20. Elliot
ELLIOT
S he wanted to send me a video of her pleasuring herself.
My cock leaped in excitement. I could only imagine how that might look.
As badly as I wanted to watch that show, I couldn’t let her go through with it.
I wanted her wound so tight that a slight breeze could set her off.
I wanted to be the one to make her come, and I wanted to teach her some patience.
She had already learned the hard way that disobeying me resulted in punishment.
I just had to teach her that being a good girl would result in a reward.
I didn’t know what exactly prompted the change in her. It was as if she had been fighting for her life one minute, and then, suddenly, she stopped. I had broken her.
Or at least I thought I had.
Much like a wild horse that will spook and knock you on your ass, enough work and patience resulted in her following my every command.
She didn’t like those punishments, but I was going to teach her how being a good girl would pay off.
I wanted her to want that reward. I wanted her to work for it, crave it, beg for it.
While I may have been a professor, I was also learning myself. I was learning to build trust with another person. That alone was a massive feat for me, especially after the last time I was stupid enough to trust someone.
I had veered off the path I paved, but I didn’t care. I’d always heard that life was about the journey, not the destination. The end would come soon enough. I was going to focus on the adventure.
I wondered if she was really going to listen to me or if it would be like the times before, when she ran off behind my back, but something told me a switch had been flipped.
As I sat behind my desk in my home office, I wondered where her hands were. Were her palms pressed together and tucked under her cheek as she slept, or were they buried in her panties, playing with the pussy I claimed?
Since I couldn’t watch a video of her pleasuring herself, I had to imagine it.
I let my head fall back against my leather desk chair and closed my eyes as I pictured her bedroom.
I could see her lying in the dimly lit bed, her hand between her legs as she rubbed vigorously at her clit.
I imagined the way her back would arch, how her nipples would look hardening under her white sleep shirt.
I could hear her gasping breath as she worked herself closer and closer to release.
I even imagined that it was my name falling from her lips.
My cock stiffened in my pants, but I refused to pleasure myself.
If she was as close as I thought she was, it was only a matter of time before the line between us was completely erased.
I stood behind my podium and watched as she entered the classroom.
She had on that sweater dress again, only this time, she had paired it with a pair of black pantyhose that featured thick black lines sewn into them, giving them a striped appearance.
She didn’t wear the knee-high boots either.
She wore a pair of heeled boots that only reached up to her ankles.
The dress fit her to perfection, hugging her perfect tits and tiny waist. She offered a bashful smile as she passed by.
She dropped her paper on my desk without pause.
As I waited for other students to arrive at class, I skimmed over the paper she had written.
The first page was the cover page, which included her name, date, and class.
The second page was the assignment, exactly as I wanted it.
The third page she added on. It looked to be a thousand words on how she promised to obey me with a list of demands she would follow without question.
I took the paper over to my desk and placed it in my briefcase, locking it.
The last fucking thing I needed was for that paper to get into the wrong hands.
I started class and proceeded with the lecture and assignment.
We had an exam coming up, so for the last fifteen minutes or so, we had a study session where I asked questions and they rushed to answer them.
When I dismissed class, everyone got up and started to file out of the room.
I looked up to find Evelyn walking toward me with a darkness in her eyes that I hadn’t seen before.
“Any papers you’re needing me to grade, Professor West?”
“Yes, go ahead and let yourself into my office. The papers are on the corner of my desk.”
She nodded and started toward the door.
I finished what I was doing, then grabbed my briefcase and followed her over. When I entered my office, I found her sitting across from my seat, a stack of papers on her lap, and a red pen in her hand. When I entered, she looked up.
I locked my office door behind me and took my seat behind my desk.
I raked my eyes up her legs. Her tights were sexy.
I could see flesh between each of those black stripes.
Suddenly, I had the urge to buy her some lingerie.
I wanted to see her in a black bra with crotchless panties, thigh-high hose, and a garter belt.
I hadn’t decided how I wanted to reward her. I watched her as I tried to decide. I didn’t want to take too much, but I also didn’t want to give too little. Whatever I chose needed to give her everything she needed without pushing her too far.
Once she realized that I wasn’t in a hurry to speak, she tugged her green eyes from mine and trained them back on the papers she was grading. I watched as those emerald pools moved from one side of the paper to the other. I watched her tug her lower lip between her teeth. She took a deep breath.
“I can’t focus when you’re staring at me like that,” she whispered, keeping her attention on her work.
“How am I staring at you?”
She looked at me directly. “I don’t really know. You’re not yourself.” Her brows furrowed together. “Something’s changed.”
“What does that mean?”
She shrugged one shoulder. “When you looked at me before, it was with hatred. There was a coldness to your eyes. Now…” She tilted her head to the side. “I don’t know. You’re different somehow.”
I wasn’t about to let her call me out on my shit.
“Get to work.” I tugged my eyes from hers, knowing it was the only way to keep my secret buried.
I wasn’t referring to the secret plan of revenge I had against her brother.
What I wanted to hide was the fact that she was right.
Something had changed with me. It wasn’t just about revenge anymore.
Somehow, in the middle of everything else going on, my feelings toward her changed.
I realized that I wanted her for more reasons than I initially believed.
I didn’t just want her for revenge. I wanted her to be mine.
I wanted her to want me so fucking much that it physically hurt to be away from me.
I wanted to take her the way he took her.
I shook my head free of the thoughts and trained my attention on my computer. I was going to reward her, but only after she finished the task at hand. It was about twenty minutes before my next class was due to start when I finally had to call it.
