Page 18 of Devoted

I hadn’t felt that. Even being in the same city as Sam, there was nothing tugging me to his location.

My eyes flicked back to the screen to see he’d responded.

Sam

okay, I kind of wish you hadn’t told me that

I frowned. There was nothing offensive or wrong with being a professor…right?

Naturally, I couldn’t let the comment go.

Zeke

why?

Sam

I can’t say. It’s too embarrassing.

A slow smirk worked its way over my face.

Zeke

oh now you have to tell me

Sam

promise you won’t laugh?

I swear on my life

Considering one of the Seraphim killed me on a weekly basis, that wasn’t actually worth a lot. My immortality, that I’d swear on, but again, that would have required more of an explanation than I could give.

Sam

I kind of have a teacher/student fantasy.

Fuuuuck.I had to pull on my jeans to alleviate some of the pressure on my rapidly stiffening cock. I didn’t even know what Sam looked like, but suddenly I was full of all sorts of ideas.

Ideas such as bending a faceless man over my desk, him wearing only thigh-high socks. Spanking his pretty rear until it was red and warm to touch. Forcing him to his knees and telling him to suck my cock if he wanted a better grade.

Sam

forget I said that

My grin turned wolfish. Like fuck was that happening.

Zeke

well, I’m certainly not laughing

…because it’s so ridiculous?

no. because it’s hot as fuck.

I chewed on my lip. An actual professor probably wouldn’t have these sorts of fantasies, and if they did, they certainly wouldn’t share them.

Zeke

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