Chapter 16
JOHN
When class starts and Emma’s second row seat is empty, I know I’ve pushed her too far.
I struggled with whether or not I should reach out to her as Daddy Dom after class last week.
But her professor witnessed her meltdown, not her dom.
If she wanted to talk to me about it, she would have texted.
If she had any more nightmares, I would have heard.
More than anything, I want to hold her in my arms and assure her that everything is going to be okay. But I can’t make that promise.
I go through the motions, barely interacting with anyone as they run through their scenes, trying to make it through the rest of class so I can check on her.
I’m not one to cancel classes, but I send out an email and add an announcement to our online message board letting the rest of my classes know that we’re not meeting this afternoon.
There’s a good chance she’s just avoiding me, but just in case she’s not, I need to make sure she’s okay.
What the fuck has gotten into me? I don’t normally get involved in my subs’ personal lives outside of the club.
But I also haven’t had many subs since meeting her.
I’ve done enough to keep my room at Pulse, but anyone I’ve engaged with over the past year has been platonic and required very minimal physical interaction from me.
And no one has held my attention. Yet Emma consumes my thoughts and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it as John, and barely anything I can do as Daddy Dom.
I hurry back to my place near campus, thankful that the professor I share the space with is in class for the rest of the day. Once I’m in my room with the door locked, I fish my mask out of a bag in my closet and pull up FaceTime on my phone, making sure my background is neutral giving little away.
The call rings, and I fight the urge to lay into her if she picks up, reminding myself that Daddy Dom doesn’t know she’s skipping class.
“Hey! I wasn’t expecting to hear from you today,” she says as if she’s out of breath. I don’t recognize her background as her dorm room or her bedroom at her parents’ house.
“Where are you?” I snap.
“Well, hello to you too,” she mocks as I clench my teeth.
“I don’t recognize the background is what I meant,” I say a little softer. “Hey, pet.”
“I’m at my other home away from home, Alyx’s apartment. He’s at the restaurant right now, so I’m by myself.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be in class?”
“Jeez, do you have my schedule memorized or something? Why are you so obsessed with me?” she says sarcastically.
I grin behind my mask. “You have no idea,” I murmur. “Just answer the question.”
“Well, I was supposed to be in Professor A-hole’s class, but I decided to skip since he was such a jerk last week. I can’t wait till this semester is over and I’m done seeing him every week.”
It seems I’ve done too good a job at pushing her away as Professor Ali that I doubt she’ll ever link my private persona to my public one.
And fuck if I’m not reminded of her speech and paper on Henry V and that very topic during her first semester in my class.
Maybe it’s better if she hates him—it’ll make breaking this off easier.
“You shouldn’t be skipping class, pet.”
“Is that a rule I’m supposed to follow, sir?” she says huskily, and my cock jerks in my pants.
Running a palm along my length to ease the tension, I blow out a deep breath. “Fuck, you know how sexy your obedience is to me.”
“Is it?” she says coyly.
“Strip,” I bark, and she obeys easily.
“What about my earbuds?” she asks, pointing to her ears.
“You can keep those in. Now, get on the bed and spread your legs. Let me see how you touch yourself.”
She props the phone up, most likely on a nightstand next to the bed and lies back.
“No, pet. I want to see your cunt. See the way your fingers glisten as you plunge them in and out. Watch as you play with your clit until you're covered in your cum.”
She complies, moving the pillows so she can prop herself up, lying diagonally on the bed. When she parts her legs, baring her pussy to me, I suck in a breath.
“I wish you were here.” She reaches between her legs and teases her lips.
“Me too.” Fuck, if only I could hear the noises she makes as she pushes a finger in and out, spreading her wetness.
“Oh gosh, this feels so good.”
“That’s it. Pinch your clit with one hand and fuck your fingers with the other. Can you do that for me?”
“Oh God, yes,” she moans.
I undo my belt and pull out my cock, aching to be free of its confines as it stretches up my stomach, peeking out of the top of my boxer briefs.
I debate what to show her. She’s never seen my cock, but I figure this is the safest way to play with her, because if we were in person right now, there’d be nothing stopping me from filling her up with my cum.
“Can I see you?” Her voice is breathy, pleading.
