Chapter 7
Laura
Oh, my god.
It’s Dr. Rollins.
My psychology professor.
The world-renowned, multi-book deal author, teaching at our shitty little school out of the goodness of his heart, Dr. Samuel Rollins. Sexy, apparently stone-cold sociopath (not a clinical term) Samuel Rollins.
“What the fuck?”
He smirks at me. His eyes are darker than I remember them being in class. His features are slightly shifted too. It’s definitely him, but I am seeing him differently because this situation is so fucked up.
“Why?”
He shifts me to sit up on his lap, and in an instant I remember all the things he did to me. I remember how filthy he was when he fucked me multiple times. How even now, I have his cum drying on the inside of my thighs.
“Why me?”
“Because you need this more than anybody I have ever encountered,” he says, brushing some stray hair away from my face.
“You came to my class and you worked so hard. You weren’t the first or only student working hard, but you had a genuineness to you, an innocence.
You are trying to survive in a deep way. ”
“You mean I seemed like good and easy prey to you because I don’t have a lot of support and I have to look after myself so I’m independent enough to be able to fuck with like this?”
“That’s not what I said,” he says.
“But it’s what you meant. You saw prey. Asshole.”
I try to slap him in the face, but he captures my hand easily. He moves fast as hell for a scholar. I can’t believe I’ve been in his class after he came and fucked me. He must have been looking at me the day after, enjoying every bit of unsettled energy I was displaying.
“Behave yourself,” he reminds me in a soft tone.
He is a very handsome man. He has the kind of features that make him look sexy and intelligent at the same time.
There’s nothing brutish about his appearance, but there’s everything brutish about his thoughts and his actions.
He looks like he stepped out of a book about intellectual gentlemen. Sherlock Holmes crossed with Moriarty.
“You have to let me go,” I say.
“Why?”
“Because I’ve got an assignment due this coming Tuesday.”
He smirks at my little joke that was barely only almost a joke.
“Please,” I say, letting my voice drop into a more desperate whimper. “I won’t tell anyone who you are, I promise.”
“Of course you won’t,” he says. “An undergrad at a community college accusing me of stalking and kidnapping her would find herself locked away in a ward of some kind sooner rather than later.”
“Are you threatening me?”
He slides a powerful hand around the back of my neck and squeezes.
“No, darling. You don’t need to be threatened, and that is why I chose you, because deep down, you want to be here.
You want to be taken. You want to have someone look after you completely.
You want to be pleasured. And above all, you want the kind of safety that can only ever come from being with a man who owns you completely. ”
There’s something deeply seductive about the way he is talking to me.
The assuredness in his voice. He believes I both want and need this, and maybe he is right.
I remember him telling us how predators have an almost preternatural ability to discern the vulnerabilities of people they chose to prey on.
It’s an instinct they have that becomes sharpened over time as they move through the world. This man is an apex predator.
“Are you going to kill me?”
“Of course not. Killing you would defeat the purpose entirely. I want to keep you for myself. I want to give you a life you would never otherwise have known. And I want you to have my babies.”
“Right. Because there’re not enough kids being born into weird captive situations. You absolute psycho!”
“Now, what did I tell you about that term?”
“It’s not technically accurate because the psychos who wrote the book took it out probably, if they’re anywhere as crazy as you are.”
“Temper, temper,” he chides me gently.
“You have to let me go. You can’t keep me.”
“You’re right,” he says. “The goal was never really to kidnap you.”
“Then why did you let me think that was what was happening? Were you just fucking with me? Of course you were. You’re a…”
“Enough with the disrespect, Laura,” he growls. “I understand you are shocked, but I don’t intend to tolerate that mouth giving me anything other than pleasure.”
This man is a famous psychologist. People look up to him. Nobody would ever suspect… but that’s the whole point, isn’t it. People like him hide in plain sight.
As I stare at him with my jaw dropped, he takes full advantage of the moment, and slides his fingers back inside me, one at first, then another, thumb on my clit like he’s claiming my sex. I let out a muted moan, trying to keep myself under control.
“You deserve to be taken care of,” he whispers, running his teeth along the side of my neck.
“I tried to stay away from you, but every time I checked in on you, you were even more beautiful, and in an even more dire situation. You live your life on the verge of absolute disaster in so many ways. Do you know how it felt listening to you fucking that idiot boy? The one who didn’t deserve you?
Who never understood how gorgeous you were? ”
He’s talking me up while feeling me up. I don’t believe a word that comes out of his mouth.
He’s a monster. A complete and absolute fucking villain, and he cannot be trusted.
He knows how to use his fingers though. God, he’s so fucking agile with them, and my body responds to him even though I don’t want it to.
“Sick fucking freak.”
I swear at him.
Knowing who he is is scarier in some ways, but also a relief in others. He’s my professor. What a dick.
“You are going to get your bottom spanked,” he warns me, sliding his fingers away.
“You are going to get your tenure revoked,” I tell him.
He laughs. “Do you really think anything you tell anyone will be taken seriously? You have absolutely no proof of any of my involvement, and I can assure you I have very solid alibis when it comes to any accusations you might make.”
“I’m going to bring you down,” I tell him. “I’m going to make damn sure you pay for everything you did. And where the fuck is Dave?”
The room spins as he makes good on his threat and turns me back over his knee.
“I’m glad you know who I am now,” he smirks down at me. I can’t see his face, but I can definitely hear that damn smile. “It’s going to make things that much more interesting having you in my class.”
I open my mouth to tell him to fuck off, but he spanks me right at that moment, and I do nothing besides squeal instead.
I know that my aggression is covering for fear, because now that I know who he is, I instinctively know I am in much more danger than I was before.
He worked hard to keep his identity secret, and I ripped it off him.
The fear is soon metabolized into pain under his palm as he whips my ass relentlessly, spanking hard and fast until my toes drum on the floor and I squeal at him to show me some kind of mercy.
“Please! Stop! Fuck! This is not going to stop me anyway!”
“You were so close,” he chuckles. “You are going to be so much fun to use.”
His fingers go to my clit and start rubbing my juices into that traitorous little nub. “You’re going to come for me. You’re going to give me everything I want from you, and more. By the time I am done with you, little girl, you’re not going to recognize yourself.”
I am right on the verge of an orgasm I don’t want when he slides me down onto the floor and settles me on my knees between his thighs. He frees his cock and pushes it into my mouth, holding me in place by my hair as I squirm in front of him with a burning ass.
“You’re going to have to start being responsible with this mouth,” he says, fucking my face slowly and deliberately.
“Your words have the potential to create a real problem for yourself. This is serious now, Laura. You’re not going to have the protection of anonymity anymore.
You’re in my inner circle now. You’re my personal little fuck toy. ”
I can’t get into more trouble right now than I already am in. The benefit of his cock in my mouth is that I can’t say anything at all. Makes it easier for both of us really.
He uses my mouth until he comes, his semen running over my tongue and down the back of my throat as he tilts my head up to make me swallow.
“Good girl,” he smiles, looking incredibly debonair and devilish at the precise same time.