TWENTY
CHASE
“Professor, hear me out,” Solace approached my desk and with a deep sigh I leaned back in my chair.
All my students had already cleared out my classroom but of course, she stayed behind.
Miss Allard was my brightest student, and because of that simple fact she purposely pushed boundaries to get her way.
“What if… you give me an extra day.”
“No,” I darted my eyes back to my laptop, continuing with my typing and she threw her hands in the air.
“Oh, come on!” she groaned and gripped the edge of my desk in front of me, leaning forward. “Please,” she dragged out every vowel. “For your favorite student? You know you want to,” she grinned.
“I don’t want to,” I kept my eyes on my screen.
Solace, along with almost ninety percent of my class, had been to focused on the days leading up to the celebratory party that their assignments were handed in late. That resulted in zeros. They were pissed.
“Look, Professor Madden…” she rounded my desk. “Chase? Can I call you Chase—”
“No,” I sternly cut her off and she stopped dead in her tracks, going back to standing in front of me.
“Right,” she nodded. “Professor Madden I am your best student. I show up to every class, I’m never late, and I get the highest grades every time. Trust me when I say I won’t hand any assignment in late again.”
With yet another heavy sigh I met her pleading gaze. “If I give you an extension will you keep it between us?”
“Yes,” she immediately blurted out. “Swear,” she placed her hand to her heart.
My tongue glided across my teeth and I nodded. “You have until tomorrow 9 a.m. when my class starts.”
“Thank you!” she cheered, running around my desk but when my eyes snapped to her in disapproval she jolted back.
“Right! Can’t hug you,” she said as though she was thinking aloud and walked backward then whipped towards the door.
“Won’t let you down!” she called out over her shoulder before disappearing and closing the door behind herself.
I merely shook my head.
Giving an extension for assignments they had enough time for only added to the magnitude of work I already had. I wasn’t going to let this job seep into my personal life as well, taking up all my time, but what was one extension. I trusted Solace that no one would get word of this.
* * *
I grabbed my car keys at the end of day, ready to leave when my classroom door opened and the most breathtaking preppy cheerleader strutted inside.
“Professor Madden,” Dakota grinned, rounding my desk. “I was on my way to practice and thought I’d say hi,” she pushed me back onto my chair.
Hopping onto my desk she let her legs dangle between us and I couldn’t stop admiring her.
“How considerate,” I gripped her calf, kissing the side of her knee and up the side of her thigh.
She giggled, wiggling away from me. “I have practice now,” she said as I rose to my full height.
“We’ll be so quick,” I loosened my belt, watching her eyes drop to catch the movement. I wrapped her ponytail around my fist, yanking her head back and a soft gasp escaped her. I pushed my lips to hers, craving her taste.
Her hand bunched my shirt and she moaned, pulling me closer.
I let my tongue swipe across hers, feasting on her mouth.
Resting my forehead to hers I gripped my growing erection. “Lay down and hold your knees to your chest.”
With a faint blush on her cheeks she laid back, gripping the back of her thighs to display the thin strap of her red thong and fuck… what a sight.
Pushing the material aside I suppressed a deep growl. Her perfect little cunt was already glistening.
I slipped two fingers into my mouth, wetting them before dipping both digits in her arousal. Purposely, I dragged my fingers up to her clit slowly and she whimpered, bucking her hips. “Chase…”
“Shh,” I teased her clit before slipping both fingers inside of her, making her moan.
“That’s it,” I lowered my tone, pushing deeper until my fingers disappeared inside of her.
Her nails dug into her fleshy thighs, reddening her skin and my tongue swiped across my bottom lip.
I was damn near salivating at the luscious sight of her.
Pulling my fingers out, I nudged the crown of my cock against her slick entrance and fuck, she was going to drive me insane.
“Please, Professor,” her back arched. “I’ve been so good,” she breathed and her hips hopelessly twitched.
Gripping the side of her thigh I thrust forward, sinking to the hilt and a deep groan vibrated from my chest.
My hips pumped slowly, dragging out her whimpers one by one.
She liked it fast. Hard. She liked when we abused her sweet little cunt. But today she’d beg. She’d beg me to fuck her, bruise her, fill her up and leave my mark all over her perfect skin.
