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Chapter Three

Author: Stillwater
last update Last Updated: 2025-02-04 06:33:12

Derek’s POV

Lydia stood beside me. Her eyes were beautiful. Her full glossy lips, her glowing skin and the strawberry scent around her was just amazing.

Yes she was my student. One of my favorites. Her innocence and charming personality was something I admire the most about her.

“You have been a really nice friend to me, I can't thank you enough.” Her sweet voice echoed in my ear.

“I ...emm I just thought I could come say thank you”. She moved her hands closer to mine.

With every word Lydia said, she moved a step closer to me. When I saw that she was almost a step away from where I was seated, I stood up.

I had never seen Lydia behaving in such a way. She was always that shy and innocent young woman but today……

“What are you doing?” I questioned her, still trying to be calm.

What do you think I’m doing? She asked me, holding unto my wrist and pulling herself closer to me. She leaned against the table while I stood in front of her.

“It’s just me and you here.”

“There is no need to be scared.”

“I’m not scared, this isn’t right.” I cautioned.

“It is right as long as I give you my permission, you are not doing anything wrong.”

“Don’t you want to touch me?” She raised my hands and placed it on her small round breast. Brushing my fingers against her nipples.

She pulled my other hand and placed it on her lips, biting them down.

Oh she was good. Lydia might look innocent but her method of turning me on was insane. She let go of my hands allowing me to take over the caress all by myself.

Lydia skillfully rolled her hands down my broad chest and stopped when her hands touched my already hard member.

“I want you.” She whispered on my neck while squeezing my balls tenderly. I moaned out softly. I was a lot taller than her so she had to stand on her toes to reach my lips.

“Kiss me, I want you.” Lydia said again springing her hot breath on my face. I lowered my head to meet her lips when she stopped.

“The door?” I was too carried away to remember that my office door was unlocked and anyone could barge in at any time including Mrs. Beatrice the principal who had no regards for privacy.

I reluctantly let her lock the door. My dick was already so hard that anyone could tell just by looking at how tight my trousers had become. Never would I have thought Lydia would be able to put me in such a desperate state.

I locked the door and returned to Lydia who now seemed a little out of place. She had moved away from the desk back to her chair but I didn’t really care. If the chair was convenient, then it was okay.

I pulled her up slowly to my chest, placed her on the desk and spread her legs so I couldn’t fit in between. I finally lowered my lips to meet hers. Parting her soft full lips with my tongue, Lydia and I exchanged a deep passionate kiss.

One that lasted for a minute till I broke the bond allowing her to catch her breath, both of us panting.

Lydia was still hungry for more. She grabbed my collar, wrapped her legs around my waist and was about to kiss me again when I spoke.

“Why?” I spoke on her lips

“Huh?” She asked with her hands still wrapped around my neck. 

Panting and still staring at her lips. I pulled out the phone from her bag which she had placed carefully on the desk. Lydia was recording all along? How did I not catch a clue? Her phone was in her bag half out.

I showed her the phone and immediately, I saw the shock and fear written all over her face. She immediately unwrapped her arms and legs.

“What is the meaning of this?” I asked again this time with a stern look.

“I…. I….” Lydia struggled to find words but none came. She stood up from the desk and there was the Lydia I knew. The shy, scared and always nervous young lady I knew.  

“Answer me!” I yelled not minding that someone could be alerted about what was going on in my office.

“I’m… I’m sorry,I just wanted to get you fired because I….”

“ Get out.” I ordered immediately.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” She still tried to explain even after I ordered her to get out.

“You know what? I will make sure you get expelled for breaching my privacy and trying to seduce me.”

“I will make sure of that.” I was infuriated. Mad at myself for being a pawn in Lydia’s game and also mad at myself for letting her gain control over me. What was I even thinking?

“I will do anything to make this up, anything.” Lydia pleaded desperately.

I was surprised by how desperate Lydia was to stay out of trouble but I didn’t care. I again asked her to leave.

“Get your bag and get out. And as for this, I showed her the phone. It belongs to me now.”

“I’m ready to give myself to you. One week. One week is all I give and you can do anything you want with me for one week but just please keep this between us.”

Lydia was offering herself to me for a week? I couldn’t believe it .

What do you mean by that ?

“Yes,” she said with a cloud of tears in her eyes.

“One condition. You will keep this between us and every other thing included and I know you have been giving me a special treatment. I don’t want that anymore.”  

“Leave my office.” I barked at her and watched her walk away.

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