Teacher's Toy (Loftry University Playthings 1)

Professor Richards

How is this happening to me? She's a fucking slip of a girl with eyes too large and deep for comfort. She's a newbie. There's no way in hell she'll even be able to comprehend what I want. Me. The perpetual bachelor falling for this mousy, timid... FUCK! All I know is, the moment Bradley dared to insert himself into her, I saw nothing but white. They talk about the world fading away until there's nothing but a burning rage surging through you. Until this moment, I had no comprehension. It was a notion to me. A vague theory that only people that lose control can experience. I guess there goes my reputation as being the cool head in the room.

The moment we're outside of the room, I shove Bradley against the wall. Double fuck. It's not his fault, and yet, he's going to pay. How dare he touch her like that? How dare he defile what is mine? His eyes gleam up at me, anger flowing through his body.

"What the hell, man? I'm just doing my job!"

"I didn't realize your job description included shoving your finger up her ass!"

He smirks and leans back against the wall, crossing his arms. "Why Jeremy, I do believe you are smitten. Does this mean she's off the market? Truly? Because there are so many other things I want to do to that firm, luscious -"

God help me, but I punch him square in the face. The slight crunch as my fist connects with his nose stills my mind and quiets the beast inside. Serves him right. Blood starts to trickle down, but he simply wipes it away and starts laughing. Cocking my head to the side, I stare at him a moment. My fists are still up because there's no way he's going down without some sort of retaliation, but it never comes. We both stand there like idiots, me about to punch him again, and Bradley laughing like he's watching a Comedy Central sketch. After another awkward moment, I put down my fists and start looking around for something to staunch the bleeding.

As his laughter finally dies down, he looks up at me, his eyes bright with mirth. "John was right. Damn it. I owe him a hundred bucks now. Ah well. It was worth it to get a taste of that pus-" I rear up to punch him again, but he holds his hands out in surrender. "Whoa, tiger. No need to break it off. I'm backing down." He glances over to the mirror. "She's dressed now; guess it's time to get her settled in."

I follow his gaze and swallow hard as I watch Melody for a moment. She's so small, so lost in that room. What the hell has she done to me? "Could it be pheromones?" I muse aloud, my gaze never leaving hers.

"What, the reason you're so twitterpated?" He snorts then groans as the pain in his nose blossoms back up. An evil sense of satisfaction flows through me. "Or it could be you just found someone that speaks to you. We all want that at some point. Right? These games tend to wear on you after a while."

I sigh as I brace my hands on the mirror, watching Melody rub her hands up and down her arms. Her brows furrow as she keeps looking at the door. No doubt she's wondering what hellacious ordeal awaits her. Heaven knows it's been a non-stop escapade from the moment she cheated on that test. I close my eyes for a moment. Was that really only a few hours ago? It seems like days have gone by since then and now.

I can't blame her for being scared either. The sick, perverse part of me revels in every twitch of her eyes to the door, every stutter of breath as her mind makes up various scenes and scenarios. But there's now a small splinter of humanity that's trying desperately to rise to the surface. For the first time since I've worked here, I actually want to comfort someone instead of adding to their misery. I rub my chest as I contemplate my fate. Maybe I'm getting old. And Bradley does have a point: eventually, the games become wearisome and tiring. I just didn't think I'd get there until I was doddering and using a walker.

"How's your nose?"

"I'll live. Hell, I've had worse done to me that one primal night. Remember?"

My lips curl up into a grin. That was certainly a night to remember. Even now, I still get twitches in my low back that weren't there before. Maybe that's what I need to get her out of my head: another hunt. But can we really chance that sort of sport while classes are still in session? Oh. Yeah. And the fact that it's going to get cold soon. There's always that to consider. However, the idea of Melody, naked and shivering in the woods as I stalk her is definitely intriguing. There would be so many ways to warm her back up.

"Yeah. I got to get her prepared for initiation tonight. You good?"

He gives me a thumbs-up as he opens up the door and shuffles through. I keep my eyes trained on Melody, gauging her response. Perhaps there's a part of her that's falling for the dashing doctor. A small tingle of jealousy drips down my spine, leaving acid in my stomach. I don't like having feelings like this. That's why I shove them away. Ever since high school, I've made it an art form to keep emotions below the surface where they can't touch me. That's the only way to survive. The surprised O on her face as she spots Bradley's nose sends another shaft of discomfort through me. He better not encourage anything between them. A broken nose will be the least of his worries.

