.daddies kitten .

Late Again.

⚠️warning⚠️
contains
sexual situations,
daddy kinks,
discrete language,
possible visuals,
& violence,
‼️mature audience‼️

I wake up to see my baby husky licking my ankles at the foot of my bed. I giggle & sit up, pulling him into my arms. He licks my cheek, & yawns softly in my ear.

I stroke his fluffy head & gently setting him down on a nearby sofa I had in my bedroom.

I finally, get out of bed & grab my phone.
'oh for fucks sake. I'm late for school.'
I thought to myself.
This was regular day for me. I've never been a morning person to be quite honest.
I hated mornings.
I quickly throw on my school uniform including backpack & quickly brush my teeth & hair.
Then, finally, i was out the door.
I decided to take an Uber, since, my step father & older brother weren't home to give me a lift.

- skipping Uber ride etc -

I arrive at school & hurriedly rush to my locker.
I grab my texts books & throw my book bag in there.
I slam my locker closed as a strong hand grabs me by the shoulder.
I shudder at the sudden contact.
I turn around only to see a tall junior standing before me.

"Late again, Miss Lee?" He purrs in my ear.
I whimper as his raspy voice fills my ears causing my whole body to tremble.
"Piss off, yeah?" I huff, my small tiny hands push his body away from mine leaving me room to walk away only for him to grab my hand.

"dont walk away from me when I'm talking to you"

he pauses & gently pulls my waist against his, letting go of my hand.

"I simply asked a question, you don't have to catch a fucking attitude."

I push him away again, harder this time.
"I'm already late, dumb shit." I spin around, making sure that I'm skirt twirls with me as I spin on my heels.
I can feel him staring at my backside.
His eyes tearing a hole through my body.
I make my way to my first period only to find that it's over.

Well, I'm completely & utterly fucked..

   I rush out of the classroom. I've never missed a class, still considering the amount of times I have woken up late.
I pull out my phone & check the time.

"Wouldn't want you to miss another class?" A voice behind me asks.
I turn around only to see my teacher, Mr Gazer.
He giggles, "no worries, I know it's tough some times & im sure you weren't up to no good?"
I sigh in relieve.
"Yes! Mr Gazer, I woke up late, again. I'm sorry. I really am." I stare at the ground & kick at the floor.
"no worries! no worries at all. I'll cut you a break"

"You're the best."
I smile deeply. Next class.. With.. Sammy.

I head to my second period & sit down in the back by myself.
My best friend, Ethan walks in, followed by, Hannah, Jack, Nate, & then, Sammy.
Sammy stops in his tracks & looks in my direction, his eyes meet mine, & suddenly fall down to my chest. I cover myself up in disgust. He smiles, innocently.

He makes his way towards me. "Is this seat taken?"
"Yes. Besides, there's more places for you to sit." I shun him.  

  "yeah, well, maybe I wanna sit here?"
he plops down beside me. His rough hand grabs me by my jaw.

"didnt i tell you to never look away from me when I'm talking to you?"

His thumb softly glides across my bottom lip.

I slap his arm away, "piss off."
he sighs, "when are you gonna stop being such a bitch?"
"whenever you stop being a fucking cunt. whenever you stop trying to get in my pants"

by now, he's probably thinking of hurling me out the window.

Sammy has always been a fuck boy.
Since fifth grade to be exact.
Our teacher, Miss Greene, walks in with the worst expression I've ever seen.

"Pull out your books. Page 327. Partner up, & do the assignment listed on the board"
she plops down at her desk, opening a bag of skittles.

Sammy nudges me with his elbow,
"wanna partner up?"
"i rather work alone, fuck boy." I whisper.

  he rolls his eyes.
"you look really good in that uniform"
I ignore him.

"why cant you be my naughty little kitten for one night?"

I can feel his eyes traveling all over my body.
Between my thighs start becoming hot & bothered.

"Be daddies naughty kitten.. Don't ignore daddy.." he pokes at my side, & whispers something that I cant make out.
He runs his finger along my ribs & trails down to my hips. He circles there for a moment & slowly travels back up.
He then stops,
I moan softly at the loss contact of his touch.

I find myself more & more eager for his cold fingers tracing perfect shapes on my body. Even his touch through the fabric of my uniform - I still want more.  
I look at him, innocently, & smile weakly. Almost.. Embarrassed..
He places his hand on my knee, tracing circles.
I continue acting like I could care less, but, it's Sammy.
He's a sex God.