Chapter 10 John
JOHN
We’re well into the school year, nearly approaching the Thanksgiving holidays, and I’m no closer to letting this woman go.
She permeates my thoughts and dreams. I wake up hard every fucking morning, jacking myself in punishing strokes to rid my brain of all the images its conjured up of her delectable body throughout the night.
It’s a necessary evil if I want to control myself from touching her in class.
I’ve had to stop meandering through the lecture hall because I’d catch whiffs of her sweet, flowery scent, and my cock would swell in response.
I’m now relegated to hovering around the lectern, hiding behind my podium to conceal my errant erections.
This fucking girl.
Emma
I hope it’s okay that I’m texting you.
More than okay, pet.
Good
What’s going on?
My professor. He was a jerk in class today. It always feels like he’s picking on me.
It feels wrong deceiving her like this. I’m supposed to be keeping my professional and personal lives separate. Would she still talk to me if she knew who I was?
Sometimes weak men need to assert their dominance to feel powerful. He’s probably intimidated by you.
It feels like he’s constantly annoyed by me.
So no offense, but I know you like to dominate, how is that different?
I chuckle to myself, impressed by her perceptiveness.
For me, being dominant is about being in control. Of myself, my urges, my sub. I only feel powerful when I’ve harnessed your power, not weakened it.
So what kind of dom are you?
There are a few kinds that fit my kink. It’s a misnomer that all dominants fall into one type.
Tastes change, kinks change, depending on the person or situation.
I definitely live up to my name of Daddy Dom.
I like protecting and praising my sub, but I also enjoy spanking and scolding them when they get out of line.
But I’m not into age play like some daddies are.
Is it weird that I don’t like thinking about you with other subs?
That shouldn’t make my heart flutter like it does.
I clutch the phone harder in my hand, cursing myself for this reaction.
She’s my student. And my only sub, and she really shouldn’t be the latter if I was following school rules.
But clearly I’m willing to break rules for her, even if they’re ones I didn’t make.
No, you just signed a fucking employment contract.
But I’m not technically dating my student, so I’m not breaking my rule, and we haven’t had sex, so depending on their definition of intercourse, I haven’t broken the school’s rule either.
Keep telling yourself that, asshole.
I blow out a breath and start typing.
I don’t like thinking about you with other doms.
So what are the other kinds of doms you identify as?
Well, I think you unlocked the pleasure dom in me. I don’t normally engage with subs sexually, but I can’t stop thinking about all the ways I want to make you come.
So that thing you did with your tongue was just for me?
Yes, pet. Only you. There are subs that will climax in a scene with me, but it normally doesn’t require my hand or mouth.
I feel… honored.
I also am a bit of a white knight dom.
Wait, that’s a thing? I haven’t read about that!
All it means is I enjoy taking care of my sub, protecting them, helping solve their problems.
I don’t tell her that my white knight extends into other areas of my life. And it’s the real reason we can’t be together right now.
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Morning, pet.
Morning, sir.
You know how hard that makes me.
Do I? Show me.
Behave.
Yes, sir.
Fuck.
I want you to do something for me.
Anything.
I want you to go to class without panties today.
The dots bounce on my screen for several minutes, and I curse under my breath, worried I’ve pushed her too far.
Why don’t I show you instead?
It is for me.
How is that for you?
I want you to walk in that room in a skirt with no panties.
I want you to show that asshole what he can’t have.
Tease him with that perfect pink cunt and then tell me all about his reaction after.
I dunno, this feels risky. What if I get in trouble?
You won’t
How do you know?
Trust me.
***
How is showing my A-hole teacher my privates going to accomplish anything?
Her response has blood rushing to my cock.
Are you questioning your dom?
I’m sorry.
As your dom. I need your total trust. I want your total submission. You may not understand my methods, but you will obey or you’ll be punished.
Yes, sir.
I smile at how quickly she sends that response. She is the perfect submissive for me. She may question me on things, but it’s often her inexperience showing. I find that once I explain the why, she complies quickly.
He can’t do anything about it.
You can claim it was an accident.
You didn’t know he could see up your skirt.
You were doing laundry and ran out of clean underwear.
You can flip it on him if he pushes and accuse him of being a pervert.
Why was he looking up your skirt?
You have multiple excuses at your disposal.
Yes, sir.
Keep your phone on you and answer me when I text you.
I will.
I’m a fucking masochist.
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She walks into class wearing a chunky white sweater with a black skirt and boots that end just below her knees, taking a seat several rows up from where she normally does. I track her every movement, my heart beats rapidly in my chest.
