I Will Obey Mr Nicolas ~ Teacher/Student BDSM~

"He's not who he seems to be!"

I gave her a weird look, "Uh seems to me that he's an English teacher. Okay maybe he has a weird obsession of some sorts."

She rubbed her forehead in annoyance, "Dammit, Savannah are you really that dumb? He only needs one thing to open the door to his so called obsession."

"What's that?"

"Your signature to be his submissive."

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The car ride was silent to his house, I can feel his anger radiating off of him, his knuckles turning white from his death hold on the steering wheel.

I would've made a joke like 'what did that steering wheel do to you' but I actually decided for once it's best to keep my mouth shut.

Five minutes later we turned into a driveway the house before us was stunning and I wondered how an English teacher could pay for such things.

He turned the car off, I immediately felt cold from the lack of heat.

Neither one of us made an attempt to get out of the car considering it was still raining.

I glanced at Mr Nicolas, He was starting straight ahead. I know deep down I have to help John, I didn't want him to get kicked out of school because of me. He's my best friend but what could I do? Ask nicely? Yeah whatever everything has a price. I took a deep breath, here goes nothing.

"Mr Nicolas I don't want you to suspend John, it wasn't his fault it was mine," I said softly looking at my lap.

"Is it now?" I could feel his eyes on me.

"Yes, look I would," I gulped, "Do anything to keep him at school." Here it goes he's gonna ask for something dir-

"Beg for it."

I quickly turned to face him almost breaking my neck in the process. Did I hear him right?

"W-Wha?"

He leans against the door giving me his full attention, he ran a hand through his wet hair as he did I could see his defined muscles under his slightly wet shirt.

"You heard me, Miss Brooke, beg for it make me not want to suspend him."

I was lost for words, beg for it? Why would he want me to do such things? I looked into his green eyes noticing that they were turning dark like earlier in class when he hit me with the yardstick. That must mean he's getting turned on?

I calmed my racing thoughts and focused on the bigger picture here, if I do this for John he'll be in school and that'll make me happy.

I steady myself, okay Savannah all you have to do is beg and make it convincing, you got this girl.

"Mr Nicolas-"

"Daddy."

My mouth drop as my eyes about fell out of their sockets.

I really need to get my hearing checked!

"Heh, um, could you say that again?"

He rolled his eyes, "You heard me Savannah call me daddy."

I burst out laughing, I laughed so hard there were tears in my eyes, "Call you? Haha oh my!"

"Savannah!" He snapped making me abruptly stop my laughing, "Now if you wanna keep your precious Johnny Boy in school," He mocked, "Then you will do as your told."

Shit, right, this is about John but call my English teacher daddy? Like what kind of shit is this?

Okay, clear thoughts take deep breaths let's roll.

"Daddy, please don't suspend John pretty please with cherries on top," I begged batting my eyelashes.

The look on his face read I was not convincing at all, "A little harder Miss Brooke."

John, after today you owe me for the rest of your damn life.

I climb across the console and straddled Mr Nicolas lap, all normal thoughts flying out the window especially the fact that I'm on top of my Greek God looking English teacher but in this moment he is a Greek God that is going to kick my best friend out and is making me call him daddy that is the train of thought I'm going with.

Mr Nicolas was surprised by my actions but recovered himself quickly. I looked into his dark green eyes then brought my lips to his chisel jaw, "Daddy," I breathy whispered my lips barely brushing over his jaw, "I really don't want you to suspend John," I wrapped my arms around his neck whispering in his ear, "I've been a very, very bad girl."

Holy shit, where did that come from?!

I heard a deep throaty growl I tried to pull back to look at Mr Nicole's face but he wrapped his arms around me preventing me from doing so.

He moved my hair away from my neck placing his face in the crook of my neck, "I should show you what I do to bad girls." He mumbled against my skin. I felt a tingle in my lower region.

"Show me." I blurted out.

Oh shit, why did I say that? Wait, was that saying curiosity killed the cat? More like curiosity spanked the cat.

