Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ School of Love ❯ Chapter Forty Nine ( Chapter 49 )
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By: destiny dreamer 
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.23.2010 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 215 | Status: Completed
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.23.2010 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 215 | Status: Completed
"Part of being married means that you're only going to get rammed by my cock and certain inanimate objects."
"Then I suppose you better come as well. Otherwise you will be missing out.”
"Just promise me we'll get to do the naughty schoolgirl."
She smiled. "I'll always be your student at heart, Mr. McClain."
"I think that's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me."
She groaned. "Do not get mushy on me. I will go crazy."
"I dunno. Crazy sex sounds fun," he smirked.
"I never said there would be sex in it."
"Yes, well you're already beneath me with my cock in you. I don't think you'll have much choice."
She yawned. Closing her eyes again she hugged him to her. "Just put me on the bed when you're done."
He groaned. "It's no fun when you're unconscious!"
"Ok," she said but didn't open her eyes.
He leaned down and bit her nipple.
"Hey!" she screamed and bit his nipple in return.
He shuddered, his cheeks turning red. "Stop that!"
"Then leave me alone."
"But we're getting married and I'm horny...."
"It's not like I won't be here later."
"Yes, but I'm horny now."
"Don't be a baby," she said as she closed her eyes again.
He leaned down and bit her other nipple.
"Damn it!" she yelled and started pushing him off her.
He laughed and rolled over, holding her to him as he now looked up at her. "If you sleep now you're not getting any sleep tonight."
She yawned. "If I am to be you wife, you need to learn that I wear the pants in this house."
"No my dear. You wear short skirts. I wear pants."
"You get the idea."
"Nope." He was going to enjoy annoying the hell out of her.
She rested on him. "This is going to be one very fucked up marriage."
"Just take my orders and everything will be fine." He wrapped his arms around, already starting to get comfortable on the floor. Reaching over, he grabbed her shirt and skirt, bundling them up beneath his head he used them as a pillow.
"I can see now that I'm going to have to make a dungeon to keep you in."
"I thought you said you weren't into the kinky stuff."
"I mean to lock you away when you piss me off...I'm really thinking hard about doing it now."
"I still think it's kind of kinky."
She smiled but didn't laugh.
"Sleep. I want you fully rested so I can screw you all over this house."
She nodded against him and drifted off.
Hours later Patrick found himself shifting beneath her. Nuzzling her neck, he kissed her teasingly until she woke up. "We slept most of the day away."
She groaned on him. "Five more minutes, mother."
"If I'm your mother then this is really wrong in so many ways."
She looked down at him. "Yeah...creepy."
"Because there's something inside of you that definitely should not belong to a woman," he smirked, kissing her forehead.
She sat up on him and stretched. "Food?"
He nodded and slid his hands over her. "Food sounds good."
She stood and started grabbing clothes so she could get dressed. "I think dinner is ready anyways."
He tossed her underwear to her as he stood and started getting dressed himself. "So, are Rio and Gabe going to be your bridesmaids?"
"When I say small, I mean just a court thing."
"Ah. Well that is fine with me. I never really imagined I'd end up having a big wedding." He stopped and laughed. "Then again I never really imagined that I'd be getting married either."
"We should go back to America to do it. That way you family can come," she said as she finished dressing. "Later we can have a wedding for the public...much later."
"So does that mean that we get to have two honeymoons?" He took her hand, letting his thumb rub across her ring. "I'm glad that it fits. I had to guess on the size."
"We can have as many honeymoons as you want. I'm rich, a president of my own company, and have thousands of people who will see things through while I'm away. You really don't understand how easy your life is about to be."
"You're right I really don't. Give me a few years and I might be able to get the gist of it."
"Just think of it this way. Whatever you need, whatever you want, snap your fingers and it's yours. There is no limit. I could retire right now and have billions put away. No one in the family will have to worry about money for a long time." She started for the door. "And since we are getting married, I want your family to know that there will be money heading their way too. No one in your family will ever have to struggle again."
