Professor Cline Revealed (6 page)

Mason

What the fuck was I doing?

Dinner? I’m losing my fucking mind.

I’d just sat down in the chair in my home office when my phone rang. I looked at the name lighting up the screen and debated on whether or not to answer, but I knew he’d continue to call until I picked up.

“Yeah,” I said, taking the call. I never called him Dad. He’d lost that privilege a long time ago.

I should have let it go to voicemail, but I knew he would have continued to call until I picked up.

“Mason, I have tickets at the office for the charity event next Friday. Come get them by this Thursday,” he said in a tone that demanded his orders to be followed.

I sighed and rubbed at my eyes, shaking my head. I knew what charity event he wanted me to attend. It was a foundation to help women and children who were sexually abused. He did shit like this all the time. It amazed me how he could be so nonchalant.

I wanted to tell him to fuck off and go to Hell, but I wouldn’t. I’d just throw in a little something to stir the pot like I usually did. Just to make sure he remembered that I knew what kind of man he truly was.

“Do you really think it’s appropriate for you to even attend this event?”

The line was silent like I knew it would be. He was definitely fuming on the other end, but he’d never have an outburst. He was a smart man. He was a lawyer, after all. He knew better than to make confessions over the phone.

I heard him clear his throat before he spoke again. “Come by any time. If I’m not here, just ask Melanie to get them for you.”

Then he was gone. It was how our conversations usually played out. There was nothing truly personal between us anymore.

~*~

I woke the next morning around eleven and replayed the scene in my office. I must have lost my mind. I didn’t date. I picked women up, they served their purpose, and then I was done. What was it about her that made me lose all sense? It wasn’t the innocence that flowed off her in waves; I’d dealt with that plenty of times. I couldn’t figure it out.

I sighed.

Dating was something I never did. It led to hopes for more, even when told nothing more would come. I’d learned my lesson the hard way. After John Cline won his big case when I was nineteen, any chance of me having a normal relationship was lost. Everyone wanted to know his prodigy and the women wanted the fame and money. And even though I knew it was something I never truly wanted, it made me despise him even more. It was as if he’d planned on ruining every aspect of my life.

I sat up in bed, felt a pain behind my eyes and noticed the glass on my bedside table. I shouldn’t have drunk so much scotch the night before, but then I remembered why I had.

John had called me after I’d gotten home. Not the way I wanted to end my fucking day.

I made my way downstairs and headed to the kitchen to get some Tylenol and a bottle of water. Although my work was in the city, I lived in the suburbs in a quiet, upscale neighborhood. The two-story brick colonial was my sanctuary and my Hell, my place of solitude where the darkness crept in at night. Every room was decorated in reds and blacks, all except my bedroom. I did it as a reminder of the blood on my hands and darkness of my soul. I knew there were things in life we could never take back, and I didn’t plan on ever letting myself forget. My room was white and light grey, a reminder of my innocence, something which was taken away from me. I would wake in the morning in purity, then leave with the reminder of the darkness that lived deep inside.

After grabbing what I needed, I headed back to the stairs and saw Nancy, my maid, walk out of the study.

“Good morning, Nancy.”

She looked up and screamed as she looked me over. Her wide eyes darted down my body and then back to my face. She turned around quickly and apologized profusely.

“Oh, my God. I’m so sorry, Mr. Cline. I had no idea you were down here,” she explained before she scurried off back into the study.

I rubbed at my head as her high-pitched apologies rang through my ears and then looked down at myself. I’d apparently forgotten to put clothes on and given the poor old bag a show. I’d have laughed if my head wasn’t pounding. It wasn’t the first time it had happened, and I was sure it wouldn’t be the last.

I went back up to my room and threw on some sweatpants. There was only one way I knew how to get rid of the headache. I opened the door to the weight room and stepped inside, turned the classical music on and headed for the treadmill.

I’d run it out of my system.

~*~

I stepped out of my car into the cool night air. It wasn’t usual for me to go out on a weeknight and prowl clubs, but it was what I needed and after the voicemail I’d received earlier, there was no way of getting around it.

“Mason, it’s been a while. I’m still waiting. I know you haven’t forgotten.”

It was a voice I’d longed to forget, but he wouldn’t let me. He’d never be out of my life.

