Teacher's Toy (Loftry University Playthings 1)

"Read it carefully."

Brow furrowed, I bring the paper closer to me. As I read it, it all sounds like standard stuff, but then I get to the consequences. Those found guilty of cheating will be expelled from the university and a record put on their permanent file to notify any additional inquiring colleges of the act committed. My stomach plummets. Not only will I be expelled from this school, more than likely, I won't be accepted by another. And if I am, I can kiss a scholarship goodbye. "I see. I'll go and pack up my dorm."

"Not so fast." Professor Richards stands up and places his hand on my shoulder, effectively keeping me from standing up.

"I have another solution for you." Dean Anderson sets another paper in front of me.

Strange designs and symbols fill the header, and I try to decipher the tiny script in the corners. Ignoring that for the moment, I skim the page. Shocked, I go back and read it more thoroughly. It looks like I'm getting a second chance! But in order to get it, I have to submit to whatever punishment Dean Anderson deems appropriate then agree to become a school submissive. I puzzle over it for a moment. I know what the word submission means and, as a derivative, submissive. But, in this context, it's like Greek to me. Looking up, both Professor Richards and Dean Anderson stare at me with an intense gaze that's borderline predatory. Shrinking back, I motion with the paper.

"I'm getting another chance?"

“Yes, Ms. Davenport.” Dean Anderson leans in closer, his voice deep and husky. "If you agree to these terms, you'll never fear expulsion from this school. In fact, you'll be able to stay here and not have to pay for your classes. You'll still get your scholarship, but it will go directly to you as a sort of stipend, minus a small fee, of course. Running a school this size is not cheap. But your room and board will no longer be an issue. Instead, you'll move in with a new sorority. Chi Sigma Delta. So, naturally, that money will go to you as well."

Chi Sigma Delta. I let those letters flit through my brain. I don't remember them ever coming up during rush. Not that I would have paid attention. Greek life wasn't for me. A small kernel of hope builds up in my chest, but only a flicker. This all sounds too good to be true. How do you go from being almost expelled to getting free tuition, room, and board? Peering closely, I read over the document again. Nothing seemed at all out of the ordinary. The only odd requirements were physicals and birth control. Maybe they just wanted to make sure I didn't have anything to give to the other dorm members. And goodness knows I didn't need a child right now. I wasn't on any sort of birth control as per my parents, but being on it would ease my mind.

"What's the catch?"

"Did you read over the document?" Professor Richards intones. His whole body is rigid, on edge. White knuckles grip the arms of the chair. His muscles bulge with latent energy.

"Of course, I read it. I just don't understand how this is a bad thing. I mean, of course, I'll move to the dorm if it means I can concentrate better." Another look passes between them.

"There's also the matter of discipline," Dean Anderson continues, plucking the sheet from my fingers and placing it on the desk. "By signing this paper, you're agreeing that any member of the faculty can punish you as they see fit. This is just one of the reasons your scholarship will not be necessary. You will have the threat of punishment hanging over your head instead of the threat of expulsion or loss of scholarship. I find that it's an amazing deterrent for students. Things like scholarships are so ephemeral. No one really seems to pay it any mind until it's in jeopardy."

He did have a point there. I mean, it was in the back of my mind, but until this moment, it was more like a passing idea. It didn't really have legs or meat to it. It was like a sword of Damocles, but instead of an actual sword, it was more like a letter opener. But what other types of punishment would be more effective? Community service? I shiver a bit. I really didn't want to have to do manual labor. Yeah. This will definitely be a bigger deterrent.

"There's also the matter of being a submissive to The Society," Professor Richards murmurs, his lips close to my ear. His breath flutters the small hairs at the nape of my neck.

"I read that. But I don't understand. Am I to be a servant or something to them?"

His lips twitch. "Something like that. Tell me, Melody. What do you know of sexual submission?"

My mouth dries. I look between them both, and their expressions are mirrored lust and expectancy. They can't be serious. Trying to stall, I reach for the paper and look at it again. Nowhere does it say anything about sex. I read it again. Am I missing something? Chuckling, Professor Richards pulls the paper out of my hand and pins me with an earnest stare.

"If you agree to this. If you sign this paper, you will be contractually obligated to us to use you in any sexual way we see fit."

His labored breathing confirms what he's saying. Fear fills my mind. Is he going to force himself now? I look around for an exit, frantic to get away. His warm hand sliding around my throat is the only thing keeping me from fleeing at that very moment. Oddly, it calms me down a touch. My pulse throbs loud in my ears as he squeezes slowly. A slight haze fills my vision, and my brain as my stomach flops about like a fish on land. After a moment, he lets go, and everything clears. Looking up at him, his eyes bore into mine. Demanding something from me. But I don't know what.

