14. Elliot
ELLIOT
W hen I saw her in the cafeteria with that asshole from class, my stomach tightened and my blood warmed. My hand tightened on my coffee cup, and I was surprised I didn’t break it.
Neither of them had noticed me as they got their food and took their seats.
I watched them closely as they sat across from one another, talking, laughing, and flirting.
He’d make her blush, and then she’d make him blush.
She would bat her lashes and laugh for him.
He’d flex his jaw and find any excuse to touch her.
And I meant any excuse. He’d accidentally set his hand too close to hers, touching her even if only for a brief moment.
He’d wipe crumbs from her lips, he’d tuck a strand of hair from her long braid behind her ear.
Every little touch drove me wild with jealousy.
She was mine. She knew it. Hell, she agreed to it. Why she thought it was OK to entertain another man was beyond me. Why she thought it would be okay to let another man touch her was baffling. She’d be getting punished for it later.
My first hour class went smoothly. I was able to push her to the back of my mind and get things done, but when she walked in, I could no longer forget that she existed.
She had on a tiny jean skirt that was driving me wild.
It seemed to entertain most of the male population.
Every guy she walked past gave her a double-take.
She paid me no attention at all. She walked past like I wasn’t even standing there.
She took her usual seat, her white panties peeking out from beneath the short skirt.
I knew she wasn’t doing it intentionally.
It was the angle of the stadium-style seating that was working against her.
Nobody else would probably ever notice, not unless they were standing where I was.
From my place at my podium, I could see straight up her skirt, all the way to her panties.
My eyes narrowed as they moved from between her legs to her face.
My eyes found hers. Her cheeks turned pink, and she quickly looked down at her phone.
Chase joined her a moment later, making her shoot me a quick, nervous look.
I narrowed my eyes at her as she focused back on him and nodded. He slid onto the seat next to her.
She wanted to make me jealous. Well, it was fucking working.
I completed my lesson in about half the time it’d usually take me. I assigned some homework and dismissed the class early. I was gathering my things when she walked past. With the class filled with chattering students who were in a rush to get out, nobody but her heard me say, “My office. Now.”
I moved down the hall to my office and waited for her to join me. She didn’t bother to knock. She knew I was alone and expecting her. After entering, she placed her bag on the floor and stood at the end of my desk, twisting her fingers nervously together in front of her, waiting for my direction.
“Strip,” I told her without looking away from my computer screen. “All of it.”
She hesitated for a moment before she spoke.
“E-Eli?”
I bristled at her old name for me.
“Fucking strip, Evelyn,” I snarled at her.
Her bottom lip trembled as she began to remove her clothing.
I leaned back in my chair, watching as she unzipped her jacket and pulled her arms free. She tossed it into the chair across from me before grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head. Her bra was next, and her nipples instantly pebbled in the cool air.
I watched her long, slender fingers as she worked to release the button on her skirt.
She lowered her zipper and then shimmied her hips from side to side until the denim was falling to the floor, leaving her in those white panties she was teasing me with.
They had tiny blue flowers on them—bikini cut, cute and innocent yet sexy in their own right.
She stopped and didn’t remove them.
“Eli? Please,” she whispered, covering her chest with her hands. “Don’t make me.”
I stared at her for a moment before deciding I wasn’t going to make her. Not yet.
“Kneel,” I growled out at her.
Without a word, she got down to her knees on the hardwood floor.
“Back straight, chin high. Hands on your thighs.”
She did everything I asked after hesitating for a bit. She didn’t like to show me her body. I had no idea why. She was fucking gorgeous. Flat, toned stomach. Big tits. Small waist. Lush ass. She had no idea how beautiful she was.
I went back to work. For the first ten minutes, she didn’t move a muscle. She just stayed there, waiting for the next set of directions.
Then the pain started to set in.
“Stay still,” I told her when she started to shift her weight from one side to the next.
I didn’t talk to her, didn’t look at her.
I kept my attention on my computer and the task at hand for the majority of the time.
However, I was becoming increasingly aware of the time.
I didn’t have all day. I had another class to teach.
So with only about ten minutes left, I asked her, “Do you know why you’re here? ”
“Because I skipped class yesterday.”
“No, we haven’t gotten to your punishment for skipping class.” I looked over at her. “You’re here because I saw you out there with him. I’ve already told you not to let another man touch you.”