I could have called Rachel, but this was different. I needed a new conquest. During and after my run, I couldn’t get Emma out of my mind. I kept picturing her curvy, petite frame above mine, riding my cock until ecstasy took over her face. And I craved every minute of it. If I weren’t already fucked-up, I’d think something was wrong with me. I’d never given up control before, but there was something about her I couldn’t get past.

I made my way into the club Night Shade located downtown. It was a regular for me. It wasn’t in the high-class part of town, but I liked that aspect. I didn’t want to run into people I knew. It didn’t always work that way, but it was rare.  I didn’t wear my typical suit like I did every day when I went out at night. I dressed in jeans and a blue button-down dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to my elbows. I made myself appear approachable. I knew how intimidating I could look in a suit, so I avoided it.

I nodded to the bouncer as I made my way inside. The place was dim so it took a moment for my eyes to adjust. It had its usual smell of alcohol and sweat, which wasn’t pleasant, but I wouldn’t be there long to endure it.

Making my way to the bar, I sat at the far end and nodded to Tommy who was making some drinks for customers. He was the bartender and part owner of the club. I’d known him for around three years, ever since the place had opened. He’d noticed me the first night I’d come in. I wasn’t expecting it, but I wasn’t surprised either because when John became famous, so did I. I became an eligible bachelor in the eyes of the media in a matter of twenty-four hours. The young tycoon following in his dad’s footsteps… but they all had it wrong. I was doing everything I could to not follow in his footsteps.

Tommy handed off drinks to his customers, made his way toward me and smiled as he approached.

“Hey, man. You on the prowl tonight?” He smirked.

I never had personal conversations with him, but he wasn’t blind. He knew what I came there for.

“Gin and tonic,” I replied without answering his question.

He laughed and walked away to get my drink. He knew he wouldn’t get anything out of me.

While I waited, I looked around the room. The bar was located on the right, so I had to turn to the left to see the dance floor. There was a railing a few feet away which blocked the dance floor from the bar area and further down to the right were two pool tables.

I never explored the club, choosing to stay where I was to scope out who I’d want to pick up for the night. There were a variety of people who went to the club. You had the partiers, the college crowd, the girl groups, the guy groups, and the ones who wanted to get laid. The ones who went out to the club by themselves hoping someone would take the bait, and that was exactly what I was looking for.

Tommy walked back over, setting a napkin down before he placed my drink on top. “Let me know when you want another,” he said before walking off.

I picked up the drink and took a sip, then turned to look out on the dance floor. A provocative song was playing and the women were putting on a show. I liked to watch what they did when a man would walk up behind them and start rubbing themselves all over.  They usually never turned to see who they were dancing with. They turned and looked in my direction, made eye contact, and danced for me. If there were anything I’d ever thank John for, it’d be my looks. I knew I was attractive, and I used it to my advantage.

I spotted a brunette in a tight, strapless blue dress. She was dancing alone fairly close to the railing, so I had a good view. She danced for herself and had the attention of every guy looking out at the dance floor. She was swaying her curvy hips and rubbing her hands over her body. Every guy who came up to her was pushed away. I grinned at her actions. She knew exactly what she was doing.

The song ended, and she stood there for a minute to catch her breath before she walked off the dance floor. I turned my body back toward the bar and saw Tommy look my way with a smile, like he knew what I was about to do.

The space beside me had no customers, so she squeezed in and lifted a hand to Tommy. He nodded at her and she placed her hand back down on the bar. I watched her from the corner of my eye as I lifted my drink to my lips. I could see her looking at me, so I turned my head toward her. She smiled and looked away. I drank the rest of my drink, placed it down on the napkin and then looked back at her. She was tall with big brown eyes which looked exotic. I tried to imagine what she looked like naked, but the only image coming to mind was Emma.

I closed my eyes and shook my head, running a hand down my face. I needed to get her out of my system.

“You come here a lot,” I heard from beside me.

I turned toward her with my eyebrows pinched together. Her statement took me off-guard. “Excuse me?”

“I’ve seen you in here a couple of times,” she stated as she leaned in closer to me. I could smell the alcohol on her breath and knew she wouldn’t be the one for me for the night. I didn’t like them drunk. They needed to be able to make a wise decision before I took them to the condo. She placed her hand on my shoulder and brought her lips to my ear. “I’ve seen you here before…and you never leave with the same girl.”

