Page 14 of Professor Obsessed

“The misunderstanding is all mine,” he snarled. He was face to face with me, his disgusting spittle flying as he spoke. His already wrinkled face marred with anger, “I don’t understand how the most prestigious department hired two idiots.”

An audible gasp could be heard from Emma pulling my glance to where she was. The tears freely spilled over her red cheeks. The vein in her forehead protruded as she tried to stifle her emotions.

My sweet kitten.

I leaned in close to Dr. Murdock, my voice for his ears only, “You need to remove yourself from this office and not return until you’ve regained your composure.”

He scoffed at me, “I don’t answer to you, Lowe,” he attempted to shove past me to get to Emma.

Over my fucking dead body. And not even then.

I shoved him back. His weaker body flailed to stay balanced as his back hit the corner of the cubicle. He cursed, rubbing the sore spot on his spine, “When it comes to her,” I growled, “You do.”

Anna’s mouth fell open hearing my hushed words.

Dr. Murdock said nothing as he fumed out of the office. Immediately I went to Emma, she had her own gravitational pull and I was lost in her orbit.

“Kitten,” I murmured leaning down to her, she sat shaking at her desk, “Look at me.” I thumbed a tear that was slowly making its way down her cheek, “I’m here.”

“I just,” Emma sniffed, “I was just looking at what we put in the spreadsheet. We just buy what they tell us to buy. Funds don’t spend themselves.” Anna stepped up beside us, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

I understood Emma’s job. Her and Anna were the middle men, the ones who enforced University compliance. Most of the time these things were out of their control.

“Come with me,” I helped her stand, “I’ll take you home. You need to take the rest of the day off. Anna,” I turned to her, “I trust you’ll let your management team know the situation?”

Her eyes widened in shock, but she nodded at me.

Emma and I made our exit, I took her home locking the apartment door behind us as she made her way to her bed. She had a tough week, that I knew, and this was just the icing on the cake. I turned on her electric tea kettle, the water boiled within minutes. I made her tea with honey, placing the steaming mug on the nightstand next to her. I kissed her forehead.

Her tears continued to fall.

My cock was hardening.

I crawled in next to her cradling her to my chest, “Emma.”

“Thank you for being there,” she cried quietly.

“I’ll always be watching over you, kitten.”

She kissed my lips softly. My dick was equivalent to steel as her lips touched mine, “Let me take away the pain of the day sweet kitten,” I deepened the kiss dipping my tongue in her mouth, “let me make you feel good.”

We quickly stripped off our clothes eager to have one another, I flipped her body under mine rubbing the head of my cock at her wet entrance. Her pussy spread easily for me as I impaled her. Her cries rang out in the silent flat before I slammed my hand over her mouth. She writhed underneath me, her breasts moved in time with my thrusts as her cunt clenched around me.

“Shit babygirl, you feel amazing coming around me,” I ground my pelvis against her swollen clit milking her orgasm out of her.

Her nails scratched down my back no doubt tearing up the flesh. I moved my hand from her mouth to her throat. She screamed my name. I felt the chords of her neck flex under my fingertips as the sound tore out of her.

I loved seeing her face redden as I stole her air. My cock throbbed in her as I spilled my come in her tight little pussy. Languidly, I continued to thrust in her until every last drop was inside her smooth channel.

“God, you make me feel like no one ever has,” Emma snuggled against me. Come leaked from her, her inner thighs slick as she wrapped them around me.

“I’m all yours, forever,” I whispered to her. She nodded sleepily, “Get some rest kitten.”

She dozed off quickly. I stayed with her for a few hours, making sure to order her dinner and running a bath for her when she woke. I had an evening class to teach so I said my goodbyes to her. She looked freshly fucked and satisfied. My hand prints on her throat sent a twinge of arousal to my dick. But I had other things to attend to.

Professor Murdock didn’t know who he was fucking with. No one made my girl cry. Those tears, that fear, was all reserved for me. She was mine to please and to hurt. She didn't know the lengths I would go to for her, but she would find out soon enough.

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