by Mia Luxe
Oh Willow, please don’t act rashly. We love to provide for you. Hugs and kisses - Love Mom.
The text back is so obviously from my mother that I don’t need to read the last two words to know who sent it. It hurts my heart.
Love you too, mom.
I throw my phone on the bed, leaning back. I look down at my philosophy paper. At the bright red A+. It feels good to get a good result.
Next up is a paper on the “reoccurring themes of Frankenstein”.
I get to work quickly, writing non-stop for two hours until I have a rough draft.
Will I ever be as successful as Connor Bold?
He finished his BA at 19. Took down a crime ring at 22. Finished his masters at a breakneck pace, and got a job as a full-time professor at just 25!
We’ve only been apart for a day, and I’m already yearning to see him. I idly google his name, scrolling through news reports of how he took down the Maturi’s. I click on an article I haven’t read before.
I scan through it, knowing that no matter what he had to do to keep his cover, he saved 100 women from a life of sexual slavery.
He’s a hero.
Then a cold chill goes through me as I read the third paragraph. I re-read it.
When Connor was shot, he was in a warehouse in the middle of the forest. The article states there was a safe with an estimated 15 million dollars in cash. The whereabouts of the cash are still unknown.
I knew there was missing money, but it never made alarm bells ring in my head until now. I don't want to think it, but I do.
Professor Bold has a mansion.
How did he afford it on a professor’s salary?
I shake my head.
There are plenty of explanations. Maybe he had rich parents. Maybe he invested. Maybe... maybe... there's lots of explanations.
I click the x button on the article, not wanting to think it.
Did Connor take 15 million in dirty cash?
Deepest Desires
Willow - Thursday, November 6th
15 million in untraceable dirty money goes missing the same night Connor Bold takes down the Maturi family.
Connor Bold is lecturing but his voice flows through me and I don’t hear a single word he says. He strides up and down the lecture floor as he speaks, his powerful voice controlling the classroom. Every eye is glued to him. I want to remember our bodies intertwined, the pure submission I felt as he claimed me as his own.
Instead, the number keeps repeating in my head…
15 million, 15 million, 15 million.
When class ends he walks past my desk and gives me a little nod. I know the signal. It means “meet me in my office.”
After class I sip from the water fountain and wait a few minutes, pacing the hallway before knocking at his door. The hallways are usually empty except between classes, and I walk until only a few students are left milling about. I doubt that anyone suspects me of being with my professor, but I still look around for anyone watching me too closely. An older, mousy looking man with thin glasses is checking me out, and he quickly looks away when I catch his gaze.
I knock at the door to his office, feeling more nervous than the first time he called me in. It feels like months ago that he caught me keying another student’s car.
“Come in,” he says in his deep, smooth voice. I take a breath and open the door, stepping into his domain.
"Hey Connor," I say. The mere act of saying his name helps me return a little ways towards normalcy.
His disarming smile greets me, full of warmth. He stands up as I walk into the room. He’s wearing a fitted light blue dress shirt with the top button open.
"Did you like the lecture today?"
I try to focus and remember the lecture topic, but I draw a blank.
"It was a little dry," I say and he pretends to be hurt, clasping his hand to his heart. It’s hard to think of him as a criminal when he acts goofy. Hard to imagine him hurting people, stealing money, doing anything wrong.
When he acts like this, my mind almost believes my heart.
“Ah well, not every lecture can be exciting. I promise the one I’m giving to the FBI will be more interesting. Speaking of which, I just realized we never exchanged phone numbers.”
"Is that your way of asking for my number? I don't know, I don't usually just give it out to just anyone..."
He stands up from his desk and kisses me. When our lips touch, the suspicion leaves my mind.
He breaks the kiss off and I want to melt.
“How about now?”
I bite my lip and nod, smiling. He pulls out his phone and I enter my number, then I put his number into my contacts. I can’t exactly label him as Connor Bold, let alone professor Bold. If I did, anyone who sees my phone is going to ask some difficult questions. I can feel a little smile coming to my face as I save his number under the name "Hot Guy".
Connor watches me type in the letters and laughs.
"I better be the only “Hot Guy” in your phone."
"Currently," I say cheekily.
"I'm just glad you didn't have to put a number after the name. It's better to be Hot Guy than Hot Guy Number 6.”
He motions for me to sit, and goes back around to his desk, sitting in front of me. His eyes look more serious than before, and I get the distinct feeling he didn’t just ask me to his office to get my number.
“I’m getting the feeling you didn’t call me to your office just to get my number.”
He nods. “Yeah. I wanted to talk to you about something. This might sound like an odd question, but have you ever taken a self-defense course?
I’m taken aback. “Um, no. Why, is Portland going to be dangerous or something? I thought it was full of hipsters.”
He laughs. “That might be true, but I’m not thinking about Portland. You’re tiny, Willow, and some people might see you as an easy target. I want you to know how to take care of yourself if worst comes to worst.”
I think back to the few times I’ve had to walk at night alone, the way my heart starts beating faster when some random stranger is walking behind me. I know most of them are harmless, but a chill runs through me as I recall a certain night where I was all alone and a pair of guys whistled and catcalled from behind me. I can remember walking faster and faster away from them, and the feeling of pure relief when I hopped into a cab and put them far away in the rear-view.