He took her hand and pulled her toward him. "One thing we have in common is our pride. You know that I don't require a lot to live on, so don't expect me to start charging up cards simply because I'll be married to you." He knew his sister wouldn't like handouts, but he could convince her. At least the college for her devilish brats would be paid for.
"I know. I just don't want you to ever have to worry about anything every again."
"Please. With you as my wife I'll be worried constantly."
She smirked. "At least it won't be about money."
He pulled her out into the hall and nodded. "Aye. It won't be about money. Just everything else that one can worry about."
"Like what? I can take care of myself," she assured him as they started down stairs.
"Yes. I realize this," he smirked. "However, I'm a teacher at heart. Worrying is what we do."
Once down the stairs, both boys ambushed Leia, grabbing her hand and looking at the ring. They started making plans already. "No! Court wedding! Nothing else!" Gabe pouted.
Patrick stood back while the boys all but assaulted her. Shaking his head, he took pity and helped to pry her from their grasps. "She's rather head strong about a simple court wedding."
"But I picked out the colors!" Gabe whined.
"Yeah, so not going to happen," Leia said as she sat down for dinner. "We are going to America and getting it done and over with. Just need a date." Everyone looked at Patrick.
"If we'll be having it in America we'll have to wait till your seventeen unless you can get your father to give his permission. The age of consent is at least seventeen otherwise."
"I'll send the paper to my father," Leia said. She looked at one of the maids and she nodded then hurried away to get things done for her.
"I guess that was simple enough," he smirked. "Since it's going to be a court wedding and nothing extravagant. I'd say...what...the beginning of next month?" That should give them adequate time to get everything fixed.
Leia nodded. "I was thinking of...sooner. I have some people coming over next month to help me transition into a president into a multimillion corporation. So next month isn't good for me. It would have to be sooner. Like...next week," she said as she put a mouth full of steak in her mouth.
Patrick's eyes widened. "A week? Ye want to get married in a week?"
"Well yes. It's the only time that works for me," she said as she ate.
Patrick groaned into his hands. "I was hoping to give my family sometime to adjust to the shock of me being a pervert."
"I see...I suppose we can wait a few years if that's what you want..." she said as she set her fork down.
"No," he said quickly. "I guess a week is fine. I'll just...lie and prepare them for the big wedding should we ever have one."
"No, you will tell them. I don't want them to hate me more. Either you tell them or I will."
"Can't I just lie and tell you I did and tell them we aren't?"
"No. I'll know. I'll ask them."
"Very well then. I'll require a bottle of scotch and a blow job before I get on the phone with my sister."
"No to both," she smirked.
His face fell as he began to pout. "But why not?"
"More fun for me."
"That's cruel and unusual."
"Sure is."
"I guess I could always purchase my own bottle of scotch and buy a hooker," he smirked.
"Then I would kill you," Leia said as Rio and Gabe just watched with smiles.
"Would not. You'd miss me too much."
"You can't know that for sure."
"Yes I can. You are wearing the engagement ring I gave you. So that's a pretty good sign."
She smirked. "Just means I want to fuck you on a regular bases."
"And the fact that you said you love me?" He looked up from his meal with a coy smile on his face.
Rio dropped his fork and Gabe started choking on his drink. Leia stood with a blush. "What I say or do in the privacy of my room shouldn't be shared!" she yelled. Groaning at him she went back upstairs.
"It always amazes how cute she looks when she blushes," he smiled, finishing his steak, he took a sip of his drink and started on dessert. He would let her cool down first before he went to smooth things over.
Gabe pushed at her food with a smile. "She's growing up so fast! My little Leia! Saying I love you and what not!"
Rio laughed. "Told you that you couldn't keep her."
"In her defense. We were at the peak of intimacy when she let it slip."
"Oh...well that doesn't count. I say all sorts of things when I'm-"
"Gabe! For christ sake! Shut up!" Rio yelled in mortification.
