Chapter 12
Professor Richards
Days goby since I fell asleep in her room. I keep myself and work or at home to not let it happen again, but the longer I’m away, the more the need grows. Seeing her in class and after for our extracurricular activities is fun, but it leaves something to be desired. I never thought of myself as the type to settle down, but the more I’m around her, it’s infectious.
Groaning, I pick up the phone and shoot off a quick text to her. Even if I deny myself the luxury of forever, I can at least take advantage of her now. Grinning, I walk over to the armoire and set out a few things. It’s going to be a tight squeeze to see her before our class, but it’s something I’ve wanted to do since the moment I saw her.
I get everything just so when I hear her tentative knock. I know it by heart now. That small rap tells me she’s here, but she doesn’t want to disturb me. Silly girl. She’s yet to learn that her presence only disturbs my psyche, not my being. I enjoy having her here even more than I will ever truly admit to myself.
“Come in.”
Just as I thought. Her soft steps skitter into the room before she closes the door and turns to face me. Her eyes dart about as she takes me in, her expression wary.
“I’m here like you requested, Professor. Did I do something wrong?”
“Is there something you’d like to confess?”
Her eyes widen as she shakes her head from side to side.
“Then you have nothing to be afraid of. In fact, I want to congratulate you. You’ve been doing so well in my class lately, but I can’t imagine why.”
Lurid memories of our study sessions spring into my head, and judging by the look on her face and the shade of red she’s turning, she remembers too. As she hangs her head down, I slide a finger under her chin and force her gaze to mine.
“You’re doing well, but I want to see you do even better. You know, keep your focus on me and your studies.”
Without giving her time to overthink, I urge her over to the desk and bend her over. Her breath already comes in hard gasps as she stares down at the polished wood. No doubt her mind is going into overdrive, giving her just a bite of fear with her arousal. Flipping her skirt up and onto her back, I skim my fingers down the sides of her ass. She sighs, leaning into my touch.
Chuckling, I lull her into a false security, petting and stroking, keeping my touch light and sensual. She arches back into my touch, practically purring as I stroke her lower lips, delighting in how wet she gets for me. Reaching over, I grab the small plug and replace it with my fingers, dragging it back and forth along her wet folds, nudging her clit every few moments. Her moans are illicit as she throws her head back and grinds against it.
Satisfied with how well she lubed it up, I pry open her ass, ignoring the gasp of concern as she tries clenching up. It becomes a game of sorts: every time she clenches, I pop her ass until she relaxes. Then, I come in with the plug, and we do this all over again. Glancing up at the clock, I realize time is getting away from us. Resisting the urge to keep toying with her, I lay my arm against her low back and force my way in, ignoring her feet as they scrabble across the floor. Smirking, I twist it in, driving it home, before standing her back up. The look on her face is priceless.
It’s nice to know I’m probably the first one to ever delve into those depths. She stands up and smooths her skirt down, her movements jerky as she tries to accommodate the plug. Oh yes, this was certainly the best idea I’ve had in a long time.
“See you in class, dear,” I croon, my voice dripping with saccharin.
She doesn’t answer, but I let it slide. She’s too busy trying to walk with something foreign up her ass. Chuckling, I watch as she makes her way to my door, her body rigid. Gathering my papers, I follow soon behind.
As I enter the class, I spot her in the back. I thought she was over trying to hide from me. I guess with her embarrassing secret, she wanted to be as far away from prying eyes as possible. No matter. I can still see her squirming about in her chair when she thinks no one’s looking. Chuckling to myself, I begin the day.
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Apprehension skitters up my spine.Several weeks have passed since I first claimed Melody as mine. By now, I thought I'd be done with her, over our lustful games. I glance over at her, furiously writing on her exam. Shifting in my chair, I adjust my cock under the desk. Her body squirms and wiggles, no doubt still sore from earlier this morning. Each day I think, this will be the day that things are over between us. Yet each day, she finds some new way to tempt me, draw me into her world. Shaking my head, I look up at the clock.
"Writing implements down. Bring your tests to the front of the desk, and have a great winter break."
