My Teacher Is Mine

Lydia’s POVI woke up to the first bang on my bedroom door.Lydia! Lydia! My mom called out my name. I slipped out of my bed with weary eyes. The dark undereye I had was enough to let anyone know about my sleepless night. My face was swollen and my head was aching. After what Emily did to me the previous day, I was bound to feel that way.“I’m coming.” I said softly, searching for my slippers with my eyes half opened. I finally found it, walked up to the door and twisted the knob. My mother gave me no chance to let her in. She barged in herself.“What is the meaning of this?” She questioned me with an aggressive tone. Her tone immediately pulled me out of my sleep.“Mom?”“What is the meaning of this Lydia?” She showed me her phone and behold it was the video Chloe and Alexa had recorded of me in the bathroom with the tag “Slut exposed by student for sleeping around for grades'' written under it.My jaw dropped in disbelief. I stared at the phone with quivering lips and teary eyes. Th

Lydia’s POVTwenty hours had passed since the incident between me and Mr. Derek. The blood in my veins was turning cold. What if he had taken the video to Mrs. Beatrice? What then?How was I going to prove myself innocent now that there was evidence that could be used against me? I had so many questions. Throughout my entire stay in class, I struggled to swallow down a beating heart.When classes were over, I tried to avoid everyone including Emily and her entourage who were patiently waiting for me to approach them so I simply took another path home.Forty eight hours passed, then seventy two hours yet nothing. The fear of getting called out killed me faster than the guilt. It has been three days and I have yet to get any call from the principal.Mr. Derek and I haven’t set eyes on each other in those three days as I always missed his classes on purpose.I came to the realization that Mr. Derek didn’t tell the principal about what I had done. Maybe he accepted my offer? I was glad he

Lydia’s POVAfter we were done, Mr. Derek reached for the handkerchief on his desk. The same one that had been there the whole time. Taking it, he used it wiped the creamy liquid on my stomach then proceed to wipe in between my thighs where I was still soaked from our previous session. His touch was gentle as he wiped it carefully and cleaned me up. As he brushed the soft fabric against my folds moving it gently, his fingers moved along with the handkerchief, teasing me while tracing over my swollen clit. Without thinking, I spread open my thighs giving him full access. Breathless moans escaped my lips as he kept torturing me with his fingers. I want more.Mr. Derek chuckled, the deep vibration of his voice making the hair on my skin stand on edge. "You are still so wet, Lydia."Gradually, his fingers replaced the cloth and I felt the slow movement of his fingertips through my wetness. He spread my folds open, then he start moving his fingers up and down my clit, making sure I felt e

Derek's POVSex with Lydia was so fucking good.I slumped in my office chair, the air still thick with her scent, her warmth, the sound of her moans hanging in the air. My shirt was still undone, draped open, and my heart kept pounding very hard in my chest.She left half an hour ago, looking nervously over her shoulder before disappearing down the corridor. And yet, I could still feel her, sticking to my skin like a stain.The sofa was messy, with cushions out of place and a small damp spot where we had done the deal. My hands curled into fists on my thigh. The memory of her sprawled under me, legs apart, mouth open, her voice husky when she called my name made me feel a surge of heat in my lower abdomen. I should have been horrified. I should have been disgusted with myself for taking my student like that, for fucking her so hard that she whimpered into my neck, for leaving her sore and trembling.But I wasn't.I leaned back in my chair, raking a slow hand through my hair. If anythi

Lydia's POVI got to Mr. Hales office at around 6:05 p.m, my heart pounding like a crazed, wild drum against my ribcage. The school was empty and quiet except for the distant sound of a vending machine down the corridor. I slid the door shut behind me, heart thudding when the lock clicked into place.He was already waiting leaning against his desk, his tie loose, sleeves rolled up high on his forearms, every inch of him screaming sin and when his eyes met mine, my knees almost gave out."Lock it." His voice was low and firm.I obeyed without thinking, clicking the deadbolt into place. Night two of our deal. My thighs clenched as I recalled all that happened last night. The marks he left on my skin and the ache I still felt between my legs.I took time dressing up for him tonight and I ended up choosing a tight black skirt, slutty short, barely covering the marks on my body, along with a thin sweater that clung tightly to my body. My lips shone cherry red, looking sweet and inviting.H