Patrick snickered while finishing his pudding. "You know that I don't care what you say. Sex is wonderful no matter how you look at it."
"Sure it is. But you shouldn't go blabbing about it," Rio said. Gabe shrugged innocently. "Come on. You and I really need to talk about boundaries." Rio held out his hand and Gabe took it as they started upstairs.
They made a cute couple. Perhaps they should get married. He smirked at the idea. Getting up, he started for Leia's room. He didn't bother to knock as he strolled in, hoping to catch her in some stage of undress.
Just as he had hoped, Leia was just leaving the bathroom after a shower with only a towel on. She looked at him. "You have a strange look on your face. Almost hungry. Didn't you just eat?"
"Hungry. Quite a wonderful description," he admitted. "However, this hunger doesn't have to deal with food." He smirked, giving her a wolfish grin as he took a few steps toward her.
"You horny devil. Well...keep away. No sex until we are married."
"What!? You're joking..." His jaw dropped, his face a mask of mortification.
"It will be more...romantic that way. Don't you think?" she asked as she dropped the towel and started pulling out some pajamas.
There was a soft yet audible whimper as her towel dropped in front of him. "Yes...more romantic, but nowhere near as fun."
"It will be worth the wait I'm sure. And it's only a week."
"Fine, but you aren't allowed to wear clothes to bed then," he said defensively. "And can I at least get a hand job?" He was almost begging.
"No clothes to bed? Won't that be more tempting?" she asked. "And no. No hand job."
"Yes, but at least I can enjoy the view and have naughty thoughts," he pouted. "And are you certain about the hand job?"
She crawled into bed, naked just like he wanted. "I'm positive."
He whimpered as he pulled off his shirt and pants, his excitement obvious as he crawled into bed. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her close, letting his hands bask in the softness of her flesh as he stroked her.
Leia snuggled into him. She was cold and he was so warm so she pressed herself firmly to him.
He tried not to make it obvious that his cock was aching. His hips moved, his cock pressing against her through his strained fabric as his hands pulled her closer against him. This just wasn't fair.
Was he getting...warmer? She moved her arms around him and moaned. "You're like an electric blanket."
"Then I suppose you better come as well. Otherwise you will be missing out.”
"Just promise me we'll get to do the naughty schoolgirl."
She smiled. "I'll always be your student at heart, Mr. McClain."
"I think that's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me."
She groaned. "Do not get mushy on me. I will go crazy."
"I dunno. Crazy sex sounds fun," he smirked.
"I never said there would be sex in it."
"Yes, well you're already beneath me with my cock in you. I don't think you'll have much choice."
She yawned. Closing her eyes again she hugged him to her. "Just put me on the bed when you're done."
He groaned. "It's no fun when you're unconscious!"
"Ok," she said but didn't open her eyes.
He leaned down and bit her nipple.
"Hey!" she screamed and bit his nipple in return.
He shuddered, his cheeks turning red. "Stop that!"
"Then leave me alone."
"But we're getting married and I'm horny...."
"It's not like I won't be here later."
"Yes, but I'm horny now."
"Don't be a baby," she said as she closed her eyes again.
He leaned down and bit her other nipple.
"Damn it!" she yelled and started pushing him off her.
He laughed and rolled over, holding her to him as he now looked up at her. "If you sleep now you're not getting any sleep tonight."
She yawned. "If I am to be you wife, you need to learn that I wear the pants in this house."
"No my dear. You wear short skirts. I wear pants."
"You get the idea."
"Nope." He was going to enjoy annoying the hell out of her.
She rested on him. "This is going to be one very fucked up marriage."
"Just take my orders and everything will be fine." He wrapped his arms around, already starting to get comfortable on the floor. Reaching over, he grabbed her shirt and skirt, bundling them up beneath his head he used them as a pillow.
"I can see now that I'm going to have to make a dungeon to keep you in."
"I thought you said you weren't into the kinky stuff."
"I mean to lock you away when you piss me off...I'm really thinking hard about doing it now."
