Chapter 31 Thou Shalt Not Attempt Sexy Without Supervision
Thou Shalt Not Attempt Sexy Without Supervision
Arwen
Iknock on the professor's door and walk right in. Holly has been monitoring his classroom, and he should be alone.
He's standing up, facing away from me, staring at the window and finishing a phone call. "... I've gotta go, someone just walked in."
Clicking his phone off, he turns around and freezes. There’s no mistaking it; his eyes heat as they sweep down my body, but he quickly masks them.
"What in the universe are you doing here?!" He rushes to the door and locks it.
Surely that's a good sign. Locks mean privacy.
"What the fuck are you wearing?” He whispers. “Are you insane?!"
“Uh… Professor?” I clear my throat, fidgeting with the hem of my uniform.
“This is… just my uniform.” My voice comes out a little too bright, a little too teasing, and I immediately regret it.
“I, uh… needed some help. There’s this homework problem that’s…
well, let’s say it’s being stubborn. And I figured…
maybe your big, scary brain could, you know… help little me figure it out.”
I bite my lip, cringing at the words and trying to remember the script. Tabby thought this was smooth, but it feels like I’ve tripped over every syllable.
I head toward the desk, one pigtail spinning around my finger like we practiced in the bathroom, and almost manage to look graceful… until my heel catches on the edge of the rug. My ankle twists, and I wobble, arms flailing like I’m auditioning for a circus act.
"Shit!" I catch myself on the desk just in time before I faceplant. Not sexy. I need to sit down before I ruin this. Time for phase two of the plan.
I clamber onto the desk, sitting so I’m facing him, and lean back on my hands. My legs spread the “right” way, the way Tabby swore would seal the deal. Supposed to be my winning move, my guarantee.
Except I feel every inch of my embarrassment. My cheeks are burning, my stomach’s doing somersaults, and I’m pretty sure I look like a complete fool. And somehow, he’s not even looking at my face.
“Miss Davies…” his words and his face are thunderous, but his eyes are fixed solely between my legs. “Why are you not wearing panties?”
I stay silent as he walks slowly towards me. Eyes fixed between my legs.
My chest tightens, and my breath catches. Holy universe, he’s gorgeous.
Even if my bond weren’t dragging me toward him, I’d still think so.
I don’t know if it’s the potion, the bond, or the nerves, but I can’t stop imagining brushing my fingers over the planes of his body, sliding under that crisp vest and shirt, tracing the line of his jaw… even tasting the rough stubble there.
He stops walking forward once he’s between my legs, against the desk, and looks up into my eyes. Hungry, beautiful chocolate brown eyes.
“You think you can walk around this academy without panties?” he rumbles lowly.
“That is very, very naughty, Arwen. Do you know what happens to naughty girls?”
He grabs both of my pigtails in his enormous hands and pulls them back and down, until my face looks at the ceiling, neck exposed.
He leans in, his lips brushing against my ear. “They get punished.”
“Oh,” I breathe out.
“Do you like being punished, Ms. Davies?”
“I... I don’t know.” I reply nervously. If this is punishment, sign me up.
“I know what you’re doing, Arwen.” He growls next to my ear.
“Is it working?” I say, panting. My chest is rising and falling, straining against the push-up bra and the knot tied in my shirt. I know it’s working. I can feel his bulge against my core. He wants this. He wants me, his bond.
My senses overload with his scent this close. The books have only been giving me microdose.
“This is a terrible idea, Arwen.” He says, and I worry he is going to pull away.
“Just kiss me.” I whisper, and I can’t help it; it comes out a little whiney, but I need this man. Not just for the bond, or to manifest my sin power, my body wants this man. Wants him to own me, claim me, with his own body.
He’s breathing hard too, but I can tell he is holding back, so I turn my head to the side just a little so my lips brush against his… and he kisses me.
He kisses me hard and hungrily. His lush lips press into mine, hard enough to bruise.
Hands grasp both sides of my waist and pull me close, pushing my bare exposed pussy up against the hard, warm bulge in his pants.
His tongue slips into my mouth. It licks against mine, urgent and strong.
He tastes like green tea and mint, such a contrast to his tough demeanor.
Grasping at each other, I tug at his hair as he kisses sloppily down my throat. His hands find my breasts and squeeze hard. I moan out loud, and it whips him into even more a frenzy.
“Arwen.” He groans, ripping my shirt open, buttons flying off.
I gasp out, grinding my core against him as he sucks my nipple into his mouth and nibbles at it between his teeth.
His talented fingers are stroking and massaging the other one. Warmth is pooling deep in my belly, and my body is tingling. This is like nothing I’ve experienced before. Even with Ryker. My body feels like it’s glowing.
