Professor Richards

I almost lost myself for a moment. When I look into her fathomless eyes, it’s so easy to fall into those depths, but I can’t. I can’t let her affect me like this. Watching her leave my office, a sharp prick of discomfort goes up my spine and into my heart. I want nothing more than to drag her back to my side and keep her with me all afternoon. Licking my bottom lip, I imagine the salty taste of her tears as I grip the cane marks. Or would I be nice and let my tongue travels those small lines and drink in her whimpers instead?

Walking over to the door, I prepare to call her back into my office, but I stop short. My fingers grip the door frame as Chase, that stupid upstart, hurries after my Melody. Surely, he can't be that stupid. He was there at the ceremony. White creeps into my vision. His fingers plucking at those rosy nipples that belong to me - only me - leaving his disgusting cum on my woman’s chest. Every inch of her belongs to me, and he dared mark her then act like he's free to pursue her. I study the pair as they leave, noting that damnable blush creeping up into her face as she holds her skirt to her side. Is her blushing due to her circumstance or something Chase is saying? Either way, I don't like it. Chelsea watches the pair, her lips twitching. What am I going to do with her? She looks up at me, her face draining of all expression. I can't keep dealing with her like this. If only another member was interested in her. With a frown, I shove the door closed and erase her face from my view.

My brain is on fire as I pace around the room. I’ve only had her for a few days, and she’s already making eyes at someone else? Running a finger through my hair, I stop my pacing to stare out the window. Chase hovers nearby, not touching her exactly but not leaving her alone either. Bile churns in my gut as I watch her animated face glance up at him, her eyes lighting up as they talk. Her easy smile smooths over her lips as they share in some secret joke. She doesn’t know. Does she? There’s no way she could tell that Chase was there with her that night, pawing at her like she was worthless to him.

If she knew that, would she still be flirting and acting coy? The wood from my widow bites into my palms. Pulling back away, I stalk my room some more, trying to make sense of the feelings bombarding me. Is it just possession? Quite sure that’s a chunk. I’ve never been one to share my toys. Especially not with the overbearing apelike men in sports. A sneer turns up my lips. Deep down, though, there’s always that fear. Pretty girls always go for the jocks. Well, not this time. This time, the nerd will get his girl, and for once, there’s nothing they can do about it.

Storming back to my desk, I forcibly arrange my paper, bending several in the process. I’m usually the cool-headed one. I don’t fly off the handle. However, seeing Chase go after Melody when he damn well knows she belongs to me is almost too much. I want nothing more than to teach that asshole a lesson; however, there's nothing I can do until he actually goes after her. There’re no rules against being friends in a submissive. The lust in his eyes was hard to ignore, though.

I grab my papers and leave the room, needing a few moments to calm down and prepare for class. It’s going to be odd looking out over the crowd and not seeing her face. I allow my heart a small twinge as I walk down the hall.

* * *

The day trudgeson with no end in sight. Paper after paper, whining student after whining student. Sitting at my desk, I contemplate my options for the evening. No doubt, my little student is hard at work, pouring herself into her studies. Snorting at the vision of her in a teddy with glasses on while she recites historical facts, I grab a glass and fill it with a splash of brandy. More than likely, she’s lying in bed, nursing her wounds.

I down the drink in one gulp and push away. What is the point of wondering when I can know? We’ve only been apart for the day, and already I miss her. What does that say about us? Perhaps I just haven’t screwed her enough. Shaking my head, I walk out of the office and start heading down the familiar path to her dorm.

The house is silent, which isn’t much of a surprise. John put a lot of money into soundproofing each room. Easing my way up the stairs, I pause at her door, question my motives. I just want to fuck her. Right? My body says yes, but my heart fears it’s much more than that. I want to hear about how she spent her day. I want to see her eyes light up when I bring her some new form of pleasure. Surely that will eventually get old, but why not enjoy it right now?

The latch releases, and I open the door, revealing a darkened room inside. Frowning, I stare into the darkness. Where could she be? She doesn’t have a curfew, but that doesn’t mean she should be wandering around at night. It’s not safe. Perhaps she’s with one of the other submissives. The fear squeezing my heart lets go as that thought flows through me. That had to be it. For her sake, she better be with them and not Ackerman.

Rage has me gripping the knob so tight I’m worried I’m going to break it. As I turn to hunt her down, a soft snuffle reaches my ears. Straining in the darkness, I hear her faint snores. A stupid grin crosses my face as I close the door behind me and pad over to the bed. I don’t want to disturb her, so I feel my way about, sussing out which side of the bed she’s on. With that established, I take off my clothes, laying them on the nearby dresser, before pulling back the sheets and sliding in.

As I gather her into my arms, my world shifts again. This time, it feels right. I’ll have a talk with my heart tomorrow, but for now, I’ll draw her into me. She wiggles about as if she’s trying to get free, but instead, she turns and burrows deep into my side before her breathing evens back out. I run my fingers along her hair before closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep.

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