“We’re running out of time,” I said, looking at my watch.
She put the cap back on the pen and placed the stack of papers on the corner of my desk.
“Am I free to go?” She stood and tucked her hands behind her back, waiting for me to dismiss her.
“No, come here.” I rolled my chair back.
She hesitated for a moment before she walked around my desk to stand beside me.
“Have a seat on my desk. Right here.” I placed my hand on the center of my desk.
She took a seat and looked at me with her big green eyes.
Fuck, I could get lost in those forever…
I took her ankle and lifted her foot, placing it on the arm of my chair. I took the other and did the same, one foot on each arm, so her knees were spread apart for me. I looked between them, but I couldn’t see anything but her tights and the white panties she had on beneath them.
“Are you fond of these tights?”
“I like them.”
I grabbed the crotch of her tights and pulled until they split. She gasped, her mouth open wide, and her eyes locked on mine. I ran my thumb along the seam of her panties.
“Bad girls get punished, but good girls get rewarded.” I pushed her panties to the side. I didn’t touch her. I was simply looking at her blushing folds, letting her feel the coolness of the room. “Do you think you deserve a reward, Evelyn?”
Her eyes had darkened, her lids heavy with lust. “Yes, Professor West.” Her voice was softer, breathy with anticipation and excitement.
“Do you want me to touch you?” I asked, gently moving the tip of my thumb across the seam of her folds.
Her mouth was still open in shock, but she nodded for me.
“Use your words, Miss Ashford. Do. You. Want. Me. To. Touch. You?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Touch me, Professor West,” she breathed.
In one fluid-like motion, I pushed two fingers inside her, and I stood up as I crashed my mouth into hers.
The backs of my knees hit my chair, causing it to roll back.
It tapped against the filing cabinet that was behind my desk.
Neither of us cared, though, because we were too lost in one another.
Her tongue was dancing with mine, twisting and exploring.
I was thrusting my fingers into her tight pussy while grinding the heel of my hand against her clit.
She was already dripping with excitement as her walls clenched my fingers with ease.
My free hand moved up to the base of her skull, where I fisted her hair. I pulled her head back until our kiss broke, then I opened my eyes and watched the expressions change on her face as I pushed her closer and closer to coming undone.
“Are you my good girl, Evelyn?”
“Yes,” she panted.
“Are you going to listen to me from here on?”
“Yes,” she whined, fisting the lapels of my jacket.
“Are you going to let another man touch you?”
“N-No.”
“Kiss you?”
“No,” she answered immediately.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You, Professor West.” Her eyelids fluttered closed
“Who do you want to belong to, Evie ?”
Her eyes opened and locked on mine. “Only you, Eli.”
My cock was already rock hard, but hearing her say what I wanted to hear made my dick jump in need.
We were limited on time. I knew I wouldn’t be able to take long.
I probably already had students falling into chairs down the hall.
I had to deliver on my promise. I had to give her what she needed before she realized she didn’t need me at all.
I doubled my efforts until she shattered.
I continued pumping my fingers into her while rubbing at her greedy little clit.
Her walls moved around my fingers in waves as her orgasm rushed through her.
She soaked my desk, her moan so fucking sexy I almost came from hearing it.
When her ride ended, I withdrew my hand from between her legs.
“Be a good girl and get yourself cleaned up. I need to get to class.” With her eyes locked on mine, I moved my fingers to my mouth, sucking her come from them.
I saw the flame relit in her eyes from seeing me suck her arousal from my fingers.
If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve thought she wanted more from me.
In the back of my mind, I wanted to try to seal the deal.
I wanted to bury my cock so deep inside her that she screamed from the mixture of pleasure and pain.
There wasn’t time for that, though, and I wanted to take my time with her, enjoy breaking every single rule and making her enjoy it just as much.
I wasn’t stupid. I knew that there was a good chance that things would end badly for us, but I hoped that if I did things right, she’d fight for me no matter how wrong I was.
It was how you truly broke a person, and it was really what I was after, despite the little voice in my head calling me a liar.
She looked me up and down, and before I could step away, she rested her hand on my chest. “When do I get to do something for you?”
“You already are. All I want is for you to listen. Obey.”
She offered a small smile, her cheeks flushed pink. “I will go get cleaned up.” She slid off my desk.
I took a step back and watched as she walked to my private bathroom. Once she was inside, I pushed all thoughts from my head and moved down the hall to teach my next class.
An hour later, when I returned to my office, she was nowhere to be seen.
I took a seat behind my desk and opened the top drawer.
That’s where I found her tights. She’d taken them off and left them for me to find.
She tied them in a bow around my ruler. I chuckled and picked up the ruler with her tights tied around it.
That’s when I found the note that was hidden beneath them.
My gift to you. I hope you get to enjoy them longer than I did.
-Your Evie
I smiled as I rubbed the thin material between my index and middle fingers.
Evelyn Ashford shouldn’t have had any power over me. She was just a girl I knew growing up, a girl I thought of as a kid sister for the longest time.
Then something changed.
I didn’t see that girl anymore when I looked at her.
All I could see was a sexy as fuck woman who wanted to please me as much as I wanted her to please me.
Getting what you want could be a good thing, but it could also be a bad thing.
I wasn’t working her out of my system. I was working her in deeper.
I could lie all I wanted and justify it any which way, but the truth was she had me in a chokehold, and I had no way of escaping.
But fuck it.
The plan had to move on. Feelings be damned.