Chapter 16
Melody
I tightenmyself up as small as I can in his arms as he whisks me away. My heart still thuds rapidly in my chest. I try to slow my breathing, but everything is happening too fast. Professor Richards tightens his grip around me as we wander our way through the maze. After a bit, my breathing slows, and I inhale his scent, letting it wash over me. What does all this mean? My brain whirls about, thinking of everything and landing on nothing. Tears prick my eyes as I realize he must now know the truth.
Leaning up, I look up at him, frowning as I notice the hood. I inch my fingers up and tug at it, gasping when he looks down. Only his eyes are visible in the moonlight. The silvery eyes that arrested my heart from the moment I first saw him. He slips off the mask and smiles down at me, his lips quirked up in a lopsided grin. After just a second of staring at me, he rips the mask off my face and tosses it to the ground. Cool air washes over me, filling my lungs. Pausing for a moment, he bends down and brushes his lips against mine in a soft kiss before continuing our trek. After several minutes, we finally arrive at his car. He sets me down and opens the door, letting me settle inside before closing me in and getting into the driver's side. We drive in silence for a bit until he passes by the road that takes me to the dorm.
Emotions and thoughts come and go, rapid-fire to my brain. If he knows the truth, why doesn’t he say anything? Does he still think I’m to blame? I twist my hands into the fabric of my cloak. Am I still unowned? My heart pricks and tears start to gather. Looking up, I send up every prayer I can. My feelings for him haven’t wavered. I still desire him with every ounce of me. What would I do if he decided to be done with me forever?
"The dorm is that way." I point to the road as we pass by, my words sticking in my throat.
He glances over then back at the main road. "We're not going to the dorm."
My heart flutters at his words. Where is he taking me? Scenes from crime shows flit through my brain, and I stifle a chuckle. If he didn’t kill me during initiation, why would he drag me out to the middle of nowhere to do the job? With a sigh, we fall back into a tense silence. There's so much between us that's not being said, but I don't even know where to start. Gnawing on my bottom lip, I watch as trees whip by us. The college is in our rearview, and where we're going next, I can't even fathom.
A few more minutes, down the road, and he turns off onto a winding side street that leads to a cute but plain two-story house. He parks the car and gets out, opening my door and clutching my hand as I exit. With a hurried pace, he drags me up the walkway and through the front door, only pausing long enough to close and lock it. In a flurry of motion, he whirls me around and slams me against the wood before his lips descend upon mine. His lips are ravenous as he devours me. Licking my seam, he waits for my gasp before plunging in, completely claiming it as his own.
Need claws down my spine and settles low into my core. The whines and moans flowing out of me should embarrass me, but all I can think about is his body pressed to mine, his hands touching, teasing, pulling at my skin. He tears the robe off of me, letting it flutter to the floor before scooping me into his arms and walking me up the stairs. Within moments we are in a bedroom near the stairwell. Professor Richards tosses me on the bed before easing out of his robe. He pulls out a slender metal circle and lays it on the foot of the bed before slowly divesting his pants.
He eases the belt through the buckle, taking his time as he pulls it through each loop. I groan as I watch his striptease. I've been without him far too long. Finally, he's completely naked, his cock hard and ready for me. With a crook of his finger, he motions for me to come towards him. On all fours, I crawl across the bed, stopping when I'm at the edge.
"I'm sorry I doubted you," he whispers, his voice thick and hoarse. "I'm going to make sure I make it to where you'll never even think of another person." His hands are warm and comforting as he grasps my face. "I neglected you for far too long. I convinced myself that I didn't need or want you. But trust me, baby, I need you more than anything in this world." He scoops my hair, baring my neck. "Hold this." I grab my hair, waiting expectantly. The cold metal shocks my skin, sending zips of shivers through my body. For a moment, it remains frigid around my neck then gradually matches my body temperature. "I should have done this from day one," he admits, sliding a finger around the collar. "Now that I've claimed you properly, I suggest you show your appreciation." His eyes glint in the light as he looks down on me, but now there's something else behind it, something warm.
