The car's engine hummed softly as Oliver pulled into a quiet, secluded area. The trees flanked the road, casting long shadows as the sun dipped toward the horizon. Kayla sat silently beside him, glancing out the window, trying to decipher where they were.
When he parked, Oliver unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to her with a dry smile. "Stay here. I know following instructions isn't your specialty but be a good girl for once, Hastings?" His tone was teasing but firm, with just enough bite to make her bristle.
Kayla glared at him. "I know how to follow orders, Oliver."
He only chuckled, getting out of the car and locking it behind him with a beep. She watched him disappear through the gates of a large brick building just ahead.
Her curiosity gnawed at her. What was he doing here? Her wild imagination brought up images of him being a serial killer. What if she was his next victim? No, she wouldn't die here! She had to know what he was up to!
Without thinking, Kayla pulled out her phone and began typing, her fingers flying across the screen. Within seconds, she'd hacked into the car's system and unlocked the doors with a faint click. A smirk crept across her face as she slipped out and quietly followed his path. He always underestimated her.
The sign above read "Sablehurst Orphanage," though the letters were worn, and faded with age.
Her curiosity gnawed at her. What is he doing here? This didn't seem like the type of place Oliver would frequent. He was too closed off, too...cold, for this. Yet, she had to know.
The orphanage loomed large as she approached, the air filled with the sound of children's laughter. When she rounded the corner, she froze. There, in the middle of the courtyard, was Oliver—surrounded by a swarm of children.
Her breath caught in her throat as she watched, hidden from view. The children, laughing and shouting, ran to him with open arms. Oliver bent down with a playful growl, pretending to be some monstrous creature, his hands outstretched like claws.
"Raaah!" he roared.
The kids squealed and ran off, only to double back, giggling as they tugged on his jacket, daring him to chase them again. Oliver's smile was wide, genuine—so different from the man she knew in class or behind closed doors. He was patient with them, letting them climb over him as though they had no idea of the calculating, serious side of him she was used to.
"Looking for something, dear?"
Kayla was startled, spinning around to find a woman watching her. She looked older, and kind, with warm eyes and graying hair pulled into a neat bun.
"I—uh, I was just..." Kayla began, flustered, her words fumbling as her gaze darted back to Oliver.
The woman followed her line of sight and smiled gently. "Ah, him. That's how he is with them." She folded her arms, watching the scene with fondness. "Are you his girlfriend?"
"His wife." The words came out of her mouth. Why did she say that?
The woman's smile widened "Really? Then you must know that Mr. Wilde bought the orphanage a few years ago after learning the previous owners were mistreating the children. He couldn't stand the thought of them suffering."
Kayla blinked, surprised. "He did?"
"Yes. He despises any kind of abuse, especially when it comes to children. He makes sure they're fed properly, given a quality education, and clothed in the best he can provide. He's devoted to giving them better lives."
Kayla's heart softened at the sight before her. She'd never seen this side of him—gentle, playful, protective. Only once when he came over to her place to care for her.
"I... I'd like to help," Kayla said, her voice quiet but certain. "Could I provide food for the children?"
The woman's face lit up. "That would be lovely. Why don't we go inside and sign you up?"
Kayla nodded, casting one last glance at Oliver, still laughing with the children. Maybe there's more to him than I thought.
Fortunately, she got back to the car before Oliver and locked herself in again.
After minutes passed, he also came out and entered the car.
"How did you manage to get out of the car?" He questioned, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel.
"I didn't!"
"I saw you, Hastings."
"How could you see me? You were playing with those kids!" Fuck! She had implicated herself.
"Even in a sea of millions, I would always notice you, Hastings."
She cleared her throat trying not to seem fazed by his words as she put her hair behind her ear, "I hacked into your car's system." She confessed.
"Interesting. Only you would do something like that, Hastings. Nice." The compliment made her choke. Did he just say she did something good?
Normally he would scold her and say she was being unethical. Where was the real Oliver Wilde and what did they do to him!?
They got back to his place and he asked her if she wanted to go back to her home because it was already late in the night.
She wanted to go back in the middle of the night to avoid Louisa, so she said no.
"Why don't you want to go home, Hastings?"
"Because.... Um..." Think, think, think. Her eyes rounded on the TV. "Harry Potter! I want to watch Harry Potter with you on your very large futuristic screen!"
