4. Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Mila
Professor Rutherford’s breaths are ragged. The corded muscles of his neck strain as he makes a few attempts to say something. “The dare… to flirt with Sterling and me. Why?”
My eyes dart over his shoulder. It’s dark outside. Anyone could see in. We’re closer than is appropriate. I clutch my binder as if it’s a protective shield. “The dare gave me permission.”
“To break the rules?” he asks.
Have I confused a dare between girlfriends with an alternate reality? I want to see how far I can push.
“Permission to find out how you would react.”
The memory of his arms wrapped around me, his scent—a wicked combination of smoke and leather, that’s also currently surrounding me—and his cock pressing into me from behind offer a reminder of his unequivocal reaction.
Stepping to the far wall, he closes the blinds. “Is that all you wanted permission to do?”
Preventing myself from blurting an answer, I drag my teeth over my lower lip. “No.”
“I never took you for a rule breaker.” He returns, leaving only inches between us. “What else?”
“Initially nothing. But then we talked about… parties.”
Professor Rutherford’s lips quirk. The memory of Professor Sterling’s expression intervenes as if I need a reminder of how we’re all connected to my ex. Ugh! Can I be sure I’m not doing this for revenge?
“I recall.”
Fixing my gaze on his chest, I cling to my notebook. It’s my last line of defense. My voice is soft and vulnerable. “It’s wrong. I know. You’re both professors and I’m a student and—”
“Shhh.” He puts a finger to my lips.
The tender intimacy of his touch quickens my heart rate. My throat goes dry while my panties become decidedly wet. I want my first sexual experience to be with someone like him.
No. I want him. And as he drags his finger over my lower lip, tugging it down slightly, my jaw drops open, just enough for me to lick the tip of his finger.
He lingers, letting my tongue play, then pulls his hand away as his smile slowly builds. “I can’t speak for Sterling, but I’m of the opinion that sometimes rules should be broken.”
Time to channel my fun, bold side. “We’re not asking him to break the rules.”
“And he’s on his way out of town for a continuing education conference. Let’s be perfectly clear… no talk of parties. What do you want, Little One?”
Little One? A world of possibilities blossoms in my mind. Does a nickname mean a commitment? Does he understand how much he could teach me? Does he… I fight the thought back, but it refuses to be cast aside… Does he want to be my Daddy?
Before I can answer, he grabs the top of my binder, causing me to shudder as the backs of his fingers graze my breasts.
“May I?” He tugs the binder, and I let him set my protection on a shelf beside the door. “You wanted to find out how I would react to you… Was I just an experiment?”
“Sort of.” With nothing but air between us, I’m vulnerable.
“You’re one of the top students. What do you know about drawing conclusions from experiments?” He runs with my less-than-sexy answer.
“It’s important to be able to replicate results.”
“Are you ready to run another test?”
I wish he’d use the nickname again, but he takes my hand and twirls me the same as he had in the sex club. My back is pressed against his rock-hard body. The stiffness of his erection is unmistakably present. I rest my head against his chest.
This is where I belong—being held by the one I love.
Love? Whoops!
My eyes open wide, but his smoky leather cologne might as well be laced with paralytic agents.
He rocks his hips. “You do this to me every time we’re close. Every night in my dreams. Every time I let my guard down. And I’ll willingly be your subject any time.”
My legs go weak, and I’m grateful that he tightens his grip just in time to keep me from collapsing. Following his gentle guidance, I’m sitting on his desk. He tips my chin up.
“Sorry, I got ahead of myself. You were going to tell me what you wanted, Little One.”
“You.” I can barely hear my voice, but he catches it just fine.
He presses a leg between my thighs. “A one-word answer—that’s not very descriptive.”
“Sorry.” I can’t catch my breath.
“How about this? A true-false test.”
Test-taking doesn’t normally make my tummy flutter. Then again, I don’t normally take tests alone in my professor’s office, after hours, with his thigh between my legs, either. “Yes, sir.”
