Vengeful Heart: Fighting Heart Erotic Bad Boy Romance Series Book 3 (7 page)

“Don’t, Ashley, please. I want to enjoy you and I need to enjoy you now.”

“I was going to enjoy what you had…”

“Another time...”

Yes, I smiled. That sounded good. Another time.

I slid up his body, my hand cupping and stroking his generous testicles.

“Careful… I need you too much.”

I chuckled. “Then you’d best have me.”

“There, sit down there,” he said, with the gravitas of the teacher to his student. He pointed to a bucket chair.

“But there’s only room for one, Professor.”

“Right now, that’s all we need. I want to taste you.”

I felt like that cat that was going to get the cream. I would soon enough. It was just so sexy. In spite of the surroundings, this man was doing something wild to me. He was in charge. He was my elder, my teacher, my leader, and I wanted to comply with his demands to please him.

“Shall I?” I asked, pointing to my T shirt and panties.

“Yes… take them off.”

I stripped off my tee, and then turned for him to unclasp my bra. I turned back to show him my breasts as they spilled out, just so I could see the look on his face. His eyes fastened to my breasts and I revelled in his gaze.

“Now your panties, Ashley.”

“I want you to take them off, please Professor…”

“Gladly,”

He pressed in, his cock thumping gently against me. He slid his thumbs into my panties by my hips and stripped me naked.

He kissed my face. I wanted him as badly as he needed me now, and I felt myself willing him to fuck me, urging him with my eyes.

“Sit down, sweet,” he said.

I sat down. The Professor dropped to his knees. He moved over me, his lips kissing mine, then he gently kissed my neck, my collar bones, and took each of my nipple buds in his kind mouth as he cupped and squeezed my breasts. I knew where he was headed and my pussy needed attention. I was overcome by the urge to give myself to him entirely, to cover him in my sex. His touch was like electricity.  And then as his face plunged down, I shifted so my vagina was there waiting to meet his mouth. He spread my thighs with his hands, and kissed the softest inner part of my leg. His kiss sent my body into spasm.

“Please,” I whispered.

And he waited no more. His mouth gently laid upon my labia, his tongue probing into my lips. I felt his soft tongue darting in and around me.

“Oh, Ashley, you are so wet…”

“Yes, all because of you…”

He rewarded my words with his mouth as he kissed the hood that hid my needy clitoris. My clit was engorged, and he found it with ease, his kiss seizing it, his tongue flicking over it, around it and over. He lapped at me eagerly, and each lapping motion was exquisite and intense, filling me with heat and sensation that was simply overpowering. I closed my eyes simply so I could bear the sensations. I bit my lip and held onto his sweet head as he licked at me and took my labia and clit into his mouth.

“Oh shit, Professor,” I said as his fingers pushed into me adding to the building pressure in my vagina, the sensations gently pulsating around my whole abdomen. I was ready to explode. Finally, with the length of his tongue sliding against my clit, and his fingers teasing me inside to a new level of throbbing wetness, I seized him tight and groaned as my body locked up. I ground my thighs shut around his face, unable to deal with the pressure and the sweetness that exploded from deep within. I heard myself groan over and over, and after a time I felt the Professor gently pull away. When I looked up at him, he had stripped and threw his shirt onto the floor.

“I imagined that moment for days, Ashley,” he said, his mouth glistening with my juices. “And I’ve imagined what happens now most of all.”

“How?”

I looked around the room, looking for a way to position ourselves comfortably for what we both needed.

“We’ll have to improvise. I can’t wait any longer. I must be inside that sweet pussy of yours.”

I wanted to purr again. His cock looked so big, so good, I was ready to have him.

“Stand up,” he said, gently commanding me. I stood. I saw where his eyes were going. There were two piles of sealed boxes, about five boxes high. Good enough to lean on.

“What a good idea,” I said.

I moved to the boxes, facing them. I laid my hands upon them and gently slid my body backwards, bending over, surrendering my ass and vagina to him. I didn’t have to wait very long. He moved behind me, seizing my buttocks, squeezing them, and then his other hand slid into me. He opened me up, and then a vast solid feeling filled my opening. I pushed against the boxes and closed my eyes, prepared for a little hurt. But just as I thought I would cry out in pain, the pain disappeared as the head of his cock passed into me. He surged into me, his hips slapping against me, his penis filling me to the brim on all sides. I groaned, not in pain but pleasure, filled, stretched, and overcome by this delectable man. I heard him groaning as he seized my hips and began to fuck me, sliding in and out, filling me with joy, leaving me with a hint of emptiness until he thrust back into me once more. I was riding the waves with him. I was on the brink and couldn’t wait any longer, it felt as if I was going to burst. My orgasm started, and I threw my body back on him, tightening my hold, seizing him. He cried out as I did, and as I felt him burst and jet inside me, and I pushed back and down upon him to absorb every drop.  He lay over my back. I held onto the boxes for dear life, an aching, disorientated and joy laden wreck. I had no idea what I was going to do next. A moment later, the Professor withdrew and leaned against the door. He smiled in a daze. I felt his cum inside me, and I smiled back.

