Page 18 of Professor Obsessed

Just who was Dr. Lowe? God I had been sleeping with this man. I was horrified as he slammed me against the wall. His hands shook gripping me, his intense glare froze me in place. My chest heaved, my nipples puckered, my body betraying me under the force of his grip, sending wetness dripping down my thighs.

“You will not fucking leave me Emma,” he growled, “you’re mine.”

My body trembled and convulsed. Chase’s cock hardened against my belly. His bare chest rose and fell in wheezing breaths. His lips collided with mine, our breathing mangled together while he ravaged me. His hands tore at my skin and my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. He plunged his cock into me, the wet sucking sound making me sick with the realization that I had no self control when it came to this man.

He fucked me ferociously against the wall. His dick rubbing along my swollen clit as my pussy quivered with the oncoming orgasm, “Fuck, Chase, fuck,” I chanted as my pussy gripped him tightly.

He bit my lower lip until it bled, his teeth coated in the thick red fluid. He trailed that blood down my chest as he bit into my nipples. I clenched and screamed when his hands went between our bodies to pinch my clit. I came in a mess of shakes and sweat as he spilled into me again. Our come coated his cock, slowly trickling out of my pussy while his cock soaked in me.

What had I done?

His heart hammered in his chest against me as he softened, sliding out of me. Come trickled down my thighs, the same way the tears rolled down my cheeks. He licked my tears and chuckled darkly against my neck, nuzzling me as if I hadn’t just walked in on the most horrific thing I'd ever witnessed.

“Chase,” I said, pushing at his body that still pinned me to the wall. My bare legs were wrapped around him, my sensitive cunt swollen and sticky against his pelvis, “Let me go.”

His body went frigid, “You’re not fucking leaving me Emma.”

His voice was a snarl from somewhere deep in his chest.

“You’re mine,” he rumbled.

I shook with trepidation. A multitude of emotions were ricocheting in my mind, for fucks sake I had this mans come running down my leg. I felt sick. Sick because I saw this and my pussy still got soaked for him. Sick because of what I was seeing in those headlines.

Sick because I still wanted him.

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CHASE

I’d never been stupid like that until her. Even when I was alone, the door to my study always stayed fucking locked. She was clouding my judgment, my love for her making me lack what’s kept me clean this entire time. I dropped Emma off earlier that evening.

She disassociated the days following Friday night, refusing to even look at me. Responding to me in one worded sentences unless she was pleading with me to take her home. I knew I had to let her go eventually, but even as the time crept closer, I knew I’d never be ready. I couldn’t hold her hostage.

But if it came to that, I wouldn’t hesitate.

The weeks passed with the speed of a snail. Emma was putting more and more distance between us which only fueled the desire to take her and run. It was too early though. I watched her in her house, I monitored her phone, and it didn’t appear that she had shared my little secret with anyone.

Like a good fucking girl.

So then I wondered as I followed the bus she was on home, why is she giving me the cold shoulder? Refusing rides, and getting close with Anna again. I didn't like the feeling I was getting.

I killed for Emma. And I’d do it again thoughtlessly.

I hoped she’d come to her senses soon.

I would hate to have to hurt my sweet little kitten.

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EMMA

Anna and I sat in the library on campus together after I finally told her what I'd seen in Chase’s apartment. Anna let me cry on her shoulder as I broke down. The only thing I kept to myself was all of the sex I continued to have with Chase over the days following. I was ashamed and embarrassed and couldn't tell anyone that. Not even Anna.

“You should block him and report what you saw,” Anna said as she googled his name on the computer beside me, “Only serial killers keep the newspaper clippings of their own cases. Like demented trophies.” She scrolled through hundreds of articles about Chase.

There was basically nothing on him, not even social media. We managed to dig up some things though, he worked at the biggest university in Seattle for over five years. During that five years, several students came forward claiming he was stalking them, following them home, and threatening their grades if they denied him.

Each claim from the girls stated that they had near death accidents, as well as their loved ones, like almost getting hit by a car, a dead animal on their porch, all the stuff we see on true crime shows. People in their lives had mysterious disappearances and deaths that were too coincidental, but couldn’t be pinned on Chase. The picture of the girls showed them all with linked arms standing in front of the media as if taking a stand against Chase together.

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