The Professor (4 page)

After class, you will wait fifteen minutes for the students to leave before dressing and going about your day. I will meet you in the alley behind my office at 7:30pm, sharp for dinner. Do not disappoint me, my exceptional pupil. I have big plans for us.

Suppressing a smile at his words, she slipped out of her dress and knelt behind the curtain, sitting back on her heels, her palms spread on the tops of her thighs, waiting for her Professor to deliver his lecture.

**

Professor Areleon stood in front of the class reciting his lecture on everything that constitutes sexual motivation by rote memory. As he began to talk about internal and external factors of motivation, he, discreetly, unzipped his khaki pants. Starting a discussion on the difference between intrinsic and extrinsic incentives, he freed his straining cock to the chilled air of the room, and pushed it through the part in the curtain. Less than a second later, warm moisture around the head of his cock sent sensation flowing through his body and he had to force himself to keep his eyes open in the wake of the feeling of her lips sliding slowly over his erection.

Fighting the urge to thrust into her mouth, he tried to concentrate on the perspectives his students were sharing on arousal. Shifting the conversation to theories on sexual behavior sequence, the discussion became more in depth. When the Professor talked about the rewards and punishments involved in sexual behavior, he felt the light graze of her teeth on his balls before she licked from root to tip, circling her tongue over his head before fully engulfing him in her mouth again. As he felt her sit up from her heels, his cock hit the back of her throat as she swallowed him down then pulled him out again until he was resting just outside of her lips, her tongue teasing his glans.

She was following his orders explicitly, but he hadn’t counted on just how skilled she was. There was another fifteen minutes left in class, but he didn’t know if he could hold it together.

Getting an idea, he forged ahead with his lecture, moving on to sexual attraction. When he began to talk about qualities desired by each sex when determining attraction, he tapped her head. As he discussed the desire of some to exert power over their sexual partner, his talented student picked up her speed.

Kneading his balls in her hand and pulling him deeper into her throat, he could no longer hold himself together and he spilled himself into her mouth as a student in the front row asked a question regarding the implied sexism in a physically dominate relationship. He felt Miss Carson smile against his semi-hard cock at the students words before he felt her sit back on her heels again, awaiting her next task. Subtly, he tucked himself back into his pants, answered the students question with a question of his own regarding the motivations of a person’s desire to have their partner exert will over them and drew the lecture to a close.

“I’ve never heard you give a more inspiring lecture, Professor,” Jenny, a sophomore girl who’d been giving him doe eyes all semester, told him as he began to slowly gather his notes.

“Thank you, Jenny,” he smiled, politely, before going back to his task hoping she’d move on.

“I was hoping I could schedule a tutoring session with you sometime this week? My grade on the midterm wasn’t exactly stellar,” she frowned, twirling a lock of brown hair that had fallen free of her ponytail.

“My tutoring docket is full for the remainder of the semester, but I can point you in the direction my TA who, I’m sure, would be happy to schedule a time with you,” he offered, watching the last of the students filter through the doors.

“Oh, yeah,” Jenny said, dismissively, obviously disappointed. ‘That’ll work.”

“Great,” he nodded. “I will pass along your email and he will be in touch,” he prompted, handing her a pen and a slip of paper.

“Thank you,” she said, writing down her information and sliding it back to him, “accidentally” grazing his fingers before turning to leave the now empty classroom. “I’ll see you on Friday, Professor,” she called as she exited.

“The coast is clear, Miss Carson. You did very well,” he murmured to the closed curtain. “Wait for me to leave and I will see you tonight,” he continued before finished packing his notes and leaving the room. As he crossed the threshold into the bustling courtyard, he smirked as it occurred to him that she’d gotten him off without using her hand to jack him. His pupil’s talents were unsurpassed and he couldn’t wait to test her boundaries further.

After she heard the echo of the door closing behind the Professor, she slipped back into her dress and peeked from behind the curtain. Finding the lights off, she exhaled her relief. Keeping her head down, she exited the classroom as quietly and discreetly as she could, turning back to her dorm room to add her undergarments and grab her backpack.