“That was some lesson, Prof.”

“Yes, it really was, wasn’t it?”

I was glowing like a lava lamp, sweet and mellow. I looked at the naked man who filled me and pleasured me and I liked what I saw. But even then Cody’s face interrupted my thoughts. My mind was cruel and I wanted it to stop. So I decided the best way to block out Cody was with a little post coital kiss with my Professor.

When Tom looked at his watch he worked out that we’d spent almost a half hour confined in our dusty room. It was the best half hour I’d had in weeks. But my reverie was broken by two missed calls and a message on my phone.

Missed call, Amanda. Missed call, Brandon. Then Brandon again as a text. “Where the fuck are you?”

I mentioned it to Tom.

“That man is dangerous, Ashley. Especially to you. I won’t have him intimidating and controlling you anymore…”

I liked what I heard. I don’t go for putting all your hopes in a man to fix your problems. In my experience men have mostly made things far worse and much more complicated than they needed to be. But Ridgley was still a Professor, and he had authority. I believed he could do something.  Ridgley’s jacket started buzzing, and he picked his own phone out of his pocket and looked at the screen.

“Crap. It’s the Dean. And I’ve missed a bloody call from him already. How could I have done that?”

“I think I have a good idea how it happened, Tom.”

Ridgley looked up and laughed. “Then it was worth it.”

Ridgley answered the call, his face flicking from a smile to seriousness.

“Yes, Jonathan?”

There was talk at the other end. It sounded serious but I couldn’t hear any of it.

“I was busy. I didn’t hear it, sorry about that.”

The Dean was talking again.

“Serious? What do you mean by serious…? Suspended? You could have had the decency to tell me face to face, Jonathan… if that’s how it is then I’d better speak to ACAS, hadn’t I, eh?”

Ridgley hung up.

“He said he was going to tell me face to face but apparently I answer his call only to be invited to a meeting. The smug idiot. I’m suspended as of now. And it doesn’t take a genius to work out how this will play out. Suspension will lead to an inquiry and if I am proved to have broken the code of conduct I will be dismissed. It’s as good as done, Ashley…” Ridgley sat down on one of the bucket chairs. He looked up at me.

“I’ve been a fool, Ashley. But I can still help you. And I still think it was worth it.”

I hated the Dean and I hated Brandon. They were so despicably similar.

“I’m not having it, Tom.”

I slid my panties on and pulled on my skirt and picked up my bra.

“What? What are you doing?”

“You shouldn’t give up, Tom. If you give up, Brandon wins - again.”

“Who said anything about giving up…hey, where are you going?”

I threw the rest of my clothes on.

“This is going to be a fight. If Brandon’s bringing out the big guns, we’re going to need some help too.”

“Ashley we’ve only just finished making love…” said Tom.  But I was fully clothed now. I hope I didn’t look like I’d just had sex with a Professor… because my next stop was Professor Cantor’s room. I knew Tom would try to stop me if he could, which was why I was in such a damned hurry.

I wondered what I looked like as I knocked on Cantor’s door. I hoped I didn’t look too dazed from passion and I hoped my clothes and make up had held up. I didn’t check. I also noticed that Professor Ridgley had sensibly not appeared at my side. We had spent almost a half hour making love, and I felt the familiar sweet ache in my body. It had taken my mind off Cody. But my growing sense of injustice worked best of all, blotting out all other concerns, I was angry that Brandon Lynes seemed to exert such influence over the entire college, even among mature academics.

I had to make some of these people see sense. I knocked on the door, and Cantor opened it so quickly he took the wind out of my sails.

“Ah, Ashley. Just the girl I wanted to see.”

I was on the back foot all of a sudden. I straightened myself out a little more as the old Professor walked into his room and left the door hanging open. I walked into his office and looked behind me. Tom definitely wasn’t joining us then. Scaredy Cat. I closed the door.

“Why did you want to see me, Professor?”

He sat down, and made an amiable face. He put the end of a pen to his lips while he struggled with what to say. He was decked out in more shabby-professor-chic checker shirts and an old looking green tie made of rough material.

