Crossing Into Forever

Chapter 31

Classes had let out for the day and Nicholas was glad it had come to an end. He was perched on the front edge of his desk, as he watched the last of the students leave. Once none remained, he directed his attention to a flyer he had received earlier that day about the upcoming birthday celebration for the headmaster. He heard a sound at the door and looked up and saw Ella standing there. He couldn't help but notice that she had a worried look on her face. One that made him feel like she was nervous or upset about something. He didn't speak though, and his face showed little emotion as she walked through the doorway and closed the door softly behind her. She started to walk toward him almost hesitantly, but she continued on slowly, like she was unsure about what she was doing. As she got closer to him, she hesitated again, but then reached up to her shirt and slowly started to unfasten each button, one by one. Even though she was nervous she held his gaze in hers. Once her shirt was opened in front, she reached to the front of her bra and unfastened it, completely exposing her breasts. The cool expression on his face gave little indication of his thoughts. She came to stand directly in front of him and started kissing him on his lips. At first, he did not offer to respond to her kisses or touch her at all. He stood there, completely still, looking in her half-closed eyes with his same stoic demeanor, until he slowly raised his hands and placed them on her waist and slowly slid them upward, running his thumbs over her breast to each nipple, which elicited a soft moan from her. He ran his hands behind her back and firmly pulled her in closer to him and then lowered his head to her breasts, causing her to arch backward and release a small cry, as he placed his mouth over the soft pink tips and used his tongue to gently taunt her. She felt his hands run down her butt and run up under her pleated shirt and she felt him pull at her panties, lowering them down until they were at her ankles. He then ran his hand under one knee and raised it to allow the panties to fall completely free on that side. He pulled her leg to the side until he rested it on his outstretched leg. He lifted his head and started kissing her deep and she felt his hand run along the back of her thigh until he reached the delicate area between her legs and lightly played with her there. She couldn't hold back a husky moan when he did this and then she gasped when he gently slid one finger inside her. From there he glided his finger to her clitoris and back to that soft place he had just been, several times until another moan escaped her lips and she cried out in intense ecstasy between her ragged breaths. She was holding him tightly around his neck as if she were afraid she would fall. He then lifted her up, turned her around and sat her on the edge of his desk, and gently lowered her back down and leaned over her for a moment, kissing her. He moved his mouth to her nipples, kissing them and gently biting them. He traced his way down to her naval and then further to her belly. He raised up and unfastened his pants and then, holding under her knees, he spread her legs apart, and pressed into her, entering her . The sharp pain caused a shudder to spread through her body and another quick cry escaped her lips as he did this. As he slowly started to move, the pain she felt turned to immense pleasure and it wasn't long before she was overtaken by another uncontrollable quiver. She arched her back and each breath was met with a soft whimper as a feeling of deep satisfaction settled over her.

Nicholas slowly came to complete consciousness, blinking to open his eyes and he realized he had been dreaming but the erotic encounter was still very near to the surface. As he got up from his bed he grabbed the first thing in sight, a book on his nightstand, and threw it to the ground. There was unmistakable anger that flashed in his eyes as he ran his hand through his sweat soaked hair. Once he was finished with his outburst, he sat on the edge of his bed. "A bloody wet dream! What the bloody hell?!" He was not so much angry about having the dream as he was about who was in the dream. He refused to allow any memory of it to surface again and tried his best to push it deep into his subconscious. He couldn't deny that he had dreamed about Ella before, but as far as he could remember, he had never dreamed of anything even remotely sexual about her. He was also deeply disturbed about how explicit this was.

"Why did she have to come into his life? Why did he have to be the one to constantly deal with her predicaments. The fact that she was so ill prepared for life was not his fault! She should never have been his responsibility!" He found himself being angrier with her now than he had ever been. She had been nothing but a thorn in his side since the first time he laid eyes on her. Even with anger though he couldn't deny the fact that he had never felt so protective of a student, and that did little to ease his ire. Maybe it was because none of his students had ever been so vulnerable to the brutal treatment that could be inflicted by some of the other students. What vexed him the most though, was that he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of compassion toward her. He had always been able to keep a staunch distance between himself and his students. His responsibilities consisted of keeping them safe and educating them. He was also charged with the task of safeguarding their health. As the institution's physician, he did his best to put the students at ease if they were worried or self-conscious about a health concern. He felt he had always done a good job at keeping the line between being somewhat caring but maintaining a safe distance emotionally from them. Why couldn't he seem to do the same with her. He would blame it on Agatha and her insistence to keep a close watch on Ella, but he knew it went beyond that. From the first time he really looked at her sleeping face, when he was picking her up to hand her off to Nachton, he felt a tug at his heart strings...not a feeling he was accustomed to and certainly one he didn't like.