The Professor (2 page)

“Is it considered a cliché to want to bang the shit out of your Human Sexuality professor?” Sabrina Carson asked her roommate, Gina, the following Monday as she was getting ready for her tutoring session.

“Not when he looks like Professor Areleon. It’s like Ian Harding and Ian Somerhalder had a baby,” she sighed, a dreamy look in her eye. “It’s not fair to unleash all that hotness on the unsuspecting, horny college girl population like that. Besides, you’re over twenty-one, he cannot be a day over twenty-eight, if he weren’t your professor, he’d be in your dating pool. Hell, he could be in his thirties and he’d still tick every single box of what constitutes a quality lay.”

Sabrina pulled a pair of jeans from her closet and moved to put them on. “You can’t wear those,” Gina scoffed, yanking the jeans from her hands. “I will dis
own
you if you dress like a nun to this session, Sabrina.”

“Nuns don’t wear jeans, Gina,” she retorted.

“You know what I mean, don’t be obtuse,” her roommate said throwing two small pieces of clothing at her.

“I can’t wear these,” Sabrina shook her head, examining the tiny black pleated skirt and red halter top.

“Yes, you can, because if I can’t bang him, I’m going to live vicariously through you while you do,” Gina crossed her arms over her chest. “No panties under that skirt, hair down and your white cardigan undone over the shirt. Just a hint of sassy and sweet.”

“Kendra tried to seduce him last semester and he, not only, completely rejected her, he also failed her and got her put on academic probation!”

“That’s because Kendra was trying to talk him into changing her grade from a D to an A, Sabrina. Besides, you aren’t going to need to seduce him. He’s going to take one look at you in this outfit, you are going to strategically cross and uncross your legs in front of him, and he’s going to be buried so deep in your pussy before you can ask him what next week’s reading assignment is,” Gina spelled out.

Sabrina rolled her eyes and pulled on the clothes her roommate had given her. “I will concede to wearing this, just to prove to you that it’s not going to happen with him.”

“Whatever,” her roommate dismissed as Sabrina retrieved her bag and headed for the door. “Panties, Sabrina!”

With an exasperated sigh, Sabrina removed her panties from under her skirt and flicked them at a laughing Gina as she left for her appointment with her professor.

**

“Lateness will not be tolerated, Miss Carson,” Professor Areleon said, calmly as Sabrina appeared in his office doorway. He could already tell it was going to be a long night from the patent leather black heels that were in his line of vision. Slowly, he let his eyes follow her lean tan legs up to the tease of a skirt she wore. It barely covered the curve of her ass, and he wondered what nirvana he could find beneath it. He schooled his expression as his gaze fell on the scarlet halter barely visible under the cream cardigan buttoned mid-way and the swell of her breasts pushed up deliciously above the sloping neckline of her shirt. Her ash blonde hair spilled over one shoulder, her brown eyes bright and her cheeks were flushed as if she’d run to get there on time. “I can see from your panting that you did, at least, try to arrive on time. So I will let it go, but see that it doesn’t happen again. I’m not a fan of wasting my personal time,” he admonished.

“Yes, Sir,” she said, bowing her head and taking a seat on the chair just inside the doorway and directly across from his desk. Pulling her backpack from her back, she retrieved her books and crossed her legs.

“You won’t need your book right away,” he waved off her preparedness. “I need to get a feel for what you know and what sections you are lacking,” his pale blue eyes flashed to hers as he watched an involuntary shiver move through her body and she squirmed in her seat.

“Is that so?” she asked, leaning down to set the book on the floor and giving him an eyeful of her cleavage. His slacks tightened to new levels of discomfort. He didn’t think there was anything she could do to make him harder, but he was wrong. At that moment, as she sat up in her chair, she crossed her legs again and he caught a peek of blonde curls under her skirt. Holy shit.

“Miss Carson, did you forget your panties tonight?” he asked, suddenly sick of the tutoring pretense and eager to get to the real reason they both knew she was there. He couldn’t believe the innocent blush that settled on her cheeks at his question. “Answer me,” he commanded.

