Teacher's Pet (A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

Teacher's Pet..50..

I smile as I hear the front door to Michael's apartment close and I adjust my negligee.

I hope he likes what I've done, and hopefully it'll get his mind off of things.

Michael walks into his room, a few minutes later, and I pose, as sexy as I can, on the side of the bed.

"Professor, I'm glad you're home." I say in a sultry voice. "I have a few tricks up my sleeve that are sure to take your mind off of things. Ready?"

I slap the whip into the palm of my hand.

Michael sits down, on the bed bench at the end of his bed, and loosens his tie.

"Michael?" I call and he doesn't reply.

Feeling the mood slowly leaving the room, I drop the whip, scoot off the bed, and sit down beside him on the bench.

I nudge him a little. "Michael, are you okay, babe?"

He doesn't look at me, he just runs his fingers through his hair and sighs heavily.

"Michael, I'm sorry about today." I begin. "If I can talk to my daddy I'll--"

"Don't." He cuts me off, staring down at his Italian shoes. "It won't help."

I place my chin on his shoulder, feeling helpless. "I'm really sorry, baby. This is all my fault."

Michael scoffs, and still looking down he kicks off his shoes. "If it's anyone's fault, Miss Toussaint, it's mine."

"Miss Toussaint?" I frown.

"Jenna." Michael sighs and finally looks at me. "Jenna."

There's a pain in his eyes that I've never noticed.

Is there something wrong?

"Michael--"

He pulls me into a much-needed kiss that shuts me up.

"Don't." He breathes between our tongues intertwining.  "I-I just need to feel you right now, baby."

"I'm yours Michael. Feel all of me." I whisper, taking in his warm kisses. "Feel aaaalll of me."

I lie back on the bed and Michael pulls my negligee straps down, kissing across my chest.

"Baby," He whispers under my chin. "why didn't you tell me that Taylor was your father?"

"Ahhhh," I moan as he walks his fingers up my thigh. "I didn't think it made a difference."

He bites at my earlobe. "You didn't think it'd make a difference?"

"Yes." I breathe as he inserts two fingers inside me. "No, ummm," My mind goes off on tangent as he starts fingering vigorously. "I don't know."

"Don't you think that indiscretion deserves punishment, Jenna?" Michael asks, fingering me harder. "Don't you deserve to be punished?"

My mind goes blank as my body buckles and my back arches in response to my coming orgasm.

I scream out Michael's name as I fall apart at the seams.

FUCK!

That was quick.

I'm guessing I needed that.

Oh, yeah, I did.

"I should deny you everything," Michael mutters against my lips as he positions himself on top of me. "but since I love you, I'm not going to do that."

"Ahhhh." I shudder as he enters my body with force. "Michael!"