“I wanted to talk to you about your situation. But I have to be careful these days. I have to be careful what I say you see. I don’t want to offend you… and I don’t want to overstep the mark.”

I thought about playing dumb on the consequences part, but I respected Cantor by now, and I knew he would see straight through my fake ignorance.

“I wanted to speak to you about those consequences too, Professor.”

“Ah, now, that’s a good thing, maybe.”

“Maybe? Please, you shoot first Professor.”

“Shoot? Ah, well, yes. Here’s the awkward part, and this is not the college speaking. This is me. Because I like you and respect you Ashley. I think I recognise what Cody Barnes sees in you – courage, tenacity, talent and more besides. I want you to succeed Ashley, because I see your raw potential. But events in your life are simply spiralling, Ashley, and you really must take control.”

“Spiralling, Professor?”

Now
I played dumb. I knew what he meant, but I wanted him to be clear.

“Yes. Let’s stick to the facts. Please remember that I’m on your side. Others in this institution may not be.”

Dean Jonathan’s face came immediately to mind.

“When you arrived at Smiths you had no means to pay your fees, and you owed them for the whole year, am I right?”

“Yes, Professor. You remember?”

“I do. But within a very short space of time you were in a relationship with Brandon Lynes. Brandon comes from a privileged background. Your debt to the college was then cleared in full. Am I right so far?”

“Yes. But I never asked Brandon to do that. And if you saw how he treats me... He has threatened me, Professor, he’s threatened to get me kicked out of this college, he’s threatened to hurt Cody, and he’s even threatened my family. The only reason I’m still living at his flat is so he doesn’t carry out those threats. Now look what he’s doing!”

“Ashley… please. I’ve heard some of these allegations. It’s all so difficult to prove, do you see? I trust what you’re saying, but it’s your word against his.”

“But you believe me?”

“For what it’s worth, yes. But in your situation... Let me go back a step. Soon after you were with Brandon, you discovered Cody Barnes had affection for you, didn’t you, yes? I knew he was missing you, and provided you with his whereabouts at the York literary festival, yes?”

I nodded. I was feeling impatient, but I had to wait this out, to find where Cantor was leading me.

“I believe you became
very close
with Cody there. You left Brandon Lynes in London, the man apparently believing you were still his partner…”

“He doesn’t have partners, Mr Cantor. He sleeps around and he is controlling! I told him we were through before I left. I made it abundantly clear.”

“I’m sorry this seems so personal, Ashley. It really is none of my business, but I see your personal affairs could be weapons to be used against you.”

“How?!”

“Mr Lynes says you abandoned him and went off with Mr Barnes. Mr Barnes told me himself how distraught he was when you left him in York. Now, I hear what you say about those threats. I understand that… but now there are further allegations about you and Professor Ridgley. If that is true, Ashley, then there is an undeniable pattern which could be used against you – one half-finished affair, then another, and now you may have slept with the Professor too?”

“So all of this is my fault, is it Professor Cantor? Are you saying the college are going to kick me out?”

The man sighed, closed his eyes and shook his head.

“I’m not saying that at all. What I am giving you is a preview of the picture that could be painted by those who mean you harm. And I recommend right now that you decide to concentrate on your studies rather than any getting involved in any more affairs of the heart. Your attendance has far improved since the beginning of term. You hand your work in on time and it is very good, Ashley.”

“Then that’s all that matters, right?”

“No, not quite. If you are considered to be a disruptive influence here at Smiths, some people could decide to ask for your removal.”

“Some people? Would that be you?”

“No. Not me. Not now. But if you carried on down that path much longer, you will inevitably self-destruct, and I don’t want that for you Ashley. I want you to be settled and well. So please, no more of these muddy affairs.”

I was deeply embarrassed. I wondered if he could see that I had only just been with someone. But I didn’t want any more of this kind of lecture.

“Prof, everything that has happened to me has been my choice… I accept that and I take responsibility.”

The old man nodded, pleased to hear what I was saying.

“But I only made those choices because of what Brandon Lynes has been doing to me. Keeping me captive, beholden to him because of his threats. Cody believed I left him because I was being heartless, is that right? But I only left him because I had no choice. Brandon was going to beat him stupid if I stayed with him. I should still be with him, Professor. I care about Cody…” I heard myself say it, and the emotion almost burst within me. I suddenly saw the Professor was right. I had been trying to avoid becoming like Amanda, an empty space, cheapened by Brandon’s cruelty, but in trying to fight him fire with fire, I had risked my heart again, and I had chosen to be weak. I should have hung on for Cody. Professor Ridgley was simply delicious, yes, but I had made some bad choices, and now they were going to cost both of us. Right on time, another knock came at Cantor’s door.