“No, Professor. I didn’t forget them,” she said, softly.

“Close the door, Sabrina,” he told her. “I want to get to the real reason you’ve requested tutoring.”

“Okay,” she nodded, standing and closing the oak door to his office.

“Lock it,” he directed and she obeyed before taking her seat again. “You have an A in my class, Miss Carson. In fact, you set the curve on Friday’s exam according to my grad students. What do you hope to get out of these sessions?”

“You,” she answered, a determined look in her caramel brown eyes.

“Then get over here and sit in front of me on my desk,” he instructed and she scrambled to comply. “Put your feet on the arm rests of my chair.” Sabrina tentatively did as he asked, keeping her knees together out of modesty. He almost moaned at how she could be so innocent and so wanton at the same time, it was intoxicating. When he finally allowed his hands to touch her, he started at her ankles, gliding up to her knees, gently easing them apart to get his first, unobstructed look at the most beautiful pussy he’d ever seen. “If you want me, Sabrina, I’m going to have to take back my dismissal of your tardiness, because it is unacceptable. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir. I didn’t mean to be late,” she said, remorsefully as his hands continued to slide toward the apex of her thighs. He felt her start to shake under his touch; she was more turned on by this than he could’ve ever hoped.

“You’ve scened before, haven’t you?” he asked, his fingers caressing the neatly trimmed curls under her skirt, denying her what she wanted.

“Yes, Sir,” she breathed a shuddered breath.

“I can’t say I’m not disappointed by this news, but I’m also not surprised. Did you know who I was?” he asked, moving his hands further from her desire, to her inner thighs.

“No, Sir, but I suspected. I’ve never been attracted to a man who wasn’t in the Scene,” she confessed.

“I won’t be your first, but you can be sure I’ll be your last,” he threatened, finally breeching her with his finger hard and rough, giving her just a small taste of his possession. The low moan from the back of her throat had him fighting to stay in control. She needed to be punished, and he knew just how. “I want to spank you for your tardiness, but since we are in my office in a very busy building, I’m going to fuck you against my desk, hard and rough. You will not make a noise and you will not come. If you fail this test, we’ll be done,” he decreed, but knowing that he didn’t know if he could walk away from her and all he saw in her potential to please him. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Professor,” she nodded, watching his fingers still fucking her, but slower than before.

“Good,” he nodded, pulling his fingers away. “Stand up and free my cock from my pants. There is a condom in the top drawer beside you. After I’m prepared, turn around and bend over the desk, cheek to the blotter.”

As she moved to follow his commands, he knew this was going to be a fruitful arrangement for both of them. He hadn’t needed to tell her twice and when she pulled his dick from his boxers an electric shock flowed through every cell in his body. She’d already mastered when to call him Sir and when to call him Professor. As she laid herself across his desk, her skirt did nothing to conceal her dripping cunt and the milky white globes of her perfect ass. He knew she’d been made specifically for him as he massaged her exposed cheeks roughly.

**

Closing her eyes, she tried to get herself under control to suppress the moans his touch prompted. She felt his cock at her entrance and another wave of moisture flooded her system. Orgasm denial was usually something she excelled at, but she wasn’t sure she could pull herself back from the brink of arousal he’d already inspired.

“Has anyone claimed you here, my student?” he asked, still kneading her ass.

“No, Professor,” she said.

“Then you’ve never been fully claimed,” he informed her before finally slamming into her, the desk biting at her hips. “This news pleases me,” he growled before pulling back and slamming into her again, this time all the way to the hilt. She closed her eyes again, reveling in his possession of her. Nothing had ever felt as good as his cock pulsing deep in her, his hands yanking her back as he took her.

