Chapter 1
One
Cooper
Nine years later
I ’m grading papers in my office, and my neck is stiff. Rocking it from side to side, I try to release some of the tension that’s currently riding me from being in the same position for hours. Groaning, I toss my glasses on the desk as I lean back to stretch out my neck.
“Long day?” Brooke asks. She’s one of my assistants for my undergraduate history classes, but the fact that the beta sucks cock like a Hoover is the real reason she’s still around. She is typically late to the classes she helps me teach, and half the time she doesn’t appropriately answer emails.
I’m not proud of it, but she’s discreet and has a magical cunt. It’s always wet and ready. I don’t have time to fuck around with omegas. My life is complicated enough.
“Beyond long,” I sigh. “Midterms are going to kill me. Close the door and lock it. I have some tension I need to work out by fucking your throat.”
Brooke gives me a slow, sultry smile as she pushes the door shut behind her. The snick of the lock makes my cock jump, it knows how this will go down, already thick and ready.
“My throat is always at your service, Master,” she murmurs as she pulls off her dress and bra. Sinking to her knees between my thighs, I hold onto the armrest as she quickly undoes my belt and pants to pull out my dick.
I’ll never get tired at how her eyes light up and her mouth salivates as she stares at it.
Brooke’s small hands wrap around my cock as she pumps it twice before her tongue swirls around the tip.
“Get it nice and wet, little slut,” I growl as her pretty brown eyes roll.
I have no problems with abusing my seat of power when it comes to certain people.
Brooke offered to be my slave when she entered the masters program.
She wanted to be able to focus on her studies so she wouldn’t have to date, even though she’s a terrible teacher’s aide.
Most guys her age can’t give her what I can.
Sucking hard on the crown of my cock, she lets her spit run down it as she starts to work it down her throat. Brooke isn’t a quitter, and I grunt as I feel myself slide down the warm, tight space.
“This is going to be hard and fast,” I warn. “Don't come, no touching, arms behind your back. I’m having a shit day and don’t have it in me to have patience.”
Gratefully, she does as I say. The truth is, I never have much patience or softness for anyone anymore.
I got divorced four years ago, and my life changed in so many ways. I moved away from Georgia to the colder weather of Minneapolis to teach and forget the haunting eyes of a girl I had to leave behind.
Now, I rarely laugh, I’m stern but fair, and I know my students have a love-hate relationship with me. The fact that I star in most of my female students and some of the males erotic dreams is probably why I can get away with how far I push them.
I teach Eastern European History in a way that’s engaging and interesting, but I expect my students to read the assigned chapters as well.
Lifting my curled fingers from the armrests, I can feel my inner demons beginning to stretch and wake. Brooke likes it when I make her cry, force her to choke down my cock, and refuse to have any mercy, until I’m exploding down her throat.
My ex-wife couldn’t help me with my sexual tastes or my needs, but I thought I loved her enough to set it all aside for her.
Turns out, my money eventually wasn’t enough for her, and she served me divorce papers. Vivian is now happily married to a man much older than me, probably forcing her daughter into the very dresses she hated.
Tangling my fingers in her dark brown hair, I pull it to the point that she whines in pain, her throat swallowing hard. My cock twitches as I thrust deeper down her hole, grunting as I watch the tears sparkle in her eyes before they begin to fall.
Fuck, this is what I live for: the high of controlling someone’s breathing, the knowledge that her pussy has got to be dripping with arousal, and that she won’t be allowed to ease the pain unless I give her permission.
My hips jerk up as I pull my good little cum sucker down on my cock until her nose is pushed tightly against me.
“Fuck, you’re such a good little cum slave,” I growl, making her whimper. She's struggling not to fight back, but the truth is I like it when they fight sometimes.
Tonight, I’m tired, my eyes hurt from reading so many research papers, and my balls are already starting to draw tighter to my body.
Drawing back a little to give her a split second to inhale, I fuck her throat until my head drops back as I come hard. Staying quiet is a struggle, but there could still be people in the hallways. Possibly getting caught is half the fun .
I’m not quite done with her as I rip her off of my dick. Her mouth is full of my cum as I glare hard at her. Brooke presents her hard won prize to me, making me smirk at her as I pat her head.