Hope blooms in my chest. Finally! I finger the collar around my neck, letting the emotions whirl through me. His love and acceptance fill me with warmth, and I bask in the glow. For once, I feel truly at peace, genuinely cared for, and cherished. A wide grin crosses my mouth as I look up at him, hoping to convey all my feelings in this one look. His strong fingers tousle my hair before fisting it into his hands and bringing my face down to his cock.
Groaning, I slide my cheek against his shaft, nuzzling into his warmth. His scent fills my nose and clouds my brain. Slowly, I skim my lips over his head before darting my tongue out to lap at the drop of precum from his tip. Salty and masculine. He groans loud and long as he fists my hair in his hands and drags me further down onto his cock. I take him as far down as I can go, stopping just before he gags me. Breathing deep, I force myself to calm and ease down even lower, taking him all the way into my throat. Soft curses litter the air as I bob up and down on his shaft. He thrusts into my mouth, holding my head still and taking his pleasure. After a few strokes, he pulls out. Whimpering, I chase his dick with my mouth, stopping when he grabs me by the hair and holds me back.
Chuckling, he pushes me further onto the bed and leans over me, enveloping me with his arms. I snuggle into his chest for a moment before peppering him with small kisses. For the first time since I can remember, a quiet peace flows through me. I sigh as his hands grip my hips, letting the small bite of pain traveling through my body, awakening my nerves.
Grinning down at me, he flips me onto my stomach and yanks up on my hips. "Guess what, little mouse?" he whispers against my spine, his soft breath tickling my skin. "You officially belong to me now. I'm going to use your pretty body in ways that you can't even fathom. And you know what you're going to do about it?" My breaths come in gasps, my whole body and alive and tingling. "You're going to say, 'Yes Professor,' and take everything I give you."
Arousal trickles down my thighs as I bury my face into the blankets, trying to hide the flush creeping into my face. "Yes, Professor." He surges forward, filling me up in one long stroke. We moan in unison as he starts to piston in and out of me. My body coils deep within me. Groaning, I push back against him, meeting him stroke for stroke. Obscene noises fill the room as he fucks me long and hard. Reaching down, he finds my clit and strums in back and forth with his fingertips. Mewling, I grip the sheets, trying so desperately to reach my peak. But it's not enough. He's just barely brushing against me.
"Beg for it, Mouse," he growls, gripping my hips and yanking me back on top of him. His hard hand delivers a swift blow to my ass. First on one cheek, then the other.
The burn seeps down into me, igniting the fire already stirring up inside of me. "Please, oh please," I chant, rocking hard onto his pelvis. He reaches down again, this time, finding my clit and pinching it tightly, sending a shaft of pleasure and pain exploding inside me. Yelling out, I collapse against the bed as he continues to ride me hard, chasing his own release. After a few more hard thrusts, he groans my name and grips my hips tightly to him, grinding up against my ass as he empties himself inside me.
"Fuck me," he whispers, holding me close against his body. Heaving breaths tag-team between he and I. As I breathe in, he’s breathing out. We stay like that for a few minutes, his warm embracing filling every inch of my cold and broken heart. Finally, I feel like I belong.
His lips curl up against my back as he grinds against me for a few moments before pulling out. "Stay right there."
His footsteps pad back away for a moment, and the sound of water meets my ears. He stays in the bathroom for a few minutes before coming back up behind me. The warm washcloth feels good against me, the rough scrape sending pleasure cascading back through my body.
"Hungry for more already?" Leaning forward, he skims my bottom lip with his thumb. I open my mouth and draw his thumb inside, sucking on it for a moment, delighting in his soft groans.
Smirking, I release his thumb with a pop. "Up to the challenge, Professor?"
"Always," he murmurs against my lips.
The End