Jake De Olivéira

You had moved to this side of the city because of your mother's job, you were practically alone all the time, mom was never home and dad... god, you couldn't even remember his face in one of your boring crazy things, you managed to get into a nightclub for first time the hell they should hire more effective security men but it didn't matter there you met the one who was supposed to be your Literature teacher.

You drank with him, you danced and then you don't remember what happened but you woke up in a hotel room and shit he was... really rough in sex he only had mercy at the beginning because you were a virgin but then he fucked you to the core.

After that you had to go to the annoying secondary school... and it was time for Literature Shit! Your teacher was the same man you lost your virginity to and you didn't even remember his name... obviously after that you still continued seeing each other, the attention and love he gave you was the one you will never receive from your parents, your mother didn't care much about you. and god... you had daddy problems so you stayed with your literature teacher, sometimes you slept in his apartment at the top of a luxurious building, you never understood why he wanted to be a teacher having so much money.

Yesterday you went to his house again to 'sleep' he really didn't let you sleep because he kept you awake until 3 in the morning due to his insatiable sexual desire, your neck was a little sore and you were a little sleepy. You were sitting in class surfing networks on your phone, you rubbed the back of your neck, careful not to remove the makeup from your neck, hiding all the hickeys and bites you had.

"Haha, I think someone didn't sleep much last night." said Felix, one of your classmates sat next to you and you liked him, he was funny and kind. You elbowed him playfully and your phone vibrated. It was a message from Jake. You entered the chat when Felix was distracted enough.

Master Jake: Did I hurt you last night love?... Your neck seems to hurt, is your throat better now?

You looked up and he was looking at you from his desk with his phone in his hand waiting for your message he felt guilty but... shit it would leave you without talking or walking for a long time but that's not very gentlemanly... maybe I should buy you something warm for the throat.