She was bracing herself for his cold reply but he said, "Okay."
"Se... seriously?"
"Sure." He went to his pantry, brought out a Sour Patch Kids pack, and threw it to Kayla who caught it.
"You kept these?" He would keep anything that belonged to her. "Don't think too highly of yourself, I didn't know I packed it amongst your foodstuffs."
She smiled and didn't say anything. They both sat on the couch and Oliver sat beside her, elbows touching, legs grazing with his arm stretched on the couch, his fingers lightly touching her shoulders and she didn't like this one bit.
She didn't like how her body didn't stiffen but relaxed in his embrace as the theme song for Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets played.
Nor did she like that his hand trailed up her thighs and parted them slightly. She don't enjoy how a finger stroked her cunt and she groaned in pleasure. "Oliver..."
"I want you on my lap, Hastings." He adjusted his sitting position, legs parted, eyes fixed on her with a smirk.
Like he had cast a spell on her she obliged, climbing onto him, both legs straddling him.
This position made her a head taller than him. She lowered her mouth to meet Oliver's [mouth]. Their breathing was the only thing that could be heard with young Harry and his friends playing in the background.
Oliver made the first move, hands fisted in her hair as their lips connected and it was everything he expected and more.
This was different, special, and insane. So wrong but it felt so right as her lips melted into his, as he pulled her against him like the space before was torture. His hand ran up her back sending chills down her spine.
He pulled away for a second, voice hoarse and breathy, "You don't know how long I've fantasized about this, Hastings." Without waiting for her to reply he kissed her again, rougher, brutally.
She felt something huge against her pussy and she gasped into his mouth and Oliver welcomes it, prying open her mouth, his tongue dancing with hers. He dominated the skin, so fast yet time seemed to slow down.
His bulge was huge making her soaked. Her pussy was raining at this point. Bigger than Andrew's that was for sure and without thinking she grinded her hips against it meeting the tip and Oliver inhaled sharply.
"Fuck, Hastings! Don't stop, keep going, like the good slut you are."
Kayla didn't listen and demanded, "Say my name, professor or I'll stop."
Oliver smacked her butt. "Don't you fucking threaten me, Hastings," he said dominance laced in his tone. "And move your hips like the good whore you are for me "
It was so degrading, the names he called me.
Slut,whore they all felt like praises as he held me in place and assisted my movements.
Being smacked wasn't something I thought I'd enjoy, but with him, my professor, it felt like I reached new heights.
I couldn't deny the pleasure that came with being hit, not even my cunt could because it dripped with cum after cum making the friction even better
She enjoyed the darkness that Oliver brought with him and she wanted more. Shameful as it was, she wanted more.
The pain made her listen and she grinded. Oliver enjoyed it but he wanted to taste her again so he brought his lips to hers and his hand groped her butt.
Coupled with the kissing, Oliver touching her core, and both of them moaning in each other's mouths, Kayla rode him faster.
"That's it, baby, keep going!"
"Oh my god! Oliver, I'm about to cum!" She was reaching her climax and boy did it feel so good with him.
"Do it, Hastings! Cum for your professor!"
And she did. She came all over him and collapsed into his arms. "That's my good little slut." he purred and that was when she realized what she had done, again.
She kissed and had dry sex with her professor. Fuck this was bad! Fuck it shouldn't happen again but as Oliver stroked her hair, she wanted to be a slut, a whore, and anything else he wanted to call her and it made her sick to the stomach.
She was sick. That was the only explanation as to why she didn't push him away and get out of his house.
Gods be damned if being with Hastings was a sin, he would gladly to hell because he had already tasted heaven. Now, there was nowhere she could run that Oliver wouldn't find.
"You are mine, Hastings, don't ever forget that." This made her jerk and get off his lap seeing the toothy grin he gave her. This was too crazy. Too dark. He was making her skin crawl.
"Stay the fuck away from me!"
"That's if you can do the same, Hastings. Can you? Can you escape my fire? The fire you've started in me? The fire you've always craved?"
"You're sick. No," she shook her head, "I'm sick."
She felt nauseous as his arm wrapped around her shoulder, inhaling her sweet scent.
"But I'm only doing what you asked, Hastings. You said I should burn you so I'm burning for you." He whispered on her neck making her squirm.
He would be the death of every moral bearing in her life.
"Do it, professor. Burn me."