I Don't Need Your Help (wxg)

Chapter 9: Dream

Y/N's POV

Ms. Benoist was kissing down my neck, trailing her kisses over my pale skin, occasionally sucking and nipping on it. My hands and feet were cuffed to the bed, as I struggled against the restraints, pulling on them and flinching as the metal harshly cut into my skin.

Then her lips moved downwards to my breasts, kissing more softly, caressing them with her hands, making me moan and whimper, the needy sounds coming from my throat in necessity. My body on fire, skin sweaty, chest heaving with ragged breaths, my back arched off the bed, needing more of her touch. Her hands touching me, teasing me, she knew what she was doing to me, she wanted to torture me, make me wait. Her fingers grazed over my nipple making me moan out in pleasure, the sound groggy, making my throat dry. "So needy for my touch huh? It's making you crazy isn't it?" She smirked, watching me struggle, enjoying the show.

"You need to be patient pretty girl. Maybe if you weren't such a little brat, you'd get what you want." She whispered, her breath hot and heavy against my ear as I whimpered under her. She watched me with a sadistic smile, her fingers playing with my nipples as her lips trailed soft kisses to my chest, kissing around my nipple and finally putting it inside her mouth, playing with the hard bud with her tongue.

"F-fuck! Please Ms. Benoist." I pleaded, moaning softly, biting my bottom lip so hard I almost punctured the soft skin. "Please what babygirl? You're going to have to tell me what you need. I can't read your mind, can I?" Why is she playing games right now? I hate her so much, but I want her even more. I pulled at the cuffs, forgetting I had my limbs restrained, flinching in pain as the metal rubbed against my wrists and ankles.

"I-I need more!" I was a moaning mess by now, my breathing heavy, mouth dry as I struggled to keep myself sane. "Please..." Her tongue moved to my nipple again, swirling around the hardened bud, wetting it with her saliva. "Fuck Ms. Benoist. That feels so good..." I said between moans, my eyes closing in pleasure. "I know it does baby." She laughed a little, in that sexy tone of hers, only making me more turned on.

Butterflies swarmed my stomach as she took my face in her hand, kissing me passionately while smiling into the kiss.  "You're moaning so loud already and I've barely touched you little girl." She smirked at me and was now trailing her kisses down my stomach groping my breasts in the process. "Where do you want me to kiss you now, angel?" She asked even though she surely knew the answer to that question, only making me frustrated and flustered.

"P-please Ms. Benoist, don't play games with me right now..." I pleaded breathlessly. "I'm not playing games baby, I just don't know where you want me to kiss you." She was smirking and giggling, biting her lip. She knew exactly where I wanted her lips. "You do. Please Ms. Benoist!" I begged her like my life depended on it. "Do you want me to kiss you here baby?" She asked while kissing my inner thigh, before sucking on the skin sweetly, enjoying herself. I rapidly shook my head with a whimper. "Use your words babydoll." She looked up at me, squeezing my thighs firmly. "N-no Ms. Benoist." She smiled, satisfied with my answer and moved higher up my thighs. "What about here?" She kissed my clit softly, making my hips buckle, as more moans and whimpers escaped my throat. "Mhmm, fuck..." She put her tongue against the bundle of nerves, driving me crazy, I almost couldn't take all the pleasure...

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*

I shot awake, sweat covering my body, my breathing heavy, catching in my dry throat. What the actual fuck was that? I was not dreaming about having sex with my fucking Art teacher! No, I refuse to even acknowledge that. I don't even like her like that... Right? The only feeling I have towards her is hatred. Sure, she's attractive, hot, beautiful and all that stuff, but no, no fucking way in hell. Besides I've only known her for like two seconds. And yeah we shared a moment the other day, but that was just a little glitch.

I skipped my morning run today, it's not like I go for a run every single day anyway, I'm not that crazy, you know... Instead I went to the bathroom for a very needed cold shower and then got dressed into some casual clothes, like my ripped baggy jeans and my favourite fluffy hoodie that had an inscription saying: 'I hate people, don't talk to me' in capital letters. How descriptive.

I was running a bit late and to top it all off, I had Art first today, so that's not exactly great. The cards are not playing in my favor today. I don't know how I'm going to survive this class, because of the dream I had, but I'm not gonna let that get to me. Like I said I'm not even acknowledging it.

Once I was standing at the classroom door I knocked, before walking in. Ms. Benoist was looking at me with those beautiful ocean eyes that I was - without even knowing - drowning in. Why is she so hot and beautiful and scary at the same time!? I asked myself, but then remembered what I told myself before.

"See me after class Ms. Y/L/N." Her strict voice only reminded me of the dream. I bit my lip looking down. FOCUS you idiot! Not acknowledging it, not acknowledging it.

"Y-yes, Ms. Benoist." I nodded curtly, before sitting at my desk. As much as I tried, I couldn't stop thinking about that stupid dream. The visions from it swarmed my mind in a beautiful, but dangerous storm.

How her hands ran up and down my trembling body. How her tongue circled my hardened nipples and when she trailed her lips lower and licked my cl- "Ms. Y/L/N class is over, stop daydreaming." Ms. Benoist stated loudly, bringing me back to reality with a snap of her fingers. I looked around and surely enough all the other students were already gone. Shit! It felt like two minutes, how is the lesson already over?

"Oh, I-I'm sorry. I d-didn't mean t-to do that..." I apologized nervously making her sigh as she took my hands into hers and for a moment I felt something warm in my belly as butterflies erupted in my stomach making me pull my trembling hands away from hers. "Y/N... You really need to start paying attention okay? What's on your mind, hm? Talk to me, please." I put my hands into my lap, fumbling with my fingers as I thought back to that stupid fucking dream. I groaned at myself not realizing that Ms. Benoist was sitting right in front of me on my desk. "What is it?" She asked, concern laced in her silky voice as her brows furrowed, creating a little crease between them. "I-it's nothing, I-I just had a really weird d-dream." I said avoiding eye contact, because of the fact that I couldn't get that dream out of my head and looking at her only made things worse. "Okay. Do you um, wanna talk about it?" She raised her eyebrows at me and for a moment I looked into those soft blue eyes, but as soon as I did I looked back down.

"No, I-I um think I'm good, thanks. I better get to class, don't wanna be late again..." I stated with a nervous laugh, my voice trembling. I was about to stand up, when she stopped me. "You know I should give you detention, right?" She raised her perfectly shaped eyebrow at me - just like she did in the dream I had, not so many hours ago. Fuck. "But-" I started saying before she cut me off. "Come here after your lunch break. Now go." Great. Another fucking detention with Ms. Benoist. This is the worst day of my fucking life. Seriously. Detention is gonna be a nightmare. Can I just crawl into the ground so it could swallow me whole?