Page 15 of Dirty Dean

Shrugging, I close out of the school sports page and nod. "Yes, he did. He's kind of nice, you know?"

"Of course. Let's go and see what he's like. If we don’t like the vibe, we can leave."

I never went to parties in high school. More excitement runs through me, and I get up. Dancing on the balls of my feet, I do a happy dance. When Tia laughs, I hug her tightly and squeal. "Thank you, Tia. It will be my first party."

"I know."

The professor starts talking so I don’t have time to celebrate a small victory. Instead, I sit down and look over my lecture notes as our professor talks about the test coming up.

Once class is over, Tia tells me to meet her at the quad once I’m done with work. I can’t wait. Before I go to my next class, I feel as if someone is behind me. Of course, when I turn around there’s not a student in sight.

“Ugh!” I shake my head and make a beeline for the last building on campus. As I wait for class to start, my phone goes off.

Chris:Make sure that sweater is off, Jasmine.

I don’t want to take the sweater off, but why is he making such a big deal about it?

Chris:Stop fidgeting with your lip and take the goddamn sweater off.

Wait a minute. How did he know I was biting my lip? I swivel in my desk chair and look to see if he’s in my classroom. He’s not. My heart races, and I put my phone down on the desk. Get it together, Jazz.

The phone goes off, and I know it’s him. Trying to ignore it, I pick out my notebook for this class and a pencil to take notes. I can feel the sweat forming on my forehead because I’m ignoring him. Sighing, I look at my phone.

Chris:Do I have to remind you, you promised to be a good girl today?

Typing a reply quickly, I know he’s going to get upset with me. My brain fights with me telling me to be good. That it’s not ok to provoke him.

Me:But I like my sweater.

Chris:Then I guess you’ll find out what happens when you come to work today.

Putting my phone back down on my desk, I ignore the threat. I know it’s a threat, and I should be scared. So, why am I smiling at pushing his buttons to point he becomes this dominating person?

Chapter Nine

Well,I’llbedamned.She didn’t take the fucking sweater off. My dick twitches at her being a little brat. I can’t wait to sink all nine inches into her small, wet, quivering pussy. But it’s not time for that. As the Dean of Education, I can’t put her across my desk and fuck her so everyone knows that she’s mine. Nope. Gotta be smart about this.

Dismissing my secretary for lunch, I smile as Jasmine comes into my view and talks to a student before opening my door.

“Hello, Mr. Groveton.”

I smirk at her attempt to be so formal when she knows she’s in trouble.

“Come here,” I request, and her eyes spark with curiosity. It’s going to be interesting when I bend her over my damn desk.

Locking the door with the remote button on my laptop, I wait for her to walk toward me.

Jasmine hesitates and I squint my eyes at her. “Now, Jasmine. Don’t make me come get you.”

A soft blush highlights across her cheeks and I know I will fucking watch this tape over and over once I’m by myself. My cock pulsates with the idea of making her suck me down to my balls and seeing that blush on her sweet innocent face.

Her steps are slow, but she does what I’ve demanded. Those large hips of hers sway with each move she makes and damn, I’ve never been more appreciative of a body shape in my life.

Once she gets to me, I grab her and she yelps. Forcing her head down to the wooden desk, I hold her there for a moment. Bending down so that I’m near her ear, I bite the lobe, and she whimpers. Yeah, my buttercup likes it when I’m rough with her. Even if she doesn’t understand it.

“You know, disobeying me gets you a spanking.” I lift her skirt and expose her perfect flesh to me, and I moan. Fuck, there’s no way I’m going to make it through the night without fucking her. Hell, I’ll be lucky if I make it through this afternoon.

“Chris?” Her voice holds so much trust but fear it’s insane. It’s like she wants to please me, but the fear makes her tentative and fearful.

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