Professor's Pet

“Right, so go ahead and review the section on attachment theory and then we’ll work through the discussion questions together…”

“Sounds good.”

I flip through my psychology textbook and convincingly pretend to read, but only long enough for my professor to turn his back to me.

Usually, he’s dressed so formally–crisp slacks and a white button down, folded at the sleeves. Dark hair combed and perfectly in place.

Tonight is different, though. He’s opted for a more casual look, and God, does it suit him. His black t-shirt stretches across a broad chest, grey joggers hang on his hips, and his hair is a bit tousled.

It’s impossible to focus on anything other than how gorgeous the man is, so it’s a good thing I already know the material backwards and forwards.

Psychology is my major, and after three years studying and learning the ins and outs of it, I could probably recite this textbook if he asked me to.

You wouldn't know that by my latest test score, though.

I failed it. Miserably. So bad that you would have to be trying to miss so many questions.

And I was.

The professor holds special study sessions each week for students who need to earn a little extra credit, and I needed an excuse to attend.

For weeks, he and I have been embroiled in a little game of cat and mouse. Flirtatious banter. Lingering stares. A heated spark. There’s no denying there’s an intense reaction between us.

Except he’s my professor. I’m his student. And the connection between us couldn’t be more forbidden. And that’s why neither of us have acted on it…yet.

Still, I couldn’t resist a few extra minutes alone with him.

The library is quiet tonight, and it’s late enough that we’re the only ones left here. Even the other students from the study session have gone home, but both the professor and I linger.

“All set?”

His enormous hands grip the edge of the table, as he stares at me over the rim of his glasses. The look stirs something inside of me and I feel a heat rush to my cheeks.

All I can think about is what he can do with those hands. The way he’d hold me, the way he’d touch me…

“Ahem.”

“Yep, all done. Do you think you could explain this section to me again?”

He smirks at me, and I start to get the feeling that he knows exactly what I’m up to.

“Why is it that my star student suddenly doesn’t remember anything about… ”

The clap of thunder seems to shake the library and as lightning flashes, all the power in the building is knocked out.

“Oh shit… The doors have electric locks so we won’t be able to get out without power. You stay here. I’m going to go see if I can find the breaker box.”

“I’ll call campus support and see if someone can come just in case.”

He nods, and then disappears toward the back of the library and into a small utility room as the storm intensifies.

I call the emergency line and it rings and rings until someone finally picks up.

“Hello, I was in the library with Professor Burke and the storm knocked the power out. We can’t get out.”

“An hour? You’re serious? Someone can’t come sooner?”

“No, no. That’s fine. Thank you.”

Ugh. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. Maybe this is the universe trying to smite me for lying in the first place.

I sit for a minute, watching through the window as wind rips through the trees and rain pounds down.

This place is eerie without the lights, and I don’t like sitting here all alone, so I decide to follow him.

As I get close to the room, I hear a bang and then him hissing.

“Fuck!”

My stomach leaps into my chest as I come around the corner.

The professor is standing in front of the breaker box with his shirt off. The material is in his hand as he fiddles with the breakers trying unsuccessfully to get it to trip.

His back muscles tighten as he rakes his fingers through his thick, dark hair. Even from behind, I can tell how sexy he is.

“Is everything okay, Professor?”

“The breaker is totally fried. We’ll have to wait until the generator kicks on or campus support gets here.”

“Well, that might be a while. They said that power is down all over campus and their priority is the dorms. It could be an hour before someone is here.””

“So you and I are stuck here alone for a while…”

The tone of his voice isn’t annoyed or upset, it’s more…excited?

I lose all train of thought as he turns around and faces me, bare-chested and shirt still in hand. I pictured him shirtless a dozen times, but seeing it in the flesh puts every fantasy I’ve had to shame.

Every refined, chiseled muscle looks like it was carved out of pure granite, and all I can think about is running my fingers down his bare chest.

God, he’s so hot. And what’s worse is that he knows it.

He smirks at me, and I know I’ve been caught very shamelessly checking him out.

“Maybe I should teach with my shirt off and then you’d pay better attention.”

“Mmm. No, I think that might have the exact opposite effect. If you taught with your shirt off, I’d never be able to concentrate on anything else.”

Oh, my goodness, did I really just say that out loud? My cheeks flood with embarrassment. Despite all the flirting we’ve done, I’ve never admitted my attraction to him.

“Is that so?”

He takes a few slow, calculated steps toward me and I can feel my heart race the closer he gets. The energy in the room shifts at my admission, and I almost wonder if I’ve made a mistake until I feel his stare land on me, studying every inch of my body.

First to my lips, then down to my chest, lingering on my hips…

He wants me, too, and he isn’t hiding it.

