Page 180 of Broken by my Bully

Too much bourbon last night.

Way too much fucking coke.

I wince as a headache stabs at my temples when I reach to silence my phone’s blaring. Two aspirin on the nightstand, a glass of water.

How kind of me.

I swallow them down, and fall back into my pillows, trying to convince myself to get up.

My phone vibrates on the nightstand. I snatch it off with my free hand, glaring at the string of messages on my lock screen.

This is why I set my phone to ‘do not disturb’ at night. Students thinking they can message me at whatever ungodly hours they want, asking for extra credit, submitting late assignments. If I’d received more than a handful of dick pics or titty shots a semester, I wouldn’t have minded as much. But it’s all work, all the time.

I scroll through my notifications, already sitting up, then I flop back down again. My hand grips my cock, giving it a brutal squeeze.

I’m rock hard, and it’s not morning wood.

Looks like sweet little Haven was thinking about me. Tucked in warm and tight in that sorority house bed I put her in. Maybe even touching herself the way I’m about to.

@lee.haven

It’s the least I can do.

I open my messages, reading through the texts Haven sent me last night.

My eyes narrow when I check the timestamp.

What is this girl doing texting me at midnight? She should have been sleeping. I didn’t get her into that sorority so she could party all night.

No.

I put her there so I’d know exactly where to find her when I wanted her.

@rooke.bastian

You were up late last night.

Breaking curfew already?

I doubt she’ll even be awake, especially after going to sleep pastmidnight. But I wait for my message to be delivered, absently stroking my cock.

One tick.

Two.

A second later, they turn blue, then she types out a response.

I smile, the hand on my cock gripping tighter as I work my shaft.

@lee.haven

Kinda early to be bossing me around.

Guess it comes naturally to you boomers.

How easy it is for her to forget that she’s speaking to a teacher, not one of her friends. Although judging from the response I got from Hillary yesterday, Haven doesn’t have any friends. She didn’t even know who I was talking about when I was arranging Haven’s boarding.

@rooke.bastian