The Professor (3 page)

“That’s dirty pool, taking my coffee like that,” she glared as she threw the covers back. “And I’m not interested in trolling for dudes tonight. I picked up an extra credit assignment from the Professor last night, so I’m going to be busy with that for a while.”

“You are no fun, Sabrina.”

“I promise, we’ll go out and cut loose as soon as our last final is finished in December. Agreed?” she offered.

“Fine,” Gina rolled her eyes and grabbed her bag. “But I’m hoping your pressure valve gets released soon, you’re kind of acting like a bitch lately. You need to get laid!” she announced as she left the room again, presumably headed to class, though with Gina, you never knew where she’d end up.

Opening her closet, she looked over her wardrobe, wondering if she’d run into Professor Areleon today. They hadn’t discussed rules or proper dress or even if their relationship would go beyond a few casual scenes, but she found herself wanting to wear something she knew would please him.

She wasn’t harboring any delusions that he’d want to collar her, though. After all, he was still her teacher and could lose his job over what they’d done last night, over what he was planning for tomorrow. Carefully, she chose a knee length black skirt and blue knit v neck t-shirt to put over her white lace bra and panty set. As she dressed, Sabrina lamented the fact that, although, she was preparing herself for the possibility of a scene, she wasn’t guaranteed one until tomorrow.

“Hey, Sabrina,” a voice brought her out of the funk she’d been in since she’d left her room to trek to class. Looking up, she found the disheveled blonde hair of Stephen Touns, an adorable boy she’d tried to date earlier in the semester. Unfortunately, she found them to be entirely incompatible. It wasn’t that she couldn’t do vanilla relationships, if the right person came along. She was definitely open to it, but Stephen was more submissive than she was in bed, which made things way too boring. Submissive wasn’t quite the right word for what Stephen was, more timid, because although she was, definitely, a bottom, she wasn’t afraid to ask for what she wanted in bed. The thrill of the possibility of denial made her tingle in ways she wanted to explore further, and with Professor Areleon.

“Hey, Stephen,” she smiled into his dark brown eyes. “What’s up?”

“Nothing,” he says, shooting me a mischievous grin. “I was just thinking about you, and there you were. I’d say it was kismet.”

The grin coupled with his words about fate cause a laugh to spill out of her lips. Stephen narrowed his eyes briefly at the reaction. “Oh, Stephen,” she chuckled. “How is it kismet when you know that we have this class every Tuesday and Thursday at this time? But you get points for creativity.”

“Miss Carson,” a dangerous voice rung out behind her and she knew things were about to get a lot more interesting as she turned to face Professor Areleon’s angry scowl. The glint in his eyes held a promise that she’d been hoping for. He was about to claim her in the only way he could in front of another student. Her pulse raced as he moved to join her and Stephen at the thought that she might soon be his.

**

“Yes, Sir?” Sabrina asked, immediately falling into her role which took the edge off his anger only slightly. Did she not realize the severity of what had transpired between them last night? He may not have collared her right then and there, but she was being auditioned. He could see that she’d taken their encounter seriously because she was already following rules they hadn’t discussed yet.

“Miss Carson, do you have a moment? It seems we didn’t clarify everything about the assignment I gave you during tutoring yesterday,” he barked. “I’d hate for you to lose the opportunity you’ve been given because of a misunderstanding.”

“Absolutely, Professor,” she agreed readily, pulling herself away from her conversation to stand beside him, where she belonged. “Can you grab the notes for me, Stephen? I picked up this great extra credit opportunity and I’d hate to lose it,” she explained to the asshole who’d been flirting with her a few seconds ago.

“Of course, Sabrina, I’d be happy to,” he nodded like he was her own personal puppy dog and the remainder of the Professor’s agitation faded away. Stephen was not someone he needed to worry about. His little pupil wasn’t looking for a puppy dog; she was looking for a pit bull, which was a role he was happy to fill for her.