“I guess I’m going to have to find a better punishment for you then… It seems my late night study sessions aren’t deterrent enough to keep you on track. ”

“Maybe you just need to find the right incentive…”

Something about the darkness makes me feel bold. As out of sorts he makes me, I feel confident and more sure of what I want than ever before.

“Aren’t you the one who is always talking about how effective positive reinforcement can be?”

“Well, look at you. Maybe you have been paying attention after all. Tell me, what do you think a proper incentive might be for you? ”

Now that I’ve decided how badly I want this–how badly I want him–I’m not going to let anything get in the way.

I lean forward until my lips hover right at his neck, and the slightest shiver runs across his skin.

“Oh, I’m very easy to please...”

I twist a piece of hair between my fingers, letting my body brush against him. I feel his erection grow as I tilt my hips up and into him.

“I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you want. Exactly what you want.”

“I, um…”

My voice catches in my throat.

“Don’t get shy on me now. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? When you failed that test on purpose?”

“I didn’t…”

His finger lands gently on my lips as he shakes his head.

“Don’t lie to me again. You expect me to believe that one of the best students in my class suddenly can’t get a single question right on one of the easiest tests of the entire semester?”

My eyes fall. I can't even muster up an excuse.

“I don’t know whether to be impressed with the effort or offended you thought I was stupid enough to fall for it.”

“I don’t think you’re stupid. I just didn’t want to… I thought it wouldn’t be allowed.”

“Because I’m your professor and you’re my student?”

It’s all I can do to nod. His hand is still on my cheek, his body still so close to mine that I can feel the heat radiating off of me.

“Yeah, and that you’re fifteen years older than me.”

“You’re right. It wouldn’t be allowed and we could both get in all kinds of trouble. Do you want to stop?”

“No. Do you?”

“No, I don’t want to stop. So we’re two consenting adults, right?”

I nod wildly.

Yes. God yes. I’d consent to anything he wants to do.

“Then I guess we’re going to have to keep it on the down low.”

Suddenly, his mouth is on mine with a fast, frenzied kiss. It holds weeks of pent up energy between us and as it all comes spilling out, I’m almost dizzy.

His strong arms hold me to him as he begins to move, walking us both out into the main room of the library. It’s still dark, except for the few flashes of lightning that light up the sky outside.

It feels safe under the cover of darkness. Where no one can see us. No one can stop us. We’re free to do whatever we want.

“Mmm. God, I’ve thought about this for so long.”

I breathe against him, wrapping my arms around his neck, fingers tangling in his dark hair. He smells so good. A mix of nature and spice that’s almost intoxicating, lightening up my nerves until I can’t get enough. He hoists me up, bracing me with one arm against the bookshelf. His other behind my head so it doesn’t hit the cool, hard metal.

“Tell me then. Tell me what you thought about.”

“Umm, I- um..”

It’s hard to get the words out, and at my hesitation, he pulls back.

A tiny disappointed moan escapes my lips, and he smirks at me.

“I’m going to give you what you want, princess, but I need to hear it first. I need to hear you say that you’re into this, too. That you want this as much as I do.”

As much as I do.

Those simple words melt me, and all sense of right and wrong that I have slips away.

“I do. I promise. I want this, too.”

I almost don’t recognize my voice as it comes out.

Desperate. Whiny. Submissive.

“You’ve always been a good student, so let’s see how well that translates. You’re going to do exactly what I say, how and when I say it.”

My core throbs as I nod. He’s so hot. So authoritative. So absolutely perfect.

“I promise I’ll be careful, but if it’s too much, you tell me, okay?”

“I will.”

“So tell me. Tell me exactly what you thought about all these weeks.”

This time his kiss is slow and intentional, but every bit as dominant.

“Tell me what you wanted when you showed up to my class in those short skirts… always sitting in the front row… legs spread underneath the desk…”

His fingers slide up my thigh, toying with the hem of my skirt as he kisses me. My back presses into the bookshelf, but I’ve got nowhere to escape his touch.

I know I could stop him if I wanted to, but I don’t want him to stop.

“Tell me what you wanted when you came up with this naughty little plan to fail my test and come to the study session.”

His touch gets firmer as he inches up higher, right at the edge of my panties.

“Tell me.”

His whisper is demanding, and he expects an answer.

“I want you to touch me.”

“Where?”

My lips. My stomach. My thighs. My pussy.

“Everywhere.”

“So greedy... We’ll get there, princess, I promise. ”

His finger glides across my chin and then to my mouth. Slowly, the pad of his thumb presses into my lower lip and presses down until his thumb slides into my mouth.

I don’t know what comes over me, but I start to suck.

A surprised smile pulls at his lips.

“What a good girl.”

“And just like I taught you, good behavior gets rewarded.”

His fingers slide up underneath the band of my panties, grazing my pussy so gently that a shiver spreads across my body.

