Sinful Touch : A Dark Professor Romance

12. Liliana

When I open my eyes, it is dark, really dark. I don”t know when I fell asleep. The last thing I remember was Jax and me watching a movie while snuggling on the couch. I didn’t mean to fall asleep; I guess I was tired. Everything has been happening so fast, and it reminds me of the dark romances I read and write. Their love didn’t make any logical sense, and I feel Jax and I are starting to fall into that category.

Not only is he my professor, but the age gap between us makes us Taboo in itself.

I am 18, and he is 32. To me, it is not a big deal, but I know to others it would be. My mother would not approve, but then again, there is nothing about me that she does approve of.

I seem to always do something wrong, and I never seem to be able to do anything right.

My eyes slowly start to adjust to the darkness of the room. Facing me is Jaxon. His eyes are closed, and his breathing is steady. His dark hair has fallen into his face. I slowly look over his face, neck, and chest. His tattoos are showing now that he is no longer wearing his shirt.

His muscles are flexed as he gets taken away by deep sleep.

I have been tossing and turning, or at least that is what my body feels like it was doing. The contract is heavy on my mind. I have so many questions, and at the same time, I don”t know if that makes any sense at all.

I trust him, but part of me is scared.

He said there were rules to follow, and once I read the contract, there were a lot of rules. I have had to follow my mother’s rules my whole life, and the thought of following more rules scares me.

I am trying to understand where he is coming from with the contract, but I don”t know if I ever will understand fully, I want to.

I can tell it is important to him, something he needs from me, not just wants from me.

I want him. I am just scared that I am not what he really wants.

I have no experience with anything except for what I have done with him. He is used to women who know what they want, what they like and don”t like. I don”t. The only experience I have is from what I have read and written about sex.

I guess I am just scared of disappointing him.

I lean in and gently connect my lips to his, I pull back before I decide that I need more, which if I am being honest has already happened.

I pull back a little more as Jax turns over, my eyes lock on his back, scars on top of scars. my heart sinks as I lift my hand and gently touch his scars with my fingertips.

We all have a past that has shaped us into who we are right now. His past has made him who he is today, and part of who he is is needing me to sign the contract, willingly giving myself to him in every way, and allowing him to make all the choices for me.

Even though it scares me to death, a life without him scares me even more.

I slowly roll over and place my feet on his floor, I get up from the bed and make my way over to the table, I see the contract sitting there with a pen next to it. I know he said he wants me to think about it and that there is no pressure, but the pressure comes from myself.

I can’t risk losing him, so if this is what he needs from me, then so be it.

I reach down and grab the pen, placing it on the blank line. I take a deep breath and quickly sign my name before my anxiety takes over. I then place the pen back on the table.

Strong arms wrap around me. Jax kisses the back of my head and pulls back. I slowly turn in his arms and look into his eyes. His green eyes make me feel safe and secure even in the darkness.

“I am yours, Jaxon Fox,” I say with confidence. He needs to know that I consent to everything. I need and have needed him since we first met in his classroom. I have been writing about him, desiring him.

He looks at me momentarily, then down at the contract.

A smile forms across his lips as he looks back at me.

He releases me and reaches down grabbing onto my legs and lifting me off of the ground, a laugh escapes me as I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.

“I have something I need to show you,” Jax says.

“Okay,” I say, leaning in and quickly kissing his lips. He turns around and exits the room, walking down the hallway and up the staircase.

I can’t see much but there are a lot of doors, he stops at the end of the hallway and releases his hold on me lowering me to the ground.

He grabs my hand and then turns the doorknob, gently pushing it open.

He turns on the light switch and walks inside, forcing me to do the same.

My heart races as I stop dead in my tracks.

“Holy cow.” The words come out before I can stop them. The contract stated a sex room. This is not what I had inside my head at all. This room is so much more.

Jax chuckles as he releases my hand and makes his way over to the bed.

He watches me closely as I look around. There are chains, whips, and many other things; I have no idea what the heck they are.

The walls are covered with different things. From what the contract said, I assume we will use them on each other, more me than him, though.

I slowly make my way over to Jax. I rest my hands on his shoulders as I look down at him.

His green eyes are so much brighter now.

“This is my black room,” He confesses to me.

I can see why everything is black, from the walls to the black marble floor.

“This is where we will spend most of our time.”

I nod as my heart continues to race.

“Darlin,” He whispers.

I look back down at him.

“Do you trust me?” he asks, tilting his head to the side.

“Yes, I trust you,” I say with as much confidence as possible.

“What is your hard limit word?” He asks softly.

“Black,” I whisper.

He smiles and stands up, kissing me on the forehead. “That’s my good girl,” he whispers against my skin.

I never thought my praise kink would come true, but now it has. I can’t hide that it turns me on when he praises me and calls me that.

I feel different inside when he calls me Lil or Darlin compared to when he calls me a good girl.

Even though I am nervous and I have no idea what I am doing, I can’t wait to find out.