Bradley walks over to the mirror and winks at me before setting his nose back. Nausea roils through me, and though he can see it, I flip him off. If anything, it makes me feel so much better. Turning, he places his arms on Melody's shoulders and leads her back out to me. Every move and touch look purely professional, but I still don't know what either of them intends to do. And that is a feeling that really doesn't sit well with me. My insides churn as I watch them together. He looks altogether way too comfortable with his arms around her. An itch builds up under my scalp, prickling all the way down my neck. I resist digging into my skin to relieve that feeling. Instead, I alternate clenching and stretching my fingers, anything to release some of this pent-up tension.

I glare at Melody. She's completely clueless about what she's doing to me. The small, innocent smiles she casts my way, the way she bites down on her lower lip when she's unsure of the situation, the way her eyes shine just a bit too brightly when I scowl at her. She's driving me crazy. The fact that this woman in front of me is the cause, well, I might have to let a little of that frustration out on her. Not right now, but soon. Once she understands what being claimed by me really means, then she'll regret making me fall for her. Even a little.

I gather her into me, chafing her arms, bringing back a little bit of warmth. She looks so small and pitiful. Every inch a little mouse waiting for the cat to catch her. Chuckling to myself, I pause at the door to grab the papers, and I lead her out of the hospital. What exactly am I going to do with her now that she's mine? My brain starts swirling with different scenarios, and my cock is definitely on board with my line of thinking. Reaching down, I adjust myself, smiling as Melody turns her head away from my crotch, a hint of pink on her cheeks.

We bypass her dorm and go straight to Chi Sigma Delta. The memo has already gone out that a new member is joining. By now, all her things should have been sorted and put away into her new room. The one amazing thing about our system is that it runs like a well-oiled machine. Yes, there are clashing personalities and a fair share of others who don't pull their weight, but when orders are given, they all work for the collective mission. Those that don't want to help are given painful incentives by the submissives that do. If the mission fails, all are punished, even the ones that did their job.

Melody pauses on the steps and takes in the facade. Tall columns line the front as well as benches and porch swings around the deck. Her brows furrow as she looks back and forth across the veranda.

"What were you expecting?"

"Something more...sinister?"

A startled laugh chokes in my throat. "Well, we are a secret society, Mouse. We can't advertise that we beat our submissives inside." Her face drains of color, and I laugh a bit more. "That brain of yours, so dramatic. No wonder you're doing poorly in my class. Reality isn't your thing. I'm willing to bet you ten licks of my belt that you're excelling in creative writing."

Her face drops a bit, letting her hair dangle in front. "No bet," she murmurs.

I squeeze her to me for a moment before opening the front door and shuffling her inside. The moment we cross over the threshold, my balls tighten. This place always has this effect on me. It must be Pavlovian. I pause at the entrance and grab my mask, winking at Melody before sliding it on. "There are several house rules, most are for the submissives that reside here, but some are for us as well. No one enters this house without a mask on. It's for your protection and ours. Most of the members that partake of these delights are members of faculty. However, our member list is vast and includes some powerful, prominent people. This protects them from being identified and gives you plausible deniability. If you're ever questioned, you can honestly say you don't know one hundred percent who you were with. Though, let's be honest," I slide my mask back over my head and wink again, "something tells me you'll be more than able to identify me. Who knows how long you've stared at me and lusted after me in my classes?"

Noting her pink face, I give myself a mental pat on the back. It seems like I was right after all. She does have some sort of feelings for me. Good girl that she is, she would never do anything as naughty as act upon them. Luckily for both of us, I have no problem being wicked if it serves my purposes. Pulling the mask back down, I clear my throat and straighten my shoulders. Throwing open the inner doors, I lead Melody through and shut them behind me. Standing in front of us are all the submissives that aren't currently in classes or with a dominant. Far less than I was originally calculating, but enough that everything should be settled and good to go. Glancing over the faces, I'm a bit relieved to see Chelsea. I don't trust the rest of these hellcats enough to prepare Melody tonight without needlessly scaring her.

I take a moment to look at her. Just like the others, she's naked, wearing only her cuff denoting her status. My cock hangs there, limp at her submissive display. Her hands rest behind her back, her legs spread and eager. With her head bowed, it's hard to read her expression, but I've played with her enough to know that she's deep inside her submissive zone. Displaying herself was always a quick way to get her there. Why doesn't it stir me now? Glancing over at Melody, the traitorous bastard twitches at her open mouth and wide eyes, trying to make sense of what she's seeing. I grimace and adjust myself again. Maybe I should avail myself to Andrew, our resident psychiatrist, because obviously, I'm not thinking straight right now.