Professor Daddy (Dark Daddies 5)

“You shouldn’t have to be.”

She just shrugs and saves her work before turning off her screen. “I guess not, but I can’t change the world.”

“Maybe not yet.” I cock my head. “What do you think we’re doing here, though?”

She laughs and stands up. “Changing the world through VR games? I don’t know about that.”

“Games?” I grin at her. “I never mentioned games.”

She hesitates a second. I walk over to my desk and grab my bag, putting it on top of the table and resting up against it.

Clara comes wandering toward me. “What’s the point of this then?”

“To make VR run easily on cheap and simple hardware. We’re in the optimization business.”

“VR is mostly for games,” she points out.

“Yes, mostly. But not entirely. And true VR games in the future are going to be very, very different from what we know today.”

“Maybe,” she says softly, shrugging. “Doesn’t matter to me.”

“Not a gamer?”

“Not really.”

“Yeah, me neither.”

She chews her lip, still lingering nearby. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

“It’s just…” She hesitates a second. I like this awkwardness from her. She looks almost vulnerable, sexy, her full lips pursed slightly as she searches for the words.

“You’re rich and famous, right?” she says.

I grin at that. “Right.”

She smiles a little. “So why are you here, at Monray? We’re a tiny school. You could be anywhere, but you’re here.”

I cock my head. “Do you think I should be somewhere else?”

“I don’t know,” she admits. “You’d have a deeper pool of people to draw from.”

“Maybe,” I admit. “But that’s not what I’m looking for.”

“What are you looking for, Jason?”

She steps closer to me. I feel my heart beating faster as she looks into my eyes. She’s so fucking pretty, and I feel like this moment is taking a strange turn.

“I’ve had success,” I say softly. “I know what it’s like to be at the top of the world. I don’t need that anymore. I need something else.”

“What do you need?” she asks softly.

“Risk,” I say, smirking gently. “Is that what you want, Clara?”

“Risk? I don’t know. I never thought about it before.”

“Risk is everything,” I tell her. “It’s what makes us feel alive. If nothing is at stake, then nothing is worth doing. We need to risk something if we really want it to feel good.”

I stand up, stepping closer to her. She blinks and looks up at me. I can feel my pulse pounding in my chest.

This is one of those moments. I can feel it, deep in my chest. It’s one of those moments where I can make a different choice, see if my life can keep going the way it’s been going.

Or I can take a risk. Take a chance. Make myself feel alive.

Take what I fucking want.

She looks up at me. “I think I know what you mean,” she says. “Playing it safe… it’s easy. It doesn’t lead anywhere.”

“No, it doesn’t. Risk is what can make or break a person, but it’s so worth it.” I step closer to her and she doesn’t move. Her lips party slightly. “Do you want to hear something very risky?” I ask.

She nods slightly, her hair falling around her face. “Tell me.”

“I can’t stop looking at you, Clara. I know it’s wrong… I know it’s a huge risk. But I can’t help it.”

She looks surprised for a second, but tilts her chin up toward me. “I don’t mind,” she says finally.

I step closer, put my hand against her cheek, and kiss her.

I think I surprise myself just as much as I surprise Clara. I didn’t expect this to happen, not this way.

But for some reason, the moment felt right. It was a charge between the two of us, the way she stepped toward me, the way she cocked her head in my direction. I could sense what she was thinking.

We both wanted this. At least, I know I wanted it.

I kiss her full and deep, tasting her on my tongue. It’s sweet, clean, delicious. I pull her tighter against me and I feel her draw a sharp breath before putting her arms around my neck.

We kiss like that, deep and slow. I can feel my cock getting hard, my blood pumping through my veins. I love feeling her tight against me, her lips on mine.

I’ve kissed hundreds of women in my life, tasted plenty of them, but this…

It’s wrong. It’s a risk.

It’s absolutely fucking incredible.

We break apart and she’s breathing fast, her face flushed.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” I say softly.

“It’s okay,” she says quickly. “I mean, I wanted you to.”

“Good,” I say, smirking. “I thought you did.”

“But you’re right. I mean, it’s bad, right?”

“Right,” I say gently. “It’s a big risk.”

“But it feels good, right?”

I stare at her, excitement coursing through my veins.

I want her right here, right now. I want to push her down onto this table and fuck her deep and slow. I want to feel that young, tight, vibrant cunt wrapped around my big, thick cock. I want to hear her pant and moan my name.