Just as she was swinging her bag on to her shoulder, the door to her room burst open. Gina backed in, her lips glued to Ethan, completely oblivious to her presence.

“I want you,” her roommate panted against her boyfriend’s mouth. Ethan’s eyes opened briefly, but long enough to see Sabrina standing beside her bed, causing him to freeze in Gina’s arms. “What is it?” she asked, noticing the change. Following his eyes, she laughed when she turned and saw her roommate shifting uncomfortably. “I’m sorry, Sabrina,” she smiled, straightening out her shirt. “Aren’t you supposed to be in history or something?”

“I am, but I left so quickly this morning, I forgot my book,” she explained. “Is this why you are failing that psych class you signed up for?” she asked, one eyebrow quirked in amused suspicion.

“Guilty,” her roommate admitted, “but Ethan doesn’t have a ton of free time, and whenever we go to his apartment, there’s always a roommate lurking somewhere listening to us fuck.”

“Babe,” Ethan scolded.

“Honey, it’s Brina, not the Pope, she knows what we get up to,” Gina rolled her eyes at her boyfriend.

“You know if you fail that class, you’ll have to double up next semester so that you can graduate with me,” Sabrina reminded.

“I know,” she grumbled.

“Oh, and I’ve got a tutoring session tonight then I’m meeting Lydia for drinks, so you can have the room tonight,” she informed.

“So you’re going to take my advice? You’re going to try and pull tonight? Make it an all-nighter?”

“Perhaps,” Sabrina smiled, a wicked gleam in her eye. “Either way, I’ll be out until late.”

“Good luck,” she heard Gina call after her as she headed back to class.

**

The rest of the Professor’s day was painfully boring compared to his extremely stimulating human sexuality class. He found himself daydreaming about their session that morning in his department meeting that afternoon. It had been years since he’d gotten an ‘inconvenient’ erection, one that wasn’t being taken care of immediately.

Looking at Professor Woods at the head of the table, her jaundiced skin and frizzy hair, he was able to regain his control enough to realize that he’d never given Sabrina dressing directions for their dinner. More importantly, he discovered he had no way to get her that information. How had he been inside her body three times in as many days and not think to ask her for her phone number? This wasn’t his first time courting a sub, but it seemed that Miss Carson had him feeling like a novice all over again.

He recognized the danger of their arrangement, and, usually, that was enough to keep him from partnering with his students. There was something about Sabrina, though, that called to him at the most basic of levels. It was more than just her submissiveness, although, it did make her much more irresistible.

“Mr. Areleon,” Professor Woods called, drawing his attention back to his meeting.

“Yes, Ms. Woods?” he answered, sitting up in his chair and straightening his tie.

“One of the department’s major benefactors will be in town this weekend and I’d like you to take her to dinner this weekend,” his boss explained.

“This weekend?” he asked, buying time. He knew she was talking about Mrs. Carrington and he knew he’s been asked for personally. However, after their last ‘encounter’ he wasn’t interested in spending any more one on one time with the philanthropic billionaire. “I’m going to be out of town,” he lied. “I’m heading out after my last class on Friday and I’m on a red-eye Sunday night. I’ll get in about three hours before my first class.”

“Oh? You don’t have any seminars on your schedule,” Professor Woods pointed out, trying to trip him up.

“That’s because it’s personal, Ms. Woods,” he shut down, a slight edge to his voice.

“Well,” she huffed before turning to a new associate professor in the department. “Mr. Marley? Are you available?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he nodded like the kiss ass he was proving himself to be. His acquiescence almost made the Professor sag with relief at getting out of the dinner, but he realized he’d have to sequester himself in his house until Monday.

“Mrs. Carrington will be attending our annual Christmas dinner next month, too, Mr. Areleon,” Professor Woods continued. “Do make sure you are available to accompany her,” she leveled him with a look that left little room for argument. He was up for tenure review at the end of the year, and he wanted it.

