Authors: Kat Austen
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C
HAPTER
ONE
Emma
I
’ve been obsessing
over him for months, but right when I thought I had him in my palm, out he flew.
At least that’s how it seems.
It’s Friday, and I’ve been sitting in this same seat all week, listening to him lecture about cellular biology, and he hasn’t once looked my way. Not once. How could he touch me like he did last Saturday, make me feel the things I did, and act like nothing happened when I stepped into the lecture hall on Monday?
Had he been drunk? High? Had he experienced a bout of amnesia? A case of selective memory?
I don’t know for sure, but I’m about to find out. I’ve waited all week, and when I entered the lecture hall today, before any of the other students, I slipped into my front-row seat and waited for him to acknowledge me. But he ignored me. Kept right on tapping on his laptop like everything was normal in his world when mine felt as though it was about to implode.
He is going to give me an answer. An explanation even. A guy can’t just mess with a girl the way he did last weekend and act like nothing happened a few days later.
Especially when that someone is my professor.
Yes, my professor. Yes again, I know what a dirty little cliché it is to have it bad for my professor, but I don’t care. I do have it bad for him. So bad I can’t even think of being with another guy. Never. It’s him or no one for me—that’s how bad my ache runs.
Professor Luke Faraday is a god among men. There is no debate. He is a god. A living, breathing god that walks among us.
Before you go judging me for clearly having daddy issues, let me mention that Dr. Faraday is one of the youngest professors on campus. He’s in his late twenties, so he isn't much older than his students. Most of the other girls want him too, but not in the same way I do. They want the god he is to worship them, to defile their bodies and send them packing. They want the one-night stand, the check in the box beside 'Slept with Hot Professor.'
I want him for another reason. For all of the reasons. To worship him, to offer up the sacrifice of my body, and to get on my knees before him and do his bidding. I want to give him what he deserves—not just for one night but every night.
Yes, I recognize this borders on unhealthy. Yes, I know I’m obsessed. Yes, I realize others have been slapped with restraining orders for less, but I don’t care.
If a person doesn’t obsess and crave and long for the one they want to the point where dying seems better than living if they can’t be together, then fuck that. I don’t want the mediocre alternative.
“Class dismissed.”
Dr. Faraday’s voice rings through the room, pulling me out of my thoughts. No more thinking—time to put those thoughts into action.
I linger in my seat for a minute, waiting for the lecture hall to empty. It takes a while, because it’s a big room with lots of students and half of them are female. The girls are always the last to leave. Like me, they’re hoping he’ll glance up from that damn laptop of his and single them out of the crowd of applicants lining up to fuck him into next week.
But last weekend was the only time I’ve seen that smoky, dark look settle into his expression. When my body had been tangled around his, my mouth toying with his tongue.
The image has me shifting in my seat, making it squeak. The auditorium is one of the older ones on campus, and every chair could probably go through a can of WD-40.
When Dr. Faraday looks up from his laptop, he seems surprised to see me still sitting in my seat in the empty auditorium. Like, genuinely surprised that I’d have anything to talk with him about, because yeah, I do that kind of stuff at clubs with guys all the time. Every weekend. Of course I do.
“What are you doing?” His voice fills the room, rolling over me. “Class is over. Time to move on.” Sparing not another look my way, he gets back to his laptop.
If I ever get close to it, I’m going to chuck that thing across this whole auditorium. Let it try to distract him from me again.
“I want to talk to you about my grade.” My voice doesn’t fill the space like his does, but it comes out stronger than I thought it would. I’ve never had this kind of conversation before. I don’t really have that much experience when it comes to guys, but still, I sound brave. Confident.
Good.
“No, you don’t.” Dr. Faraday closes his laptop and sends an icy stare across the room at me. “You wanted to talk to me about something else.” He comes around the large table in front and leans into it, pinning me to my chair with his stare. “Though talking probably isn’t on your mind if last week is any indication of how you approach life.”
“You’re still mad about that?” I shift in my chair.
His teeth grind together. “Seething.”
The way his words cascade over me makes me shift again. As we were going at each other like crazy in the middle of the club, I might have moaned something along the lines of
Dr. Faraday.
When he realized the stranger who’d just come up to him and forced herself on him was, in fact, a student, that kind of ruined the whole moment.
