9. Evelyn
EVELYN
I couldn’t believe that he was asking me to take my top off, and that it was breaking me in easily. Now that the time had come actually to do it, I wasn’t sure I could.
My throat tightened as I stared at him. He did not look uncomfortable under my gaze, the way I felt until his. He looked to take it as a challenge, like he liked having all of my attention.
“Tick-tock, Miss Ashford.” A slow grin stretched across his handsome face.
I told myself that it was like that time I thought I wanted to take diving lessons.
I did okay on all the smaller jumps. It was the big one that scared me.
I was too scared to volunteer, so I ended up being last in line.
The longer I stood in line, the worse my fear got until I wished I had just gone first to get it over with.
The longer I stood before him, the more scared I became.
And what exactly was I afraid of? He said he wouldn’t touch me.
He just wanted to look. It was just a set of tits.
Everyone has seen a pair of tits. Mine were nothing spectacular.
I was making a big deal out of nothing. He didn’t say I had to remove my bra.
My hands were shaking as I reached down for the hem of my sweater, but I grabbed the bottom and pulled it upward. I felt the cool air in the room touch my bare stomach. I swallowed hard and looked at the floor.
He didn’t move a muscle. “Now the bra.”
I froze. I was right back up on that diving board. My hands hadn’t stopped shaking from the adrenaline running wild throughout my body.
“E-Elliot, please,” I whispered.
“Take off your bra, Evelyn. Now.”
I squeezed my eyelids closed, my breath coming out in soft, shaky gasps.
My hands shook as I reached behind me to unclasp my bra.
I tugged and tugged until the hook slipped free of the eyelet.
I worked just as hard to get the second free, and when I did, the elastic in my bra snapped back to its original shape.
The cups fell away from my chest slightly, and when I lowered my arms back to my sides, the straps fell, my bra landing on the floor.
I covered my breasts with my hands, my pulse thundering in my ears as humiliation raced through me.
I was completely naked from the waist up, on full display for him, and he was drinking in every inch of bare skin I was revealing. I watched as his eyes fell from mine and landed on my chest.
“Move your hands,” he commanded in a dangerous voice.
“Please—”
“Move your hands or I’ll call the Dean and tell him what a very bad girl you are.”
Knowing he likely wasn’t bluffing, I let my hands fall away. He stared at my chest. His brows didn’t lift. His face didn’t show any sign that he liked what he saw. I was questioning if he liked me at all until I saw him adjust himself over his pants.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
I didn’t respond.
“Sit there,” he said, nodding toward the chair that was across from his desk. When I took the seat, he leaned forward, reaching for a stack of papers off to the side.
“Grade these,” he said, handing them over. He pulled out a red pen and the answer key.
I took the items and got to work, glancing up at him every few minutes.
I never did find him looking at me, and that made me wonder what the point was of having me sit topless.
Was he really just trying to break me in easy , as he put it?
I was nervous because if he was having me grade papers topless on the first day as a way to desensitize me, what did he plan on doing the following week?
Would he really demand that I give him a blowjob? I’d never sucked a guy off before.
And when it came to actually having sex, what would happen if I said no? Surely, he wouldn’t force me, but would he turn me in? It was hard to believe that Professor West was the same guy I had known all those years ago.
When I finished grading the papers, he took them and nodded toward a bookcase that was behind me. “Alphabetize my books by author.”
I rolled my eyes and stood up, hating him a little more.
“What was that?”
I looked down at him. “I didn’t say anything.”
“Exactly. When I give you an order, I expect you to reply.”
“OK”
“OK, what?” he challenged.
“OK, I will answer you.”
“I want you to reply with, OK, Professor West, or yes, Professor West.”
I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “OK, I will answer you, Professor West.”
“That’s better.”
As I turned toward the bookcase, my eyes rolled again, unable to believe that he was being such a jerk, I heard the commotion of him moving before I saw what was coming.
In the amount of time it took me to roll my eyes and take a step toward the bookcase, he had sprung from his seat, moved around his desk, and fallen into the chair I had been sitting in.
He grabbed me around my waist, and he pulled me down until my stomach was lying across his lap.
It was too fast to process. I had no idea what was happening until it was too late.
One minute I was standing, and the next, he was taking me over his knee.
He pushed my skirt up, and he yanked my panties down until my ass was exposed, and then he slapped my cheeks with something.
I gasped and turned my head to look back at him, and that’s when I saw the ruler in his hand.
“You will not roll your eyes at me. Is that understood?”
My stomach tightened as the burning ache surged through my body. “Y-Yes, Professor West.”
He pulled the ruler back and he smacked it across my ass once again, making me jump as the smacking sound echoed throughout the room.
He did this over and over until my ass felt hot and sore.
My flesh was tingling and burning, and I had tears in my eyes from the stinging sensation on my skin.
I didn’t need to look to know I had welts.
I lost count of how many times he spanked me, but when he grew tired, he pushed me off his lap until I landed on the floor in a heap of shame. Then he stood, not at all ashamed of the way his hard cock was tenting his pants. “Get dressed and get the fuck out,” he snarled as he glared down at me.
I pushed myself up, fixing my panties and my skirt.
I grabbed my bra and sweater from the floor, and he watched me as I put everything on with trembling hands and tears spilling down my cheeks.
He didn’t move a muscle as I quickly gathered my things and rushed out of the room, slamming the door behind me.
I walked as quickly as I could down the hallway, drying my tears as I went.
I felt ashamed and embarrassed. Why had I let him do that to me?
