You're My First

Chapter 19

You're My First.

Lyla Atelo.

I came to a conclusion after drafting my priorities.

First of all, my future with my husband was quite bleak and the only thing that I held on to now was my teaching job. I wouldn't want to lose it for any reason.

Secondly, yesterday's sermon in church touched me, and I felt the deep sense of need to clear the air between Sage and I. I had to reign in my darkest desires for him because no matter what... it felt wrong.

Exciting, but really wrong.

"Mr. Dominic?" I called his name after my first class had ended. His piercing eyes shot up to my face. I gulped and steadied my breath to continue. "I would like to see you in my office during lunch."

His expression had turned cold. He didn't give me a second glance after I said that, and I suddenly felt like it was stupid to have a meeting with him. But it didn't matter now, I had already said it out. It was up to him to decide if he would come or not.

But still... I don't know why I felt anxious about that.

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Lunch came and there was still no sign of Sage. A resigned sigh escaped my lips. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and I sat up in... excitement? No, that was the wrong feeling. I shouldn't be feeling that way at all.

"Erm... Come in." I cleared my throat and said out loud.

My hopes were crushed instantly when a familiar blonde and brunette hair entered my office. It was Sara and one of my colleagues, Ivy.

"Hey." I flashed them a fake smile, trying so hard to mask my disappointment.

Sara was looking around as if trying to find someone, and when she saw nothing, her eyes settled on me.

"I thought you were having a guest." Sara sighed, also disappointed.

My eyebrows quirked in surprise. If I guessed right, she must have heard that I wanted to meet with Sage, and she came here in the hopes of being in the same space as him.

"As you can see, there's no one here." I gestured towards my spacious office.

My office was quite bigger than all of my colleagues, and I could fathom a guess that this was also Sage's doing. I had to speak to him so he could stop with the favours. As if on cue, my door was rudely opened and Sage barged in.

He had a dark look on his face when he saw my new companions.

"Get out. All of you!" His voice was cold, and he didn't even spare them a glance as he made his way towards me, settling on the chair in front of my desk... in front of me. "Speak!"

I could tell he was in a foul mood, and I wondered what happened.

"Is everything okay? You seem a little bit—"

"Don't waste my time on pointless discussions, Lyla. Get straight to the point." The tone he used sent a tiny but sharp pain into my heart.

I rubbed my palms together nervously. "Okay. I want us to bring an end to whatever is going on between us."

There. I said it. I waited for his reaction, but I got nothing. When I raised my gaze to look at him, he was leaning against the chair with a hand supporting his chin. His eyes hadn't softened a little bit.

"...and what exactly is going on between us?" He asked.

"Everything... With you claiming me as your property, hurting my husband, granting me a lot of favours in this school." I rambled on. I knew my insides were already a mess of emotions, but I had to get everything off my chest now. "That night at the club... we can just put everything about it behind us. I wasn't in the right state of mind. I was drunk. I misunderstood my husband's reactions. And yes, my husband might still be a dick to me sometimes, but he is still a good man who loves me and will take good care of me. I just want to live a normal life as a normal teacher without having sexual relationships with my students."

The office was silent for a really long time before Sage adjusted in his seat and spoke.

"You were not drunk two nights ago when you were pressed behind me, Lyla. You could have stopped, but you didn't." He pointed out immediately. "What do you have to say about that?"

"I... That was... It wasn't..." I was sputtering, looking for the right words to say, but failing woefully.

Sage's face eased into a lazy smirk. "You want me the same way I want you, Lyla." He whispered and leaned forward. "Resist all you want, but the day I fully claim you, I'll give you the world. I'll give you what your husband can't give you."

I was tempted to ask, and I did just that. "My husband gives me everything, Sage. There's nothing you can give me. Forget all about wealth and status."

"That may be true... But your husband can't give you one basic thing..." His eyes twinkled and his lips curled upwards. "An orgasm."

I froze. I avoided his eyes completely.

"I will give you lots and lots of orgasms, Lyla. I will make you live out those dirty fantasies in your mind that you mask with an innocent face." He leaned forward and stood up, rounding the table slowly towards me. It was hypnotic, but a part of me didn't want it to stop. "I will bend you over everything and everywhere until my name is the only thing you can think of."

I pressed my legs together unconsciously as I felt my core clench. What was he doing? Why was he doing this to me? Why was I reacting this way even after I had made up my mind to end things?

He sat on my desk, directly in front of me. The leg that was dangling in the air slowly found itself between my thighs, spreading them.

"Look at you..." He mused. "I haven't even touched you, but you're all red and panting for more. Panting to be touched. It's sexy." His eyes darkened as he leaned forward to touch my hair before sliding his fingers down to my lips. "I want to do all that and more to you, sweetheart. But first of all, I want you to beg for me. Beg for my fingers to pump all your juices out of you..."

My breathing was ragged now. My chest was moving up and down. My mind was muddled. Everything I could feel was just everywhere he touched. I wanted more. I needed...

"I won't let you go for any reason, Lyla, because there is something you don't know." He paused and withdrew his hands from my face. "You're my first, Lyla. And I intend to make you my last."