The Student (5 page)

"I've dreamt
about this, Cass." When his fi
ngers intertwined with
the dark
strands of
my hair, I felt myself leaning i
nto his touch. I told myself it was all part of the ruse, the act to make h
im believe I was falling for this dark lesson
, but my heart said
otherwise.

He clutched my chin and forced it up, higher, until I felt my hair swishing back and forth along th
e waistband of my lace panties.
"I’m going to touch you, bu
t you’re not to move an inch, say a word, or make a sound
until I say otherwise. Understood?”

I sh
i
vered and he raised an eyebrow.
I gave him a reassuring smile. “I understand. Yes sir,” I added.

I
t seemed easy
enough—j
ust
kneel
and let him do his thing. But as soon as a finger crooked beneath my bra strap, I knew this wouldn’t be nearly as easy to pull off as I thought. Just the slight brush of his fingertip against my fle
sh sent my body into overdrive. He was barely
grazing my skin and my breathing was already labored.

His other fingers joined the first and I made the mistake of glancing up at him at the exact moment that his fingers danced over my nipple. The hardened lust in his eyes found my own and I let out a husky 'oh!' that was immediately followed by him gripping my peak and squeezing. I winced as the pressure built bit by bit until my mouth hung open in a silent plea
for him to stop. Just as tears
rimmed my eyes, he did just that, sliding his hand back to my chin.

"Not a single sound,"
he said firmly. I glared at him,
but my anger was short-lived. I had bigger fish to fry—l
ike how hot it made me w
hen he grabbed both straps of m
y bra and forc
ed them over my shoulders, down and forward
until my bre
asts bounced from the cups. It was like
he couldn't wait one more second before he took them in.

He took one
in each hand, the pale mounds stark against his gold, massive hands.  I didn't miss the
way
he shuddered with delight as he massaged a
nd rolled them in his palm, sending
a tremble of longing through me.

"Do you want me, Cassandra?"

"Yes sir," I said hoarsely. And god did I mean it. My panties were slicked and heavy with how much I wanted him. How much I needed him.

He licked his lips as he looked down at me, staring like his words
before
were truth.
Like he really had spent the last three years missing me.
He released my breasts and let out a rough command for me to stand
up. M
y
knees w
obble
d and
swayed
but he roped
his arms around me,
making me even more unsteady
and u
nsure of myself. But there was one thing I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt—I
had
to have him before I exploded. I opened my mouth to say so but
snapped it
shut
when
I remembered his rules
.

"What were you going to say?" he murmured, running a hand throug
h my hair, sending another jolt
of need crashing over me. "You can speak freely."

"
I want you right now,” I said without hesitation. “Please.
” A
ll the blood rushed to my cheeks when he took my hand and put it directly on his raging erection.

I let out a pleading moan as I ran my hand up and down his solid length. I could feel it pulsing, begging for me like I begged for him. But still he held back.

I put my arms around his neck, pulling him closer until I could feel him throbbing against me. I ignored the part of me that screamed that I was supposed to be pretending, instead, giving into the fact that nothing felt more real.

"I want you." I took a few steps back until I felt the door, cool and steel against my spine.
"Right now.
Right here."

Chance drug
his finger
tips up my bare leg before slipping
them
into
the delicate skin of my inner thigh. He let
out a low, animalistic groan when he
connected
with the sopping material of my underwear.

"Maybe you are telling the truth." His lips curved into a smile and I
gasped when he yanked the underwear to
the side and thrust his finger
inside me
without warning
.

I forgot myself, a high moan shooting from my mouth. The sound was p
robably loud eno
ugh for everyone in the E
nglish building to hear
and I felt another bui
lding, culminating from his finger
moving inside me
.

He put his free h
and over my mouth, slowing hi
s ministrations as
his lips brushed
my ear.
"Just for me, Cass.
Just for me."

His finger slid
deeper and I clench
ed
the digit tight as I growl
ed behind his han
d.
Don't stop, god don't stop.

He moved his hand from my mouth
to my hair, taking a bundle of it tight in his fist while the other hand takes place of the first, moving,
forcing
my
pink folds open. I’m e
xpanding and contra
ct
ing, alive again after being asleep for so long.
H
e pulled
his fingers from me and I let
out a moan of protest.

"Don't worry, Ca
s
s," he purred. "I'm far from done."

I expected him to unzip his fly, to give me the part of him I a
ched for. To plunge
inside me like the old days, filling me so completely, taking me over so wholly that I begged him to stop and keep going in the same breath.

But his finge
rs push
ed
back into my warmth and
I have no time t
o pout and beg until two became
three.
The
sounds coming from between my legs rival the ones coming from my mouth
. He moves closer, his eyes savage
as he gives me the silent command to stay quiet. It's a thin
g
easier sa
i
d than done because I'm practically convulsing because I'm so close.

He leaned
in,
his lips warm on my cheek. "I've missed you so much, Cassandra.
So much."

I wanted to play my part, say something equally romantic, but there are no words for the feelings colliding, slamming into one another when he takes my earlobe between his teeth. My climax comes twisting and
wild and I surrender to it. I surrender to him.

I slump
ed
against the door, catching my bre
ath as
aftershocks danced
through me.
I wa
tched
Chance
sink back into
the chair, t
he bulge of hi
m tenting the fly of his jeans—but h
is face was as serene as if he'd just climaxed right along with me.

My c
onfusion must have been
as clear as day because he arched an eyebrow
in bemusement
. "Something you'd like to ask?"

I blushed and shot my eyes downward as I pulled
my underwear back on. "I'm just surprised is
all.
"

"Surprised that I didn't finish?"

I didn't reply, but I couldn't help but think about past
liaisons
, rough handling that was always punctuated by him taking me.
Climaxing wi
th me.
His eyes were still devouring me even though I was
almost fully clothed. Was this another lesson? A dominant thing where he made me wait until I begged for him?

My head was back in the game but the rest of me was st
ill catching up. My nipples still pierced through my bra.
I was still wet and quivering.
And if he kept looking at me that way...

I let out a sigh of relief when the phone on his desk buzzed to life
, giving me a reprieve
. He brought it to his ear and if his responses were any indication, a student was heading to his office.
I swiped my bag and gave him a small wave, but he gave me a stern look
and held up a finger to stop me from leaving.

When he hung up the phone, I tossed my hair over my shoulder and tried to seem nonchalant. "Well, I better head out. I have a class and-"

"I want to see y
ou again." His voice was as intimate as any kiss.
"I want to do more of this."

I hesitated.
Say yes! It's obvious he's still in love with you. A few more of these trysts and you can s
how him what it's like to
have your heart split in two.

I put aside my guilt and forced a smile.
“
I think we should too.
”

When I left his office, it should have been a vi
ctory. But with his taste still warm on my lips, the thought of hurting him didn’t bring me any satisfaction
.

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About the Author

Ava Claire is a sucker for Alpha males and happily ever
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The Student (Part One): November

The Student (Part Two): December

The Student (Part Three): January

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