I tap my fingers against his desk. “Well, I guess I took a one-day course in high school.”
He nods. “That’s a good start. If you want, I could teach you the basics. I hate the idea of anything happening to you.”
I smile. “I’m in. I’ve got the feeling you’re going to be an excellent teacher.”
He grins. “I’m not only well-versed in criminal psychology. Can you come over tonight?”
“Honestly, I think Shelly’s starting to get a bit suspicious at my constant departures. I’m expecting an awkward conversation pretty soon… but that’s not going to stop me from coming over tonight.”
He looks at me with such caring in his eyes that I feel guilty for thinking for a second he would take 15 million in illegal money. How could someone who obviously has such concern for me be a dirty cop?
No one else gets to see that same caring and concern in his eyes. The kind, considerate side under the icy wall.
I feel just as special to get to see that other side of him...
The dominant, commanding side. The side of him that will grab my hair and force me to take his cock deep in my mouth, the side of him that seems to know my dirtiest desires before I even say them. Being so close to him is tantalizing. I want to give him deep pleasure, and I don’t want to wait until tonight.
Suddenly it's hard to meet his eyes. I look down and feel myself bite my lip involuntarily.
"You're feeling submissive right now," he says calmly, looking me up and down. His voice is smooth and deep and penetrates me to the core.
"How did you know?"
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sp; My cheeks flush red. I can’t believe I’m so obvious.
“It doesn’t take a masters in psychology to know you’re thinking of something… very submissive.”
I nod shyly.
“It’s naughty.”
He leans back. “I love it when you’re naughty for me. Don’t be nervous. Tell me what you want.”
“I want to crawl under your desk and suck your cock,” I say, shocked at how bold I sound. His eyebrow raises, and he pushes his chair back.
He curls one finger, beckoning me closer, and I follow his command, walking towards him as if mesmerized. I don’t know if I’m controlling my body’s movements or if he is.
He pulls me close and kisses me, and I straddle him on his chair, his tongue slipping into my mouth. My nipples ache to be touched but even deeper than my own need is the need to please him.
Before he can say a word I slip off of him, and he moves his chair back to allow me to slide under his desk. As I slide under the desk, his hand protects the top of my head from the hard wood. It's a solid wood desk, and underneath it's like I'm in a hidden world. I feel so fucking submissive as I kneel in front of him.
His cock at my mouth level and I can see his manhood straining against his grey pants. He wants me just as bad as I want him. I reach forward and unzip his pants slowly, reaching in and pulling out his huge, thickening cock. It’s so big and the angle of being on my knees in front of him makes his cock even more intimidating.
I lick the tip, tasting it. I’m going to enjoy this even more than he is. The faint, salty taste of his pre-cum excites me.
I lick around his thick cock-head, swirling my tongue in circles. It jumps and stiffens even harder, and he groans deep and low.
I like making him groan.
Holy fuck. I’m under my professor’s desk, taking his cock in my mouth.
I feel his thick balls with my hand, then kiss down his cock head all the way down to his balls. I flicker my tongue against his balls, dreaming of how much cum they are filled with. He spreads his legs a little, giving me even more access.
“You’re my slutty little student, Willow,” he growls, and his words make my heart pound as I worship his manhood.
I love his balls. I love knowing how full they are of his seed, and I want to taste his cum in my mouth, swallow every drop. I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and suck, slowly and steadily. Connor groans and I know he’s getting close. I wrap my hand around his balls and squeeze, taking him deeper and deeper into my mouth. I’m so eager for his cum deep in my throat.
There’s a knock at the door.
“Hey Connor,” says a female voice as the door opens. Connor reaches down and pushes my head away, and my heart pounds in fear.
Oh my God, I didn’t lock the door!
Adrenaline pulses through my body.
“Um, hey,” says Connor.
"Did you forget we've got a quick meeting? Don't worry, we can knock this out in no time. Just wanted to ask you if you can critique my paper. I've got a feeling you can pick out the flaws before I have to present to the other professors."
It’s another professor.
I lick my lips. Connor’s cock is still throbbing in front of me, wet from my saliva and wanting more.
I get the naughtiest idea.
Let’s see if he can keep his cool while he’s cumming down my throat.
I extend my tongue into a sharp point and tease the head of his cock. He coughs and moves back in his chair. I wrap my lips around his cock, slowly deep-throating him and knowing how close he was to cumming just a minute ago.
“Now is not great,” says Connor, and I suck his cock faster and faster. He shifts and wriggles, trying to get me to stop. I lick and suck his cock deeper and deeper, careful to stop myself from making slurping noises.
He’s going to punish me for this.
The thought of him spanking me and calling me his little slut for sucking his cock while someone else is in the office makes a faint moan leave my lips. I breathe in then slide my mouth down on his huge cock again. It throbs hard in my mouth and I know he’s getting close.
“Now is not great? Come on, it won’t take long. There’s nothing on your desk, you’re not working on anything?”
