Chapter 12
Gabriel
“Good morning, Elliot!”
“Hey, Gabriel! Are you going to your class?”
“Yes. It’s in a few minutes.”
“Me too! God, I feel so tired…” Elliot joins me and, together, we leave the professors' quarters and walk to our classes.
“These kids had another one of those rituals last night,” he says.
“Yes, I saw them heading to the clearing. I can’t believe they’re still doing that,” I reply, sipping my to-go cup of coffee.
“Why? Are you jealous you weren’t invited?” Elliot laughs.
“Not exactly. I went to plenty of those things when I was young and attended Wolfswood. They were pretty wild back then.”
“Really? We didn’t have them at Oakleaf. What did you do?” he seems very curious all of a sudden.
“Me, personally? Well… I can’t disclose that, Elliot. It’s a secret club, after all. But I will say this. I learned a lot from the older students during those ceremonies. If you know what I mean…”
“You dog!” Elliot laughs. “You should write a book about it. And only let me read it!”
“Well, right now I have to go to class,” I pat him on the back and walk away. “See you later!”
I open the door to the east wing and walk in. I can’t help but notice something. Elliot was tired, and he was talking about the students’ ritual. Could he have gone too? I know that I am in a secret relationship with Rose. But if Elliot is indeed going to those things, it would be even worse.
“Good morning, Professor Thorn!” the students greet me. I can see just how tired they are. They all seem to have dark circles under their eyes. And they all smell like fire, smoke, and alcohol.
I look around the room, but Rose is, of course, not here.
She’s not taking the corporate law class.
For a moment, I think about her trembling body in the costume room.
The way her pussy clenched around my cock when I read her poetry was thrilling.
I know that she’s evolving and that her confidence is blooming.
She’s challenging me in ways that make my chest ache and my cock stir.
I push the thought aside, though, and focus on the day’s demands.
By mid-morning, I’m in a strategy session in one of the Institute's conference rooms. My campaign team, Alistair Crane, and two analysts are huddled over donor lists and polling data for my Senate run.
“Your numbers are solid, Gabriel, but we need more grassroots appeal,” Alistair tells me.
“You’re right. Schedule some meetings with the town halls. I want voters to see my vision, not just my name.”
We discuss logistics, but Rose creeps into my thoughts again. She seems to be consuming my mind, something that has never happened to me before with a woman.
“Gabriel? Are you paying attention?” Alistair asks me.
“What? Oh, yes… What were you saying?”
He laughs and wipes his mouth of saliva. It’s a gross gesture that makes me look away.
“I know that look! A man’s face looks like that only when he’s thinking about pussy!” he continues to laugh.
“Please, Alistair, you’re being rude.”
“Oh, she’s got you bad, hasn't she? Whoever she is! She must have some good pussy between her legs and a mouth made for sucking, to make your mind go blank like this. And when we’re talking about your political campaign, no less.”
I get up and gather my things. I feel disgusted by the way he’s talking.
“If we’re done here, Alistair, then I have to leave. I have some other classes.”
I walk out of the conference room with his eyes and voice trailing after me.
“Don’t fuck a student, Gabriel! However good her pussy might be!”
***
My advanced seminar begins in the afternoon. I walk into the classroom and notice that Rose is there, attending the class. She is seated near the front and has a serious expression on her face.
I take my place at the lectern and spread my notes on merger regulations before me. The classroom is quiet and respectful, and they are all waiting to take notes. Meanwhile, I try my hardest not to look at Rose, because I don’t want to raise suspicions.
“Merger regulations ensure market stability,” I begin the lecture. “The 1914 Clayton Act, for instance, prohibits acquisitions that reduce competition.”
Our eyes meet, and the air crackles. I can see our secret etched on her face. Our nights in the costume room, my cock inside her, and her moans echoing. She shifts and drops her hand under the desk. I watch as she brushes her thigh under her skirt. It’s a subtle tease that makes my cock twitch.
This act,” I continue, gripping the lectern, “targets monopolistic practices, balancing power.”
I try to continue speaking, but her hand is still under the desk. She’s tracing slow circles on her skin, and her eyes are locked on mine.
But I have to force myself to focus. “By 1980, the Hart-Scott-Rodino Act required pre-merger notifications.”
Rose leans forward and presses her breasts against the desk. Her shirt is thin, and she’s revealing to me that she’s not wearing a bra. Her nipples, hard and sharp, strain against the fabric. My mouth goes suddenly dry, and I have an erection throbbing in my pants.
I am hidden from sight by the lectern, which gives me a bit of relief. I know that none of the students can see it. But my brain understands how dangerous this situation is. If anyone saw, if anyone even noticed, I would get fired on the spot.
But that is exactly what turns me on.
“This ensures federal oversight,” I say, and try not to seem too obvious.
She adjusts herself and rubs her breasts deliberately against the desk. I try not to look directly at her, but I can see her opening her mouth just a little. She’s poking her tongue out as she takes notes. That mouth that sucks my cock so well, that tongue that held my cum. I nearly lose my place.
“Antitrust laws,” I press on, “protect consumers from predatory pricing.”