"I still think it's kind of kinky."
She smiled but didn't laugh.
"Sleep. I want you fully rested so I can screw you all over this house."
She nodded against him and drifted off.
Hours later Patrick found himself shifting beneath her. Nuzzling her neck, he kissed her teasingly until she woke up. "We slept most of the day away."
She groaned on him. "Five more minutes, mother."
"If I'm your mother then this is really wrong in so many ways."
She looked down at him. "Yeah...creepy."
"Because there's something inside of you that definitely should not belong to a woman," he smirked, kissing her forehead.
She sat up on him and stretched. "Food?"
He nodded and slid his hands over her. "Food sounds good."
She stood and started grabbing clothes so she could get dressed. "I think dinner is ready anyways."
He tossed her underwear to her as he stood and started getting dressed himself. "So, are Rio and Gabe going to be your bridesmaids?"
"When I say small, I mean just a court thing."
"Ah. Well that is fine with me. I never really imagined I'd end up having a big wedding." He stopped and laughed. "Then again I never really imagined that I'd be getting married either."
"We should go back to America to do it. That way you family can come," she said as she finished dressing. "Later we can have a wedding for the public...much later."
"So does that mean that we get to have two honeymoons?" He took her hand, letting his thumb rub across her ring. "I'm glad that it fits. I had to guess on the size."
"We can have as many honeymoons as you want. I'm rich, a president of my own company, and have thousands of people who will see things through while I'm away. You really don't understand how easy your life is about to be."
"You're right I really don't. Give me a few years and I might be able to get the gist of it."
"Just think of it this way. Whatever you need, whatever you want, snap your fingers and it's yours. There is no limit. I could retire right now and have billions put away. No one in the family will have to worry about money for a long time." She started for the door. "And since we are getting married, I want your family to know that there will be money heading their way too. No one in your family will ever have to struggle again."
He took her hand and pulled her toward him. "One thing we have in common is our pride. You know that I don't require a lot to live on, so don't expect me to start charging up cards simply because I'll be married to you." He knew his sister wouldn't like handouts, but he could convince her. At least the college for her devilish brats would be paid for.
"I know. I just don't want you to ever have to worry about anything every again."
"Please. With you as my wife I'll be worried constantly."
She smirked. "At least it won't be about money."
He pulled her out into the hall and nodded. "Aye. It won't be about money. Just everything else that one can worry about."
"Like what? I can take care of myself," she assured him as they started down stairs.
"Yes. I realize this," he smirked. "However, I'm a teacher at heart. Worrying is what we do."
Once down the stairs, both boys ambushed Leia, grabbing her hand and looking at the ring. They started making plans already. "No! Court wedding! Nothing else!" Gabe pouted.
Patrick stood back while the boys all but assaulted her. Shaking his head, he took pity and helped to pry her from their grasps. "She's rather head strong about a simple court wedding."
"But I picked out the colors!" Gabe whined.
"Yeah, so not going to happen," Leia said as she sat down for dinner. "We are going to America and getting it done and over with. Just need a date." Everyone looked at Patrick.
"If we'll be having it in America we'll have to wait till your seventeen unless you can get your father to give his permission. The age of consent is at least seventeen otherwise."
"I'll send the paper to my father," Leia said. She looked at one of the maids and she nodded then hurried away to get things done for her.
"I guess that was simple enough," he smirked. "Since it's going to be a court wedding and nothing extravagant. I'd say...what...the beginning of next month?" That should give them adequate time to get everything fixed.
Leia nodded. "I was thinking of...sooner. I have some people coming over next month to help me transition into a president into a multimillion corporation. So next month isn't good for me. It would have to be sooner. Like...next week," she said as she put a mouth full of steak in her mouth.
Patrick's eyes widened. "A week? Ye want to get married in a week?"
"Well yes. It's the only time that works for me," she said as she ate.
Patrick groaned into his hands. "I was hoping to give my family sometime to adjust to the shock of me being a pervert."
