Page 3 of Teacher's Pet
I was determined to stay down here. I was.
But the buzz interrupted me. I already knew who and what was waiting.
Brat
Don’t make me wait.
Get up here.
nathan.
professor thorne?
Fighting back was futile; he made sure of that. He was conniving and had all the resources in the world, courtesy of his Mom and Dad.
I could always kill him.
I chugged the last of my drink and made my way upstairs. Unfortunately, I enjoyed not having blood on my hands, no matter how deranged this individual might be.
As I climbed the stairs, I saw evidence of him:
Shirt. Pants. Socks. Boxer briefs.
The door had a tie hanging on it, so I quickly pried it open.
The room was pitch dark, so I turned on the dimmed lights. He was immediately visible, perched naked on my bed with a grin on his face.
Ryan.
He looked… undeniably attractive. It was hard to deny his good genetics: long lashes, blond hair, pleading green eyes. He tilted his head submissively, as if to demonstrate how he'd beg.
But I knew better.
He was no prey.
“Professor…” he purred, giving me an appreciative once-over. “Mmm, looking good.” He stood up, not very tall, but not short either. He came up to my chin. If he were straight, his girlfriend wouldn’t be allowed to wear heels, but his height was perfect enough that a guy like me could easily throw him down and bend his body to my will.
His very naked body.
“Didn’t I tell you my home was off-limits?” I retorted, but that clearly didn't affect his morale.
He walked closer, gripping the back of my hair firmly.
Here's the thing: he was exactly the type to cry wolf. If I pissed him off and told him to leave, he'd accuse me of assault, even if I hadn't touched him. He'd already proven how unstable he could be. Plus, he was the son of a powerful man. Double fuck.
He toyed with my hair, pulling it as he moved closer. His eyes were beautiful, large, and green, but they always held a darker, shadowy edge that I selfishly enjoyed. He inched closer, grabbing my chin and tilting it upward, then downward, before pressing his lips to my neck and biting down.
A hickey, if you could call those marks a hickey.
He pulled back, and my hands tensed at my sides. Suddenly, one of his hands moved to my zipper.
“That's enough, Ryan.” I grabbed his hand and removed it. I avoided looking down, though his cock was blatantly taunting me.
“That was further than you usually let me go, Professor,” he murmured, fingers now teasing the bottom buttons of my shirt. “I think you're learning.Good boy.”
I sighed, taking him in. Beautiful and aware of it, unfortunately. Pouty pink lips.
I took his hands and placed them at his sides.
