Page 2 of Tutor Daddy
Claim. Conquer. Devour. She is mine.
"Hey, I'm Addison Shaw. My faculty advisor and one of my professors told me I should speak to you," she says with a slight rasp. My cock twitches the moment I imagine her whispering my name in the same seductive tone.
Stop it.
"I'm going to need a little bit more information, Addison," I tell her, shifting in my seat to give the tightness of my crotch time to dissipate. I'm actually happy she's never taken any of my classes, or else I'd be distracted every moment her beautiful face stares at me.
There's the faintest shade of blush blooming across her face that only highlights the deep umber tones of her mahogany-hued eyes. This can't be the student Brian is demanding I tutor, but the name is the same.
She shakes her head before pushing her fingers into her curls to move them away from her face. My mind instantly drifts to my own fingers driving through those tight ringlets before pulling them tight as I drive every hard inch down her throat.
Fuck, I need to stop this right now.
Her supple lips are moving, but it takes me a second to tune in as she says, "I'm sorry. Professor Tamson told me I'm in jeopardyof failing her course. I heard you're the best tutor when it comes to forensic auditing, and I'm here begging for your help."
I know what begging looks like, and this is not it.
"No." My answer is as short as she is. If I'm going to put my job at risk, I'd rather not let this go beyond these discussions.
Addison is barely five feet tall. I'm sure that pushing my 6'2 frame out of this chair will be too intimidating. Perhaps she needs some intimidation to push her into requesting another tutor.
The abruptness of my response affects her immediately. A shallow exhale pushes through her cute little button nose. Flustered and taken aback, her eyes desperately search my face for confirmation that I actually have the audacity to refuse her.
It's amusing to see her working through her frustrations in real time. She gently moves her head up and down and wags a lazy finger at me. "I remember you from my undergrad. You're one of the most celebrated professors of accounting and finance at this university, are you not?"
I raise an eyebrow, wondering where this conversation is going because I've already told her my answer. I'll have to appease Brian some other way. He has to get me someone else.
"I am." My reputation extends beyond academia, but I'll agree to being one of the most celebrated professionals on this campus.
"Okay, so I'm in the right office. I was told that you would help me." Worry lines ripple across her forehead. She wrings one hand in the other while I fight the urge to soothe her burgeoning anxiety. She can use those fingers to wrap around my cock, twist, pull, and slide up and down slowly.
"I can help you," I admit to her while trying to keep my fantasies from manifesting right in front of me. I'd spread those svelte legs wide, slide her panties to the side (if she's even wearing any), and dine on her until she makes a mess all over my desk.
"But you're not going to?"
"Correct."
"Why not?" she asks, panic and anger surfacing as her eyebrows knit together.
"Because you haven't asked me to do anything, Miss Shaw. If this is how you ask for help, I can understand why you're flunking Professor Tamson's course."
My words hide the true reason. As soon as we're alone, I'll lose control. I'm barely holding it together right now. So there's no way I can do what she wants. Helping her is like pulling up a chair to the buffet line. I'd eat her out until she kicked me off her pussy. Then I'd fuck her until she can't remember her name.
Shades of crimson bloom across her cheeks as she nods, takes a deep breath, and starts over. The redness is only a small indication of how deep a shade her skin turns. I'd love to swat her ass until she's begging me to fuck her senseless.
"I apologize, Professor Sheridan. Are you available to tutor me? I need help to catch up and pass my forensic auditing course. If I don't pass, my entire graduate program will be for nothing. I don't even want to think about the money and the time that would be wasted. Please, I'm begging you."
A slight chuckle slips out of me as I shake my head and rise out of my seat. It's time to use my height against her because my self-control is waning by the second. Her eyes follow me, lipsslightly parting to speak, but she stays quiet. Intimidation may be necessary to stop myself from caving to her request. The way she bites her bottom pouty lip and sheepishly glances up at me has me ready to fold like a lawn chair.
In the most sincere and stern voice I can muster, I say, "It's obvious that we have a lot of work to do since this is not what begging looks like … to anyone. The foundations of auditing at the forensic level are in the details."
I walk around the desk, thinking my abruptness will encourage her to leave. It's for the best that I don't let those beautiful brown eyes lure me any closer. Her soft floral scent causes me to inhale deeply. There are hints of jasmine and something else. I have to get her out of this office before I find myself exploring every part of her body to discover what that hint of something else is.
I need to convince her to request a different professor. This isn't going to work.
At a moment's notice, there's a spark of deviousness in Addison's eyes as she puts herself between me and the office door. This is practically torture. My devilish desires are pushing me to be lenient. Once she presses her back to ensure the door is shut, she drops to her knees.
"Please, I am begging you, Professor. Help me." Her raspy voice with her large brown eyes staring up at me reignites my erection.
