Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CLOVER
Clover
I’m not sure how much more of this I can take.
Sloan
Elaborate please.
Clover
Dr. Rosi.
He’s made me a proposition that I really want to accept.
Please tell me it’s a bad idea.
Sloan
What’s the proposition?
Clover
To remain professional during work hours and fuck after hours.
This is Senator Klint all over again.
I’m such an idiot.
Sloan
You’re not an idiot. You’re one of the smartest people I know.
Clover
But I want to say yes. That makes me an idiot.
Sloan
No, it doesn’t. He’s not the same as Senator Klint. For one, he’s not married.
He’s not married, right?
Clover
No, he’s not married. But he is my boss.
Sloan
Boss-employee trope is hot. I say fuck him again.
Clover
SLOAN!!!! You’re not helping.
I doodle in my notebook, hoping it’ll distract me from my inappropriate thoughts about my advisor. He’s currently lecturing for the class I’m assisting him with, and I can’t focus on anything he’s saying.
The lecture hall we’re in isn’t huge, but it feels large because of the high ceiling and the bleacher style seating. The seats are half filled with mostly undergrad female students. I’m sitting all the way at the top in the last row.
From this vantage point, I can see everyone clearly. The guys all look bored while the girls are all leaning forward like they’re hanging onto his every word. I can’t say I blame them. He’s hot as fuck and has a sexy voice.
It’s clear he’s passionate about Greek literature, but there’s something about his deep baritone that really hits me in the gut. It’s impossible not to be turned on.
Thank god the past few weeks have been busy. Between prepping for midterms and finalizing my proposal, there’s been very little time to obsess over Dr. Rosi.
Or Donnie. Or sir. I change his name often in my fantasies. His reaction to sir is always the hottest. That’s the name that makes him growl. It’s what pushes him over the edge and forces him to take control of me like I was made for his pleasure. It’s hot and oh so …
Oh my God! I have got to stop.
I have to stop my mind from wandering into fantasyland about this man. He’s my boss, not my boyfriend.
A few days ago, his sister visited him while we were in a meeting. The way he smiled when she called him Donnie made me wish I could call him by his nickname too.
Not that I’ll ever call him anything other than Dr. Rosi. I can’t even bring myself to call him Adonis, let alone a nickname given to him by his family. It’s far too personal.
A lot of grad students will call their faculty advisors by their first name. It’s such a close working relationship that it becomes natural to use first names. But considering our history, I can’t bring myself to do it.
I need that professional boundary to remain intact.
It’s bad enough that I can’t stop fantasizing about him while he lectures about ancient Greek gods and literature. I can’t imagine how bad those fantasies would become if I called him Adonis or Donnie. Or worse … sir.
“Imagine a love so great and all powerful,” Dr. Rossi says, referring to Orpheus’s love for Eurydice, “that you’d be willing to leave the land of the living and subject yourself to the depths of Hell. That’s love. In today’s culture, do we view love the same way? Are we willing to accept the same level of pain and suffering for the person we love?”
His eyes meet mine, and I forget how to breathe. I don’t see love in his eyes. All I see is raw, primal lust. I glance around the room and relax when it appears no one else sees what I see.
He continues his lecture, looking my way every few seconds. It’s almost like he’s daring me to react.
I still haven’t given him an answer to his proposal. I want to take him up on it, but it sounds so foolish. It’d be dumb of me to have an affair with my professor after what happened at Harvard.
Hell, it’d be dumb of me even if I hadn’t got caught up in a scandal with a married senator. He’s my faculty advisor. We need to maintain a professional relationship and nothing more.
But goddammit, I want him. Desperately.
He looks up at me again. This time, he licks his lips in a way that suggests he wants to taste me the way I tasted him that day in the park. It’s enough to make me put aside all logic and give him a taste of his own medicine.
So Dr. Rosi wants to play.
I wiggle in my seat and undo my cardigan sweater. I glance around the lecture hall again. No one can see me. They’d have to strain their necks to do so.
Fuck it. I’ll play his game.
And I’ll win.
Let’s see how he likes it when I call his bluff.
As soon as he looks up at me again, I run my finger down the line of my neck to my chest. I pause long enough to swirl my finger over my nipple before I continue down my stomach and settle on the waistline of my skirt.
His eyes widen, and then he stumbles over his words. When he spins around to face the chalkboard, I stifle a laugh.
“Sorry,” he says. “I lost my train of thought.”
A flustered Dr. Rosi is hot. Especially when I’m the one that makes him that way.
He takes his position behind the podium and reads his notes. No one seems to be bothered by the way he stumbled over his words, and that makes my smile grow.
It also encourages me to take this little game further. I know I shouldn’t, but these fantasies are driving me mad. I need something to take the edge off this desire.
“Ah, yes.” He clears his throat. “Crossing over into the Underworld.”
He continues his lecture while I continue my teasing. When he looks at me again, I uncross my legs and widen them. Then I lick my finger before sliding my hand under my skirt. There’s no mistaking what I’m doing.
