4. Paisley
Chapter 4
Paisley
My head is still spinning from him saying my name—something that doesn’t even feel real—when he addresses me even more directly.
Of course he doesn’t know it’s me .
But that’s Dr. Lowry, for sure. I would know that voice anywhere.
You’re a very good girl indeed.
I stare at the screen in shock.
For three months, I have felt Dr. Lowry’s words linger under my skin. I carry them home with me after lessons and stretch out on this bed, back arching and legs wide, so I can touch myself.
That voice has given me more orgasms than these Sunday night feeds have.
I stare in confusion as he stands up and walks out of view of the camera. I try desperately to look at the room for more clues, but it’s absolutely generic.
The feed cuts out, the live stream ending, and it’s gone.
Did I hallucinate that???
I climb off the bed and do up my pants, the slow burn of arousal that had been coursing through me gone now. All that remains in its wake is confusion—and a painful, dawning awareness that I cannot go to my final class.