There’s no way I can deny her when she asks like that. I prop the phone up against some pillows and lie back.
“Where are your tattoos? I want to see them.” She’s writhing on the bed, her eyes hooded as she stares up at the screen.
I quickly remove my shirt, giving in to her demands. There’s not much I wouldn’t do at this point, if only she’d ask me.
“That’s better,” she rasps. “I’m so close. Can I come, sir?”
Oh, sweet fucking Christ. We’ve only engaged in orgasm denial once, but it’s all I want now. “Don’t you dare fucking come, pet. Not until I tell you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
Spitting into my palm, I tug furiously at my cock, wishing it was her warm cunt enveloping me, overwhelming my senses. The way she’s barely keeping it together, turning her head into the pillow to quiet her moans, has me teetering on the edge.
“Oh God, I can’t… I’m going to—”
“Come for me. Come all over those fingers like the good submissive fucking pet you are. Oh fuck, fuuuuck. Unghhh,” I grunt as warm jets of cum spill out of my cock, covering my abs and chest in warmth.
“Oh God! Oh my God!” she whisper-yells, and I immediately know something is wrong.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” I sit up and grab the phone with my clean hand.
“Ethan?” she calls out, confused. She scrambles off the bed, going out of frame before I see her again, briefly, covered in a robe.
My heart rate slows, remembering Ethan is her brother.
“Emma? What the fuck? Is Alyx in there with you?” an angry voice bellows.
“What? Ew, no!” she says, but I can’t see her on camera anymore.
“Open the door, Emma!” he shouts.
“Fine! But it’s super embarrassing,” I hear her yell before I assume she opens the door for him. I set the phone down just in case, cleaning myself off while she talks to her brother.
“Do you have someone in there with you? You better not be fucking my best friend.”
“Oh my gosh, gross! He’s at work. Shouldn’t you know that?”
It’s quiet for a minute before I hear Ethan’s voice again.
“What are you doing in there? Is someone with you?”
I hear her huff out a sigh and grin, wondering how she’s going to spin this. “This is so embarrassing. I’m in human biology this semester, and I was studying for a test on reproductive health. I think you can see where I’m going with this. Okay. Thanks for stopping by,” she says quickly.
“Emma,” Ethan scolds.
“Fine! I got turned on and decided to take care of it, if you know what I mean,” she says so quietly that I probably wouldn’t have heard it if her earbud wasn’t still in.
“You’re telling me your textbook made you so horny you masturbated?”
“Cheese and rice, Ethan!” she cries, and I silently chuckle.
“Well, I’ll let you get back to studying,” he says, and I hear a door close and then moments later she’s back on screen, sitting on the bed.
“How much of that did you hear?” she asks.
I pick the phone up off the bed, now fully cleaned and dressed. “All of it.” I gesture to her earbud.
“Frick, I forgot I still had that in.”
“Human biology? Did you just lie to your brother?”
“I had to come up with something, and it was the first thing that popped into my head. Now he’s going to think I’m some weirdo diddling myself to anatomy books.” She drops her head in her hands, sighing before she flops back onto the bed.
“Emma,” I say sternly, and her head pops up, locking onto the screen as she pushes up on her elbows.
“Here’s another rule for you. Don’t worry about what other people think.
It doesn’t matter. Your brother can think what he wants about you; it doesn’t change who you are.
And if I had to guess, he probably didn’t buy your story but didn’t want to press you for more details after that excuse you gave. ”
“You’re probably right,” she sighs, a small smile on her face.
I feel like the biggest fucking hypocrite telling her that when it’s one of the reasons I’ve kept her at arm’s length.
We can’t be seen together. Hell, we can’t be together, not now anyway.
Even though I’ve bent some of my rules for her, I need to remind my savior complex why this is the worst timing.
Mary needs me and I need to be there for her.
“When can I see you in person again? I’m almost done with the semester, and then I can be closer to the city. I can come to the club,” she offers eagerly, pulling me from my thoughts.
“I don’t know,” I admit.
The look of disappointment on her face guts me, but I know I need to end this soon. This call was a reminder that we could be caught at any moment, and as much as I want to throw away every obligation in my life for her, some things are bigger than my selfish desires.