Reaching forward I cupped her breasts and squeezed, leaning down to take her puffy nipple in my mouth. Swirling my tongue around her tight bud I sucked hard and she squirmed.
“Take me deeper, kjaere,” I kissed up to the base of her throat, sucking her tender skin until I left a mark.
Her pussy squeezed my cock so hard I whimpered, drawing back. I can’t come yet.
“No, Chase please,” her eyes fluttered open. “I’ve been such a good girl,” she lifted her hips for more.
With a groan of approval my bottom lip curled between my teeth, and I thrust forward, fucking her so deep I was left with her inaudible moans.
With her brows drawn together I watched her jaw slacken before she let her head roll back against my desk.
“Please, let me come, Professor,” her desperate cries filled the room. “Please.”
Her mouth gaped open, perfect tits bouncing back and forth and fuck, she was everything. “Come with me kjaere,” I wrapped my fingers around her throat. “I need you to come with me, baby, fuck—” I whimpered, looking down.
The sight of her pussy hugging my cock forced me over the edge.
In a breathless whimper she let go and so did I, shooting my come so deep inside of her she dug her nails into the soft wood, anchoring herself so that she wouldn’t get swept up in the blissful pleasure that was… us.
With heavy, uneven breaths she smiled up at me, and I couldn’t help but mirror her expression. “You did so well,” I lowered myself to plant a kiss to her lips and she shuddered, wrapping her arms around my neck.
She winced when I pulled out of her, then straightened her skirt. I watched her collapse as I buckled my belt. “You can’t fall asleep here,” I mused and she lazily waved me off.
I fixed her cheer top, covering her up and took a second to admire her in uniform. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t my favorite look on her. I needed Dakota in her cheer uniform every second of every day.
Gripping the side of her neck I pulled her to me, leaving a kiss on her forehead. The mark I’d left on her throat was a searing crimson, and I couldn’t help but admire my work. She stared up at me with hazy eyes and messy hair. “So beautiful,” I murmured.
Heat crept up her chest, flushing her cheeks red and I wrapped my arms around her, grinning.
With a sigh of contentment she slipped her hands under my shirt, snuggling closer. “We have to get you cleaned up and back out there.”
She only shook her head.
Truth be told, I didn’t want her to move either.
Chestnut eyes peered up at me and she rested her chin on my chest. “Can’t we just go home and cuddle instead?”
I ran my hand down the side of her head and she leaned into my touch.
“What happened to going to practice?”
“Oh, you’ll be way more fun than that,” she easily brushed it off, making me chuckle.
A knock at the door grabbed our attention and she groaned in frustration, hopping off my desk. I didn’t miss the slight uneasiness in her step but she rounded my desk regardless.
I gave her one last kiss on her forehead but when I turned she grabbed my face, smashing her lips to mine. Her tongue teased my lips before she pulled away. Fuck, my cock was hard again.
I headed for the door and as soon as my eyes landed on Madeline, I inaudibly groaned. And… my cock is soft again.
“Chase, hi,” she perked up. “Do you have a minute?” She asked, peeking into the classroom. “Do you mind, sweetheart? Professor Madden and I have work to discuss.” No, we don’t.
“Of course,” Dakota smiled then approach us. “Thanks for the help, Professor,” she smiled up at me then at Madeline. Dakota slipped out, casting me one last glance and I refrained from smiling back at her.
“What is it?” I turned, rolling my eyes and Madeline closed the classroom door behind herself.
“I simply wanted to ask if you’re busy Saturday night?”
“Yes,” I murmured, finding my place behind my desk and she nodded.
“How about Friday?” She tried again.
“Yes, Madeline, I have a busy schedule this weekend,” I opened my laptop and now she was standing across from me.
“Tonight after—”
“For the last time, I’m not interested,” I cut her off. “I’m already seeing someone else.”
Her face went pale. “Oh,” she whispered. “Is it serious?” She rounded my desk. “Chase please,” she stopped at my side and I ran a frustrated hand down my mouth. “Just give me a chance. Give us a chance.”
Her incessant plea to go out with me was starting to give me a headache.
“I’ll be good to you, I swear. I’ll be whatever you need me to be, just…” She reached for my hand but when I pulled away, you’d swear I slapped her.