I guess he’s one of those professors who holds to a moral code of
Thou shalt not fuck thy students
or some shit like that. Morals or not, he’d wanted to. He would have if I’d kept my mouth shut instead of moaning his name when that skilled hand of his wound beneath my dress and went straight for my sweet spot.
His wasn’t the only hand to wander south.
“You liked it.” I make myself look at him as I fire back, “I know you did. I could feel it.”
Just thinking about the way he felt cupped in my hand makes me shift again. The insides of my thighs are slippery from all of the images that have been messing with my head for the past hour.
He crosses his arms, and even though he’s glaring at me like loathing doesn’t hold a match to the way he feels about me, my body fires to life. I run my eyes down him. He might have the brain and career of a nerd, but he possesses the body of a jock and the face of a damn
GQ
model. He’s like no other man anywhere, which means every single woman he passes can’t
not
check him out. It’s a rule of the universe. Pass Luke Faraday on the sidewalk, and you turn your head to get a better view.
When my eyes linger on his crotch, my hand aching remembering the feel of him, I swear he thrusts his hips forward a little. When my eyes jump back to his, my blush creeping up my neck into my face, he gives me a look that makes every nerve in my body stand on end.
“Yes, I did like it, and thank god I didn’t let it go any further than that clothed petting. If we did what you had planned and anyone at the school found out, my ass would be on the line.” His jaw sets again, and his gaze leaves me like he’s too disgusted to look at me another second.
Guilt floods me. Shame forces its way in too. He’s right. What we did could jeopardize his career if anyone found out. What we almost did definitely would have jeopardized his career if anyone found out.
The guilt and shame get me out of my chair, but it’s the embarrassment that sends my ass toward the door.
I’d offered myself to him, and his response was disgust. I’d admitted I wanted him, and his answer was repulsion.
“I’m sorry,” I say as I rush toward the end of the row, dying to run up the stairs and escape and never come into his class again.
What an idiot I was to think he’d ever want me, even if it was just for a quick fuck to relieve a little tension.
The sounds the heels of my Mary Janes make echo through the room as I hurry across the tile, but his voice cuts through the noise. “Oh, it’s too late for sorrys. Much too late for those.”
I brake to a stop when his dark voice comes over me. Chills spill down my spine.
“You should have mentioned you were a student before you pressed your body into mine at the club and taken my tongue into your mouth. You should have told me you were in my class before you held my dick and gave him a taste of your touch.”
Chills of a different kind assault my body. His voice is different. His expression is too. It’s not resolution stringing his words together anymore—it’s something else. I don’t know what, but my instincts fire to life. The instinct that tells a person to run when something dangerous is stalking closer.
I stay where I am.
“I thought you’d know.” My voice is shaky, mirroring the tremors of my body. “That you’d remember my face.”
“I teach four classes, each one filled with over sixty students. I wouldn’t recognize your face if you sat in the front row every day and wore a monkey suit.”
He’s moved behind me so I can’t see him, but his footsteps echo through the room as he moves.
A streak of boldness hits me, and I don’t let it go to waste. “Liar,” I say, nice and slow so it sinks in deep. “You’ve known my name since the first day I walked into your class. You knew who I was when you put your hands on me last weekend, and you know why I’m here now.”
A low chuckle winds around the room. He sounds farther away. “Why are you here now?”
When I glance over my shoulder, I see him climbing the stairs of the auditorium. I’m not sure if he’s trying to leave for the day, escape an obsessed student, or inform campus security I’m harassing him, but I’m not going to stop now. I’ve kept this secret, this desire, to myself for too long. It’s time for him to know. To be burdened with the knowledge of it. What he chooses to do with it is up to him, but I can’t keep it to myself any longer.
Turning around, I straighten. My blouse stretches across my chest, the hem of my skirt lifting as I stand tall. “I’m here to have you finish what you started.”
“Some kissing and groping is not my definition of getting started, and if you think it is, you have no idea the kind of man you’re toying with.” He’s stopped on the stairs, looking down at me with a foreign expression. He looks like he’s in pain. When his eyes settle on my chest, that pained expression amplifies. “And I’m not finishing a damn thing. So if that’s what you’re after, go on the internet and look for discreet delivery. Don’t forget to pick up batteries.”
His words hit me like a slap, but I keep going. Whatever I’m saying, whatever I’m doing . . . it’s getting through to him. He felt something last Saturday. He can deny it all he wants, but he feels something for me now too.