“Mmm.”

He moves with tender, but pointed strokes, fingers gliding through my wet and throbbing pussy.

“God, you’re so wet already. I think we might have just found the right incentive...”

He smirks, eyes locked on mine as he touches me. His pace gets quicker, so strong and steady that the shelf I’m against starts to rock and book topple over and onto the floor.

When my eyes drop to look at them, he lifts my chin.

“Hey. Eyes up here.”

“Yes, sir.”

My response turns him on, and he pushes a finger inside of me. He pulses it, and then slides another in. And then another. My pussy stretches around him as he thrusts them in and out.

Thank God for his arm supporting me because the sensation makes my knees weak. It’s overwhelming in the best of ways and I hope he never stops.

“Oh my god…”

“You like that?”

Words don’t come to me, so I just nod.

He kneels down, inching my skirt up my thighs until it’s practically at my hips and then slides my lacy thong down my legs.

“Step out of it. There we go. Good girl.”

He tosses it to the side and then slides his hands up my legs. Coaxing them apart, he leans forward, burying his face into my pussy.

“Ahhhh!”

I can’t help but cry out. His tongue swirling on my pussy almost makes me black out. When he plunges it inside of me, sucking against my clit, my fingers tangle in his hair and I pull against him.

I almost don’t even recognize the sounds coming out of my mouth. No one has ever made me feel so good, and it’s almost like he knows that. Like he’s on a mission to show me how a real man could make me feel.

My pussy throbs and the closer and closer I get to climax, the harder he sucks.

“Ahhhh. Mmm”

Finally, I can’t take it anymore.

“That’s it. Give it to me. Give it all to me.”

I ride the wave of orgasm out for several seconds, the professor still knelt in front of me gently stroking my legs as I come down.

“That feel good, princess?”

“So fucking good.”

“Wow, what a dirty mouth for such a pretty girl. Maybe you need something else to do with it.”

He stands up for a second and I make my move.

I know exactly where he’s headed, and drop to my knees without waiting for him to tell me. Spreading my legs, I give him a clear view of my swollen and bare pussy, still dripping with my juices.

He’s pleasantly caught off guard as I slide his sweatpants and boxer briefs down a bit.

“Yeah, that’s it.”

I hold his cock in my hands, slowly licking up and down the shaft as he groans.

“Mmm. Jesus, baby.”

Parting my lips, I slide him inside of my mouth. I flick my tongue against his tip and then take him deeper and deeper into my throat.

“God, you’re so good at this. That feels so damn good.”

He’s so hard I feel him pulsing inside my throat, like he’s right on the verge.

He feels it too, and pulls out, helping me to my feet.

“Hands against the shelf. Now.”

I jump at his request, moving as fast as I can. I don’t know what it is about him that makes me want to please him so badly. I’ve never been one to be submissive to a man, but he brings it out of me and I kind of like it.

I brace myself against the shelf, bending back so my ass is out and he gives it a sharp slap.

“You’re way too good at that. I might have to punish you. ”

“Punish me for giving a good blow job?”

“You don’t get that good on your own. It takes practice. ”

“ And the thought of you doing that to someone else enrages me.”

Even the sting of his hand feels good, and I know I must be delusional.

“Mmm. Ahh.”

“Is there some rule about when the positive reinforcement turns out to be punishment?”

“You’re trouble, princess. But the very best kind.”

With me bent forward, the professor presses his cock against my stinging, punished ass. I can feel his erection pulsing, and my stomach churns, anticipating it being inside of me.

I’m desperate for it. Like I’ve never wanted something so much.

“Please, professor. Please fuck me.”

“Whatever you want, princess. I’ll give you whatever you want.”

He slides inside of me, slowly at first and then finds a steady pace.

Inch by inch, he fills me up, going deeper with each thrust. My core aches, and I already know this won’t last long. It’s too good. It’s too intense. Almost too perfect.

“You’re so fucking tight. It’s so good. Do you feel okay?”

“So good.”

“Good. You take it so well, princess.”

“That’s it baby, take me. Let me hear how good I feel.”

“Oh god…”

“Mmm, I’m close baby. I’m right… Ahh Oh shit…”

“Ahhhhh….”

“Mmm. Fuck baby!”

I nearly collapse against the shelf, my arms shaking as I try to hold myself up. He kisses my neck, arms wrapped loosely around my waist.

“Jesus, baby, I’m sorry that was so quick… I just… I had to have you.”

“It was perfect.”

He spins me around, brushing his lips against mine.

“We moved so fast I didn’t even get your shirt off…”

“Well, there’s still no power… I think we’ve got time.”

I smirk, sliding my shirt over my head. The professor doesn’t waste a second before kissing me, hands traveling all over my body once again.

“Fuck, I was hoping you’d say that.”