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“Such a good pet.” She leaned into my hand, and I knew then that I couldn’t let her go. I reached over, grabbing the candle off the table and dripped it on her chest. She flinched but didn’t retreat, just placed her hands on her thighs.

She gasped when the wax hit her nipple. I knew it was warm but wouldn’t burn her. It was a candle made just for this. When she squeezed her thighs together, my cock twitched. Never in my life had I recovered so quickly as I did with her.

“Looks like someone wants something.” I took her hand and lifted her to her feet before I laid her down on the couch and drizzled more wax down her stomach as she shook and dug her fingers into the couch.

I thought it would be different when Natalie found out who I was. Years of indulging here and there with the Lyndhurst girls, but not once showing my identity. Even my assistant didn't know for sure, even with all her advances I denied.

Stupid was one thing I wasn't. I knew women found me attractive. Hell, I hadn't gone a term without being propositioned, but Natalie didn't have that fan girl look in her eyes. It was something else.

I dripped wax down her stomach as she watched me with curiosity. “Tell me what you want, pet. I want to reward you.”

Damn, if she didn't spread her legs and allow me to see how turned on this whole ordeal made her. When she ran her hands across her breasts, down her stomach to her core. “Make me come, sir.”

Her fingers brushed her swollen clit, and she gasped. I took the condom out of my pocket and undid my pants, kicking them and my boxer briefs off. I held out my hand, and she slipped hers into it. Pulling her up, I handed her the condom.

Her hands trembled as she carefully rolled it on to my painfully hard cock. If I didn't bury myself in her soon, I'd explode.

“Just remember to be careful what you wish for, my pet.” My hand wrapped around her throat as I pushed her across the room, against the wall.

She didn't flinch, didn't cower, just kept her eyes on mine.

“You sure you still want to play my games?” I asked, tightening my grip.

She gulped and reached between us to grab my cock, pumping it in her fist.

“Daring little kitten, aren't we?” I dug my fingers into her thighs as I lifted her up and positioned myself. There was no playing, just her cries as I thrust into her. If I hadn't figured this out before as I watched her with each brutal thrust, I knew she was made for me.

With each plunge, I rotated my hips, making sure to hit her clit with my pelvic bone. As we climbed higher and higher, she bit her lip, trying to hold back her orgasm. She really was perfect for me.

I cupped her cheek, our eyes meeting before I took my tongue and traced her shoulder, reaching up with my other hand and pinching her hardened peak.

“Come for me, Nat.” I whispered. Her eyes rolled back and her whole body spasmed as she fell off the cliff we were on, and I was seconds behind her.

I'd never be able to look at my study the same way again. As promised, by the time I took her to shower, I'd given her half a dozen orgasms, and she was blissfully in subspace. Never in my life had I wanted to take care of someone like I wanted to with her, and it confused the hell out of me.

16

NATALIE

My eyelids were heavy,and it took effort to open them. My dreams last night had been so vivid. All with Professor Murphy at the center. I rolled over and finally opened my eyes. Dark mahogany was everywhere, along with a deep burgundy in the room. The crackle from the fireplace caught my attention as I lay on the floor on a bearskin rug. When I looked at the naked body of the professor next to me, I sighed. It hadn't been a dream.

I’d given myself completely over to the lust and oh my lord, it didn't disappoint. I cried, I begged, I screamed, and he showed me pleasure I'd never know. At one point I blacked out and came to in the shower with him, washing everything away. When he was done, he brought me back here, laid me down in front of the fireplace and worshiped my body again and again.

Emotions flooded through me as I gazed down at him. He softly snored, his face more relaxed than I'd ever seen it. I started to reach for him, but stopped myself. We weren't a happy couple. I didn't know what I was to him.

I carefully slid his hand off my hip and held my breath, afraid I'd wake him. The room was a mess. I wasn't sure there was a surface here he hadn't bent me over or fucked me on. My clothes lay near the door where I'd taken them off. I quietly slipped them on. Taking another glance around the room, I couldn't help but smile at the mess around his desk. He had swiped everything off the top of it before tying me to it and forcing three orgasms on me. He'd been right about me being careful what I wished for. I lost count at the number, but at one point the pleasure turned into pain and just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, he made me.

Something near the desk caught my eye. On the floor was a file folder that had gotten swept off in his frenzy. What was he doing with a picture of me? Glancing over at him, he was still sleeping, so I went over and opened the folder, gasping when I did so. Tears burned the back of my eyes as I flipped through pages of personal information on me. My schedule, my home address, all the clubs and stuff I’d been involved in. Some of the information was date stamped before I’d hacked into the university’s system. He’d been stalking me? I glanced back over at him as he twitched and reached out next to him.

I quietly set the folder on his desk and hurried out through the hall, into the kitchen, and grabbed my shoes. After I left the house, I was relieved to find his car unlocked. I grabbed my books and bag, fumbling for my phone. While I brought up the app, I headed away from the house as tears fell down my cheeks. This had all been a setup.He didn’t make you hack into the system.I couldn’t figure that part out, though, and while I felt I was falling for him, I knew men like him didn’t end up with girls like me.

It was five thirty when the car dropped me off in front of my dorm room, and it would be at least an hour before the college started waking up, so I still had time to take a shower and then hide in my room for the rest of eternity. Maybe I could just walk away. The professor had paid all my outstanding bills to the college that my scholarship didn’t cover. There’d been a receipt in the folder I came across. I’d make a point to pay him back. I needed to look at my syllabus and decide if I had enough to pass my classes. If I didn’t get straight A’s, it would be okay. My GPA was high enough and if I didn’t get honors, it would be fine. Professor’s Murphy’s class was an elective, so I was good there even if I failed it.

The doors on the elevator were almost closed when someone waved a hand through the closing doors, and it opened. I sighed. The only thing I wanted to do was get to my room. The man smiled as he stepped into the elevator. A chill went down my spine.

“What floor?” I asked, trying to hide the fact that I was a total and complete mess.

“Four.”

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