Chapter 31 Emma
EMMA
“Idid it!” I squeal as soon as Ella’s sleepy face appears on my phone.
“Did what? You are way too chipper this early in the morning.” She yawns, propping her phone on a pillow as she pulls her covers back up to her chin.
“Do you have your earbuds in?”
“Hold on.” She moves out of frame, and there’s rustling around before she’s settled again, earbuds in place. “What’s so important that you needed to wake me up this early, Em?”
“I had sex,” I say softly.
Ella shoots straight up and grabs the phone, moving closer to the screen like she’s examining me. “Are you fucking with me?”
“No, I actually did it.”
“Did Dommy Batman take your V-card?”
I giggle at her nickname for him. “Daddy Dom, Professor A-hole…” I trail off, teasing her on purpose.
“You had a threesome? Oh my God, tell me everything!”
“It wasn’t a threesome,” I tease, hoping she’ll figure it out.
“I’m not following.”
“Daddy Dom is Professor A-hole. His name is John, remember?”
“Holy fucking shit, I knew it!”
“It was—wait, what?”
“Something about the way you described both of them. And it made sense why your professor was a grumpy asshole. He could only have you at the club since he was your teacher. I love when I’m right about these things.”
“Well why the heck didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“Well, I did try to tell you but you thought I was joking.” She laughs. “So how was it?”
“It was everything I ever wanted, El.”
“So nothing like my first time. Lucky bitch.”
I can’t help the smile that lights up my face as I think back to last night. The way he touched me, cared for me. “This might sound dramatic, but it feels like a breakthrough. Like when he first touched me, but so much more…momentous.”
“Given your issues with touch, it makes sense that you would feel that way. I’m so happy for you. Okay, mostly happy and a little jealous you got an orgasm your first time.”
“How did you know?”
“You have that look. That ‘I’ve had mind-blowing sex’ look.”
“It was mind-blowing. And not just the sex. It was him. The fact that it was him. I’ve had feelings for Daddy Dom for so long, but I’ve only recently started feeling something for John.
And when I figured out they were one in the same, something just clicked.
Like I should have been mad, but I wasn’t.
I just knew. I wanted him. I trusted him. And I didn’t want to wait anymore.”
“Are you going to see him again?”
“I hope so. I’ve got a bunch of papers and schoolwork to get caught up on. But I was thinking of surprising him in his office soon.”
“You should suck him off under his desk. Guys eat that shit up. Or so I’ve heard.”
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John
I can’t focus on grading papers, not when the memory of Emma’s sweet pussy squeezing me permeates my thoughts.
It’s been three days since I had her. Three days since that perfect cunt gripped me as she screamed out her release.
When I was her professor and adhering to my rules, I could go weeks without seeing her and not feel this crazed.
Now I want to crawl out of my skin, and it’s only been seventy-two hours.
But between my class load and her upcoming exams, finding time to see her has been difficult.
Not to mention, she’s still a student at my school. I can’t just walk around campus with her without drawing attention. While it may not technically break any school rules, us dating openly would be frowned upon.
And then there’s my obligation to Mary. We’re not out of the woods yet—she still needs my help, and juggling her, my classes, my work at the club, and Emma is a lot to manage.
But I’ve kept so much from Emma, more than she knows.
And while I’m confident she’d be understanding if the truth came out, I can’t risk it. Not yet.
There’s a soft knock on my office door, and I look up right as Emma sneaks in, closing it behind her.
“This is a pleasant surprise.” I push my chair back from my desk.
“Do you have any meetings right now?”
“No.” I eye her suspiciously.
She locks the door behind her and walks around the desk, swaying her hips as she moves. My cock pushes against its fabric restraints, eager to play.
“Anyone that would just stop by for a visit during office hours?” she asks as she pulls her hair back.
“No. What are you doing, pet?”
She drops to her knees and crawls between my thighs under the desk. “Good, because I need that lesson now.”
It’s been days since we first slept together, and I love that she can’t get enough, that she’s seeking out her pleasure.
“There’s something we still haven’t done, and I’m eager for my professor’s instruction. And attention,” she says, batting her lashes.
“What lesson?”
“You said you’d show me exactly how you’d like my lips wrapped around your…” she trails off, eyeing the bulge growing between my legs.
“Jesus Christ.”
“Can I, sir?”
“Only if you say it.”