He chuckles. “What a good girl. First true or false statement… You want me to…”
Why is he pausing? Please don’t reconsider.
He lifts a hand to my shoulder. “You want me to check your pulse.”
It’s not that I expected him to start with sex, but this is a little slow. “True.”
His fingers trail down my arm, gently turn my hand over, and lift. And keep lifting. His head lowers slightly. His lips press on the inside of my wrist.
Several other parts of my body suddenly want pulse checks.
Pulling away far too soon, he says, “A little elevated. Next question… You want me to check your hearing.”
“True.” The answer pops out of me before I’ve heard the full question. Perhaps I do need my hearing checked.
His grin grows as he leans toward my ear. In a whisper, he says, “You’re a very naughty girl.”
“True.”
“That wasn’t a test question.” His lips brush in my hair as he stands.
“It’s still true.” Every inch of my body is begging for this to speed up. “Now it’s my turn.”
“For what?”
“To test you.” I lace my fingers with his.
He shrugs. “True.”
“What’s true?”
He clarifies, “I want to make you come on my desk. That was the question, wasn’t it?”
Uh… yeah. My thighs reflexively try to squeeze together and clamp around his leg. He shoves his thigh into my center, and I stop just short of dry-humping him.
“Should I take that as a yes, Little One?”
“Yes.” I rock against his leg before he steps away. Euphoria over the nickname leaves me giddy.
Reaching out, he closes the door, then faces me and drops to his knees.
Uh… TRUE! Daddy knows what Little One wants.
His fingers wrap around my hands and he guides me to stand. What’s happening? I breathe and focus, then offer a test question. “You want to take my panties off, Da—don’t you?”
That was close. I’m guessing it’s better to discuss the Daddy thing before using it.
“True.” His hands trail up my legs. Thank goodness I shaved this morning. Actions and thoughts are simultaneously in slow motion and happening in a split second.
After memorizing the exact path his fingers traveled up my body, I’m sitting on his desk again, this time with no panties.
My skirt is pushed up against my hips. His hands grip my thighs, spreading them. My very wet sex is exposed to my professor. It doesn’t matter how we define good or naughty in this game. It doesn’t matter if it started with a dare. We’ve crossed a line.
The honk of a car horn outside draws our attentions. The blinds are closed. The pause gives either of us a chance to call it off. His eyes meet mine.
I recognize the question, and tangle my fingers in his hair, giving a little tug. My core aches. One lick, that’s probably all it will take to make me come. Or maybe just a breath.
His wicked smile returns as he kisses my inner thigh. Just when I’m bracing myself for his mouth on my sex, he pauses, licks my wetness, and says, “You’re a very naughty girl, Little One.”
“You’re a very naughty Daddy.” I freeze.
He freezes.
Shit! Did I just ruin this?
“I’m your very naughty Daddy.”
I can’t be sure if he actually got his tongue on my clit first or if I just plunged headlong into an orgasm. I don’t care. He licks me through the release, groaning into my sex, gripping my ass as I wiggle against his face.
I’m shook, blinded, drifting. Angels sing. Fireworks are set off. If that wasn’t an out-of-body experience, they don’t exist.
My fingers hurt, I tangled them in his hair so hard. Uncurling them, I use one hand to brace myself, lean back, and catch my breath.
“True,” I say, finding it harder to form the playful word than expected.
“I forgot the question.” He sits back on his heels.
“You’re my Daddy. I want you to teach me how to give you a blowjob.”
He stands, rubs a hand over his tented pants, then pulls me against his body. “Not tonight, Little One. You need to rest after that orgasm. Let me take you home.”
Home… which means outside of this office , which also means real world . My heart sinks at the reality that this could be a one-and-done. “Give me a minute. I’ll be fine to drive myself.”
“Did you forget how to address me?”
What? Big pause. Then enough of the bliss hormones subside that I get it. Hope floods through my veins that we’re far from done. “I’ll be fine to drive myself, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”