for a long moment. His body pressed to mine. Breathing ragged.

Then he pulled out. Stood up gently and fixed his clothes.

I lay there—still dripping, legs trembling but I managed to turn to watch him dress up.

He leaned closer and kissed my forehead softly.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’ll explain everything much later bunny, I just need time to sort things,” he said and I nodded. “Clean up and hurry downstairs before your parents come looking,” he said and left.

Dinner passed in a blur, and Jalen waved goodbye. I felt a pang of relief but mostly exhaustion. I trusted my parents to turn to me immediately and they did.

“What sound was that in your room earlier, young lady? More like a moan, was Jalen with you?” Dad asked.

My heart slammed against my ribs, I froze.