TEACHER'S SLUTTY CHEERLEADER 2
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Make no mistakes, or that’s the moment you lose it all.
Those were words Danielle’s mother never failed to echo to her when she could. She had to be perfect. There wasn’t room for anything else.
Which was what made the whole thing more humiliating. She wanted to shout, scream, fight against them as hard as she could. Every single one of her senses knew how wrong it was.
“You want my d**k that bad?” The smell of alcohol hit her nose when the boy leaned closer to me.
She could feel his hard on pressing against her core. His lips brushed over her ears. “You want it, don’t you?”
She bit back another moan as he ran his tongue over my breast, his hands set at massaging the other one.
The boy with the devil mask let out a long whistle. “You sure like to tease.”
“All in a day’s work.” The boy wrapped one of her n*****s in his mouth.
“A—Ah…”
She couldn’t hold it back this time around. It wasn’t something she could help. Her p***y was throbbing so hard from a lack of attention. And why was it so hot? It felt good when he touched her breasts. And when he humped his hard on against her.
He pulled away from her n****e with a pop sound. The grin on his face made her stomach churn.
“Someone’s eager.” He chuckled. “Don’t worry. You’ll be getting some good Vitamin D soon enough.”
One of them groaned. “f*****g hell, Jake. You are so corny.”
Jake.
That was the name of the guy that would get to violate her first.
“f**k you.” He snarled. “How about you keep your mouth shut and get a good angle?”
“You are insufferable, I swear.”
The boy in question stepped further to the side, placing the camera directly at her face. Every single part of her body was hot but the embarrassment burned even hotter.
Orions never make mistakes.
Except she’d made the biggest one by even going to that stupid party. And now her family’s reputation would suffer the blow. What would her parents say when they eventually saw the video? The guys could even try blackmailing her. And for what? A few more gangbangs?
She’d never been more humiliated in her life.
“Mmh,” She moaned, when one of his fingers played with her v****a lips.
The boy’s smirk deepened. “You like that?”
“F—Fuck.” Her hips bucked hard into his hands.
She wanted more. Her c**t was throbbing too hard for her to even think straight. She needed him to touch her more, wanted to feel how deep his fingers could go into her.
“f*****g hell,” The one with the camera chuckled. “I told you she was a f*****g whore.”
Her stomach sank as they all laughed. If she survived that night, would she ever be able to keep ever again?
The devil mask boy from before inched closer to where her head was. She hated him for doing this to her. He was their leader, and that glint in his eyes showed he was enjoying ever bit of her torment.
“Don’t you worry, sweet cheeks. Tonight’s gonna be something you never forget for the rest of your life.”
She wanted to throw up.
Each flick of the boy’s finger against her c**t, each laugh, each joke the other guys threw. Tears pricked her eyes after she let out a particularly loud moan.
His hand felt cold. It made her whole skin crawl. She bit back another sob, still trying to push against the cuffs uselessly. In her mind, she wanted to get as far away from him as possible. But her body said otherwise.
The shame alone burned hotter than any alcohol she’d swallowed. And after this, her life would be over.
Forever.
The boy pulled out his fingers and made a show of sucking it. “Tastes as good as she looks.”
He trailed a few kisses down her neck. “Let’s see if your p***y feels the same.”
“Finally,” One of them groaned, making the others laugh again.
Jake pulled his pants down further, his hard d**k springing out in full display. His eyes glimmered with a certain hunger that made her mouth dry.
“Try not to moan too loud.” He licked his lips, pushing her legs wide apart. “Don’t want anyone knowing how good I’m making you feel.
“N—No.” It came out more as a moan than a whine.
He leaned forward, about to press his d**k into her—
The door burst open with a hard thud. Instantly, the boys stumbled back amidst some gasps and a couple of curses. For a couple of seconds, there was nothing but silence.
Deafening silence.
“I thought you closed the door.” The devil mask boy growled, breaking the silence.
“I did.” Another one argued.
Some seem pissed while the others looked downright terrified. And they were right to be. Because standing at the doorway was none other than Vincent Crane.
Vincent happened to be Silver Lake’s coldest and most closed off male teacher. It didn’t matter who you were or if you were made of sunshine itself. He had a reputation at Silver Lake that could send fear into any and everyone. He was cold, untouchable and the kind of man who’d never look twice at you.
But right then and there, he looked livid with anger.
“What’s the meaning of this?”
His voice was calm but the deadly edge alone sent a shiver down Danielle’s spine. Jake had scrambled off her, fumbling with the belt of his pants as he tried to cover up.
“Er—We ac—It—”
“We didn’t—”
They were all stuttering out the whatever it was that came to their heads first. The one with the phone shoved it into his pocket to hide it, but Vincent had noticed the flash.
“Hand it over.” He held out his hand.
The boy blinked stupidly. “S—Sir?”
With blinding speed, he reached for the front of the boy’s shirt and grabbed him roughly. The boy shook like a leaf as he stood before Vincent.
“The phone,” Vincent glowered. “Hand it over now.”
He nodded vigorously, taking out the phone with shaky hands and handing it to Vincent. Wordlessly, the man placed it in his pocket before turning to the other boys. Even if they could face other teachers without fear, Vincent wasn’t just anyone.
He had the kind of aura that made the air heavy with just his presence alone. His gaze flickered to Danielle, lingering for some seconds.
“Unchain her.”
No one moved at first. He looked at all the boys present, mentally sizing them up. Then, he took a step forward. One thing that added to his intimidating aura was his frame. Vincent’s shoulders were broad even beneath the dark shirt he wore, his height easily towering over the other guys.
“Now.”
The devil mask boy was the first to move, quickly moving to the other side of the bed. He muttered a couple of curses under his breath, fumbling with the cuffs. In his rush, the key almost fell out of his hands.
“S—She’s unchained.” He stammered as soon as the chains dropped.
Danielle winced, running her finger over her wrists. They throbbed as blood began rushing back into her hands.
“Out.” Vincent’s gaze wasn’t on them anymore. “And if I see your faces again, tomorrow or the next week, you’ll live to regret getting accepted into the school.”
“Damn it.” One cursed as they all scattered, almost tripping over each other in their desperate attempt to escape.
The door slammed shut behind them with a loud thud. The silence was back again. Only this time around, she was alone with the coldest teacher in the academy. Danielle didn’t think she could move just yet.
Her limbs still ached with an exhaustion she couldn’t quite put her finger on. But that wasn’t it. she still felt that indescribable heat…right down to her core.
“Get up.” Vincent ordered coldly.
When she tried to speak, another whine left her lips. His eyes narrowed, focusing on everywhere but her naked body.
“I said get up.”
She tried to move, knees trembling and her whole body feeling like lead. She’d barely taken one step when her knees gave out underneath her.
He crossed the space with two steps, catching her by the waist before she fell. He felt so warm, and her breasts were basically spilling into him.
Vincent’s eyes flickered down to them. It was barely there for a brief second but Danielle saw it. Desire.
He cleared his throat and tried to let go of her. “Cover yourself up. And don’t—”
She dragged his hand back, pressing herself harder into him. Maybe it was the drugs they’d laced her drink with. Or maybe her senses were too fried for her to give a damn. But Danielle knew she couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“I want you to f**k me.”
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