“Great,” he nodded, stoically. “Miss Carson?” he said, gesturing for her to fall in beside him as they walked toward his office. As soon as they crossed the threshold, he shut the door and pushed her against the solid oak, roughly, his free hand reaching under her skirt and yanking her panties down. “What was that, Miss Carson? I don’t like to see my student having such conversations,” he hissed, his finger teasing her clit at his words. He knew she was ready to boil over with frustration because she was already shaking under his ministrations.

“Stephen approached me, Sir. I was just being nice,” she explained. “Aside from my current orders regarding class tomorrow, I wasn’t sure how far our arrangement extended,” she panted out.

“That’s not entirely true now, is it, my pupil?” he asked, breeching her with two fingers and fucking her so hard she was digging her fingers into his shoulders to stay upright. “You still don’t have permission to come.”

“If it pleases you, Sir,” she whispered.

“Look at how you’ve prepared yourself for the slight possibility of seeing me today, even though I’d say I’ve never run into you on campus aside from the days you have my class,” the calmness of his words did not reflect his feelings as he mercilessly continued to pound his fingers into her, adding a third, causing her head to loll back against the door.

“Please, Sir,” she begged, her whole body shaking with suppressed desire. “
Please
.”

“I’m not usually a man to change my plans, but seeing you today, dressed as you are, and speaking to the boy who would follow you around like a dutiful golden retriever, I’m inclined to say yes, but not quite yet,” he said through clinched teeth, pulling his fingers from her body just as swiftly as he’d impaled her. Her soft gasps and pleas had his cock straining against his pants, begging for its own release. As he stepped away from her, she sagged against the door in order to stay upright. “Take off your shirt, Miss Carson,” he graveled out and his dick twitched as she didn’t even hesitate to lift her shirt over her head and threw it toward the chair she’d teased him from the night before. “I’ve had a front row seat to the wonders of your cunt, my student, but I have yet to gaze upon what lies under that beautifully virginal bra you’re wearing.”

Sabrina moved to take off the bra, but he stopped her with a harsh look. “Did I ask you to take it off yet?”

“No, Sir,” she looked down, ashamed.

“While I am pleased at your dress today, do not anticipate my orders before I give them. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” she peeked at him through her lashes, her mouth parted deliciously as she struggled to pull air into her lungs.

Reaching out, he pulled on her full bottom lip. “I can’t wait until this is wrapped around my cock tomorrow,” he said, continuing to trace the line of her mouth with his soiled finger. “Can you taste yourself on me? Can you smell what I do to you?” Letting out an incoherent sound of arousal, a shudder wracked through her body at his touch. “You may take off your bra now,” he instructed and the bra flew over his shoulder seconds later. “Now the skirt, unzip it and let it fall to your feet, then prepare me the way you did last night. Condom is in my front pocket.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, rushing to complete his assigned tasks, but her excitement had her hands fumbling more this time. He made not of how her denied orgasm made her ravenous with want. When she’d sheathed him, he captured her wrists in one of his hands and yanked them above her head, pushing her back against the solid oak door. Lifting her leg around his hip, he slowly fed his cock into her soaked pussy. She was already close to detonation, but he wasn’t willing to let her come just yet.

“Do you feel that?” he asked as he slid deeper into her hot channel. “That’s me, taking complete possession of you, my student.”

“Yes, Professor,” she panted out.

“You are mine,” he murmured against her neck as she lifted her other leg around his waist, allowing him to settle himself fully inside of her. “If I catch you flirting again, I will take the cane to you.”

“Please, Professor,” she begged.

“Oh?” he looked into her brown eyes, clouded with desire and promise. “Have I found myself a little punishment princess?”

“Yes, Professor,” she confessed.

“That’s good to know,” he said, circling his hips before pulling out swiftly and ramming back into her, the sound of her back hitting the door reminding him where they were and that it wasn’t late evening this time. There were students on the other side of that door that could hear what they were doing. Cursing the awareness, he slowed his pace again, even though he wanted nothing more than to take her against that door with wild abandon.

