Page 5 of Teach Me Daddy

Fuck, she’s gorgeous.

It’s driving me crazy that I can’t place her in my mind, but I need to focus on the lesson. I’m about halfway through when my attention is drawn to her again. It’s warm in this classroom, and from the corner of my eye, I watch as she removes her sweater.

I almost look away, continuing my talk about differential equations, but the words die in my throat as I catch sight of the dark-brown birthmark on her right shoulder. It’s shaped like a flower, and I recognize it immediately. It’s the same mark on the girl from the club. The girl I took to a private room just a few days ago.

My little one.

I’d recognize that birthmark anywhere and, suddenly, it all makes sense. Of course, she seems familiar. Her body has been seared into my brain, even if I never got to see her face. But I see it now, and I’m stunned. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

And fuck me, because now she’s my student.

I clear my throat and force myself to resume teaching. I’m reciting information without even thinking because my mind is a million miles away.

I think about the way she looked as I flogged her luscious body in that secluded room. Her tempting brown skin slightly blooming red as I teased her with pleasure and pain. I can’t remember ever being so turned on in my life, and I rarely end flogging sessions with sex, although many have asked. But I couldn’t resist her, and I didn’t want to either. She intrigued me. I had to have more of her. And I know without a doubt that she enjoyed it too. Her tight little pussy told me so.

Now, here she is, sitting inmyclass, of all the classes she could be enrolled in.

It takes everything inside me to hold myself back and not fuck her on my desk like my dick demands me to do. I’m dying to be inside her, to dominate her and relish her precious submission. To hear her call meDaddyand let me spoil her like she deserves.

I don’t know a thing about this woman, but her body calls to mine in a way that could never be explained. I’ve never felt like this before and certainly haven’t experienced an instant connection after just one night. But that doesn’t change the fact it’s the truth, and I want to do something about it, even though it’s wrong and I know I shouldn’t.

I put a few math problems on the screen and go to my desk. While the students work, I pull up the class roster on my computer, and it only takes a moment to find her picture next to the nameMadison Cavanaugh.She’s a senior.

The in-class work I’ve assigned will buy me a few minutes at most; then I’ll have to get back to teaching. So I rise to my feet and casually approach Madison, tamping down my eagerness to be near her. There are still some students with their heads bentover desks as they try to work out the problems, meaning I have to be quick.

I stop in front of her and Madison looks up at me, the light freckles on her cheeks and nose making her look sweet and innocent.

“Professor?” she questions in a soft voice, and I want to kiss the hell out of her. Instead, I squat down and lean in so that I’m not calling her out in front of the whole class.

“I have to ask. Why is there a senior in a sophomore class?”

Her cheeks darken with embarrassment, but she holds my gaze. “Oh. Well… I’ve been putting it off. Because I…” Her nose scrunches as she debates her next words. “I hate math.” She wrings her hands like she wants to hide her face but refrains. “I had a terrible time with the first part of calculus, but I need this course to graduate. So I put it off for as long as I could.”

I can see a flash of something in her eyes, almost as if she might recognize me too. And as much as I want that, I can’t have it right now, not in the middle of class with fifty other students around. So I give her a curt nod but say nothing else before I move away and force myself to continue with the lesson.

Still, I feel her eyes on me just like they always are when she watches my demonstrations at Club Sin. The weight of her intense stare stirring a deep need inside me to claim her and make her mine.

Who cares that we’re in a classroom full of people?

I want everyone to know she belongs to me now, even if she hasn’t agreed to that yet. My cock grows long and hard, and I can only hope that my dress slacks are loose enough to hide it. But the way the teeth of my zipper dig into my skin tells me they’re not, and I better wrap this up fast.

Fuck, I need everyone out of here. I can’t control myself when she’s around and this cannot happen. She’s a student and I’mher professor. She hasn’t recognized me, at least she hasn’t said as much, and I need to keep it that way. For both our sakes.

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MADISON

Have we met?

I’ve never taken any of Professor Alexander’s classes before, and I don’t remember seeing him around campus. But I can’t help thinking that I know him from somewhere.

When he asked about why I’m in a sophomore-level class, I looked into his mesmerizing blue eyes and the familiarity only got stronger. And his voice… I know that voice, but I can’t quite place where I’ve heard it before.

Now, as he walks back and forth in front of the class, something pings in the depths of my mind. The way he’s walking, that deep timbre when he speaks, the way he commands the room… Put a leather flogger in his hand and I’d swear he’s…

No, it can’t be. Can it?

Please tell me my new professor isnotMaster Blake. The beautiful Adonis from Club Sin? The club I have no business being at. A sex club, no less. The man who made me come harder and longer than I ever have before. The man I’d sell my soul for,just to have his hands on me again. Surely, Professor Alexander is notthatMaster Blake.

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