Paying Daddy's Debt(11)

I slip into the room with my head down and move toward the back of the class. I try not to look at him. When the bell rings he starts giving back our tests. I keep my eyes down on my desk when he passes by and drops the exam down.

I get to work. I plow through all the questions and finish early, I double-check all my answers. When the bell finally rings, I let out a sigh of relief.

“Everyone, drop your test on my desk on the way out,” Mr. Clark announces.

I get to see Ash. Grabbing my bag and paper, I head to the front of the room to drop it with everyone else’s. Unlike any other day, I’m trying to get out as fast as I can. I’m no longer waiting for the halls to clear. My need to get to Ash is stronger than my fear of being around too many people.

“Jasmine. I need a word.” I freeze and turn to look at Mr. Clark. The rest of the students shuffle out of the room and leave us alone.

“I really need to go. My ride is waiting,” I say hurriedly, taking a step toward the door. He moves, blocking my path.

“The man I saw drop you off this morning…” His eyes are accusatory as he takes another step toward me. “You gave him something that didn’t belong to him, didn’t you? Something that belongs to me.”

My throat starts to close up, and I can’t bring myself to move or even speak. Panic is setting in.

“Or maybe he just broke you in for me.”





11





Ash




“Or maybe you should step the f*ck away from her before I show you exactly what belongs to you.” I squeeze the baseball bat in my hand and raise it a little. “Maybe I could use this to break you in.”

The teacher’s face pales and he backs away into the corner. Jasmine comes straight to me and I wrap my free arm around her.

“He ever touch you, sweetheart?” I ask, keeping my eyes locked on him.

“No, but he wanted to.” Her voice is strong, like she’s trying to be tough, and my heart breaks for her.

“Why don’t you go outside and wait in the car for me.” I grip the bat tighter, and the little f*cker cowers back into the corner.

I’d gotten anxious waiting for Jasmine to finish her last class, and I was going to go in and surprise her. I’d glanced in and saw the way he was staring at her the whole time she was taking her test, the way he was rubbing his mouth and sneaking his hand under his desk while he kept his cold eyes on her. I went out to the limo and got a baseball bat out of the trunk. I carry one for emergencies, because you just never know. Now I’m thankful I put it in there.

“Ash.” My name on her lips draws my eyes to hers. “Let’s go. It’s finished. I don’t want any more of this life touching me or touching you.”

I always told her that I would give her exactly what she wanted. And that includes something I don’t want to give her. I feel like beating the shit out of this guy and making sure he can’t do it to someone else. But a phone call from the limo can take care of at least one of those desires. I’ll get his ass thrown out of this school and make sure he never works as a teacher again.

“Anything your heart desires, my love.”

We exit the school without a backward glance, and I pull her into my lap in the back of the limo.

“I love you, Jasmine. I love you so f*cking much. You are the beginning and end of me.”

Her big eyes brim with tears as she smiles at me. “I love you, too, Ash. For making my dreams come true, dreams I didn’t even know were possible.”

“And there are so many more to come.”

I reach inside my suit, pull out the white envelope, and hand it to her.

“What is this?” she asks, surprise and excitement ringing in her voice.

“The deed to a house I bought you today. Well, a house for us, but it’s in your name.”

“What are you talking about?” She holds the envelope to her chest, and I rub my thumb on her cheek.

“It’s out in the country. It has a greenhouse for growing flowers, and open rolling hills all around it. I saw it and knew that it was the perfect place for us to live. To start our family.”

I move my hand down to her stomach and rub her there. She may already be carrying our first baby.

“Ash, this is so amazing. I can’t, I mean, no one…” She tries to finish her sentence, but I stop her by pressing my lips to hers.

It’s slow and sweet, but as always, she clings to me and begs for more. Which is what I will always give her.

I roll her over and pin her to the seat while I move down between her legs. I need the taste of her on my tongue.

“Ash,” she moans as I drag her panties off and push her thighs apart.

“I need you to cum on my face, sweetheart. Show me how much you love me.”

My mouth opens over her tight pink lips, and I spread them with my tongue. I flick her little clit with the tip, and she moans louder. When I bring my fingers up and push through her wetness, I feel her tight channel squeeze them.

“Ride them, Jasmine,” I say, f*cking in and out of her. Her hips move up and down like she’s on top of my dick, and I moan, watching avidly.

Reaching down, I free my cock and start jerking off while I eat her cunt. I won’t cum because I want to save that for deep inside her. So I tease myself, pinching the tip when I start to leak. I don’t want a drop wasted.