"I see...I suppose we can wait a few years if that's what you want..." she said as she set her fork down.
"No," he said quickly. "I guess a week is fine. I'll just...lie and prepare them for the big wedding should we ever have one."
"No, you will tell them. I don't want them to hate me more. Either you tell them or I will."
"Can't I just lie and tell you I did and tell them we aren't?"
"No. I'll know. I'll ask them."
"Very well then. I'll require a bottle of scotch and a blow job before I get on the phone with my sister."
"No to both," she smirked.
His face fell as he began to pout. "But why not?"
"More fun for me."
"That's cruel and unusual."
"Sure is."
"I guess I could always purchase my own bottle of scotch and buy a hooker," he smirked.
"Then I would kill you," Leia said as Rio and Gabe just watched with smiles.
"Would not. You'd miss me too much."
"You can't know that for sure."
"Yes I can. You are wearing the engagement ring I gave you. So that's a pretty good sign."
She smirked. "Just means I want to fuck you on a regular bases."
"And the fact that you said you love me?" He looked up from his meal with a coy smile on his face.
Rio dropped his fork and Gabe started choking on his drink. Leia stood with a blush. "What I say or do in the privacy of my room shouldn't be shared!" she yelled. Groaning at him she went back upstairs.
"It always amazes how cute she looks when she blushes," he smiled, finishing his steak, he took a sip of his drink and started on dessert. He would let her cool down first before he went to smooth things over.
Gabe pushed at her food with a smile. "She's growing up so fast! My little Leia! Saying I love you and what not!"
Rio laughed. "Told you that you couldn't keep her."
"In her defense. We were at the peak of intimacy when she let it slip."
"Oh...well that doesn't count. I say all sorts of things when I'm-"
"Gabe! For christ sake! Shut up!" Rio yelled in mortification.
Patrick snickered while finishing his pudding. "You know that I don't care what you say. Sex is wonderful no matter how you look at it."
"Sure it is. But you shouldn't go blabbing about it," Rio said. Gabe shrugged innocently. "Come on. You and I really need to talk about boundaries." Rio held out his hand and Gabe took it as they started upstairs.
They made a cute couple. Perhaps they should get married. He smirked at the idea. Getting up, he started for Leia's room. He didn't bother to knock as he strolled in, hoping to catch her in some stage of undress.
Just as he had hoped, Leia was just leaving the bathroom after a shower with only a towel on. She looked at him. "You have a strange look on your face. Almost hungry. Didn't you just eat?"
"Hungry. Quite a wonderful description," he admitted. "However, this hunger doesn't have to deal with food." He smirked, giving her a wolfish grin as he took a few steps toward her.
"You horny devil. Well...keep away. No sex until we are married."
"What!? You're joking..." His jaw dropped, his face a mask of mortification.
"It will be more...romantic that way. Don't you think?" she asked as she dropped the towel and started pulling out some pajamas.
There was a soft yet audible whimper as her towel dropped in front of him. "Yes...more romantic, but nowhere near as fun."
"It will be worth the wait I'm sure. And it's only a week."
"Fine, but you aren't allowed to wear clothes to bed then," he said defensively. "And can I at least get a hand job?" He was almost begging.
"No clothes to bed? Won't that be more tempting?" she asked. "And no. No hand job."
"Yes, but at least I can enjoy the view and have naughty thoughts," he pouted. "And are you certain about the hand job?"
She crawled into bed, naked just like he wanted. "I'm positive."
He whimpered as he pulled off his shirt and pants, his excitement obvious as he crawled into bed. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her close, letting his hands bask in the softness of her flesh as he stroked her.
Leia snuggled into him. She was cold and he was so warm so she pressed herself firmly to him.
He tried not to make it obvious that his cock was aching. His hips moved, his cock pressing against her through his strained fabric as his hands pulled her closer against him. This just wasn't fair.
Was he getting...warmer? She moved her arms around him and moaned. "You're like an electric blanket."