"Sign, Melody. I can promise you that if you don't, you will be expelled quicker than you can blink. I don't want that for you. You're a bright young woman with a future. Don't let this one mistake cost you so dearly."

Dean Anderson nods in agreement. A weird calm fills me, letting my mind think and process for a moment. If I do this, I'll be able to get my education and finally be free of my family. People did stuff like this all the time, didn't they? They slept with others to get to the top or make a better life for themselves. What would be so different about this? The others that did it didn't seem like it hindered them in any way. In fact, a lot of people got where they were by what they did in secret. Could I do this? Trade my body for a better future?

I considered the alternative. If I went home now, there would be no future. In fact, I'd be saddled with the first man Dad thought was good enough. Without caring what I said or thought. Was this any different? I would have to give him my body just like I would these men, but I'd get a good education and prospects for the future in return. I'd never have that with a husband that didn't care one thing about what I wanted and only wanted to keep me heavy with his child. At least they would put me on birth control.

Conflicted, I looked over at Professor Richards. His eyes looked so calm and inviting. Would he want to use me sexually? Looking down at his crotch, that question is answered with a resounding ‘yes.’ If he's one of the ones, I could certainly say yes. But to any others? I have no idea. I just know I have to decide soon. Both the dean and Professor Richards have looked at the time often enough to make me think my time here is soon ending. I have to suck it up and make my choice.

"I accept." They share a smug smile. "But -. Can I please choose who I sleep with?"

Dean Anderson shoots me a sympathetic smile. "Sorry, my dear, but that's not how it works. We put you in a database with our other submissives. If someone takes a fancy to you, then you will have to submit to them or pay whatever consequences they deem appropriate. However, I will try to reassure you that no one will ever make you do something listed on your hard limits. You will also never be harmed or permanently injured.”

My eyes widen. Obviously sensing my unease, Professor Richards takes my hands in his and pulls me up from my chair before setting me down on his lap. His cock pokes against me as I settle in against him. Groaning softly, he smooths the hair from my eyes. "Darling Mouse. I can assure you; you will be fine. We don't break our toys. If we did, we'd never have anyone to play with. I will admit some of us like to play harder than others." His fingers graze my cheek. "And I am one of those people, but I only play as hard as your body will let me."

"You want to hurt me?"

His eyes darken, and his cock gives a small jerk. "You have no idea how badly I want to hurt you, pleasure you, make you scream until your voice is gone. But all in good time. First, you must sign this. Then we'll begin the negotiations."

"I don't even know what to negotiate. How will I get the fair end of the deal?"

Dean Anderson barks out a laugh. "You never will, my dear. The moment you decided to cheat on your exam, you sealed your fate. Things will never go in your favor ever again. You will be entirely at our mercy. But don't fret, my dear. There's also great freedom in submitting to us. Here you can explore your deepest, darkest fantasies. Nothing will be off-limits to you. That is if your dominant decides to indulge you. But make no mistake. You will belong to us, body and soul." He looks at the clock again. "This deal does have an expiration, and you are close to missing out. Sign or resign yourself to putting this college in your rearview. I can assure you that you will never go to college ever again after we get through with you."

His words feel like a slap to the face, and it snaps me out of my quandary. "May I make a request?" He snorts but waves his hand, allowing me to proceed. "If I do this, I want to do it right. I'm not a virgin, but I'm not-" I pause, searching for the right word. "Sensual? I guess? What you're asking me to do. I've never done this sort of thing. I know absolutely nothing."

"Surely you've read a dirty book before. You can't be that clueless." Professor Richards’ voice vibrates against my back, setting my nerves even more on fire. If I wasn't wet before, I certainly am now. Squirming, I try to shift off of his lap, not wanting him to know the effect he's having on me. "Oh no, you don't. You're staying right here until your decision is made."

I turn and face him, positive my face is on fire. "I wasn't allowed anything like that. My parents would kill me if they knew I wasn't a virgin. I'll try. I'll do what you ask, but," I turn to the dean, pleading with him with my eyes. "Can you please let Professor Richards be the one to explain all this? Maybe teach me some things before you throw me to the wolves? I trust him about as much as you can trust a stranger, but he's a patient teacher. I'm sure he'll be patient in this as well."

Dean Anderson's face turns bright red as he busts out laughing. "Oh, you have no idea what you're asking for. Jeremy will ride you hard and hang you up wet. I can't guarantee anything unless you're claimed. If a Society member claims you, you're off-limits. But seeing how Jeremy has actively refused every single submissive-."