My gaze dips down his body like his is assaulting mine. I instantly notice the bulge pressing beneath his zipper. It would be impossible to miss. The walls of my pussy clench involuntarily, almost like it’s fantasizing about him filling me.
“Your words are saying one thing”—my gaze circles his crotch again before lifting to his eyes—“but your cock’s saying something else.”
His body shudders when the vile word spills from my mouth, but his glare doesn’t dim. “Emma . . .” he warns.
My eyebrow lifts, and I step toward him. “Now who doesn’t know my name?”
I take another step closer. Even though we’re separated by at least twenty feet, the room closes in around us. His expression is dark, his eyes alive, and if he wants to keep fighting this, that’s his right, but I’m going to give him a taste of what he’s missing before I leave.
My fingers work the top button of my blouse free. They lower to the next one and pop that one free. Folding the fabric aside, I make sure he has a good view of exactly what he’s saying no to. His gaze dips to the area I’ve exposed for him. His eyes devour me, making me shift. He apparently has no qualms about fucking me with his eyes.
There he is. There’s the man who backed me against a wall last weekend and ground his body against mine. There’s the man who almost made me come with one light brush through a layer of fabric.
There’s the man I’ve spent months obsessing over, scheming ways to make him mine. With the way he’s looking at me now, I just might be able to make him mine . . . if only for a few stolen, heated moments.
It would be worth it. If that’s all I can have of him, it will be enough.
“Thanks for clarifying everything for me,” I say, making my way toward the door again, testing him. “Putting me in my place.”
I don’t make it two steps before his voice fills the room. “Don’t you take another fucking step away from me.”
This time, the chills that spill down my back are different. No longer derived from pleasure, these ones come from a different place. Fear.
C
HAPTER
TWO
Luke
S
he has
no fucking clue what she’s doing. Who she’s messing with. The kind of man she thinks she wants. She doesn’t have any idea what she’s asking for and, now that she’s asked, what I’ll be giving her.
She doesn’t have a clue.
Acknowledging that makes my cock swell.
“You’ve toyed with me long enough, Emma. It’s time to pay up.” I try to keep from smirking at her shivering like a leaf in the wind. She was so brave a moment ago. So forward. So empowered and vocal about what she wanted from me. She had no idea what she was asking for. But she asked . . . “It’s time to pay the price for fucking with a man’s head.”
When I reach the top stair, I slide the lock on the door. The metallic sound fills the room. It makes her tremble. I grunt when my cock twitches.
“Professor Faraday.”
Poor little Emma. Her poor little trembling voice. All it took was a few words from me in a certain tone to chase the brave right out of her. I can’t wait to see what plunging my cock into her will do to her crumbling courage. She’ll probably scream. She’ll probably beg me to stop and struggle to get away.
I have to palm my impatient member to keep it from ripping through my zipper. It wants her. It’s wanted her for a while. It’s grown particularly for her and her alone. No one else can tempt it into submission.
Finally, it’s about to have her.
“
Doctor,
” I warn in a voice that makes her flinch. “You will call me Doctor Faraday, or there will be consequences.”
I move down the back row toward the door at the other end of the auditorium. She eyes the door like she’s gauging if she can make it to it before I can. I grin down at her when she realizes she can’t. Not in those damn innocent-looking shoes that are really fuck-me heels. They’re working, since I have every intention of fucking her. Again. And again. Until she thinks twice about showing up to my classroom in that kind of outfit.
Short skirts, tight tops, knee-high socks, and fuck-me heels will be dealt with accordingly. And succinctly. Compliments of my cock.
“What are you doing, Doctor Faraday?”
Her soft, shaking voice makes me groan in anticipation of what’s coming. I’ve waited for this day for so long. Been patient. Biding my time. Waiting for just the right moment to claim her body. To take her any way I want, every way she begs.
“Ensuring you keep your end of the deal,” I answer.
“What deal?” She trembles when the sound of the second door locking rolls through the room.
There. Now no one can interrupt me as I take my reward for my patience. As I feast on the fruits of her body.
“You’ve been fucking with my head for months.” I descend the stairs, one slow step at a time. “Now it’s my turn. But your head isn’t what I have in mind.”
Every step I move closer to her, she takes one to back away. She runs out of steps when her back hits the wall. I keep descending upon her, stalking her like she’s my supper. When her lips part as she sucks in a ragged breath, my heads tips.
I inspect those pillowy lips that were made to cushion a dick the size of mine. “Though I suppose your mouth’s a part of your head, and I will definitely be fucking that, so why don’t we just say I’ll be fucking every part of you there is to fuck.”