“I didn’t,” she argued, looking up at me with those big green eyes of hers. “Eli… I didn’t.”
“You did . You had breakfast with him. I saw it all, Evelyn. I saw the way he looked at you, the way you batted your lashes at him, the way you’d laugh at his jokes. You’re keeping him on the hook, but why would you do that when you know you already belong to me?”
She took a deep breath that made her chest rise. “I-I need friends. I don’t have many. Chase is my friend?—”
“Chase isn’t your friend. He wants to work his way between your legs. He plays a good fucking game too.” I watched her brows crinkle as she took in the information I gave her. “You don’t need friends like him. Friends like him will only get you in trouble. Do you like being in trouble, Evelyn?”
“No.”
“No, what?”
“No, Professor West. I do not like being in trouble.”
“You sure about that? You seemed like you liked getting punished last time.”
Her eyes flashed in my direction, and her cheeks flushed.
“Did you like what I did to you?”
She bit her bottom lip as a response.
“Answer me.”
“I’m… not sure.”
“You’re not sure if you liked me almost making you come on my fingers?”
She frowned. “I liked the way I felt, but I didn’t like the way I felt after.”
“How did you feel after?”
“Ashamed,” she whispered. “Dirty. Used. ”
“Maybe that’s how I wanted you to feel.”
She didn’t reply to that. She looked back at the floor, her shoulders slumping forward in defeat.
“When you took your seat in class today, you let Chase sit next to you, knowing I told you not to fuck with him. Why?”
She swallowed and tried tucking her chin to her chest.
“Chin up,” I ordered. She did as I said.
“Because I wanted you to feel just as frustrated as I’ve been feeling lately.”
“So you were teasing me. Testing me.”
She nodded miserably, a tear leaking down her cheek.
I said nothing for a long beat before speaking. “I have another class to teach. I will meet you back here this afternoon.”
“I have a shift this evening. I won’t be able to come here this afternoon.”
“A shift? Where?” I frowned at that information.
“I work at Max Velocity as a waitress.”
Great. She was taking orders in a tiny skirt and tight top for a bunch of fucking frat boys and popped collar douchebags.
“I didn’t realize you’d have to work me into your schedule.”
“I have to work. If I don’t, I’ll get kicked out of my apartment. I’ll have to leave school.”
“Your parents didn’t leave any money for you in their will?”
She clenched her jaw. “I won’t get any of it until I’m twenty-one.”
“And that useless brother of yours won’t provide?”
“He would if I asked, but I know he’s not in the position to. He’s trying to buy a new house. He’s going to be a dad.”
I clenched my jaw. Of-fucking-course he was. Mr-Fucking-Perfect with his perfect life. The life he’d stolen from me with her .
She made it so fucking hard to be mean to. There I was, wanting to punish her for giving her attention to another man, and she was giving me some sob story that was making my dick go limp.
“Get your clothes on and get to class before you’re late.”
I saw a mixture of relief, confusion, and pain on her face.
“That’s it?”
I just looked at her.
“You’re not going to… touch me or make me touch you?”
“Not today. You’ve sucked the fun out of it. Now, get up.”
She winced as she stood, sore from being in place for so long. She picked up her skirt, but I stopped her.
“Give those to me.” I snapped the band on her panties, making her let out a soft gasp.
“Y-You want my panties?”
“If you’re going to go spreading your legs in class so people can see up your skirt, I’m going to give you a reason to make sure you keep your knees closed the rest of the day. Now, hand them over.”
“What happened to you?” she whispered, her eyes glistening. “This isn’t the guy I knew growing up. This isn’t my Eli.”
I was on her in an instant, shoving her against the wall. My heart banged hard in my chest at her words.
My Eli.
Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.
“Ask your fucking piece of shit brother,” I snarled at her. “Ask him what happened to your Eli .”
I gripped her panties and gave them a fierce tug.
The move brought her against my body. I tugged again as she let out a soft sob, her hands gripping me to stay on her feet.
The thin material gave way. I tightened my grip on them and pulled a final time, completely tearing them off her small, trembling body.
“Stop fucking crying, Evelyn. Your tears don’t work anymore,” I husked out in her ear before stepping away from her naked, shaking body.
She tried to cover herself with her hands and arms, the tears streaming down her cheeks.