Leaning down, he finally drew one of her ruby red nipples into his mouth and sucked hard enough to leave a mark, causing a wanton moan to bubble from the back of her throat.

“Put your hands on my shoulders,” he commanded, releasing her wrists. When she grabbed on, he shifted her to wall he shared with the courtyard, a brick wall, a wall he could slam into her over and over again and no one would hear. “I’m going to fuck you now and you can come. If you feel the need to scream, bite my shoulder instead. If I hear a peep from you, there will be consequences, and, so you don’t get any ideas, it won’t be the cane.”

“I understand, Professor,” she said, as he moved to grip her hips and set a punishing rhythm, pulling her onto his cock again and again as he struggled to keep his own desire to vocalize how she was making him feel under control. He felt her body stiffen up and her head come down to rest on his shoulder. Her panting against his neck caused ripples of lightening to catapult through him, and just as he felt the first spasm of her walls around his dick, her teeth sunk into his shoulder, setting off his own orgasm.

“Fuck,” he rumbled, his head against her shoulder, as he struggled bring his breathing down again, clutching her to him. Knowing he’d have to let her go, pull out of her and send her to her next class in a matter of minutes messed with his head in ways he wasn’t ready to explore yet.

“We’ll have dinner tomorrow night after you are done with your classes. We’ll outline exactly what we are doing then, Miss Carson, but what I said you holds true. You are mine, it’s just a matter of fine tuning a couple of details,” he pulled away from her. “Dispose of the condom,” he nodded down at her and she obeyed. “Once you’ve completed that task, you may return to your day. The classroom will be unlocked for you tomorrow morning at 7:30. That should give you time to get into position before the first student arrives.”

“I will see you then, Sir,” she nodded as she finished redressing herself and turned to leave again.

“Sabrina?” he called out to her and she turned, immediately, a confused look fluttered across her face at his use of her given name. “If we are in a position to do so, you will never leave my presence without, first, kissing me good-bye.”

“Yes, Professor,” she smiled before walking toward him on shaky legs and offering him her lips in a chaste kiss.

“That will do for now, I know I’ve just fucked you very thoroughly,” he chuckled, effectively dismissing her. Her answering laugh and grin pulled at something deep inside him, but he shoved it away in favor of daydreaming about the naughty game they’d be playing in the morning. He couldn’t wait.

Sabrina woke early the next morning, nervous and excited about the promise of the day, the implications of her forthcoming actions. Brushing out her hair, she decided to put it in a braid down her back so it wouldn’t get in the way of her task. She’d selected a basic teal wrap dress sans undergarments, it met all of her dress requirements and was much less obvious than a robe.

Taking a deep breath, she left Gina snoring lightly into her pillow and headed toward the lecture hall to get into position. Sabrina’s steps echoed as she made her way to the front of the dimly lit, cavernous hall. The lectern looked too shallow from the front for her to ever pull this off without being caught. Shoving her fears aside, she rounded the solid wood stand the Professor would be standing in front of in less an hour.

Parting the thick black curtain, she not only found there would be more than enough room for her, she also found a note addressed to her on eggshell cardstock. It wasn’t signed, nor did the stationary have any distinguishing embellishments, but she knew who it was from.

Miss Carson,

I trust you slept well last night, as opposed to the frustrating night you experienced previously. I am looking forward to spending time inside your mouth this morning.

I want you naked and on your knees by the time I call the class to order. I will be lecturing today on sexual motivation and arousal, which I find incredibly amusing. When I am ready for your mouth, I will expose myself to you and you will not hesitate. I want you to take me in slowly, draw it out. If I find your skills to be adequate, I will tap your head. If you receive my signal, you have 90 seconds to accept the gift of my orgasm in your mouth. You will not waste a single drop and if you fail to complete your task in the allotted time, you will face a punishment this evening. Be mindful of your surroundings, if you are not completely silent, the sound will resonate through the room and you will be discovered.