Teacher's Toy (Loftry University Playthings 1)

Professor Richards

He's going to shrink me. I just know it. Andrew leans over, trying to convince me to observe protocol. But why the hell should I? I knew he was a cold bastard, but anyone could clearly see that Melody was running for her life, and anything I can do to put her at ease is a good thing. Already her body is less stiff. Her arms lie easily in her restraints. Could the same thing be achieved with my mask still on? Quite possibly, but I didn't want to take that chance. My heartbeat gradually returns to its normal cadence. When she fled earlier, my heart just about ripped itself from my chest.

I glare down at her. What type of sorcery is she wielding over me? Never once have I broken protocol. Of their own accord, my hand slides down and curls around her throat. Her pulse flutters through my fingertips, filling me with power. I watch every move she makes, every breath, every twitch. She lays there, her body still relaxed, even as I tighten my grip. It could be at this point, nothing will scare her. Now that I'm not going to kill her. A quiet chuckle reverberates through my brain. She really does have an active imagination.

"If I release you, you must promise me that you won't run again." Her teeth worry her bottom lip. What's going on in that brain of hers? I squeeze even tighter, delighting in the small gasps that eke from her mouth. After a moment or two, she nods her head, the movement so slight I almost miss it. Nodding to the four men, I lean back up and pull Andrew to the side.

"What the hell is the matter with you?" he hisses, looking back and forth between Melody and me. "You know the rules. They're here for a reason."

I shrug, feigning a nonchalance that I don't feel. Maybe he'll buy it. By the set of his jaw, probably not. "Look, what do you want me to say? She was hysterical."

"Hysterical, yes, but not anywhere near mental damage. You didn't have to comfort her."

Electric blue eyes clash with mine as we stand there, silently battling it out. "You're a twisted fuck. You know that?"

Smirking, he bends at the waist. "When have I ever conveyed otherwise?"

Running my hand through my hair, I sigh and look back over at Melody. The jocks angle her into position at the Saint Andrew's cross in the corner, and she struggles against their grip. Chase grabs her just a touch too roughly as he yanks her arm up to the cuff. Red flashes before my vision, and I move to put an end to this when Andrew grabs my arm and pulls me back.

"What has gotten into you? You've never acted like this during initiation before." He follows my gaze to Melody's writhing body, the chains glinting in the candlelight. A slow smirk eases across his mouth. "You know, I may petition to sample her first. With a fear instinct like hers, I'm sure she'd be a huddled mass at my feet in no time. Pity though, she probably won't be much of a challenge."

Flexing my fist, I take a step back from him. I can't lose my cool. Not in front of The Society. I'll be cast out, and no one will be there to protect her. My brain lights up at that realization. The moment Andrew takes a step forward, my body jerks into action. "If it pleases The Society," I intone loudly, cutting off Andrew's trek over to John, "I present this woman, Melody Davenport, for initiation into our society. She has been found guilty of cheating and has submitted to the first portion of her punishment."

Her small whimper cuts through the silence when I pause. She pulls again at the restraints, her body quivering with fear. The beast inside me prowls around, snapping his fury. My entire body tightens and coils as I stalk my way across the room. No one better fucking get in between her and me if they have any sort of intelligence. In a few strides, I make it back to her side and stroke the cloak again, letting her know that I'm here. I block her body with my own as I address The Society.

"Though this is not normal protocol, I wish to claim her as my own and take upon myself all the responsibilities that come with it."

Titters of noise deafen the room. Andrew once again grabs my arm and pulls me to the side. I yank myself from his grip, leveling him with a glare. "You fucking lay one hand on her, and you'll have me to contend with." He backs away, his hands raised in the air.

Looking up at John, I nod my head, seeing to him for permission to do this. A deep sigh heaves his chest, and he stares at me for a moment before shaking his head. "This is indeed an odd request, especially coming from you. But I'll allow it. Are you prepared to claim her tonight?"