Melody's head shoots up, her tight bun bobbing with the effort. For her sake, she better be at least close to finishing. I shift again, spreading my knees to give myself room. The fuck is wrong with me? Every nibble to her lip pulses through my shaft. Her gaze shifts from her paper to my face, small lines etching into her features.
I give her a reassuring smile, hoping to ease things a bit, but they don't. Instead, the frown gets even deeper. A twinge of concern flashes through me. Hopefully, her final is not a repeat of her midterm. I study her, taking in her outfit and hair. Per my insistence, it's swept up high on top of her head, leaving both ears open. There's no hiding this time. Just in case, her phone is locked away in my office, taking away any form of temptation. The clothes I laid out for her this morning have no pockets or openings to hide anything. Unless she's written the notes on a scrap of paper and hidden it in her underwear, she shouldn't be able to attempt cheating. My lips curl up as I stare at her crotch. That would be a delicious hiding place indeed. Shuffling to the front, she lays her test on top of the others and shifts over to the side.
"How do you think you did, Ms. Davenport?"
Her eyes fly up to mine, a tinge of red lighting her cheeks up. "I studied hard, Professor Richards. I think even you will be impressed with my progress."
My lips twitch as she sashays away. The little minx. Gathering up all the papers, I follow the students out, stopping short as Chase approaches Melody. Everything in me freezes. The air I inhaled sits painfully in my chest. My eyes zero in on every movement, every touch, every giggle. Why is her hand on his arm? He laughs at some joke she makes and turns to leave in the opposite direction. Melody licks her lips and stands there for a moment before turning to head to my office. Gritting my teeth, I shove my thoughts away. She stands there, hands clasped behind her back, waiting for me to approach. Staying silent, I open the door, walk in, and set my papers down before motioning for her to come inside.
"You and Ackerman seem to be cozy."
Her eyes dart to the floor. "He was just wishing me a good winter break."
My eyes narrow as I watch her. She's hiding something. I can feel it. A few drops of sweat gather at my brow, and I wipe them away. "Speaking of which, what are your plans?"
She looks up, startled. "Don't you make that decision?"
I set my lips into a firm, grim line. "As much as I would love to, I'm heading home this break. You are on your own." My heart squeezes as I utter those words. But I have to leave her. I have to get some distance, some clarity. While I'm here with her, nothing makes sense. Maybe if I can break free from her grip, I can finally let her go. My fingers flex and release for a few moments. Before I leave, though, I'll make sure Chase is nowhere to be found. Until I let her go, he will never be allowed a taste of her. Gripping my desk, my brain swirls. I don't understand why we allow those damned jocks a seat at the table, to begin with. They sully everything we've worked so hard for. Reaching into my desk, I toss her the phone and pull the papers closer to me. "That will be all. I'll see you in February."
Her fingers tighten around the phone as she stares at me. A light sheen glints in her eyes. Should I put her out of her misery and take her with me? My heart strains in my chest, and I rub the offending member, trying to keep my head in the game. There would be plenty of new masters for her. Now that she's had a taste of this lifestyle, she'll be more open to them. She wasn't even collared, for god's sake. Our pairing is in word only. So easy to break. Her shoulders slump forward as she edges her way towards the door. "Why don't you go home and visit your family? You didn't go home for Thanksgiving break, and I'm sure they'll be happy to see you."
Melody stops at the doorway and looks back at me, her eyes wide. "Please don't make me go back there. I'll clean the whole sorority, do anything. I just can't."
Frowning, I make my way over, fisting my hands to my side to keep from reaching out and pulling her close. "No one's going to make you, Mouse. You're more than welcome to stay in the dorm. It's not like we're giving your room away. If I were you, I'd use that time to really focus on what you want to do with your life. You can't stay a student forever." My lips twitch up in a ghost of a smile. How easy would it be to keep her here year after year? Shaking my head, I dispel that dream. All graduates end up placed with prominent members of The Society. What could I, a mere teacher, offer her? She nods and quietly slips out the door, closing it with a soft click behind her.
I rest my head against the door, willing my breath to slow and my heart to calm down. This really is for the best. She’s becoming way too entrenched into my life. I should have never claimed her in the first place. I was happy with the way everything was before she came into my life. Slamming my fist against the door, I breathe in the pain, letting the sharp sting soothe my mind.