She swallows thickly, working up the courage to ask for what she wants. “I want to suck your cock, sir.”
“Pull it out.” I lean back further in my chair, propping myself on the arm rests as she reaches up and undoes my belt and zipper.
Once my cock springs free, she looks at me for direction, and I nearly come from the look of total surrender on her face. Never has someone’s submission made me this hard, this feral.
“Such a good girl, on your knees for me, eager to swallow this cock. What did I do to deserve you?”
I’m testing her, daring her to speak, but she refrains. My eager fucking pet wants to please me, submit to me, giving me total control over our pleasure. She places her hands on my thighs, waiting for instruction.
“Spit on your hand, make it nice and wet. Then grip it firmly by the base and squeeze hard as you slide your hand up to the crown. Swirl your palm around the head and go down my shaft again. I like a lot of pressure.”
She follows every step, working her hand up, around, and back down.
My jaw clenches as I try to stay quiet. “So fucking good,” I grit out. “Now repeat the same motion with your tongue. Tease me. Make me beg to fill your mouth with my cock.”
Her tongue follows the same trail and when she reaches the base again, I drop my head back, stifling a groan, whispering “again” on repeat until I’m so worked up, I can feel myself pulsing against her each time her tongue swirls around my tip.
“That wicked fucking mouth,” I groan, grabbing her jaw and halting her movements. “Relax your jaw, flatten your tongue, and slide down my cock.”
She nods against my grip on her chin as she takes my cock in one hand and guides it into her mouth, sliding down as far as she can go until it hits the back of her throat.
“Don’t move. Shit. Fuck,” I rasp, willing my orgasm to hold off a little longer.
I can feel her saliva dripping down my length as she takes shallow breaths through her nose, and I work to control the urge to rut into her hot little mouth. She’s not ready for that just yet. “Stay just like that and slip your hand into your panties. I want you to circle your clit.”
She obeys, dipping her fingers under the lace as she slowly works herself up, her mouth still stuffed full of my cock. Little moans spill out as her orgasm quickly approaches causing me to squirm each time the vibration from her mouth reverberates through my dick.
The minute I see her brow pinch and her shoulders tense, I grab her hand, yanking it away from her clit. “Not yet.”
She lets out a low groan of frustration as I delicately stroke her cheek.
“Now close your lips around me and suck hard as you slowly move up, lightly grazing your teeth against me as you go.” A low growl escapes me when she obeys. “Fuck, yes. Just like that.”
Sitting back on her heels, she pops off my dick and folds her hands in my lap, looking up at me for further instruction.
“The sight of you, on your knees, making a mess with your mouth all over my lap. Shit.”
A small smile lights up her face as her tongue darts out, licking her lips in a circle like a goddamn tease.
“I need that perfect fucking mouth on me. I want to watch as my cock disappears between those lips, messing up that pretty lipstick while you come apart on your hand.”
“Yes, sir.” She sits up and pulls me back into her mouth, flattening her tongue on the downstroke, and sucking hard on the way up, using her hand to hold me in place.
“That’s it. Just like that. Touch yourself. Come on your hand while I come down your throat.”
I watch as she obeys, slipping her hand back into her panties as she tries to concentrate on both tasks. The sight alone has me coming sooner than I expected. “Don’t swallow,” I command right as I spill into her mouth, my orgasm crashing into me.
Her muffled sounds nearly do me in as she moans around my cock when her orgasm hits, careful not to spill a drop of my cum.
“Open your mouth and show me what an obedient little thing you are.”
She opens, showing me her mouth full of my cum.
“Now swallow me down, pet.”
And she does, delicately wiping the corners of her mouth before licking her fingers clean, showing me her empty mouth after.
I grab her other hand and suck her fingers into my mouth, cleaning the evidence of her orgasm from them. “Tastes like mine.”
Then I lift her off the floor and into my lap, kissing her deeply. When I pull back, she looks nervous, and my hackles rise. “How do you feel, pet?”
She shifts nervously in my lap. “I’ve never done that before. Was it okay?”
“What you just did was incredible. Anyone can get a dick wet and suck on it. What made it perfect was the way you followed every command I gave you. You just submitted to me perfectly. I’ve never been more turned on or satisfied in my life.”
She preens at the praise and leans into me. “This is going to sound silly, but I’ve felt different these past few days. Like anyone looking at me knows I’ve had sex. Can people tell just by looking at me?”