“Tilt your head back and keep your mouth open for me like the good little cock slave that you are,” I growl.
Her chest is heaving, her heavy breasts swaying a little, nipples so tight they could cut glass.
My cock is still hard, but that’s not a surprise.
I get off on commanding people to do things without a second thought.
Brooke does exactly as I ask, her mouth opened wide, cum threatening to escape its current home. Working the saliva in my mouth as I bite my tongue hard, I spit the mixture into her mouth.
“Swallow it all down and then show me your tongue,” I command.
I can see her pupils are blown even as shame crawls over her skin and she swallows. Brooke craves this, even when she hates herself afterwards for it.
“Present the evidence,” I tell her as she lifts her head to gaze at me. Brooke sticks her tongue out, showing me how clean it is. “Damn, look what a good little slave you are. Do you need to come, little slut?”
A whimper escapes before she’s able to bite it back as she nods. I know she wants to beg, but I didn’t ask for her words and she knows better than to give them to me.
“Not today,” I murmur regretfully, glancing at the time. I need to meet my son for dinner, and I’m close to running behind. I despise being late, even for little Brooke. “Stand and lean over the desk, show me that pretty, wet pussy.”
Eagerly, she scrambles to her feet, her arms still at the base of her back as she moves to follow my command. Once she’s in place, she only breaks from formation to pull her panties down before moving back .
Spreading her ass cheeks wide, my mouth salivates as I see how shiny and wet her pussy is. Goddamn.
“Master,” she says so softly it’s almost a prayer. I pretend not to hear her, because I don’t have the time to punish her. Brooke serves me well, and I glance over at my desk drawer where I keep a vibrator handy for times like this.
“Such a beautiful, needy pussy,” I sigh, dragging my fingers through her arousal before I torture and pinch her clit. Struggling to keep her strangled screams to herself, she writhes on the desk. Fuck, I wish Ethan wasn’t waiting for me. She would keep me entertained for hours.
Opening my desk drawer, I pull out the toy, careful not to let her see. “I’m a merciful master, aren’t I, Brooke?”
I never use her name like this, and she flinches. “Yes,” she breathes. “Please…”
“Shhh, little cum slave. You’re going to get everything you want,” I promise, turning on the toy and rubbing it against her clit.
I’ll apologize to Ethan for being late by buying dinner. I doubt he’ll care. All that matters right now are the sweet whimpers and gasps as I make my little slave come for me amid the sea of papers.
My hand wraps around my cock as I make her explode over and over again, until she’s begging me to stop. I only concede when I come all over my hand with a grunt, her pussy swollen and sated.
I’m not a good man, and I doubt I ever will be again. The last time I had any goodness or happiness was when gorgeous green eyes with blue flecks in them shone with mirrored happiness, because I was there to keep her safe.
I haven't seen Nina in years though, and I doubt I will again .
Nina
“Shit, I can’t get towed,” I gasp breathlessly as my long legs tear across the campus back to my car in my sneakers.
The University of Lyons is expensive, but I got a very generous scholarship that pays for tuition, books, and a small stipend for food.
I have to pay for housing myself, and since my mother is living her best life in Europe with Harold, who is husband number three, she also cut me off when I turned eighteen.
Completely.
I was not prepared to pull together all of my savings to move to Minneapolis. I’m completely alone in the world, so I’m hustling to get a good education, so I’ll never be in this position again.
I’ve joined every networking club that looks like it’ll be a good fit in the last month and a half, while also pulling as many shifts as possible.
I’m working at a bar downtown at night, going to school full time, and living out of my car.
I showered in the gym facilities that come with my tuition, funny enough, got dressed for work, and now I’m running to my car before I get towed for parking without a parking tag.
My temporary tag expired fifteen minutes ago.
I will never understand what was going through the minds of the financial aid committee when they handed out scholarships, but I’m determined to be grateful for what I’ve been given.
Flying across the sidewalks, I gasp apologies as I jump around people. Thank God it’s October, or I would be a sweaty mess by the time I get to my car.
“I’m so sorry,” I cry out as I run around a girl saying goodbye to someone who is probably her boyfriend.
It must be nice to have that kind of time, I’ve never had a boyfriend before or a first kiss. I was always too busy doing exactly what my mother wanted, until she decided I was too much work.