He pauses again, and stares at me like he can’t believe I’m doing this. Then he shakes his head and scans the classroom. While some students look confused but his actions, no one turns around to look at me.
I’m surprised by how wet I am when I slide my fingers between my legs. This man gets to me like no man ever has before.
I dip by fingers inside me, and then spread my wetness over my clit. It’s enough to make me gasp. It’s not loud enough to draw attention from the students, but Dr. Rosi notices.
I love how he notices every little thing I do. It makes me feel seen in a way no man has ever made me feel before.
He’s composed himself, but he can’t hide his desires from me. I see it in the way he holds himself and clenches his fingers on the edge of the podium.
He says something else about love and anguish, but I don’t really make out the meaning. I’m too lost to this game he started.
My head falls back, and I imagine it’s his fingers dipping inside and his tongue rolling over my clit. Excitement builds and my belly heats with needs.
The need to feel this man own my pleasure and make me come.
“If you look at the way the gods torment with love …” The emphasis he puts on the word look has my eyes flying open.
My eyes lock with his, and the look in his eyes is daring me to close mine again. My lips tick up in a crooked grin. I wonder if he’ll punish me later for closing my eyes?
He continues his lecture, only looking away from me long enough to not draw attention to me.
I don’t hear the words he says. It’s the deep timbre of his voice and the primal need in his eyes that keeps me going. I’m so close to coming.
Biting down on my lip, I clench my legs together as my orgasm rips through me. It’s intense. Despite my efforts to remain silent, a muffled moan escapes me. The only thing to save me from the wandering eyes of the students is the bell.
I don’t take my eyes off Dr. Rosi’s as the students push to their feet and head for the door. I pull my hand out from between my legs and close my notebook.
A couple of students stop to ask Dr. Rosi a question, forcing him to look away. I use this opportunity to make my way down the stairs to leave.
Just before I reach the exit, he calls out to me. I stop and lift my hand to my mouth. The one that I just had between my legs. Then I tap the finger that was just inside to my bottom lip. His eyes flare with need.
“Please meet me in my office.” He demands. His voice is so rough and gravelly the student talking to him jerks back in surprise. Her eyes widen in confusion.
I smile and lick my lips. “Sure thing. I’ll head there now.”
As soon as I step into the hallway, my smile fades, and doubt consumes me.
I just made myself cum in front of my faculty advisor while he was giving a lecture.
There’s only one thing on his mind now.
I guess my answer to his proposition is yes.
I take my sweet time making my way to his office. First, I stop by the restroom to wash up, and then I go to my office to drop off my notebook. Thankfully, Maggie isn’t there, so I don’t have to explain why I can’t stay and talk.
She’d never understand why he asked to meet with me after class. Knowing her, she’d follow me despite my insistence that she not. She doesn’t ever take no for answer.
By the time I make it back downstairs, he’s already sitting at his desk.
“You asked to see me, sir?” I say in a seductively sweet tone.
“Come in and shut the door.” His voice is low and gravelly. He also looks pissed that I took so long getting here. It makes me smile.
I do as he asks. Then I take a seat opposite his desk. He gets up, walks past me, and locks the door.
“What are you doing?” I ask even though I know where this is going. My body trembles with anticipation and something else. Fear, maybe? Taking this step is huge and probably a mistake.
He stops behind my chair and runs his finger along the edge of my shoulder. I shutter at the touch.
“What were you doing during my lecture?” he asks.
I shrug and give him a come-hither grin. “Nothing. Just taking notes.”
He grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet. Then he brings my hand to his face and breathes in deeply. His frown deepens when all he gets is a clean soap scent.
“Is your notepad hidden between your legs?”
I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face. “No.”
He growls. “You’re a very bad girl, minx.”
“Yes, I am.” I admit.
He loosens his tie and rips it off. “I’m going to punish you for that.”
He spins me around, wraps the tie over my mouth, and ties it behind my head like a gag. Then he slides my cardigan sweater off my shoulders and down my arms. Tossing that aside, he presses his chest against my back and reaches around me to unbutton my blouse.
“You can’t make a sound. Is that understood?” He whispers in my ear.
I nod.
“Good girl.” He rips my shirt off me, then pulls my bra down my arms, locking them in place at my sides. He paces around me, studying me like a feral lion in heat. My nipples harden at his inspection.
I may have pushed him too far today, but I can’t say I regret it. Seeing him like this beats every fantasy I’ve had about him.
He lifts his hand and lightly brushes his fingertips over one of my nipples. The sensation is so gentle and light. I sigh at the touch. He’s teasing me, and I love it. It makes my core ache and primes my body for another orgasm.
Then he pinches my nipple hard, causing me to cry out.
“Silence,” he growls and pinches me harder. I swallow the moan that wants to escape. His other hand slides up my skirt and cups my pussy. “I love that you always wear skirts. Makes it so much easier to take you.”
“Yes,” I mumble behind the gag.
“What shall I do with you?” he asks. He’s not expecting an answer. He will do with me as he pleases, and I’ll enjoy every second of it.