Her hands splay against the wall, and she shakes her head. Her big blue eyes are even larger now. “Dr. Faraday. Please. You’re not thinking.”
I shake my head as my fingers move to the neck of my shirt. I unbutton it and loosen my tie. I need to get out of these clothes, most especially my pants, before I lose circulation in my throbbing dick. “No, I’m not. That’s what you’ve done to me.” The heel of my shoe striking the tile fills the room as I leave the stairs. “This is the consequence of your actions.”
“Don’t.” Her eyes narrow, some fight still left in her.
Good. I would have been extremely disappointed if she didn’t fight me as I’ve been picturing she would. When she crosses her arms, trying to hide the exposed skin of her chest she just sealed her fate with, I stop in front of her. I pin her to the wall with a look that makes her squirm.
“Take off your shirt,” I order.
If she wants to tease me with it, to break me with those perfect, burgeoning tits of hers, then she will pay the price of her ploy.
“Dr. Faraday.” Emma’s arms cross higher, trying to hide her luscious chest, but not even my massive arms would be up to the task of wrangling in a rack that size.
I laugh as her attempts to cover herself up only result in more of her flesh falling out of her halfway unbuttoned shirt. When she continues to struggle with trying to hide herself from me, I feel the demon inside me quake. My hands curl into fists as my jaw pops from the tension building within me, originating in my throbbing member.
“Take off your shirt,” I order again, louder this time. I match my face to my tone so she knows she can resist all she wants, but I’m taking what I want.
“You’re scaring me.” Her gaze dips to my crotch again, and her eyes widen some more.
Yes, darling, that’s right. You wanted it. You’re going to get it. Every last inch of me. In every last hole of you.
“Then next time you think about toying with a man, make sure he isn’t one like me.” I tip my head at her, knowing what she thought she was getting is a complete contrast to who I really am. “More animal than man. Driven by instinct. Taking what he wants, when he wants it, and right now, I want your shirt off.”
In what I guess is the last reserve of courage she has left, she stares me straight in the eye and shakes her head. “No.”
I cluck my tongue at her, waving my finger, before I go to work unbuttoning my shirt cuffs. One at a time, I roll up my sleeves, pushing them up past my elbows. The whole time, she watches me, her eyes molesting the exposed flesh of my forearms. Good god. She’s terrified of me, and at the same time, she wants me so badly I bet I could shove my dick straight in her without so much as a courtesy clit flick to prime her body for me.
“Good. I wanted to rip it off anyway.”
Another gasp escapes from her parted lips.
“I’ve been wanting to rip these tight little tit-hugging shirts off of you since the day you slid into that seat and leaned over to get something out of your backpack.” I point at the chair Emma’s sat in since the day class started. The same one every single day. “The way they spilled out of your shirt, teasing me, that cleavage just begging to be fucked by my cock. As soon as class was over, I pulled my cock out, pictured it grinding through those luscious tits, and I marked your empty chair with my cum.”
Her eyes drift to her chair, widening in what may be horror as likely as it could be arousal.
“The next day when you came in and took the same seat, I can’t tell you how difficult it was to make it through the lecture when I knew my cum was surrounding your body. Well, now it’s time to fill that body with it too.” I palm my crotch, but it only serves to heighten my arousal instead of temporarily sating it. “You’re on the pill, so I can pump you as full of it as I want and not worry about getting you pregnant. Yet. But that will come too.”
I can’t help the wicked smile that forms when I notice her legs shake. She might think she’s scared, but she has no idea what I have in store for her. How good I’m going to make her feel.
“How do you know . . .?”
Her eyes race to the door again, and I want to laugh. On those quaking legs, in those heels, she couldn’t make it two steps before I’d be on her, pinning her to the floor.
The image of it almost has me hoping she’ll run. I wouldn’t mind taking her on the floor. The harder the surface, the better the fucking.
“I went through your file at the medical building here on campus.”
Now this look, this one is definitely horror. “Those are private files.”
I roam in front of her, keeping my distance. For now. “I wouldn’t think you had much concern for privacy. Especially since I’ve caught you sitting in your car outside of my house late at night. What were you doing there?”
When her mouth falls open, I almost throw myself on her. That mouth. It will be my undoing, especially if she keeps opening it like that, parting it, gasping. Soon I’ll be drawing moans and screams from it, my obsession with it only growing.