“I’m not interested. So please, leave.”
Frantically, she shook her head. “No, no,” she scoffed in denial. “You don’t get to do this to me. Why don’t you like me?” her voice trembled. “What is it? I’ll change—”
“You shouldn’t have to,” I got to my feet, and her watery eyes met mine. “I’m sorry, Madeline, but I’m not interested.”
With one last pissed off glance she hurried for the door and I didn’t miss the sniffle she let out before opening and slamming my door shut.
I exhaled.
I tried with her.
After our previous submissive, Josie, the guys and I decided to take a break from having and finding a submissive. We each tried to move on with someone else, and so when Madeline invited me for dinner, I said yes.
We had good conversations but it wasn’t enough.
After the first dinner I ended things with her, but she was in denial. She has been ever since. When I left her office that morning it was the first time I saw Dakota. And in that moment, time stopped.
She had been laughing with Solace as they approached my classroom. Dakota was a clear ray of sunshine and something inside of me was reignited that day. But with her being a student I stayed away.
Until I couldn’t.
Until I was memorizing her schedule, using my free hours to find her so that I pass her in the hallway and steal a glimpse of her. It’s how I one day saw her imbecile of an ex boyfriend get rough with her.
I didn’t think and before I knew it I ripped him from her, tossing him across the hall. Fear fell across his face and he scurried up, apologizing. I told him to apologize to her and after he did, he ran like the coward he was.
I didn’t stay long enough for Dakota to thank me because God only knows what I would’ve done after seeing those big eyes staring up at me with gratitude.
I knew the minute Logan started working here he’d notice her too. You’d be an idiot not to.
My vibrating cellphone on my desk caught my attention and Kaden’s name popped up on my screen. I answered his FaceTime call, propping up my phone as I turned my laptop back on.
“What did you do this time, Kaden?” Amusement lingered in my tone and he scoffed.
“Stop answering the goddamn phone like that,” he snapped, and I couldn’t help the smirk curling on my lips.
A beat passed, and I waited for the pin to drop.
“Dakota and I had sex,” he broke the silence, and keeping my eyes on my laptop, I nodded. “The night I picked her up from the party.”
My eyes darted to him. He wasn’t telling me because we had to report to one another after having sex with her. He was telling me because she had been drinking that night.
“I fucked up, I know,” he said before I could speak.
“Have you talked to her about it yet?”
“Yeah… she remembers and doesn’t regret it,” he looked away, clearly seeming torn up about it. “She climbed on top of me and I just…” He shook his head, trying to rationalize what happened. “We’d just gotten home, she fell asleep for six hours and when she woke up she was getting on top of me.”
“Did you try and stop her?”
He looked offended by my question. “Of course I tried to fucking stop her,” he glanced away then back at me.
“She was tipsy when we left the party, and after she woke up she had sobered up. She remembered how we got home, knew her safe word, she knew what we were doing…” he ran a frustrated hand down his face.
I understand completely why this bothers him, and he’s right, he fucked up. Kaden gets rough during sex, and not only that, when a woman is intoxicated she’s not able to consent. To anything, at that. And right now, he didn’t know if she was completely sober or not.
“She’s not as fragile as you think,” I reminded him. Dakota was delicate, but she could handle more than he gave her credit for. “If she remembers what happened and said she was sober enough to consent then you can stop beating yourself up over it.”
His chest rose and fell, and I leaned back in my chair, crossing my hands on my lap.
“Have you told Logan?” I grinned.
“Fuck no. That mother fucker’s gonna give me an earful about how he was right about her and I’m not in the fucking mood.”
I chuckled, shaking my head him. Logan was most definitely right about her being perfect for us.
I hesitated. “You and I both know it must have taken a lot for her to trust you that night…” I trailed off.
Kaden being 6’4 with muscles, tattoos, and a brooding personality didn’t make it easy. She was terrified of him, and worst of all, she’d been convinced he hated her.
“So don’t ruin your first time together for her by getting in your own head,” I concluded.
He sighed, then nodded. “At this rate we’ll be trading careers.”
I grinned, leaning back in my chair with a slight shrug. “I’m a man of many talents.”
He sucked his teeth in annoyance. “Get fucked.”