She pulled back with a smile as if she’d just accomplished something, but all she did was deter me from being there. Obviously I’d gotten her attention before, but this was a game to me. I didn’t want pussy being thrown in my face.

Tommy came over and placed a fruity drink in front of Ms. Blue Dress.

“You want another one?” Tommy asked me, yelling over the music. I shook my head and he walked off. The place was filling up with more people and it looked like it was about time for me to go.

I pulled out my wallet and placed a fifty on the bar. Then I felt a hand on my thigh.

“You’re not leaving already, are you?” she asked with a pouty expression.

I picked her hand up and flicked it off my leg. “Sorry, but you’re not my type,” I said as I stood up and headed for the door. I wasn’t usually an asshole, but if I was ever to go there again, I didn’t want her thinking she could approach me. It wasn’t the way I did things.

I pulled my phone out and looked at the time, noticing it was close to eleven. I was just going to head home. I needed to figure out what I was going to do about Emma.

Mason – Seventeen years old

I was in my room doing my homework. I had a big history test coming up on Thursday, and I wanted to make sure I knew everything. Exams would be coming soon and with graduation around the corner, I wanted to have all A’s.

I was summarizing the chapter I had just read when John came into my room. He was wearing his usual suit and tie. I never understood why he wore a suit around the house, and I never saw him wear anything else. It was as if he was trying to impress himself.

“Come here,” he commanded with the wave of his hand. “I have something for you.”

I pushed my chair back and walked toward my door. When I stepped out into the hallway, he was already making his way down the stairs. I followed behind him all the while wondering what he could have for me.

When I reached the first floor, I followed John down the hall toward his office and was surprised when he stopped at the door which led to the basement. I was told on numerous occasions to never go into the basement. It wasn’t a problem for me. I didn’t want to know what the hell he had going on down there anyway, but since I was making my way down, I was getting nervous.

We hadn’t said more than a few words to each other since my mother passed away. I wanted to keep it that way, but unfortunately for me I couldn’t. He was my source of income until I was twenty-five, and if I was going to go to college then I’d have to ride it out.

He made it down the stairs and approached the only door at the bottom. I made my way next to him and he placed his hand on my shoulder, gripping it with a slight grin.

“I got something for you, son,” he told me as he opened the door to the room.

I didn’t notice her at first. Not until John pointed at the bed. “Happy birthday, Mason,” he said as he pushed me into the room.

He closed the door and left while I stood there, my eyes wide, staring at the girl on the bed. She was naked, except for the black nylons that went up to her thighs. I could hear her heavy breathing.
Or is that my own?
I lifted my hand to my heart and could feel it pounding out of my chest.

What the fuck is this?

I turned to look at the door, my first thought being that I needed to leave, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to. He’d be out there expecting it.

I slowly walked to the bed and noticed the blindfold over her eyes. She was lying on her stomach with her hands tied to the headboard and she was moving the lower part of her body on the bed, moaning softly.

I couldn’t help but watch her, my pants getting tighter with every second. Every time she moved, she’d lift off the bed, showing the outline of her breasts. They were big and full, nothing I’d ever seen before.

I knew I shouldn’t have been turned on by it—she was being objectified—but I couldn’t help my reaction.

As I stepped up to the bed, she turned her head toward me. She bit her lip and rested her head on her arm. “Please, touch me,” she begged.

She lifted her ass in the air and wiggled it in invitation. My eyes widened in shock at her forwardness. She didn’t even know who was in the room and she was asking me to touch her?

I looked over her body as I debated on what to do. I couldn’t do what John would expect me to do. Did he think I would just come in here and take advantage of her? Rape and degrade her? I could never do something like that. I wasn’t him.

Making my decision, I walked to a chair against the wall, across from the bed. I didn’t want to approach her. She wasn’t acting normal. If I had to take a guess I’d say she was drugged, but I didn’t know what kind of drug made anyone act the way she was.

I rubbed my sweaty hands on my pants and sat and waited. I didn’t know how long John expected me to be in there, but I’d wait it out. I at least wanted to wait until the drugs wore off and she either came to her senses or passed out. The whole situation had me uncomfortable. It wasn’t as if I was a virgin, but I felt like a voyeur watching her move and moan on the bed. I hated that it was turning me on, that my dick was stiff in my pants, but I wouldn’t do anything about it.

