Page 14 of Dean Daddy

“You can go. You just have to give me that hug,”

I come to my senses and realize that my cell phone is in my pocket, so I take three steps away from him and pull it out to dial Mason. His face reddens with anger, and he steps into the room and grabs me by the arm.

“Are you serious, bitch? Are you trying to call the cops or something just because I asked you out for a drink? Are you psycho?” he yells.

“Let go of me!” I scream.

Things move so quickly that I don’t know exactly what is happening. I see a hand on the big jerk's shoulder. He turns his head, still holding onto my wrists, and a clenched fist pops him in the center of his face. He releases his hold on me and topples backward, and I see Mason standing in front of me.

The jerk shakes off the blow and rushes Mason, grabbing him around the waist. He tries to push him, but Mason doesn’t budge. He grabs the jerk by the head and head-butts him so hard that I hear a crack. The younger man stumbles backward again, but Mason has a long reach and punches him a second time, dropping him to the floor.

I see a fire in his eyes and watch as he steps towards the man who is off his feet but still screaming obscenities.

“Mason, stop. You can’t,” I beg him to end this. “Let’s just go.”

My words fall on deaf ears and he drags the injured man to his feet. He’s unsteady and Mason holds him up.

“We don’t accost women in the institution. Especially not my woman,” he growls in the man’s ear.

“I didn’t know. I’m sorry…” the man gurgles as blood from his nose drips down his lips.

Mason shakes him loose from his hold and turns to me, “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. Let’s just go,” I tell him, still shaking with fear that he may do more serious damage if the jerk says the wrong thing.

We walk out into the hall without talking. When we’re a fair distance from the room, I stop and say, “You shouldn’t have done that. He’s a student. You put your job at risk.”

“My job? I’d put my life at risk for you. Nobody is going to disrespect you like that.” His blood rises again as he says, “He put his hands on you.”

“It’s over now and I don’t want any more trouble on my first day. Please, let’s just go.”

“Are you alright to go to class?” he asks me.

“Yes, I’m fine. I promise.”

“Room 205,” he mumbles and turns toward his office.

I stand there for a moment and contemplate my next move. Do I go to class or chase him down the hall? His anger shook me but seeing how passionately he came to my defense has me wild with desire for him. I turn and follow him to his office. I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on a lecture right now, anyway.

9

LOST IN EMOTIONS

MASON

My heart is still raving from the altercation in the classroom, and I march past my secretary and slam my office door behind me. I open the blinds and stare out the window at the quad where the soccer team is hanging out before practice. Marcie rushes through the door with my secretary hot on her heels.

“I told her that you shouldn’t be disturbed,” the old woman tells me.

I look at Marcie’s wide eyes and concerned expression and say, “It’s alright, you can leave us.”

She lets out a huff and turns to leave. Once the door is closed, I go over to it and turn the lock. I turn slowly toward Marcie who searches my face for some indication of my current emotional state, and something wild comes over me. I silently rush toward her and grab her by the shoulders, spinning her around and bending her over my desk. I reach under her skirt and yank her panties off and begin spanking her with abandon. After each slap on her asscheek, I plant a kiss on the spot and playfully bite it.

“What did I do?” she gasps. I have a perfect view of her pussy, and it’s glistening wet. I lick my lips, resisting the urge to bury my face in her and explore her inner walls with my tongue.

“Why were you in that room alone with the man? Didn’t you know that was dangerous? What do you think would have happened if daddy didn’t rescue you?”

“I didn’t do it on purpose!” she shrieks but I can tell by the way she’s rotating her hips that she’s loving every heavy-handed smack.

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