Her fingers slip higher, and she grazes her inner thigh. Her movements are hidden from others, but I know that they are meant for me. My cock strains against my pants, getting a little painful now.
“Violations lead to divestitures,” I continue.
But I can’t help it. I have to look at her. I have to see what she’s doing. Rose is red in the face now, which tells me that she’s turned on as well. She’s teasing herself for me, touching herself under the desk.
Unbelievably, I watch as she rests her left hand on her chest. I can see that her fingers are teasing one of her nipples through her shirt, and it’s driving me wild.
“Modern mergers face global scrutiny,” I conclude, facing the class, but my eyes find hers. The tension between us is a forbidden and electric wire. And it’s pulling us toward the inevitable.
Finally, after what seems like an eternity, the bell rings, and the students file out. But Rose stays behind. I know what she wants and I simply can’t wait. I want it too, maybe even more than she does.
“Miss Devereaux, I want to have a word with you.”
After the last student closes the door, we are finally alone.
“Yes, Professor Thorn? What would you like to tell me, Sir?”
She’s pretending to be the good student and the good girl. And it’s driving me insane.
“What was that?” I ask, and I gesture to her desk. “Were you teasing me in front of everyone?”
“I couldn’t help it. You make it hard to focus, Professor.”
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Rose, but I’m done resisting.”
“Are you?” she continues to provoke me.
“Yes. If you want to tease the professor in class, then you must be ready to face the consequences, like a good, obedient student.”
I guide her to the lectern at the top of the class.
“Bend over,” I command, and she obeys. Her uniform skirt rides up as she leans forward, and her ass pushes upward.
I grab the edge of her pantyhose with one hand while the other rests on her back and pull hard. It rips widely, exposing her ass to me. She yelps, but covers her mouth with her hand immediately.
“Is this what you wanted?” I snarl, unable to control myself now.
I am aware that anyone might walk into this classroom at any point. They could see me and Rose, and the way she is bent over the lectern. Her ass is mine, and her pussy is gushing. While my cock harder and bigger than it’s ever been. But I cannot help it. I hunger for her like a starved man.
“I said—Is this what you wanted?” I ask again, harsher.
“Yes. Yes!! I wanted you! I wanted your cock inside me! Yes!”
I lift her skirt and peel down her panties. Her pussy is beyond wet, and it’s glistening for me.
“Shhh… Don’t be loud. I know you want it, but you can’t be this loud, Rose. Anyone could hear us in the corridor.”
“Yes, professor.”
I bunch her panties in my hand and, as she turns to look at me, I insert them softly into her mouth.
The sight is incredible. She is so insanely beautiful, completely surrendered to me.
Her pussy and her ass are bare, and she is bent over the lectern in the classroom.
Her tiny, red underwear is stuffed in her mouth, and she has a little trickle of saliva at the corner of her lips.
“Oh, my God…” I groan as my fingers are brushing her clit, slick and swollen. “How are you even real?”
She moans, her hips are arching, and I free my cock, which is hard and throbbing. The teacher-student fantasy is fueling my desire.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you, Rose,” I demand, and I tease her entrance with my tip.
Her hands grip the lectern as she tries to prepare herself for my cock. I reach over and take the panties out of her mouth for a moment, and I allow her to speak.
“I want you to fuck me, Professor. Right here, in the classroom. Fuck me hard. Fuck me like I’m your biggest fantasy, your student who surrendered.”
I thrust into her, slowly at first. Her pussy is tight and warm, and it’s clenching around me.
“You are my fantasy come to life,” I tell her as I pump deeper.
Her moans are stifled by the lacy underwear in her mouth, but her pussy is soaking my cock. I fuck her harder, the lectern creaking under us. Her nipples, free from the shirt, rub against its surface. The sensation is causing her to shiver in pleasure.
I continue to fuck her deeply, allowing my cock to disappear inside her. I’m lost in this mad fantasy. But perhaps I don’t care. I circle the opening of her ass with my thumb, relishing how tight it is. She has never done that before, I know it, and it drives me wild.
“I have another fantasy, Rose,” I tell her as I keep pumping inside her.
“Mmm… hhmm…” she moans. But the panties are stopping her from speaking.
“I want to fuck your ass. I want to teach your ass the shape of my cock. I want your ass to study the length of my cock and write homework with my cum.”
She trembles as her orgasm is building. Instead of speaking, she rubs her nipples frantically on the surface of the desk, teasing them. Then she pushes herself backward, her pussy swallowing the whole of my cock.
“Cum for me,” I urge, and I slam my cock into her. This forbidden dynamic—professor and student— is pushing me to the edge.
She shatters, her pussy is pulsing, and her climax is drenching me.
I follow. My release is spilling inside her, and my groans are mingling with hers.
I pull out, my cock is slick, and turn her to face me.
She spits out the panties in my hand, a perfect, intimate souvenir.
I kiss her deeply. Our tongues tangle, and her taste—sweet, addictive—floods me.
“When is our next lesson, Professor?” she asks, hungry for more.
I have created a monster. But I love it.