“Absolutely, Ms. Woods,” he turned on his brightest fake smile and went back to thinking of dinner with Miss Carson. The depressing thought of spending his weekend jailed inside his house, pretending not to be home, instantly brightened when he thought of spending the weekend training his new pupil to please him. As visions of her splayed on his bed, bound and gagged, filled his head, his fake smile turned real, but then so was the erection straining against his zipper again.

Sabrina stood in the shadows of the alley as one by one, the other professors in the Sociology department filed out of the building and got into their cars. Soon, the only car remaining was a new silver SUV crossover with darker than usual tinting on the windows. She wondered, idly, if this was the Professor’s vehicle.

At 7:30 on the dot, Professor Areleon exited the building and held his hand out to her. He hadn’t even looked for her when he entered the alleyway, but he seemed to know that she was there, waiting. Quickly, she joined him, taking his proffered hand and following him to the lone vehicle.

After tucking her into the passenger seat and fastening her seat belt, he jumped behind the steering wheel and started the car. His mouth was set in a firm line as he maneuvered them off campus and toward the freeway.

“I don’t like the color yellow,” he said after he’d merge onto the freeway, indicating the flowers on her blouse.

“Yes, Sir,” Sabrina said. “I brought a backup outfit, if you’d like me to change, because I wasn’t sure where we’d be going.”

“No, it’s my fault you weren’t better prepared,” he shook his head. “But please keep it in mind for the future. Although, you do raise a dilemma I wasn’t aware of until my afternoon meeting.”

“And what’s that?” Sabrina smiled, resting her head back in the seat, her hands folded in her lap.

“We haven’t exchanged phone numbers,” he laughed. “I had no way to contact you, aside from your campus email, which can be traced, or stopping you after your last class, which would also raise warnings, since I pulled you from a conversation yesterday, too.” She was pleased that he was amused by the possible dangers of their relationship.

“We should remedy that this evening, Sir,” she said as his hand moved over the console to entwine his fingers with hers. A small jolt of electricity cascaded through her body at the connection. “Don’t you agree?” she winked at him.

“Oh, Miss Carson,” he started with a roguish tone, “we’ll be exchanging much more than phone numbers this evening,” he finished as he pulled into the driveway of an unassuming two-story suburban home. Releasing her hand, he hit a button on the garage door opener on her sun visor and drove the SUV into the dimly lit space.

“Your house, Professor?” she asked, looking slightly surprised by their destination.

“Yes, Sabrina,” he said before exiting the vehicle and moving to open her door for her, offering his hand to help her out of the car. “I want you to be comfortable here, so I thought it best to acclimate you to my place right away. Plus, given the nature of our relationship, I didn’t want to run the risk of running into anyone either of us knows. The college may be large, but the world is very small, Miss Carson.”

“Very true, Professor,” she nodded, allowing him to lead her through a laundry room into his eat-in kitchen. It was exactly how she pictured it to be, dark cherry wood with black granite and stainless steel appliances. An island sat in the middle of the kitchen, parallel to the range and sink, perpendicular to the large side by side refrigerator. Tucked in beside a bay window, looking out into the backyard is a round glass table with two unlit green taper candles and red roses adorning the center.

“I called a nearby restaurant for delivery. It should be here shortly,” he told her, taking her purse from her shoulder and setting it on a built in desk beside the refrigerator. “When you are in my home, I expect you to wear only your panties,” he started listing his rules as he moved behind her and started to unzip her black pencil skirt. “You are allowed to wear a robe only when we are eating together,” he continued, moving his hands to her hips and guiding the skirt down her legs. “Step out,” he commanded, folding the skirt neatly and setting it beside her purse after she’d moved out of it. Sabrina stood at the ready as his hands moved to the hem of the offending shirt. “Lift your arms,” he whispered against her neck before lightly biting at her shoulder.