Page 16 of Pleasuring Professor Pisces
“What about it, Mr. Gates?” I asked after I slowly exhaled and pressed my lips together.
My stomach churned, and I regretted opening up to him. I thought that I could trust him, but clearly, I couldn’t. He was just one more person who had taken advantage of my trusting nature. My brother, Mason, always told me that I was too gullible and trusted everyone too easily. My sister, Primrose, called it naïveté.
“I was thinking about some of the points that you made in the paper, and it gave me a different perspective. You were right about gender in the workplace and how it plays a role based on the position you hold. I was looking at it from an entirely different angle, thinking about how you need to speak up when you face discrimination, but I didn’t consider the retaliatory aspect. That’s not something men usually have to endure, so we take it for granted.
“I know that you have your lessons planned out, but I thought it might be beneficial for the rest of your male students to be exposed to some of those points. What do you think about letting us take over one class period and having a debate session? Take the best students from each of your classes, the best female and male representatives, and let us debate the questions you posed in my paper.”
My arms loosened, and I chewed on my bottom lip as I thought about that. He hadn’t come to say what I feared at all. Relief flooded through me.
“I think it’s an excellent idea, Salem, but I will challenge you with coming up with the debate questions. It cannot be all the points that I highlighted in your paper. Rather, focus on the one you believe is most important and create a challenging, thought-provoking topic from that one.”
He beamed at me as he stood. Lowering just enough to place the tips of his fingers on the edge of my desk, he leaned in. “May I ask you for help if I need it?”
I smirked and pushed my chair back so that I could gain some space between us.
“No. You’ll do just fine on your own. I trust you. On another note, I won’t be attending the classes anymore. I thought that you should know. I didn’t want you to pop up and notice my absence.”
“Why not?”
“I just honestly think it’s for the best. When I met with you at the coffee shop, I was toeing the ethical boundary lines. I could have gotten in trouble for that.”
“It was just a cup of coffee, Professor. I didn’t make you cum.”
My fingers jumped to my cross, and I tugged at it. I cleared my throat and replied. “I don’t want it to be uncomfortable for either of us.”
Salem’s tongue made a slow appearance as he licked his lips, his eyelids grew heavy, and his voice low, dripping with sex. “I told you that I’m not, and I don’t want you to be either. You shouldn’t ever let anyone run you away from whatever you’re passionate about.”
“I agree, but what if someone had walked into that coffee shop and seen us together?”
“You could have told them you were having the pleasure of having coffee with a student. But genuinely, what happens in your private life away from the college is your business, and no one else’s.”
“It actually is. I have a commitment to this college and my students. Sometimes, I feel like after all that’s happened, I’m walking on eggshells all the time.”
I hated that my eyes watered so easily, but they did. I huffed out a breath and grabbed a tissue from the box of tissues on my desk. I dabbed at my eyes, but Salem grabbed the tissue and finished the job himself.
“You’re so fucking emotional, baby,” he whispered as he dabbed at my face.
“Thank you, Mr. Gates. But I don’t think that you should be doing that,” I declared and snatched the tissue from his hand and tossed it into the trash.
Salem cupped my face and turned it toward his. “Drop the Mr. Gates shit, Professor P. It’s Salem. Or do I need to find another way to teach you to scream my name?”
I looked away from him, trying to hide the smile that wanted to come on my lips.
“It’s not Professor P. Pisces was for you for that night only.”
“I think I like Professor P.”
“Why?”
“It can mean so much more than Pisces.”
“Like?”
“Professor Pussy. Professor Popping her Pussy. Professor Pleasure. But I like Professor Pussy the best,” he grumbled and kissed the corner of my lips. “I can almost taste it on my tongue. So damn delicious.”
My core throbbed with need, and my nipples hardened as I fought to regain control. My body was betraying me so badly, desperate for another touch from him, a kiss, and his dick inside of me.
“How about we keep this professional?” I whimpered.
