Chapter 8

**Trigger Warning: Sexual Assault**

Jane and Mr. Jackson continue their relationship throughout the final few months of her senior year. Any chance they can, they find a way, a secret place to have some fun. Jane develops feelings for the older male. She knows that he likes her body but isn't sure that he will like her personality as much as he likes her body.

She waits until the last day of school to speak with him about it. The last day of the year is a free day for every student. Some students spend the day in the art room. Other students spend their day in the library. Most of the athletes spend the day in the weight room or out on the fields. Jane is the only student who chooses to spend her last day in the gym. The first bell of the day rings, and Jane sits on the bleachers. She waits for Mr. Jackson.

A pair of footsteps echo through the large vacant gymnasium. Mr. Jackson walks in, files in hand, coffee in his other hand. He doesn't even notice Jane. He walks straight past her to his office. Jane stands up quickly to follow him. "Mr. Jackson. Mr. Jackson I'm here."

"Jane, what are you doing here?" His voice has a slight edge to it.

"I know that you don't normally have students on the last day of the year. I'm sure you were expecting to spend the day on your own. I was hoping you wouldn't mind if I spent the day in here?" Jane folds her arms under her chest, pushing her breasts up a bit so that they are more prominent. Mr. Jackson notices this and chuckles.

"Yeah, I wasn't really expecting to see you again. I thought you would have spent your last day with your friends or in the library. I know that you are an intelligent and studious young lady, so I am quite surprised to see you here. I guess it's no big deal for you to spend the day here. I'm just going to be doing paperwork. Are you sure you want to sit here in silence all day?" Jane shakes her head yes. She doesn't really want to sit in here and do nothing. She hopes that she can convince him to take a break every now and then.

"Alright, follow me. You can sit in my office with me." Jane does as she is told, adjusting her backpack before catching up to him again. Mr. Jackson opens his office door and ushers her inside. She sits at the Gym Assistant's desk. She is still out on leave. She won't be returning until next year.

Jane pulls out her laptop and some headphones. She spends the first hour of her last day of school watching Netflix, sitting across from her first lover. She tires of this quickly, tucking her laptop into her bag. After setting her bag to the side, she swings her feet back and forth under the desk. While doing this, she accidentally touches Mr. Jackson's leg with her foot. This gives her a sneaky idea.

She pretends to swing her legs again. This time she stops just before Mr. Jackson's leg. She brings her foot up towards his upper thigh. She nudges it gently, trying to get him to pay attention to her. "Jane. How am I supposed to get any work done with you sitting across from me, looking all cute and sexy like that? I swear." Mr. Jackson closes the file he was working on and leans back in his chair. He places his hands on his legs.

"I don't understand what you mean?" Jane feigns ignorance, continuing to nudge his thigh with her foot. She sticks out her tongue and then giggles. She enjoys how she can so easily get a rise out of him. "Oh, you don't? Hmm. I will just have to show you what I mean then." Mr. Jackson stands from his chair. He walks over to his office door. He locks it and turns around to face her.

"Stand up Jane." Jane pushes her chair back, coyly standing up. Mr. Jackson closes in on her, wrapping his arms around her, resting them just above her lower back. He captures her lips in a kiss. At first, he is gentle, just letting Jane lead. Then he takes over. He bites her lip causing her to gasp. As soon as her lips are parted his tongue darts into the warm cavern. His hands travel lower than they were previously. He places both hands on her plump but still firm ass. He squeezes it. He plays with it until he wants more. He shifts them over to his desk. He sits her on it, still teasing her gorgeous mouth with his tongue. He pulls away.

"Do you get what I mean now?"

"Mhmm." Jane blushes, wanting his lips back on hers.

"You knew this whole time. You little tease." Mr. Jackson tugs at the edge of Jane's shirt. She lifts her arms so he can remove it. Once that's gone, he undoes the clasp of her bra expertly with one hand.

"What's this about?" He shakes the lacy bra in front of Jane. "Did you wear this for a reason? Did you plan on getting my attention today? Tsk Tsk. What a bad girl." He palms her large breasts, squeezing and pulling at her nipples. "Is this what you wanted?" Jane moans quietly. Her eyes are closed so she is unable to see how much Mr. Jackson is enjoying her. He keeps on like this, teasing her breasts and watching her squirm on his desk.

"Mr. Jackson, please. I want more." Jane begs between moans.

"Alright Alright. Stand up again. I want you to take off your shorts and your panties and I want you to lean over my desk so that your big, beautiful ass is up in the air for me. Can you do that?" Jane nods quickly, not wanting to wait any longer. She gets into position, presenting herself to him. Before he drops his pants, he gives her ass a rough smack. "That's for being such a naughty girl. You shouldn't tease me like that."

Jane cries out. Mr. Jackson leaves a handprint-shaped mark on her. He hasn't been this rough with her before. It took her by surprise, but she didn't hate it. He unbuckles his belt, pulling it out loop by loop. Once the belt is completely removed, he folds it in half. He has other plans for Jane. Plans that she wasn't expecting. "This is going to hurt but just know that at the end of all this, I will make you feel really good okay. I have to punish you for your slutty actions." He strikes her, in the same place as before, this time with a belt. Jane screams.

"P-Please stop. I don't want this." Despite her pleading, he continues whipping her with his belt. It hurts. It hurts so much. Jane bites her lip, preventing any sobs. Tears fall down her cheeks, landing on the files Mr. Jackson was previously focusing on. He is enjoying himself too much to hear her, or he just doesn't care.

This goes on for what feels like forever. Hit after hit leaving welts on her bare bottom. She ran out of tears just as her skin was starting to feel numb. She hears him unbutton his pants and unzip them. Then she feels his hard cock slamming into her. She just lays there. The less she moves, the less it hurts.

He finishes inside of her and then helps her back into her clothes. She sits back down on her chair, wincing because of her fresh welts. This is the day that she realized she was being used by someone who she thought cared for her. He didn't care. He just liked fucking her. She remembers going home and crying.

The first three weeks of the summer were spent in bed, lights off, sobbing. She remembers the pain in her chest. It was unbearable. So much worse than any physical pain that she had suffered that day in the gym. He never reached out to her. He never spoke to her again.

Jane wakes up from this nightmare, sobbing and shaking into a strong warm pair of arms. She shoots up once she realizes this is not her bed and she does not recognize these arms. She frantically searches the room to find anything familiar.

"Jane. Jane, calm down, please. I didn't mean to scare you. We fell asleep and before I knew it, you were crying in your sleep. You were clutching at the sheets, and you were crying out. I didn't know what to do. I tried to wake you, but you weren't waking up. I thought maybe some physical contact would help but I guess I was wrong. Are you okay?" Nik keeps his voice calm as he tries to soothe the terrified creature on his bed. Jane takes many long deep breaths, trying to come back to reality.

"I-I-I don't know. I was having a good dream and then it became so painful. Physical and emotional pain. I-I'm sorry for worrying you. I can go." Jane pushes the blankets off of her, her legs and hands are trembling. Nik pulls her back into a long embrace. He runs his fingers through her hair.

"Don't go. Please stay. I wouldn't feel right if you left when you were feeling like this."