He walks behind me and slowly unzips my skirt. It falls in a blanket of waves around my feet. Then he pulls my thong down my legs and helps me step out of them.
“So fucking sexy,” he says.
Smack! He spanks my ass. I moan and melt into him.
He wraps his arm around me and slides his hand between my legs. His fingers slide into me with ease. I’m so wet with excitement. “Is this what you were thinking about while you played with yourself during class?”
“Mmmhmmm,” I manage.
I feel his other hand between us, undoing his pants while he finger fucks me. “I’ve got something I think you’ll like even more than my fingers. Should I give it to you?”
I nod quickly and grind my ass into his erection.
“Should I make you beg?” he says as he pulls his fingers out of me and lightly brushes them over my clit. I whimper with need.
Smack! Smack!
I cry out as he spanks me again.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
“I said be quiet,” he growls in my ear.
“Yes, sir,” I mumble. My legs are shaking from the need building inside me. He’s barely touched me, and I feel like I’m going to explode.
He wraps one hand around my neck and shoves his fingers deep inside me. “If you cry out again, I’m going to fill your mouth with my cock. Is that understood?”
I nod.
“Good girl.” I feel his cock spring free from his boxers and poke me in the ass. I press into him, loving how he feels so close to me. “Not yet, little minx.”
He pulls back and lets go of my neck, but he continues pumping his fingers inside me. I hear the rip of the foil packet as he sheathes himself in protection.
“Arms up,” he says.
I do as he orders. Then he slowly walks me forward and presses my chest against the bookcase that covers one wall of his office.
“Hang onto the shelf if you have to.” He orders as he lifts my leg and positions his cock at my entrance. I clench my fingers to the edge of the closest shelf and wait in anticipation. “This is going to be rough and punishing. Do you understand?”
I nod quickly and press my ass into him. I’m more than ready for whatever he as in store for me. I need it. All of it.
“Please,” I manage.
He slams into me from behind in one fast thrust. The invasion is so intense that it’s hard not to cry out, but I resist.
“Fuck, you feel good.” He moans as he slowly moves inside me. The movement is so gentle, so sensual, that it makes my body ache for more. “I’m gonna fuck you until it hurts.”
“Yes,” I beg.
He wraps his hand around my throat again and pulls my head back. Then he bites down on my shoulder as he lifts my leg higher and slams deeper inside me. My stomach and chest press into the bookshelf. It hurts, but in the best way possible.
He slams into me hard and fast with a grip around my neck that’s close to a choke hold. My airway feels constricted but not so much that I can’t still take in air.
So many sensations and feelings rush through me. Excitement. Pain. Arousal. Panic. Desire. Fear. Need.
I want more. I want it all.
“I don’t like being teased.” Thrust.
“Or denied.” Thrust. Thrust.
“Be a good girl.” Thrust. He bites down on my neck again.
“You’re mine now, little minx.” Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. “Is that understood?”
I whimper and mumble something incoherent, even to myself. I’m too lost in the moment. Rough, possessive, pissed off Dr. Rosi is sexy as fuck, and I want more.
He pulls my head back so it rests on his shoulder. His lips brush against my cheek as he speaks.
“Do you understand?” He slams into me so hard it feels like my body is breaking in two. “I need to hear you say it.”
I nod and mumble as best I can. “I understand.”
“Good girl.” He increases the speed at which he slams into me. Each thrust takes him deeper and pushes me closer and closer to the edge. “Cum for me.”
The commanding tone of his voice is enough to send me spiraling into the abyss of pleasure. I fall apart as my orgasm rips through me. My legs tremble and my arms fall limp. It’s unlike any release I’ve ever experienced before.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” he moans as his release crashes into him and drags him into the abyss with me. His thrusts become erratic, and his grip around me tightens as he hugs my body to his.
After what feels like an eternity of blissful pleasure, his body falls limp. He loosens his hold on me and steps back. Then he unties the gag from my mouth and spins me around.
His eyes widen and his mouth falls open. “Shit.”
His hand reaches out, and he brushes his finger over the spot on my shoulder where he bit me. “That’s going to leave a mark.”
I look down at my body. There are deep red marks and creases all over my chest and stomach from here he pressed me into the bookcase. It hurts, but I have no regrets.
I look up at him and smile. “I think it’s safe to say this is going to leave bruises.”
He lightly runs his hand down my body and over every mark made. It’s gentle and caring and so unlike the way he just fucked me. “I’m so sorry, minx. I didn’t mean to hurt you like this.”
I cup his cheek, push up on my tiptoes, and press my lips to his. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. I loved it and would do it again without question.”
The spark returns to his eyes, and he steps closer to me.
“Good.” He cups my pussy and growls in my ear. “Next time, I’m going to eat this pussy and teach you what it’s like to be with a god.”
The whimper that comes out of me sounds inhuman. If he gives oral as good as he fucks me, then I’m really screwed. He’s got a hold on me that I can’t explain. And every second I’m with him pulls me deeper and deeper under his spell.