10. Elliot #2
Sure, Gabe would be pissed when he found out about all the dirty things I’d been doing with his sister, but to have her fall for me, to have her choose me over anyone else, over him, that would be a level of revenge I never thought I’d reach.
Once I got home from the bar and grill, I went straight to bed.
The moment my eyes closed, she was all I could see.
She plagued my mind. I knew my obsession with her would only get worse as time wore on, as I experienced more and more of her.
I didn’t know what was stronger, my need for revenge or my newfound hunger for her.
Someone knocked on my office door, pulling my attention away from my computer.
“Come in.”
The door opened, and Evelyn walked in, wearing a sweater dress that hugged every curve and ended at her mid-thigh. She had on a pair of knee-high boots and a leather jacket—nerdy, edgy, sexy.
“I got your email that said to meet you here before class this morning.” She tugged her backpack up higher on her shoulder.
“Come here,” I said, standing from my seat.
She slowly started walking closer, looking nervous and unsure.
“Is this about the other night? I swear, I went straight home and I was alone all night.”
I shook my head. “No, this isn’t about then.” I picked up the latest assignment that she had submitted via email the day before. “What is this?”
She looked at the paper I was holding up. “My paper?”
“I said, I’d make sure you got passing grades, but I didn’t realize you were going to try turning in total shit.”
Her mouth fell open in surprise. “What’s wrong with it? I followed your guidelines.”
I put the paper on my desk. “I can’t give this paper anything higher than a D. If I did, my grading would come into question, and trust me, neither of us needs unwanted attention from the dean or anyone else.”
Her jaw clenched, and she nodded. “Okay, what do you want me to do?”
“You’re going to have to redo the assignment, and do it better this time.
This is sloppy and thrown together with little to no planning.
It’s like you sat down in front of your computer and just started typing out every random thought that popped into your head.
If you want those good grades, you’re going to have to do better than this.
I want to still see some effort from you. ”
“I thought that’s why you were turning me into your little plaything? You get what you want, and I get good grades. I didn’t realize I still had to earn them.” She glared at me.
“Careful, Miss Ashford. Spoiled brats often get punished.”
Her cheeks reddened, but her glare didn’t stop.
“You write a C paper, you’ll get a B. You write a B paper, you’ll get an A. You write a D paper… and you get taught a lesson.” I grabbed her wrist and tugged her over to me. She let out a soft gasp at my sudden touch. I whirled her around so her back was to me.
I pushed against her back, forcing her to bend over my desk. Her face rested on her paper. Her breath came out ragged and shaky as her small body trembled for me.
“You see that paper there, Miss Ashford?” I pushed her sweater dress up over her ass until her black panties were revealed.
“What are you going to do?” she asked, breathless.
“I’m going to teach you a lesson.” I leaned to my right and opened the top desk drawer, pulling out my wooden ruler.
“You’re going to spank me again?” she asked, her shaking growing more intense.
“I’ll do worse with this ruler if you don’t hold still,” I warned as I angled my body so I was standing beside her, one hand resting at the top of her ass, the other holding the ruler.
I pulled back and swung, spanking her ass with the thin wooden ruler. It popped loudly against her skin, and her flesh instantly bloomed red. She wiggled a little, unable to keep still due to the pain.
“Hold still,” I demanded, striking her again.
This time, she whimpered loudly. When I looked at the side of her face, I found her eyes closed as she bit down on her lip, tears on her cheeks.
“I like it when you wear tiny little skirts and dresses.” I swatted her again. “I want you in a dress or a skirt every time you come to my office, understand?” I pulled back the ruler again, slapping her ass in the same spot. I watched as her skin became redder.
I loved the color of her blushing skin.
I spanked her again and again until I noticed her panties becoming wet. I dropped the ruler and dragged two fingers over her cotton-covered pussy, feeling the puddle of arousal soaking into the thin material. I rubbed against her clit, and she gasped.
“Good girls don’t turn in D papers, Miss Ashford.” I pushed her panties to the side before going back to rubbing with nothing between us. “Are you a good girl or are you a bad girl?” The pad of my fingers circled her clit.
She whimpered, but didn’t respond.
“Answer me, Miss Ashford.” I pinched her clit hard, making her cry out in pain.
“G-Good girl,” she panted. I could tell she was torn between moaning for me and crying. I’d accept either.
“Excuse me?”
“I’m a good girl, Professor West.”
Fuck, I like the way her voice sounded.
“That’s what I thought.” I thrust my fingers inside her tight pussy, and her back arched as a loud moan left her mouth.
“Quiet down,” I warned, pulling my fingers back before thrusting them into her again. She was writhing and panting, and I could feel her body tightening around my fingers. I stroked that delicious little spot inside of her until I knew she was close to coming for me.
I withdrew my fingers before she came, earning a sexy-as-fuck whine of protest that made me smirk.
I smacked her on the ass with my wet hand. “You don’t get to come. Take your paper and get out of here.”
She stood up and started to fix her panties, her hands shaking. I knew she wanted to lash out at me, but thought better of it.
She was working to hide her face from me. I heard her sniffle.
She’d just smoothed down her dress when I grabbed her shoulders and spun her around to face me. Sure enough, she had tears running down her cheeks again.
I wrinkled my nose as I took in her bloodshot eyes, matted lashes, and runny nose. “What the fuck are you crying about?”
“It’s n-nothing. Just let me get my paper, and I’ll go,” she choked out, trying to step around me.
I stepped with her. “No. Tell me why you’re crying. I don’t do this, guess what’s wrong shit.”
She crossed her arms over her chest and tucked her chin to her chest. I stepped toward her, placing my finger beneath her chin and tilting her head back until our eyes met.
“Did I hurt you?” I knew I hadn’t, but I needed to ask.
“N-No.”
“Then tell me why you’re crying, or it’s off.”
“What’s off?” she asked, panicked.
“This. The deal. I’ll turn you in for cheating, and we’re done.” I turned to walk away.
“No, you can’t do that!” she cried out, rushing to block my path.
“Are you going to tell me?”
She took a deep breath. “I-I’m crying because…” She licked her lips. “Because I never had anyone touch me like that before.”
“What?”
Her cheeks turned red with embarrassment. “I never had anyone touch me like that before. I was… you know… saving that part of life to share with the man I fell in love with.”
It felt like I’d been punched in the gut. She’d said she was a virgin. I assumed it was because she was too scared to close the deal, not that she genuinely was saving herself for some prick.
“Get your shit and get the fuck out.”
“What?”
“Now.”
“But—”
“I said go!” I yelled.
She jumped into action, grabbing her paper from my desk and her backpack from the floor. She raced across the room, slamming the door behind her.
What the fuck was I feeling?
It didn’t take me long to figure it out.
Guilt. And it was eating me alive.