A knock sounds at the door, interrupting my moment.
… “Excuse me, Professor Gabriel? Are you in there?” A woman’s voice comes from the door, followed by a knock. All the glorious sensations rush out of me and fill me with panic.
He immediately jerks up to attention. “Shit, she’s early.” He whispers, running his fingers through his hair trying to tame it and shakes his head like he’s waking up from a trance.
He looks at my shirt and tries frantically to get it to cover me, but the buttons are all over the floor.
“Fuck! She can’t see you like this. One moment, Vanessa,” he yells out.
“Wait—who’s Vanessa?” I blurt, hopping off the desk before I can talk myself down, heat prickling my cheeks.
“Vanessa Kingly, a senior student, and she’s here for an appointment relating to her studies like a normal person,” he says through his teeth, stressed and annoyed by the situation.
“Well, can’t you just reschedule?”
“No, I can’t just reschedule. I’m supposed to proof her thesis paper, and senior thesis papers are due tomorrow. If I don’t proofread it, she’ll have to note that when she hands it into the Dean.”
“Fuck,” I hiss, throat tight, as hot tears sting the back of my eyes. The drinks, the lust, everything twisting my nerves into a frayed knot. I was so close… and now it’s all fucked. He’ll have to turn me in. Or lose his job.
Either way, I’m toast. I can already hear them—whispers slicing through the halls: the sinless slut who tried to fuck the teacher.
“Get under my desk,” he blurts.
“What?!”
“Shhhhh... be quiet,” he growls in a hushed tone.
“Hide under my desk. I’m just proofing her thesis. It will be quick. We can get her out of here, and then you can sneak out before anyone sees you.”
“…but—”
“Get under there!” He directs me down, and his tone leaves no room for argument. Our plans are falling apart.
I drop to my knees under the desk, pressing my hand over my mouth to stifle the nervous rasp of my breathing. I hate feeling this small. Wicked universe.
“Vanessa, come in,” he says in a friendly way, as I hear the door open.
“Thanks, Professor. Sorry for being a little early. I guess I was just eager to see you again, you know... to see what you think of my thesis?” She gives a flirty giggle.
I momentarily want to vomit, then question if that’s how pathetic I sounded walking in.
“Oh, it’s no problem. I was just on the phone with my mother. It’s hard to get her to stop talking sometimes.”
He’s being so friendly and nice to her. Why doesn’t he talk to me like that? I thought his voice only came in growly and grouchy.
He pulls back his chair and doesn’t even look down at me. Then he sits and….
Yep - I’m up close and personal with his crotch, in a very nonsexual manner. Nope, this is not going according to plan at all.
I hear papers shuffling above my head as they drone on about Vanessa’s thesis.
“Wow, I never realized how big your hands are, Professor. We sit so far from you in class, but seeing them on my paper... is that normal for a Sloth, or are you just well-endowed?” Vanessa asks.
I roll my eyes. Big hands? That’s what she’s going with? Pathetic.
Wait... didn’t I say something about his big brain when I walked in here?
I cringe. I am going to kill Tabby.
“It’s unrelated; appearance isn’t solely based on sin faction; you should know that from my class.” He sounds suspicious and slightly annoyed.
It makes me feel much better knowing he doesn't reserve all his grumpiness for me.
“Are you missing a page? It looks like page 7 jumps straight to page 9?” he asks.
“Does it? Oh, silly me. Thank goodness I have you proofreading this, Professor. It’s in my bag—let me grab it.”
I hear her moving. Even with my limited view, I can tell she’s leaning over, ass exposed, rifling through her backpack.
Did Tabby train her too?
“Fucking uniforms...” I hear him murmur under his breath and cough.
He glances down at me, scowling. I hear her sit back down, and he continues reading, making notes every now and again.
“Your thesis is very interesting, Vanessa. It’s clear you put a lot of time into it. I’m not seeing any grammatical errors so far.”
“Thanks, Professor.” She stresses. “It’s really important to me that you like it. I’m hoping I can come back next semester to work on research. Maybe you need a TA?” She gives a flirty little giggle again.
Oh, hell no.
I pull out my phone and text Holly:
Me: SOS. Flirty student in here. Where r u? Need backup NOW.
Holly: Shit!
Holly: Mrs. Jansen roped me into her classroom to help move tables for her lab. I think she was suspicious of me in the hallway for so long.
Holly: Texting Tabby.
Me: She better be close. Tell her to HURRY! I’m stuck under his desk.
Holly: Kinky.
Holly: I’ll let her know. She’ll be thrilled.. ;)