My cock leaps forward in my pants. Turning, I run my hand down Melody's exposed arm, feeling the soft satin under my fingertips. Something in me shifts as I hear the quiet sniffles she's so desperately trying to hide. My mind goes feral. Letting go of her arm, I step away from her. I don't need her to see or feel me like this. Pacing for a moment, I look back up at John, my lips set into a thin line. I detest this whole situation. I detest how easily this girl managed to trap me, but most of all, I detest that gleam Andrew has in his eyes. "I'm prepared."

He claps his hands in front of him, his lips twisting up into a wry smile. "I guess then let the festivities begin." Pausing for a moment, he strokes his chin, keeping his eyes on me. "You do know that we still have to initiate her, yes?"

Anger burns in my stomach as I take in the lecherous smiles and hard, glinting eyes. "Yes. I do. But seeing as she's now mine, I'm the only one allowed to penetrate her." Melody whimpers behind me. I know these words aren't helping her at all, but they must be said, or she'll never be safe. Soft murmurs reach my ear, and I see Andrew whispering to her out of the corner of my eye. I take a step towards them, my entire being vibrating. Two of the jocks wrap their beefy arms about mine and hold me back. It takes every ounce not to howl in fierce rage. Turning towards me, Andrew smirks and leans up.

"You'll find that she's much more agreeable now."

"What did you do to her?" My words seethe out of me as I jerk against the meatheads.

"I didn't touch her. That was your only stipulation. I merely suggested what other alternatives waited for her if she didn't settle down and submit to you."

"I can control her well enough without your mumbo jumbo."

"Just trying to help, Jeremy. Oh, and do come by and see me soon. This behavior is not like you. I'd like to help you get to the bottom of it."

"Fuck off!"

"Suit yourself." Andrew shrugs and melts into the faceless crowd.

After a few deep breaths, the arms around me loosen. "You good, Boss?"

I nod, not trusting myself to speak. Hurrying to her side, I lay my body against Melody, pouring my heat into her chilled skin. Her pulse pounds through her back and into me. I could kill Andrew right now. Brushing her hair to the side, I lean down and nip at the shell of her ear. "Don't pay him any mind. He gets paid the big bucks to scare little girls into submission. I have my own methods." Melody shivers against me, grinding her hips against my engorged shaft. Groaning, I fist her hair and pull her head back. "Please be a good girl for me tonight. I don't want to give anyone a reason to take you from me."

She licks her lower lip and nods, her eyes still wide. Her body is so small and fragile, fitting perfectly against my frame. Inhaling deeply, I step back and rip the cloak from her body. Her soft squeak as she huddles against the cross is adorable, but this mouse won't be allowed to hide tonight. Not after forcing my hand with her scared gasps and tiny whimpers. My cock throbs as I take in her naked form. All of her is now mine. My beast purrs in satisfaction as I go through the list of all the things I want to do to her.

Thankfully, now that she's mine, I have more than enough time to drag things out. We're on my time schedule now. And once I've had my fill of her, I'll release her back to The Society, but at least she'll know more about herself and what she likes. Sure, maybe if I tell myself that lie over and over, it will finally sound like the truth. Cracking my knuckles, I remove my own cloak, letting it flutter to the ground. A submissive shuffles over and picks it up, taking it out of the way. I don't even have to look hard to know who it is. When is Chelsea going to understand that it's over between us? I need to talk to John about her and get her assigned to someone soon. Her obsession is not healthy at all. With a snap of my finger, I hold open my palm and wait silently for the whip.

"Melody has confessed her wrongdoing and has submitted to her initial punishment. As her owner, I'll administer the last of it and prepare her for initiation." The whips uncoil in my hand, and the tip brushes along the floor. Excitement surges through my body as I palm the warm leather. I lift my arm up and snap it down, bringing the tip close to Melody's ear, letting the crack explode into sound next to her. She shrieks and jerks away, only to have me pop it next to her other ear. On and on, we play this game of cat and mouse until I can't stand it any further. Aiming for her ample backside, I let the cracker land on her skin, still pink in some areas from her earlier paddling.