I didn’t like that he was doing it as some messed-up punishment, but I couldn’t ignore the warmth that was spreading through my body or the throbbing between my legs. I didn’t know what any of it meant, and I hated that. I hated this entire thing.
As I walked quickly across campus, I thought about how he flipped up my skirt and how he yanked my panties down.
It only made the junction between my thighs throb more.
What the fuck was wrong with me? Why did I get turned on from having him take control over me?
My embarrassment burned hotter, and the shame I was feeling before had turned into shame about what turned me on.
When I got back to my apartment, I threw myself onto my bed and stared up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the way my body was reeling. The butterflies in my stomach were alive and soaring about, tickling me from the inside. I found it almost impossible to forget how badly my body needed a release.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm my hyped up body.
I thought about Chase, about our date, and how he could be the one I ended up with.
He was cute and sweet from what I’d learned about him.
Just thinking about him brought a smile to my face.
It made me excited to see where things could go between us.
But then I thought about Professor West.
The second I started thinking about Elliot, everything changed.
My blood began to boil, and my body broke out in tingling sensations that made every hair stand on end.
I thought about the way he yanked my panties down, how his hard cock was pressing against my side.
I even imagined him touching me, dipping his fingers into my heat as he kept me bent over his knee.
The longer I thought about him, the more my body responded in ways that confused me.
I didn’t want to have any reaction to him, but I definitely did.
Growing up, I’d had a crush on him, so I tried to reason with myself that this was all that was. Some lovesick crush actually happening.
My phone vibrated on my nightstand, dragging me away from my confusing thoughts.
Hello?”
“Hey, what are you doing?” Madison asked.
I wasn’t about to tell her that I was dealing with Professor West. “Nothing. What’s up?”
A couple of people are getting ready to go to Strike Out. You wanna go?”
Strike Out was the most popular sports bar near campus.
The owner was a retired professional baseball player for the Chicago Cubs, so everyone liked to go there in hopes of meeting him.
With the location being so close to a college campus, they pulled in the younger crowd with their drink and dinner specials.
However, I was still too broke even to consider going out for dinner and drinks.
“No thanks. I’m broke. I’ll probably stay home, catch up on some homework, and eat some cereal for dinner.”
She snorted her distaste at my answer. “Chase is going, and he’s the one who told me to ask if you’d go. Come on. I bet he’ll even pay for your dinner if you show up, but if he doesn’t, I’ll loan you a few bucks.”
“I owe you enough,” I argued.
“You’re going, bitch. It’s not every day you have a hot ass guy like Chase begging you to date him. I will not let you ruin this. Get dressed. I’ll be by to pick you up in twenty.” She hung up the phone before I could argue.
“Damnit,” I muttered, going limp.
Madison was, in fact, knocking on my door twenty minutes later.
Luckily for me, I had gotten up and managed to get myself together.
I didn’t bother to change my clothes since my skirt and sweater were a cute combo, but I did brush my hair and touch up my makeup.
When I let Madison in, she looked surprised that I was put together.
“Chase loved this skirt on you today.”
He wasn’t the only one.
“I’m glad you’re still wearing it. He’s not going to be able to keep his hands off you tonight. Come on. Let’s go meet up with the guys.” She grabbed my wrist.
“The guys? I thought you said it was a bunch of people.”
“Yeah, a bunch of guys that Chase hangs out with. His friend Trevor is pretty cute. While you’re giving all your attention to Chase, I’m going to be charming the pants off his friend.” She laughed. “And I mean that literally, by the way.”
I chuckled and shook my head, trying to forget about my ordeal with Elliot. “I figured you did,” I said, walking out the door.
It didn’t take us long to get to the bar that was in full swing.
The guys had already claimed a spot toward the back.
Their group took up the largest L-shaped booth the place had, plus a couple of the guys had spread out to the tables surrounding the group.
Chase was one of those guys. When he saw me approaching, he stood up with the cutest, boyish grin on his face.
“I’m glad you made it,” he said, reaching for me.
I took his large hand, and he pulled me against him for a hug. His body was hard against mine, and I inhaled his cologne, the combination causing my heart to race.
“It’s nice to see you, too.” I pulled back and smiled up at him.
“I wanted our first date to be just the two of us, but since Professor douchebag refuses to leave us alone for even a minute, this will have to do for now. But when we’re telling our kids the story of our first date in twenty years, let’s skip over this unofficial date. Deal?” He smirked.
I giggled like a schoolgirl. “Our kids? You have big plans, it seems.”
He shrugged and took his seat at the two-person table. “A guy can dream, right?” He motioned for me to join him.
I slid into the seat across from him. “Yeah, I guess so. However, I must warn you, I’m not easily won over. You’ll have to put in the work,” I teased, relaxing.
“For a girl like you?” He scoffed. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
I felt my face heat up, and I diverted my eyes to the table between us.
He leaned in. Putting his elbow on the table as he reached toward me. He ran his thumb across my cheek, making me look up at him. I saw the way his blue eyes darkened. “Did I cause this?”
I wet my lips and turned my head so his hand fell away. “I’m just not used to guys being so forward and sweet about it. Usually, the popular pick-up line is, Hey baby .” I rolled my eyes at how much guys sucked.
“I’m not a typical guy. You’ll learn that about me.” He straightened his back and raised his chin, taking on a look of smugness.
“Okay, let’s get on with it then. Let’s see what you got, Mr. Charming.” I grinned, but I bit down on my bottom lip to stop from teasing him about his bravado.
He chuckled. “Alright, alright.” He cracked his knuckles like he was about to do some heavy lifting, and our unofficial date began.