“Were you watching me undress and climb into the shower? Touching yourself as you watched? Is that why you did it? To get yourself off since I wasn’t doing it for you?”
She pushes off the wall a little. “You knew?”
I circle closer. From this distance, I can smell her. From the scent of her shampoo to the scent that resides between her legs, the waiting is killing me. I need her. I have to have her. “Of course I knew. Why do you think I kept the blinds open and jacked off in full view?”
When my hand lowers to my crotch, stroking myself a few times through my slacks, she watches. She likes to watch. That’s why I gave her such a good show the last time.
“It wasn’t for the neighbors’ benefit, poppet.”
Her chest is moving fast, her breathing rushed. Horny little girl. “That was for me?”
I nod. “All of it. All of this has been for you.” Waving around the room, I end with pointing my finger between her and me. “Now it’s time to reward me for my patience and efforts.”
She steps closer and the sound her heel makes stabs the silence. “You’ve been planning this.”
If only she knew . . . she’d run.
My obsession for her runs deep. It’s all-consuming. All-encompassing. All-powerful. All . . . everything.
“Ever since the day you walked through that door.” I point at the one she first came in through, the last one I’d locked, sealing her fate. “Now, don’t make me ask again—take off your shirt and let me see those perfect tits I’ve spent months jacking off to.”
Her breathing heavy, she stares at me like she’s trying to figure out an equation. Her eyes skim my body, making multiple visits to what resides below my belt. When they end on my eyes, her fingers move to her shirt.
She slips the next button free, then the next, until there’re no more left to undo. She never breaks eye contact. I don’t think she even blinks. God knows I don’t. I don’t want to miss a thing.
“Off,” I order when the shirt stays draped over her shoulders, hiding those glorious peaks.
Slowly, she pulls one arm free from her shirt. Then the other, until at last, the blouse spills down her back and floats to the floor. Her arms cover herself at first, but all she needs to see is my jaw going rigid before her arms fall back to her sides. She’s learning. Listen . . . or else.
“They’re perfect.” My voice comes from a place deep inside when I feel my tip leak a few drops at the sight of her naked upper half. The fun I’m going to have with those . . . I back up until I feel the seat of one of the chairs in the front row. “Even better than I imagined. Now show me how you touch yourself when you think of me. Show me what I do to you.”
“No.” She says it firmly, making her tits bounce a little.
“Why not? This is what you wanted, right?” My finger waves between the two of us again. “Well, now you’re getting it.”
Her gaze drifts down to her naked chest before landing on me settling into the chair. “This isn’t how I pictured it.”
“This is exactly how I pictured it.” I adjust myself after taking a seat and spread my legs in front of me. “You want some boy who will take you to the movies and share a popcorn and fail to give your body pleasure after he takes his in three thrusts, then you’re messing in the wrong league. You want a man who will take care of you and your needs, then you’re exactly where you need to be.” To ease the pain pulsing in my cock, I stroke him a few times. All it does is make the ache grow. “But you need to take care of my needs in return, and my needs runs deeper than most.” My needs run so deep that if she knew, she would run. She would never stop running. “Touch yourself.”
Her arms cross again, and rage sears through me, red hot and violent. “Dr. Faraday—”
“Touch yourself or leave.” I thrust my arm toward the door and try to control my voice so she doesn’t realize I’m about to rip the arm off this chair because she’s obscured my view of her fuck-worthy tits. “You can walk away. I’ll give you another minute to leave and I’ll forget this whole thing. Let that minute pass and you’re still here, you’re mine. To do with as I please.” My eyes move to the clock hanging on the wall across from me. “Time’s counting.”
I don’t know what I’m saying. Why I’m saying it. I’m not letting her go anywhere. If she takes a step toward that door, I’m fucking her on the floor with her face down and her body writhing beneath me. She’s mine. She offered herself up to me on a goddamn silver platter, and now it’s time to partake in that gift. She can’t back out now. She can’t take back what she’s so eagerly offered because now she knows what she is dealing with—a carnal beast driven by desire and need.
No, that isn’t the way this works.
Still, I let her
think
I’m giving her the choice. So when she decides to stay, I’ll have no qualms about riding her hard and acting out every filthy thing I’ve been envisioning for weeks.
I can almost hear her thoughts. Her gaze shifts toward the door, and just when her body angles in that direction, her hand slides beneath her skirt.
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