13. Chase
The first few days of the week went by without a hitch. Monday, Emma came to her senses and spent her lunch with me. I took her home after work every evening, had dinners with her, and left my mark on her each night. Thursday morning lulled by. My early classes passed in a blur, I went through the motions teaching and grading assignments before the headache started to settle in.
It was about time for lunch. I headed down the elevator to Emma’s office space, making my way to the back cubicles where her and Anna worked. I stopped short when I noticed there was another professor in Emma’s cubicle. One of the other calculus professors, around my age, angrily spat his words at my Emma.
“It’s unacceptable,” he berated her. I could see Emma frantically typing on her laptop, her face riddled with concern. Her cheeks and chest turned red with embarrassment, “You need to figure this out. I know damn well I had more left in my budget. You work for us and I”m telling you now, figure it out or I”m going to the director.”
Emma shook her head, her hazel eyes glossy with tears as she scrolled through spreadsheets, “I assure you, the budget is correct. You exhausted your funds. You can petition for another grant,” she was saying to him, her words coming out flustered.
Anna finally stopped being useless and chimed in, “Dr. Murdock, I have a list of all your recent procurements here.” She motioned towards her computer, pulling up another excel sheet. Dr. Murdock flushed with anger.
“I refuse to stand here and be mocked by two incompetent staff members,” he shoved a finger in Emma’s face as he continued his spiel.
I had enough. I didn’t give two shits how he talked to Anna, but my Emma was not going to be subject to this.
“Excuse me, am I interrupting something?” I stepped out into the open, moving myself between Emma and professor Murdock, “there seems to be some type of misunderstanding.” I lowered my voice to a growl as Murdock got in my face.
“The misunderstanding is all mine,” he snarled. He was face to face with me, his disgusting spittle flying as he spoke. His already wrinkled face marred with anger, “I don’t understand how the most prestigious department hired two idiots.”
An audible gasp could be heard from Emma pulling my glance to where she was. The tears freely spilled over her red cheeks. The vein in her forehead protruded as she tried to stifle her emotions.
My sweet kitten.
I leaned in close to Dr. Murdock, my voice for his ears only, “You need to remove yourself from this office and not return until you’ve regained your composure.”
He scoffed at me, “I don’t answer to you, Lowe,” he attempted to shove past me to get to Emma.
Over my fucking dead body. And not even then.
I shoved him back. His weaker body flailed to stay balanced as his back hit the corner of the cubicle. He cursed, rubbing the sore spot on his spine, “When it comes to her,” I growled, “You do.”
Anna’s mouth fell open hearing my hushed words.
Dr. Murdock said nothing as he fumed out of the office. Immediately I went to Emma, she had her own gravitational pull and I was lost in her orbit.
“Kitten,” I murmured leaning down to her, she sat shaking at her desk, “Look at me.” I thumbed a tear that was slowly making its way down her cheek, “I’m here.”
“I just,” Emma sniffed, “I was just looking at what we put in the spreadsheet. We just buy what they tell us to buy. Funds don’t spend themselves.” Anna stepped up beside us, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.
I understood Emma’s job. Her and Anna were the middle men, the ones who enforced University compliance. Most of the time these things were out of their control.
“Come with me,” I helped her stand, “I’ll take you home. You need to take the rest of the day off. Anna,” I turned to her, “I trust you’ll let your management team know the situation?”
Her eyes widened in shock, but she nodded at me.
Emma and I made our exit, I took her home locking the apartment door behind us as she made her way to her bed. She had a tough week, that I knew, and this was just the icing on the cake. I turned on her electric tea kettle, the water boiled within minutes. I made her tea with honey, placing the steaming mug on the nightstand next to her. I kissed her forehead.
Her tears continued to fall.
My cock was hardening.
I crawled in next to her cradling her to my chest, “Emma.”
“Thank you for being there,” she cried quietly.
“I’ll always be watching over you, kitten.”
She kissed my lips softly. My dick was equivalent to steel as her lips touched mine, “Let me take away the pain of the day sweet kitten,” I deepened the kiss dipping my tongue in her mouth, “let me make you feel good.”
We quickly stripped off our clothes eager to have one another, I flipped her body under mine rubbing the head of my cock at her wet entrance. Her pussy spread easily for me as I impaled her. Her cries rang out in the silent flat before I slammed my hand over her mouth. She writhed underneath me, her breasts moved in time with my thrusts as her cunt clenched around me.
