11. Chapter 11
Chapter 11
Mila
I’m walking down the hallway, eager to see my professors, so I can ask them why they haven’t responded to my naughty pictures. I was hoping Daddy would spank me for being a bad girl.
Professor Chen’s voice stops me in my tracks.
“Miss Halloran, a moment please.”
He’s never acknowledged my existence before. Did I go too far with the sexting? What if he found out? I turn, plastering on my most respectful smile. “Of course, Professor Chen.”
His usual stern expression is softened by something that looks like approval. That’s a relief.
“I want to commend you on the glowing recommendation Dr. Rutherford gave the scholarship committee on your behalf. You’re quite an impressive young lady.”
My heart skips a beat. The scholarship. Do I dare get my hopes up? “Thank you, sir.”
“In fact,” he continues, “I’d love to see you in my ethics class next semester. Your passion for learning is exactly what we look for in our top students.”
I nod, trying to keep my cool. That class is invitation only. “I’d be honored, Dr. Chen.”
“Very well.” He nods and leaves without another word. Did I get the scholarship? Should I ask before he gets too far away?
No. I ride the high of being invited to his ethics class—the irony of my lack of ethics isn’t lost. I hurry to Sterling’s office where both professors are waiting, according to a text Sterling sent.
Bubbling with excitement, I knock on the door, hopeful that my sexts got them in the mood for fun. Sterling’s deep voice calls out, “Come in.”
I step inside, letting the door close behind me. Their eyes light up, but their lack of movement hints at something more serious than I was ready for.
“So,” I say, a playful lilt in my tone, “I hear I got quite the recommendation. How can I thank you for that?”
Rutherford’s eyes darken with desire, but Sterling clears his throat, crushing my vibe. “We need to talk about something important.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong exactly,” Rutherford assures me. “We’re just exploring the legality of the student-teacher relationship policy.”
Sterling nods. “We want to make sure you won’t get in trouble if our relationship comes out. We don’t want anyone to be able to touch your scholarship.”
My heart skips a beat. “My scholarship?”
Rutherford nods. “You got it. The lawyer—”
I squeal, interrupting him, and they congratulate me, but something’s still off. They haven’t moved from their positions—Rutherford against the window, Sterling leaning against his desk.
“The lawyer said he can’t guarantee anything. And now that you got the scholarship, there will be more scrutiny. If we’re caught, you’ll probably have to return the money, which either of us will be happy to cover.”
“I wouldn’t ask that.”
“But we would offer. We’re in this too. Until Hendrix comes up with a plan, we need to be extra careful for your sake.”
Silence fills the pause. He’s right. The risk level is higher now.
The tension in the room shifts, morphing into something electric and possessive. Rutherford moves toward me with a predatory gleam in his eye.
“Now, about those pictures you sent,” he growls. “I think someone needs a spanking for almost getting me in trouble.”
His breath warms my neck as he steps in front of me. “Only naughty girls send pictures like you did, Mila.” The warning sends happy shivers down my spine. Sterling moves beside me. Their hands roam, their mouths explore, and their hard cocks press against me.
Everything I was hoping for on the way here is coming true as they strip this naughty girl naked. I’m turned gently but firmly and bent over Sterling’s desk. The wood cools my skin.
Rutherford’s hand trails down my back, caressing my ass before landing a sharp smack. I yelp, more from surprise than pain.
Sterling cups his hand over my mouth. “You have to keep quiet if you want this, Sweet Fuckbaby.” He loosens his touch.
“I sent more than one.” My voice is barely a whisper.
Another smack, this time from Sterling, sends me further into a haze of desire. “Please,” I moan, “I need you inside me.”
A zipper lowers, the sound dominating the quiet office. Rutherford’s cock presses against my entrance, but goes no farther. “Is this what you want, Little One?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I gasp, pushing against him. He grips my hips and thrusts into me, filling me completely. I cry out, my fingers failing to find traction on the desk. I scramble to brace myself against his rapid pace.
Suddenly, he pulls out, leaving me empty and aching. Before I can protest, Sterling takes his place, his cock sliding into my hot, wet sex. His slower pace keeps me aware of every inch of him as he slides in and out.
They take turns filling me, each switch giving me just enough time to breathe. I manage to hold off my orgasm. The room fills with the sounds of our bodies slapping, our ragged breaths, and my quiet pleas for more. I’m lost in sensation, wanting this to last forever.
Rutherford’s fingers dig into my hips, he pistons harder and more deliberate than before. He manages a slap to my butt, and it pushes me over the edge. My sex clenches around his shaft as I splinter, my attempts to keep quiet aided by Sterling’s hand over my mouth.
I barely recognize Daddy’s guttural groan at first; he’s holding back, trying not to make too much noise. Then warmth fills me, streams down my thighs, and he collapses on top of me.
Moments later Sterling takes his place and I’m shocked at how ready my body is for another orgasm. I meet his pace shamelessly. Rutherford kisses my lips when my moans grow too loud.
The click of the office door opening startles all of us. My heart pounds and my sex tightens around less and less as Sterling pulls his thick shaft out of me. Rutherford thrusts my clothes at me and both professors scramble to pull their pants up.
It’s too late. Josh is standing in the doorway, eyes wide as he takes in the scene. There’s no denying what we were doing.
“Josh—” Sterling starts, but his son cuts him off.
“I knocked. No one answered.” His gaze flickers over me as I tug my shirt into place, then shoots back to his dad. “Guess you won’t object to paying my tuition.”
He had a full-ride athletic scholarship. Why would he need tuition? Did he lose his scholarship?
Sterling’s face turns a shade of red that can’t be healthy. He takes a step forward, but Rutherford grips his arm, holding him back.
Josh smirks as he retreats, letting the door shut behind him. Is that what this was all about? Money?
“Goddammit!” Sterling paces like a caged animal, then grabs the doorknob. “I knew he was up to no good.”
“Calm down.” Rutherford’s voice is commanding. “You need to think this through.”
Sterling whirls on him. “Think what through? He’s blackmailing me!”
“Don’t force him to play his hand,” Rutherford snaps. “You chase after him now, you’ll only make things worse.”
Sterling’s chest heaves, but some of the fight leaves him. He turns to me, his expression softening. “Mila, I’m sorry. I’ll fix—”
I cut him off. “It’s not your fault. We all knew this had risks.”
He looks at me, then at Rutherford, a determined glint in his eyes. “I won’t give him power over our relationship. And I won’t give him another cent… ever.”
Emotions swirl inside me. I’m not sure how to take that. Is he standing up for me, for us, or is this just about his pride? A quick risk assessment tells me that my scholarship is nothing compared to their jobs.
I have to protect them before Sterling does something stupid. “We don’t have a relationship. We had fun. It’s over. He can’t prove anything as long as we stop.”
Sterling and Rutherford stare at me in disbelief. They’re hurt, and for a moment, I almost take it back. But I can’t. This is the only way to stop Josh.
“We all crossed the moral line,” I say, my voice steadier than I feel. “If he tries to out us, all we have to do is lie. That’s no worse than what we did.”
Rutherford steps forward, his eyes searching mine. “Mila, you can’t be serious. What we have is more than just fun.”
I shake my head, backing to the door. “No.”
Sterling’s voice is low and urgent. “We can figure this out. Let me handle Josh.”
“This isn’t about Josh. It’s about us. About what we’re doing. It’s wrong, and we all know it.”
Without looking back, I leave. Their protests cut off as the door closes.