“Open your eyes, girl, look over your shoulder at me,” he commanded, a hand leaving her waist to wrap her hair around his wrist and pulling her back to him again. The ferocity and determination she saw in his face as he rode her, made it increasingly difficult to follow his command to stay quiet and she felt every muscle in her body start to tighten, involuntarily. “Fight it,” he said through gritted teeth as his cock continued to swell inside her. “Fight it, my beautiful pupil,” he growled as she felt him start to pulse inside her and she knew he was coming, even though he’d done it nearly soundless. “Your cunt is like a drug, Miss Carson. So tight, so hot, like a beacon,” he praised. “You did well,” he caressed the hair he’d been pulling and leaned over to kiss her neck. “I think we’ll be very good together, what do you think? You may talk now.”

“I agree, Sir,” she panted her answer; her legs like gelatin, the burn in her stomach from her denied pleasure was painful, but deserved. She looked forward to the release he’d provide when he decided she was so forgiven for her transgression.

“Do you understand now that I will not tolerate lateness?” he asked, clarifying her lesson.

“Yes, Professor,” she answered, turning to look at him so that he could see she’d understood her punishment.

“Good, you may stand up and dispose of the condom. Make sure it is wrapped securely in the tissues on my bookshelf. I wouldn’t want to have to explain anything to poor Mrs. Fielding, the building’s cleaning lady,” he told her, giving her the same dark smile he used when she’d asked to be tutored. He tucked himself back into his pants after she’d removed the condom from his, still, semi-hard dick and sat in his desk chair. She felt his eyes on her as she followed his instructions explicitly.

“Have a seat in your chair, Sabrina,” Professor Areleon said, calling her attention back to him. “Legs apart, I want to see the moisture I left on your unsatisfied pussy. I want to see the ache I’ve left you with. You won’t touch yourself or relieve yourself in any way. I will give you your release when you prove you’ve learned your lesson, do you understand?”

“Yes, Professor,” she said, her breath coming in pants again.

“Good, now, Wednesday,” he instructed. “I want you naked, behind the curtain of my lectern before class begins, on your knees and ready to receive my cock in your mouth. I want to feel myself in the back of your throat when I come, so make sure you are prepared. If you prove yourself to me this way, I will help you with your problem,” he explained.

“I understand, Sir. I will be there,” she assured.

“Then you are dismissed,” he stated, matter of fact, signaling that she could take her leave. As she stood to gather her belongings and headed toward the door, she could feel his heat against her back. “Miss Carson, you forgot something,” he said, his breath hot on her neck, prompting her to turn to him again.

“I did, Sir?” she asked, looking into his pale blue eyes.

“Yes,” he said, pulling her mouth to his by the nape of her neck, pushing his tongue between her lips, crushing her body to his in a soul searing kiss. Just as her tongue moved to join his, he released her and she instantly felt bereft. “Until Wednesday, my student,” he said as a promise, trailing his hand from the back of her neck to her collarbone, looking at her again, quiet reverence present in his eyes.

After a night of dreams that included knowing exactly how the Professor felt buried deep inside of her, the pain in her stomach was nearly unbearable, but she only had to make it through one more day and she would have what she needed, what she was starting to crave.

“Shit,” Gina said, tossing her brown locks over her shoulder as she handed Sabrina a cup of much needed coffee. “You look like hell. How’d everything go with Professor Way Too Hot last night?” she asked, making herself at home on Sabrina’s bed. “You were passed out by the time I got home from Ethan’s last night.”

“Fine, we discussed last week’s midterm exam and his expectations for the remainder of the semester,” she shrugged, taking a sip of the coffee.

“That’s it?” Gina frowned. “Did we waste that super-hot outfit on him?”

“No,” Sabrina shook her head. “It definitely affected him, but he’s a professional, Gina,” she smiled, knowing that exactly
how
professional the Professor was.

“So we try again?” her roommate’s eyes lit up at the possibility.

“No, we let it go,” she disagreed. “It’s okay. It was just a pipe dream anyway.”

“Well, then, get your ass out of bed and get to class, then, because tonight, we’re finding you a new hottie,” Gina informed her, taking Sabrina’s coffee from her hand and setting it on her desk across the room.