My dominant Teacher (Andy Biersack love story)

I walked into the cold tile pent house, my body shivering from the outside. "Sir?" I called out, hoping he is not home. I sighed and called again "Sir!" no answer. "Jack ass!" I laughed as my voice echoed through the penthouse. Yet ago no answer. I smirked and walked to my room, removing my hair tag. The thought of who spiked my drink still looming over me. I bit down on my lip and removed my clothes, putting it in the basket, wrapping a satin robe over my body i strolled down the hallways, caressing my finger on the black and white wall.

Walking down the stairs, a small smile forming on my lips as i opened the two door. My breathed hitched seeing Andrew's bedroom. For a teacher he sure has the rich and famous life style- or this was his parents seeing Mr. Biersack is a congress man and his wife is a well renown author. In the middle of the room there is a queen size bed with baby blue sheets covering it with a well adjusted black and gold railing. The painting on the wall seemed deeply disturbed. A woman bound by feet and hands. Her head lowered. "Odd." i walked over to his dresser and sat down on the bed, opening it. "Normal stuff. books, condoms." I slide it close again and walked to another door opening it seeing it was his walk in closet. I jumped up hearing his voice.

Quickly running out i stopped seeing him ripped off his tie, on the phone with someone. I bite down on my lip gazing at his perfection features, This man said he wanted to bite my lip. Yet another shiver came down my body. "Well get it done." He looked up and saw me. "Call you later Stein." He hung, and his gaze came to my satin robe. I quickly closed it as it exposed my suspenders from my thighs to my panties. "Did you eat?" I shook my head shakily. "You should eat."

"Not really hungry." I responded and bite down on my lip, shrugging. He gulped and turned on his heel walking to the kitchen me following. "Have you heard anything from daddy yet?" I asked, sitting on the high chair.

"No Mika," He whispered, pouring himself a glass of water. He twirled around and cocked his head to one side. "I still mad at you." Right... "But i am willing to let it slide. Have you read Charles Dickens again?" I shook my head, why should i read it again. "Have you decided on what you will be doing in college, what is your career choice?"

"English lit." I answered, playing with my fingers.

"Not much to go for," He said dimly. "Hopeless romantic i see." What is up with all the questions.

"Of course i am." I replied in the same tone as he sat next to me making me stiffened instantly. "Are you not?"

"You heard what Mrs. Quinn said," I lowered my head trying not to laugh. "I don't believe in love."

"Maybe you haven't experienced it yet, sir. Too be blunt." I regretted it the moment it came out of my mouth but he did not seem to mind my bluntness.

"Maybe," taking a sip of his water. "Have you been in love?" He asked quietly. His question brought my mind back into focus. I raised an eyebrow. I shrugged, i have not. I shook my head. "Have you kissed a boy yet?"

My cheeks flushed, but my voice was steady as I answered. "One." I was ashamed of that number. Just one guy, and that was my first ever boyfriend, a boyfriend who my father scared away.

Sir leaned in impossibly closer, the slender muscles in his forearm flexing as he bent his elbow to bring himself nearer to me, almost touching. I was heady with the proximity of him and grew legitimately concerned that my heart might explode. Maybe Sir wasn't asking. Maybe I didn't mind. "Do you want to kiss a boy again? How did it feel." What was he doing?

"I guess i want to do it again, i like the feeling. Someone's warm lips to mine, that sensation in your stomach." I lowered my head, trying to move away from him but it was impossible. He was leaving me breathless- and Sir knew he had that affect on me. That's why he is doing this.

"You're biting your lip." I released it instantly. "I want to taste it."

"I told you can." I breathed through my mouth.

"Don't tempt me."His voice is deep and gravelly. I once heard one of the girls say that he had the voice of a sex god, but because I've never really heard what a sex god sounds like, I can't verify that. My thighs clammed together as my face flushed. "Will you tell?" I quickly shook my head 'no', hell i won't even tell my best friends. I won't even tell God. But he knows everything so it will be a secret between Andrew, i, god and of course Satan. Andrew placed his thumb under my chin, forcing me took into his eyes, his ocean blue eyes making me already moan softly. I pushed my breasts out and pressed my body to his. He was unbelievably hard. Everywhere. He was in control, infinitely stronger, and he wanted me to know it. "Wait here," He stood up, almost making me fall over, he walked away as i grabbed his water, gulping it. Oh God what have i pull myself in.

After ten minutes Andrew came back and placed contract in front of me. "And this is?" I asked, looking up to him with a confused expression.

"A non disclosure, i don't want you to talk to anyone about this."

"I told you sir, i wont. Not even father." I said, grabbing the pen. "But if it will make you happy, i will sign it." I clicked it the pen and signed my the first letter of my name with my surname.

"You did not even read it Mika."

"Why should i read it? I trust you." I mumbled and signed the second and third page. "I wont tell anyone, if i do you can kill me." I joked.

He eyed the contract. "Good." he nodded. "What do you want?" What!

"I won’t touch you,”He traced the line of the tip of my nose with this finger and kissed the corners of my mouth. "I want your fingerprints all over me like a crime scene.” I closed my eyes and enjoyed his lips on my skin. This is happening now. I want him now. He picked me up from the chair making me yelp and moving me to the leather sofa, laying me down. My eyes were wide at the sights as he button down his shirt.

"Lemme first try you." What does that mean? He came between my legs and spread them slowly, already moaning coming out of my mouth. "Love these," He tugged on my halters. He yanked one leg of mine over the sofa and the other on the coffee table. Oh god. He lowered his head and breathed in my scent and i already was soaking wet. My panties were still on but he didn’t let that stop him, nosing them out of the way and tonguing my sex, making low, growling noises in his throat like a big cat purring with pleasure while it devoured its prey. My hand came to my mouth as i moaned deeply. He lifted his head, the sight of his dark, disheveled hair, eyes glinting with longing in the lamp light, the gorgeous spread of his shoulders, tapering down to the narrow thrust of his hips, made my ovaries ache deep in my belly. Why did you stop? "You taste like a virgin."

I arched my brow. "I-i i am a virgin." I stammered.

"So i can be the first one to break you?"

"Well if you say it like that..." I drifted off as an evil smirk formed on his lips.

"I always to fuck you little Mika," He slide up to my body, playing with my wet sex, not putting any fingers in which was weird. I thought he wanted me, he just said he wanted to fuck me. "That juicy breasts in my mouth," i groaned, moving my hips to his growing erection. "That tight cunt around my throbbing cock," FUCK! He cupped one of my breasts in his hand, massaging it. "What are you going to be to me?" He asked, purring in my ear. "Tell me."

"Your little girl." I moaned out. "Your baby girl, your fuck toy, your slut. Anything." What has come over me! I turned into something... someone with lust, someone who wants to fuck their English teacher. "Please sir,"

"With time little Mika," He grinned and finally captured his teeth around my lips, going in for a heavy passionate making out session. My one resting on his chest as he seized the other, placing it over his crotch making me gasped. "Never felt a cock before huh?"

"No-no sir." I stuttered, him biting my tongue, letting me whimper.

"How does it feel little one?"

"Hard sir," I crumbled under his touch. "So hard, and big sir, so big." Rubbing him through his trousers as demanded. "I want to feel it in my hand,"

"In your hand, your mouth," My mouth? "Your cunt, your tight ass." MY ASS! "You're my little slut."

"Yes sir."

What the fuck!

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