She looked to be the same age as me, maybe a bit older. I’d never seen her before, so I had no idea who she was or where she’d come from. Maybe she was a prostitute or call girl, I didn’t know. She didn’t look like it to me, but I’d never met one in person before and if I had, they were fully clothed.

“Please touch me,” she pleaded again. “I need you to touch me.”

I stared at the bed where she writhed and wiggled, moaning to be touched. I looked toward the door not knowing what to do. I couldn’t stay in there. I was liable to do something I’d regret and I wasn’t like that.

I got up from the chair and walked toward the door, trying to ignore her moans and groans. I grabbed the handle and turned, but the damn thing was locked.

That motherfucker locked me in.

I slammed my hand on the door in frustration and turned around to look at her. She was sitting up on her knees, pulling against her restraints. The thought to untie her ran through my mind, but I didn’t know what mental state she was in. And if I tried to talk to her, I could’ve just fueled her desire. I didn’t know what to think so I’d just wait it out. Unless she was harming herself, I’d just sit there.

I walked back to the chair, trying to avoid her body and moans. Every time she groaned the sound traveled through my body, causing my dick to jump. The situation was gross and disturbing on so many levels, but my dick didn’t care. I sat in the chair and had to adjust myself in my pants. Just that touch alone had me holding back a groan of my own. I’d never been that turned on before. There was a beautiful woman on the bed asking to be touched and even though I wasn’t going to act on it, my arousal was trying to change my mind.

I tried to keep my eyes diverted from the bed by looking around the room. I wasn’t searching for anything specific; I was just trying to avoid staring. But then movement caught my eyes. She’d somehow maneuvered a pillow between her legs and was rocking back and forth on it.

My mouth fell open and my heart rate picked up as I watched. She rubbed herself over the pillow, moaning at every thrust of her hips with her head tilted back. It was a beautiful sight whether it was wrong for me to like it or not. I had no control over my hand as it gently started rubbing my dick through my jeans. I couldn’t just ignore what she was doing and although I should’ve stopped her, I didn’t want to. I knew it was wrong to watch, but she was mesmerizing.

Her moans got louder as she rocked faster and my hand rubbed harder against my jeans. I was in a trance, watching her every movement. My breathing came in shallow pants until she was pulling on her restraints and bowed her head, letting out a loud, throaty groan. I groaned with her as I squeezed my cock, my cum spilling out all over my leg into my boxer briefs.

I closed my eyes as the sensations ran through my body, slowly coming to a stop. I couldn’t believe I’d just done that, but it had to have been the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced. That was until I heard crying.

My eyes snapped open and I looked toward the girl who was still sitting astride the pillow with her head bowed, but I could clearly see her shoulders shaking. I could hear her whimpers and I slowly got up from the chair. I didn’t know what I’d do, but I couldn’t just sit there and watch her cry. I felt like a complete and utter asshole for what I’d just done, regret taking over after the feeling of an orgasmic high was gone.

I walked around to the side of the bed to get a good view of her, no longer concerned that she was naked. Reaching forward, I grabbed onto the blindfold soaked with tears and lifted it over her head. She jerked away and blinked rapidly until she was able to focus on me.

She gasped as she saw me and tried to get away, but the binds on her hands were holding her to the bed.

“Shhhh, I won’t hurt you. I promise,” I said in a calming tone. I didn’t know what else to say.

“Please, let me go,” she pleaded through tears before she started to moan again.

~*~

Present

My eyes shot open to a darkened room. It took a minute for me to realize I was in my house in my own bed. Then I realized I was clutching my dick. A light sheen of sweat coated my skin and I could feel cum on my stomach, making the sheet stick to me.

“Fuck me,” I said, exasperated.
That fucking dream.
Although it wasn’t a dream, it was a memory. One of many I wished to forget.

I sat up in bed, throwing the sheet off me. The darkness was consuming me again, and there was no escaping it. It wrapped around me like a barbed wire, holding me prisoner. The itch was starting to take over as I remembered the words John had said to me when I left that room.

“Welcome to my world, son.”