Normally, Professor Ali would call her out for her change in seats, but I want to play this differently, watching her submit to me without knowing she’s submitting to her dom.
My phone sits on the shelf of the podium, on silent, and hidden from sight. I glance down at it, swiping open my text thread with her.
Are you in class?
I watch as she looks at her phone, quickly typing out a reply.
I am.
Good. Spread your legs.
Fuck, I wish I could type out everything I want her to do and really guide the scene, but I refrain.
“Can anyone tell me about the key themes in A Midsummer Night’s Dream?” For once, Emma doesn’t raise her hand, so I focus on someone in the back. I was hoping she’d answer the question, making sure my focus is on her pussy while she talked, but my timid pet isn’t that bold. I’ll get her there.
The kid blathers on, and for once I couldn’t care less about my back-and-forth with the student. When he finally finishes, I turn my focus back on Emma. “Anything to add, Miss Black?”
She shakes her head. Her knees are parted ever so slightly, and I can’t see anything but she quickly snaps her legs shut, crossing one over the other when I focus on her.
“Surely, you must have some witty retort to add to Mr. Anderson’s insights.”
“Nope.” Her eyes cast down.
“Pop quiz.” The class groans. This was the plan once I gave her orders this morning.
Get the class to focus on something so I could play with her inconspicuously.
“I want you to write five hundred words exploring the idea of love’s blindness in A Midsummer Night’s Dream.
Consider the effects of the love potion and the role of magic.
How do external forces change the characters’ perception of love?
You can use all the resources at your disposal, including electronic devices. Consider it open book.”
There are grumbles around the room about having to write a paper on the fly, and how it’s not so much a quiz as an impromptu essay. And the thought of grading this shit later is worth it for the control I’ll have over Emma. I’ll just give them a participation grade and call it a day.
Pet
***
Are your legs open?
Not anymore.
Open them.
Show that asshole what he can’t have.
Can’t talk, writing paper.
Fuck, I didn’t think this through all the way. Her desire to please her teacher is overriding her desire to please me. I look around the room, making sure no one’s watching me and then text her again.
Pull your skirt up your thighs and stretch your legs out while you write.
K
Keeping my head down while lifting my eyes, I watch as she shifts nervously in her seat, awkwardly moving to hike up her skirt as her torso leans back in the chair, one hand still typing on her laptop. I want to praise her for following my command, but I can’t.
Even though I can’t see under her skirt from where I’m standing, my cock hardens at her act of submission and the fact that she’s unknowingly pleasing both sides of me: The teacher who assigned her work, and the dom who gave her a command.
Several minutes pass as the clicking of keyboards fill up the space.
Once my urges are under control, I leave the podium, moving up the left side of the room to answer questions.
When I walk back toward the front, I slide through the empty row of seats in front of her chair.
She’s so engrossed in writing that she doesn’t see me coming.
Her brows are pinched together as she writes. I’m too close to her to get a good look under her desk without bending over and making it obvious. But it’s not about seeing her bare right now. It’s about her submission.
Clearing my throat to get her attention, I grip the edge of her desk, leaning on it. She snaps her legs closed and sits up taller as a shudder runs through her.
“Cold?” I asked in a hushed tone, careful not to draw too much attention.
Her mouth hangs open, but nothing comes out.
“Ten more minutes!” I warn the class, pushing off her desk, and she startles at my volume. Returning to my podium, I discreetly send her another text.
It’s killing me not being there.
I would devour every inch of your cunt in front of him.
Make him watch as I turn you into a needy mess for me.
Okay
Keeping my head still, I flick just my eyes back up to watch her clench her thighs together. I’m so fucking hard it’s torture. Why the fuck did I think this was a good idea?
The devil on my shoulder answers for me. Because you want what you can’t have and you’re punishing yourself for touching the forbidden fruit.
I adjust the bulge tightening my slacks and glance around the room. “Time’s up,” I call, shifting the focus back to me. “Email me what you wrote, and you can head out.”
There are a few murmurs of appreciation at my announcement of class ending early as the students begin to file out.
Emma remains in her seat, fingers still flying furiously over her keyboard as the last student leaves.
“Class is dismissed, Miss Black.”
Her head pops up, a startled expression on her face as she swivels her head finally noticing the empty classroom.
“Sorry, I guess I was really into it… uh, my work… I mean, the paper.”
I should wish her a good day and leave the room. But I stand there willing my dick to behave. Watching my innocent little lamb shed her wool is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.