“Come in,” said the Professor.

Ridgley stuck his head in, made a strained face and looked at both of us with an awkward smile.

“Everything all right?”

“Do come in, Tom. I’m here with Ashley Pearson, and we’re talking everything through. Because as you will know by now, there are going to be consequences for all concerned. But the best thing we can do is decide how we limit the damage.”

My words about caring for Cody still shifted and echoed around my head. I looked at Ridgley and felt warm about his smile and his good looks, but sad that we had been so foolish, both of us. In the light of the allegations against us, it had seemed like good sense to enjoy each other’s bodies just as we had been accused. And I still felt a warmth and inner delight from his touch. But I remembered Cody, and I remembered his touch. It was different, more simple, more powerful, more emotive, and the afterglow from him had been even stronger. I missed Cody. Only now did I realise how much. I didn’t think I could ever make love to Professor Ridgley again. Cantor was old and wise, and totally right.

“Ashley, Professor Ridgley has spoken to me at length. He told me what occurred between you. He overstepped a serious boundary in making romantic overtures to you. He tells me nothing physical actually occurred between you, but the student body doesn’t seem to care about that. And neither does the Dean’s office. The Dean draws no distinction between romantic approaches and a sexual liaison in terms of the resulting discipline. Professor Ridgley has crossed a bridge he should not have crossed. I believe you have also made a mistake, Ashley, as you are not in the least a stupid girl. You knew what you were doing. But in this situation, Professor Ridgley bears the greatest responsibility. He will be suspended and the likelihood is that he will be forced to resign or he will eventually be dismissed. If you resign, Tom, at least you can get another job elsewhere.”

Ridgley stroked his chin. “Maybe,” he said quietly. “But what about Ashley and Brandon Lynes? Whatever happens here, we can’t let Lynes get away with what he’s doing to this young lady. It’s terrible, Professor. It’s a form of abuse.”

“Yes. I agree. That young man is out of control. I’ve noticed it for a while now. Speaking of spiralling, Ashley, Mr Lynes has been in a tailspin since the beginning of this year. No matter which family Brandon Lynes hails from, I will insist on impartiality on how this matter is dealt with.”

“What will happen to him, Professor Cantor?” I asked.

“I’m sorry, Ashley. I don’t know. It’s not in my hands. But I can tell you this, and this is strictly confidential and must remain so… From his attendance to his grades, Mr Lynes is sinking fast. He’s on course to fail at least two modules at present so I am going to recommend that Mr Lynes is to undertake counselling and that he should be withdrawn from his degree course for the rest of this academic year.”

“You’re going to kick him out?” I blurted in happiness. But I still wondered about the other consequences.

“No. I don’t have those powers, but as part of a committee, yes, we can make that happen and if he is to undertake counselling, the way he has treated you will have been acknowledged. It will be on paper as a college record. Which means Mr Lynes could never get away with that ever again.”

“I’d also suggest that the college owes Ashley some practical support to get over this trauma. Smiths should provide her with some safe accommodation free of charge while she gets back on her own two feet.”

Cantor made a whimsical face at his colleague. “Tom, don’t push it. But I will try.”

“Think about it, Ashley. If Professor Cantor is able to have Brandon Lynes withdrawn not only can he never feasibly harm you again… but all those threats about his influence will be meaningless. He will never have any influence at Smiths ever again.”

I smiled and I hoped it would come to pass as they both said. But revenge didn’t inspire me, not any more, not after seeing so many of my mistakes, and not while I was missing Cody as much as ever, knowing we were still so far apart…

As I stood to leave, Professor Cantor said. “Now, remember what I said.”

“Yes, I’ll remember, Professor.”

I left the small room, with Tom Ridgley following suit.

“I had to wait or he would have been suspicious,” he whispered, the door closed behind him.

“Cantor is a good friend to you, Tom.”

“Yes, yes he is. At least if I leave this place we can be together…” he smiled.

I tried my best to look happy about that.  “I’ve got to go,” I said.

“Of course,” he said, beaming.

But the future for Professor Ridgley and me looked like a brief one. I wasn’t looking forward to breaking the news to him but I knew now more than ever that my heart was for one man. I hoped very much that Cantor and Ridgley could force the Dean to remove Brandon from the college, but I still doubted they could. I don’t think Cantor was sure about it either. But whatever happened, I had to get away from him. In more ways than I had imagined, Brandon Lynes was ruining my life.