Page 13 of Unbreakable

Draco

Ihaven’tbeenable to stop thinking about her since last night. If I’m being honest, since that first night I saw her a week ago. I’ve never felt this way before about a woman, a sub. Why is she under my skin like this? Watching her move on stage the way she did was absolutely intoxicating. After leaving the club last night, Bart tried to convince me to let him have her. Guess she is more of a siren than I thought. Instead of luring men in with her voice she uses seductive dance moves, placing all men in a trance and under her spell. But what she needs to learn is that I’m the one in control, I crave it.

Three fucking days. That’s how long I have to wait to see her again. To explain to her what I want, and hope she agrees to it. I sensed a natural submissive in her and I can’t wait to explore it to see if I’m right.

Walking into the building I’m well aware of the attention I garner. Women naturally want to be dominated by me and men want to be me. I’m not arrogant, I just know the effect I have on people.

I continue down the hall until I reach the room I need to be in. Opening the door, I head in, my eyes focused ahead before I scan the entirety of the room, landing on her.

Fuck! What shitty ass luck.

My eyes lock onto hers as I begin my introductions.

“Good morning class, my name is Draco Gallant. I’m your professor for Abnormal Psychology.” I announce as I walk to my desk, placing my briefcase on top and pulling out the syllabus to hand out to my students.

Moving over to the first desk by the door, I hand the stack of papers to the woman seated there.

“Please take one of the syllabi and pass them along. It has the outline for the semester as well as test dates and projects that will be required. If you have not taken the required prerequisites for this course, I suggest you gather your things and leave at this time. No need to waste your time or mine by being here.”

I pause for a moment knowing there is always one person who somehow inevitably registered for the class yet had not taken the required courses. I watch as two of the men in the back row get up and make their way out of the classroom.

“Now that we have that taken care of, let's turn straight to chapter one and discuss what your first project will be.”

The hour seems to speed by as I continue to explain the project and begin the discussion on chapter one and what Abnormal Psychology is. I can’t help the way my eyes always seem to find their way to her. From the expression on her face it’s obvious she is just as shocked as I am.

At the end of the hour I dismiss the class, hoping to catch my little witch before she leaves, but the siren escapes in the sea of students exiting the room. Her being my student puts a serious damper on my plans with her.

Before I have any more time to think about it, my next class is pouring into the classroom and I need to begin to prepare for the next lecture. At least now I know my little enchantress’ name and, before the end of the day, I’ll have her address as well.

The day flies by and before I know it, my last lecture comes to an end. I pull out my phone and scroll through the contacts until I reach my lil’ witch’s phone number. I hover my finger over her name, struggling internally on whether or not I should message her. Finally making a decision, I open a text chat and type out a text.

Me: Today provided an unexpected obstacle. Our previous engagement to meet will need to be canceled due to the conflict of interest. Also, our previous encounter is to remain between the parties involved and not spoken of again.

I put the phone back in my pocket and place my papers into my briefcase before exiting the classroom, turning off the lights and shutting the door behind me.

Instead of going to my office, I head straight for my car. On my way out of the building I feel my phone buzz in my pocket, pulling it out I see a text.

Lil’ Witch: Whatever you say!

Oh, what a disobedient little brat she is!

I need to stop, there is no chance for her to be anything more than a student, at least until she is out of my class. Four months until I can have her. Can I wait that long? I just need to find someone to receive my attention until then.

I open the door to my car and slide into the driver's seat. My phone immediately connects to the bluetooth and intercepts the incoming call from Bart.

“Are we going to Club Risque’ tonight?” Bart asks, his voice flowing through the car speakers.

“Yes. I need a distraction and I can’t think of a better place to get one. I hit a barrier in my plan with my lil' witch from last night. It’s going to take longer than I expected to explore that dynamic.” I tell him as I back out of the spot and move through the parking lot to the exit and turn onto the road.

“Why’s that man? You know if you're having a change of mind I, for one, would be down to teach her some discipline.” Bart says with a hopeful chuckle, and I want to reach through the car speaker and wring his damn neck.

“Bart, I’ve told you more than enough times she is off limits! The only reason I’m pausing at the moment is because she’s my student.” I hear his variations of shocked responses at what I said before I continue.

“I plan to keep a close eye on her, there is no way she will evade my grasp. I will pick you up at eight sharp.” I tell him before hitting the end call button. I really hope the subs at the club can get my mind off the girl who’s taken it over.

Arizona

What kind of fucking luck is that? That man literally had me so sexually excited, and willing to do things I wouldn’t for any other man. And then I find out he’s my damn teacher! As soon as class was over I raced out of there before he had a chance to stop me, I’m positive I won’t be that lucky tomorrow.

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