Page 9 of Dad's Best Friend Professor
“Yes, Anna. I’ll be with you,” he says and locks the doors on both sides of the room.
My heart starts to beat frantically. What is he going to do?
When he returns to the podium a moment later, his sleeves are rolled up as if he’s going to get his hands dirty.
I swallow. “I’m sorry, Professor Ryder…Tony…I …”
He puts out a hand to stop me from saying more. “Where the hell did you find this photo?”
He asks while pointing at my cell phone, looking serious.
Shit. He’s definitely seen it. “I… in your house. I was looking at your albums…I’m sorry.”
“Have you shown it to anyone else or shared it on social media?”
I shake my head vehemently, horrified at his question. Gosh. What kind of person does he think I am? “No! I haven’t, and I wouldn’t!”
His face relaxes a bit. “Good. And what did you do when you looked at my picture?”
Oh shit. I can’t say it. I’m not going to tell him. Can’t he guess it?
“N-nothing,” I lie embarrassedly. “I just admire it. It’s beautiful.”
His eyes darken and his voice is low when he speaks again. “Beautiful how?”
“It’s long, sir, and thick,” I croak, just describing it makes my throat dry.
He suddenly comes forward and leans into me, looking as if he’s going to kiss me. His breath tickles my neck, and I shiver. “I noticed your hand was under your jacket earlier. What the hell did you do with it?” he whispers into my ear.
“I…err, N-nothing. I was cold.”
“Cold? Let me see.” He grabs my hand, the hand he alluded to, and brings it to under his nose. He sniffs it deeply. “You little lying vixen. Why does it smell of your pussy?”
Holy shit. My girly bit clenches just because he mentions it. “I… don’t know.”
“Stop lying to me, Anna.”
When I bite my lower lip, he growls and suddenly flips me around and pushes me forward, so my hands are against the back of the seat I sat in earlier.
“I’ll find out myself,” he says and pushes my skirt up to my waist.
I haven’t had the time to gasp when my panties are off to my knees.
“What’re you doing? Tony…Professor? There might be cameras around in the classroom,” I look around me.
He chuckles. “You weren’t worried about cameras when you touched yourself earlier.”
“But I….” I want to say I was discreet, but I stop mid-sentence because his hands are on me, and I forget how to speak.
Chapter 8
Tony
I’ve been keeping my eye on Anna for a whole week, waiting to see when the mischievous little girl would amuse me again. She’s done pretty well until today, after I deliberately stood in front of her, my crotch practically in her face. So, when I saw her draping a jacket over her lap, I knew she was up to something. I pretended to leave her alone while in reality, I was checking on her.
I had no doubt I caught her red-handed when I took her cellphone, but I didn’t expect the porn she looked at was me.
The picture was taken fifteen years ago when I was still a graduate student. My dad was a wealthy landlord, but he hadn’t always been supportive of my academic pursuit. In fact, he was mad that I chose to major in something as impractical as history, and he thought me nuts when I told him I would get a Ph.D. in it. To punish me, he cut off his financial support for me throughout my senior and postgraduate years.