“Shit babygirl, you feel amazing coming around me,” I ground my pelvis against her swollen clit milking her orgasm out of her.
Her nails scratched down my back no doubt tearing up the flesh. I moved my hand from her mouth to her throat. She screamed my name. I felt the chords of her neck flex under my fingertips as the sound tore out of her.
I loved seeing her face redden as I stole her air. My cock throbbed in her as I spilled my come in her tight little pussy. Languidly, I continued to thrust in her until every last drop was inside her smooth channel.
“God, you make me feel like no one ever has,” Emma snuggled against me. Come leaked from her, her inner thighs slick as she wrapped them around me.
“I’m all yours, forever,” I whispered to her. She nodded sleepily, “Get some rest kitten.”
She dozed off quickly. I stayed with her for a few hours, making sure to order her dinner and running a bath for her when she woke. I had an evening class to teach so I said my goodbyes to her. She looked freshly fucked and satisfied. My hand prints on her throat sent a twinge of arousal to my dick. But I had other things to attend to.
Professor Murdock didn’t know who he was fucking with. No one made my girl cry. Those tears, that fear, was all reserved for me. She was mine to please and to hurt. She didn”t know the lengths I would go to for her, but she would find out soon enough.
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The evening carriedon as expected. The night sky stained orange and purple with the setting of the sun. I sat in the parking garage with my window down on the highest floor next to a white Honda SUV. The garage overlooked the city, nothing but concrete and traffic below us. I patiently waited, watching Emma on my phone. She was reading a romance, her hand dipped in her panties as she groaned my name.
She was so beautiful when she came.
I checked her phone on the app. She and Anna hadn’t been talking much lately. They had a falling out over her relationship with me, but I didn’t care. That just meant Anna would phase herself out.
One less person for me to get rid of.
I heard footsteps and glanced in the rearview mirror. Dr. Murdock was making his way back to his car, his evening class let out for the night. We were two of only a handful of cars parked in the garage, the summer semester making campus barren of students.
He fumbled for his keys, distracted by his phone as I stepped out of my car.
“That was quite the show you put on today in the office, Dr.” I spoke.
He glanced up at me motioning his hands as if to dismiss me, “These office assistants have no idea what they’re doing. Especially that Emma girl.”
Her name on his crusty mouth had my fists twitching with the urge to punch him. I approached him slowly as he made his way to his car facing the small shoulder that kept cars from toppling over the edge.
“Don’t you dare speak her name,” I snarled, landing a punch straight to his face.
I felt his eye pucker and bust under my knuckles. His cries of pain echoed into the endless open air. He reared back, his lower back hitting the concrete barrier. He just managed to right his upper half before toppling over.
“You,” he snorted, the blood draining from his face. He blinked rapidly as his eye swelled and blackened. Blood vessels were busted in it creating a murky shade of red in the sclera, “you’re insane. You assaulted me over that bitch?”
I reared back and punched his other eye, then his nose. He grunted as the cartilage shattered under my fists.
I was insane for her. I always would be.
He fell to the ground submitting to my Dunhill men’s luxury dress shoes as they kicked his face in. He was choking on his teeth, his mouth nothing but a bloody mess of gums as snot ran down his face. I snatched his heavy body up by the collar of his shirt and dragged him to the overhang facing the street.
“You remember this day as you fucking fall,” I spat at him, “Remember how you berated my girl until she cried.” I shook him awake as his begs and murmurs faded, “Most of all, you remember me.”
“Please, I didn’t know.” Blood trickled out of his toothless mouth, his lips curling inwards, “I didn’t know Emma was with you, I was just,” he gurgled. Unable to come up with anything to say that would save his wretched life.
“Rot in fucking hell.”
I shoved his body face first over the garage. Watching him catapult down fifteen levels to the concrete ground below him. I watched until I saw him splatter head first on the ground. Brain matter painted the streets as commotion and panic arose, cars pulling over, pedestrians vomiting and looking around trying to make sense of the horrific scene.
I wiped the bloody scuff from my shoes, tossing them in a plastic bag to dispose of later. Getting in my car, I checked Emma’s cameras. She was sleeping comfortably post orgasm. My sweet little kitten.
Emma’s tears were mine.
Emma’s pain was mine.
No one would take those from me.