Professor Daddy (Dark Daddies 5)

I hate myself for forcing her to sneak anywhere. I wish we could do this in the open, like normal people, the way she deserves.

I need to figure my shit out, and fast.

Outside, it’s a bit chilly. I cut across the main grassy area, ignoring the students around me. They look so fucking young, it’s absurd. I head to my office, a little room at the top floor of the engineering building.

I open the old, worn door and shut it softly behind me. It’s mostly empty, just a bookshelf, a big desk, and a filing cabinet. I have some books, some papers, and a computer. Otherwise, the room’s pretty bare.

I sit down on the old, springy office chair and sigh. I can’t stop thinking about Clara, even though I know I need to.

The idea of getting caught with her is pretty fucking bad. Not only would it fuck with my reputation and ruin my project, it would ripple out and affect all of my business ventures. Everything I’ve built would be injured.

But then again, the idea of stopping…

That feels fucking worse.

Running into Roman last night was a reality check.

But it wasn’t enough to stop me.

I know it, deep down. Even if I’m in this office, pretending like I don’t want to see her.

I turn to my computer and start answering emails. They’re never-ending, but need attention anyway. I get through the bulk of them before there’s a soft knock at my door.

It takes me a second to realize that I have office hours right now.

“Come in,” I call out, expecting one of the suck-ups from class, maybe even Howard or Coop.

Instead, it’s her. It’s fucking her. Of course it’s her.

Clara smiles at me, a little uncertainly. “Professor? Sorry to bother you.”

“It’s okay,” I say. “Come in, shut the door.”

She shuts the door behind her. Innocent Clara. Not-so-innocent Clara.

I stand up as she comes into the room. “I wanted to ask you about last night,” she says softly.

“I’m sorry about that,” I say. “I didn’t expect Roman to be there.”

“Of course. I mean, he didn’t…?” She frowns a little.

“No, definitely not,” I say.

She looks relieved. I realize she was probably worrying about this ever since we parted ways.

Idiot, Jason. Next time, tell her what’s going on.

“Good,” she says, smiling. “I thought for a second…” She shrugs a little. “I snuck out the back.”

I walk over to her, eyes staring into hers. I hate that she had to sneak out of there. I hate that I put her in that position. I should’ve been more careful, or at least told her what was happening.

I take her hips and slowly back her up against the door. She blinks at me as I press my body against hers and reach past to lock the door.

The lock takes with a loud click.

She looks at me. “Professor,” she says softly.

I shake my head. “That’s not what I want you to call me,” I whisper. I lean down, hands on her hips. I push the bottom of her sweater up slightly to feel her skin under my warm palms.

She bits her lip as I kiss her neck. “What do you want me to call you?” she asks.

“Are you sure you’re ready?”

“I don’t know,” she admits. “But I want to be.”

“I need you to be ready.” I reach up, take her hair in my fist. I hold it tight, pull slightly. She gasps, exposes her throat to me. I kiss her softly.

“For what?”

“To do whatever I ask,” I say. “If you want this, if you want to be with me… if you want me to take care of you…”

“I have to do what you say,” she repeats.

“Unquestioning. Every single word I say is law.”

“You’ll be my law,” she says.

I smirk and lean back. I put a hand against her throat. “I’ll be your Daddy.”

She blinks, bites her lip. “Daddy?”

“That’s right. I want you to call me Daddy.”

“I can do that,” she whispers.

“Say it.”

“Daddy.” The word comes out like silk.

I kiss her lips, hand dropping back to her hips. I kiss her harder, pinning her against the door. My blood is up, rushing through my ears. I can feel how hard my cock is, straining against my pants.

I pull her away from the door, unable to help myself. I’m undressing her as we stumble back to my desk. Her sweater and bra end up on the floor, along with my shirt. I unbutton her jeans, turn her around, and bend her over.

She puts her palms flat on the top of my desk as I drop to my knees and tug her jeans over her plump ass. She watches me over her shoulder as her perfect little pussy appears, like unwrapping a fucking present.

I cock my head. “You’re not wearing any panties.”

“I took them off.” She wiggles her hips. “Do you… like it?”