"No, not yet." He said more to himself than me.

He pulled me back, "Let's go inside, you need a dry change of clothes and you still have a detention to serve."

He reached for the door handle I placed my hand on his arm as the door opened I felt the rain, "Wait what about John?"

I really hope it worked.

"We'll talk about this inside." He said moving me off his lap into the rain he grabbed his bag and mine. We quickly walked up to the door. I started shaking from the coldness, I'm probably going to be sick if I keep this up.

He opened the door and that's when it hit me, I'm going to be alone in my teacher's house. Well, if something were to happen the guys know where I am, wait their boys they'll probably forget. Welp, I'm screwed.

~~

"But Mr-"

"What did I say!?" Mr Nicolas snapped at me across the kitchen table, his face glued to his laptop because he's grading papers and holding an ice pack to his bruised cheek.

I groan two things.

One: from now on I have to call him daddy if I want John to stay in school. Turns out my little begging was just the start. The weird thing is, the whole daddy thing doesn't bother me as much let's be honest I kinda like it.

Two: this bastard has me grading senior math paperwork (let's make a note that I, Savannah Brooke sucks so badly at math!) he told the teacher of the class that I would gladly do it for them, stupid dick!

"Ugh, fine dadddyyy this is hard!" I whine crossing my arms over Mr Nicolas shirt, oh did I mention that the fresh change of clothes he gave me was his own, no? Now you know!

"If it's this hard now how will you do it next year?" He asked glancing at me.

I tapped my finger on my chin in thought, "I'll drop out and work the pole!"

Mr Nicolas gave a disproving look, "You will not show your body to other men." He growled.

I throw my hands up in defense, "Whoa there I was just kidding."

"Good."

The rest of the night was silence till it was time for me to go home.

"Your clothes?" I asked as I grabbed my backpack and a grocery bag with my wet clothes in it.

"Keep them, they look better on you." He smiled at me winking as he got into the car.

I placed my hand over my heart dramatically, "Holy shit you smiled." And flirted with me, which is new.

"Can't be bad all the time." He winked again as he pulled out of his driveway, I gave him the directions to my house.

"I know." He replied as I finished.

"Not creepy.." I muttered.

He pulled into my driveway, that's when I realize that he doesn't live very far from me.

"I'll see you tomorrow Savannah." He said leaning across me to open my door.

"Wait, sir, what about John?" What about what happened in your classroom earlier, what's with the whole daddy thing? I wanted to ask but didn't, one thing a day, right?

"He's not going to get suspended but if he has another outburst I won't be as kind next time." He spoke hard, rubbing his bruised cheek.

"Thank you so much, sir!" I smiled giving him a quick hug then exit the car. I went to my mailbox as he pulled out of the driveway.

I pulled out an envelope that's money from Mom, she has it set up that I get 500 every month then I pulled out a book with a sticky note on it. I raised an eyebrow reading the girlish handwriting.

'You have questions I have answers. Meet me at Starbucks Wednesday at 11, yes you will be missing school.

He can't know.

-M'

I pulled off the sticky note, "Fifty Shades of Grey?" I read the book title out loud.

Who the fuck is M? And what's the deal with this book? I know it's about a young lady named Anastasia Steel getting with some guy named Christian Grey and I think he had some weird kinky shit going on but what does it have to do with me?

I shook my head walking into my house.  My mind is spinning, this is way too much excitement for me but I suppose it beats running all over the nation.

I went to my room laying in bed I open the book noticing the sex scenes were highlighted along with a few words that reminds me of Mr Nicolas but the part that stood out to me(because it was heavily marked) was the submission contract that Anastasia was going over.

Is this M person trying to tell me something?

I flipped through the pages till I reached the back of the book, written in the girlish handwriting as on the sticky note were the words 'He's not who he seems to be.'

I closed the book tossing it to the floor. I fell asleep with Mr Nicolas's cologne filling my nostrils.

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