There is another professor in the room and she has no idea I'm on my knees, sucking Connor's gorgeous thick cock. My heart is pounding and adrenaline fills me. If she comes around the other side of the desk, she’s going to see me on my knees deep-throating Professor Bold’s massive cock.
She’ll know I’m a slutty student sucking my decade older professor’s cock and tell the University.
Connor doesn’t answer, which she obviously takes as a sign to continue. She drones on, but I'm not listening. I'm in my own world, licking and sucking his dick as I massage his thick balls. I take a breath and want to giggle as I hear Connor barely able to form a sentence.
"Uh, leave it... leave it with me, I'll get back to you."
"Can we just go over this first part, where I..."
"No. I’ll have my feedback by tomorrow, but I can’t do it now. I need to get my things done here.”
I feel his cock stiffen and he cums, deep into my mouth. I swallow every drop as he lets out an almost imperceptible groan. His hand reaches down against my head, pushing me deeper and deeper onto his bursting cock as streams of his cum fill my mouth.
"Thank you Connor, you're a godsend. I owe you one."
I hear the door open and shut again as she leaves, and finally, the giggle leaves my mouth. I love the taste of his seed in my mouth.
"You little!" He growls at me, pushing his chair back.
I look up at him, batting my eyes innocently. “But sir, you never told me to stop!”
He shakes his head. His eyes are full of lust.
"You know I'm going to have to punish you for that."
I crawl out from under the desk, putting my hand on his leg to push myself to my feet. I stand in front of him as he sits, a cheeky smile on my face.
"Punish me? For what, sir? Didn't I do just what you asked?"
He smiles. "You know exactly what you did, you little brat. I’m not just going to train you in self-defense tonight.”
A dirty thought flies into my mind. I shudder in desire. Imagining him on top of me, pressing down while I try to get away and not being able to... it's so fucking hot submitting to Connor.
I turn away from Connor, and he squeezes my ass, making me jump.
“Seven PM sharp tonight,” he says.
“I’ll be there,” I say, leaving his office and feeling free.
Tonight will be the third time I’ve been to his house. This is starting to become “something”. We can’t have regular dates, not when someone could see us and report us to the college, but it’s fun having a secret romance that no one knows about.
Whatever this is, I’m enjoying it. I want to wake up in his bed, sprawling in the sheets with him.
I get back to dorms and leave my door cracked as I study. I wouldn’t mind if someone popped their head in to say hi. It would give me a welcome distraction from my work. It isn’t long before the door pushes open, and Shelly’s beaming face greets me.
She’s got a massive bottle of cheap vodka in her left hand.
“Willow, we are getting fuuuuucked up tonight!”
Normally I would have given her a cheer or a whoop, but now I feel awkward seeing the bottle.
There is still a part of me that wants to slam down half the bottle and let the night drift into foggy, inhibition-less mayhem.
“I can’t, I’m sorry.”
"Willow, we haven't drank together for like, a week! Tell me, what's going on! Are you pregnant or something? Oh wait, you’re still a virgin."
My cheeks get hot as she laughs. Shelly isn’t trying to be mean, she just finds it funny to tease me.
"Rude! I'm just, fuck Shelly, I'm trying to get things back on track. I'm still on academic probation. If I miss even one more assignment, I'm done."
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"What happened to the old Willow! The one that could talk her way out of anything?"
I smile. "I guess she's talking her way out of drinking.
Shelly shuts the door behind her, walking in and opening the bottle of vodka. She grabs one of my two coffee mugs and pours herself a shot.
“Wait, I’ve got some OJ in the fridge if you need it.”
Shelly just smiles and downs the shot like a champ.
“Nu uh, I don’t need mix. If you aren’t going to drink with me, mind if I chill here for a bit before I go out? There’s a party in the next dorms. Ugh, let me guess, you aren’t coming.”
"No, I've got so much work..."
"Bullshit! I know you've been up to something."
My phone buzzes, and before I can grab it Shelly lunges forward and pulls it off my desk.
“Aha! Who could it be?”
I fight her for the phone, but she’s bigger than me and turns quickly, blocking me and reads it. I love Shelly, but she has zero understanding of boundaries.
“Oooh, it’s from Hot Guy!” Shelly turns, poking me. “I’m looking forward to seeing you tonight? Who’s texting you, Willow? I can’t believe you have a boy you haven’t told me about!”
I grab my phone back. Shelly pours herself another drink, and then rummages in my fridge, pulling out the OJ.
“It’s nobody.”
“Nobody? Yeah right. I’m not leaving until you tell me.” She pours an inch of OJ into her mug, then tops it off with vodka.
“Fine, fine. There’s uh, a guy from my class. We’re going to study together.”
“At his place?”
My cheeks burn red. Shelly drinks down her screwdriver in a single gulp, looking at me with raised eyebrows.
“Yes…”
“You are so going to do more than study. Speaking of boys, have I told you about Carlson?”
I close my textbook. There’s no way I’m getting anything done until Shelly leaves. “No, who is he?”
“He’s the guy who sent me the picture on Halloween. You know, the one that got around to the football team. He wanted me to know. See? This is how best friends are supposed to be. We tell each other things! You can’t hide a guy from me. At least tell me his name.”
