The Student

by Claire, Ava

  I should tell him to go to hell and walk away. Revenge was too hard, hate so powerful an emotion that it would surely lead to something else. But I couldn't pull away. Not when he was finally holding me and it felt as right, as serendipitous as before.

  So I tilted my chin up. His eyes scanned mine, asking a silent question.

  I parted my lips. "Okay."

  He threaded his fingers through my hair and this time, I pressed my lips to his.

  Time stood still then slowly rocked to motion. It was our first date all over again. I was back on the stoop in front of Ledford Dorm, dripping wet because I forgot my umbrella. He was just as soggy, letting out a laugh that was contagious as I threw my arms around his neck and gave him the kiss that started it all.

  I clasped him to me, groaning with need as his tongue moved against mine. My fingers dropped to his fly, wanting to free him, wanting him to take me right up against the door, but he slowed, breaking away slightly.

  I was huffing, flush with need and impatience. "I want you." I brought up the hem of my dress and trembled when he drank me in nice and slow.

  He pried his eyes away and I saw his hazel opals were colored with worry. "I want you too...Jesus Christ I want you, Cass."

  "Then take me."

  "The needs I had before remain the same,” he explained. “Hell, they’re even stronger now." He leaned in until our foreheads met and I could see the gears working overtime. I knew what he needed, what he was asking of me.

  "I know I have no right to ask it of you--"

  "Yes," I interrupted, shedding my skirt. My blouse was next, up and over and tossed to the side. His request reminded me of why I came here in the first place. And damn if I didn’t I want to find out if this bdsm thing was worth him giving us up.

  "Dear God Cass," he murmured thickly as he stared at me in nothing but my lace bra and panties. "You're more beautiful than I remember." I saw the thick curve of his member tugging against its denim prison. But he was still hesitant. "Are you really ready to submit to me?"

  All those Google image searches came back and it was like riding a bike. I dropped to my knees, hands behind my back. I gazed up at him, putting aside everything else. Putting aside the niggling truth that hovered just past the consuming arousal. What I was about to do would send me down a path—and there’d be no going back.

  My words rang out as clear as a bell. "I'm ready."

  ****

  Chance clicked his mouse and classical music streamed from his computer speakers. The whine of the violins and quiet strums of harps should have relaxed me, but considering he'd just locked his office door, I was even more on edge. The locked door was for security, but I had a feeling the music was for more than setting the mood.

  "Relax, Cassandra," he said soothingly.

  I gave him a look. "I am relaxed."

  "You look like you're expecting me to pull a whip out of my desk."

  I did relax then, taking in two deep breaths and letting them out slow. "So what are you going to do with me?"

  He pulled his chair until he was a few feet from me and sat down. "As much as I want to just bend you over that desk and..." He left it unsaid but the sound he made in the back of his throat stoked the warmth in the pit of my stomach. "What we're going to share together is on a whole other level, Cass. And I want that connection with you. But I want to do it right this time."

  I dug my nails into my palm to fight the part of me that wanted to believe every word he said but no amount of pain I inflicted on myself could dull the fact that I was still enthralled by him.

  "I'm not expecting you to be the perfect submissive,” he continued. “That is something that takes time. There's no bdsm crash course--but there are a few universal rules. The first-"

  "Anything you want," I cut in quickly. "You're in charge.

  His eyes glimmered with distaste. "Well what I want is for you to stay quiet unless I ask for your response. And you will address me as 'Sir' unless told otherwise.”

  Not Master of My Liege? I thought sarcastically. But I kept quiet.

  "The cardinal rule is that when we're in this mental and physical space, I have total control. You follow my commands without question."

  Again I had to hold my tongue. I expected a third rule, but he just rose to his feet, stopping a few inches from me. His erection was raging, practically at eye level, but his voice was smooth and controlled.

  "I've dreamt about this, Cass." When his fingers intertwined with the dark strands of my hair, I felt myself leaning into his touch. I told myself it was all part of the ruse, the act to make him believe I was falling for this dark lesson, but my heart said otherwise.

  He clutched my chin and forced it up, higher, until I felt my hair swishing back and forth along the waistband of my lace panties. "I’m going to touch you, but you’re not to move an inch, say a word, or make a sound until I say otherwise. Understood?”

  I shivered and he raised an eyebrow. I gave him a reassuring smile. “I understand. Yes sir,” I added.

  It seemed easy enough—just kneel and let him do his thing. But as soon as a finger crooked beneath my bra strap, I knew this wouldn’t be nearly as easy to pull off as I thought. Just the slight brush of his fingertip against my flesh sent my body into overdrive. He was barely grazing my skin and my breathing was already labored.

  His other fingers joined the first and I made the mistake of glancing up at him at the exact moment that his fingers danced over my nipple. The hardened lust in his eyes found my own and I let out a husky 'oh!' that was immediately followed by him gripping my peak and squeezing. I winced as the pressure built bit by bit until my mouth hung open in a silent plea for him to stop. Just as tears rimmed my eyes, he did just that, sliding his hand back to my chin.

  "Not a single sound," he said firmly. I glared at him, but my anger was short-lived. I had bigger fish to fry—like how hot it made me when he grabbed both straps of my bra and forced them over my shoulders, down and forward until my breasts bounced from the cups. It was like he couldn't wait one more second before he took them in.

  He took one in each hand, the pale mounds stark against his gold, massive hands. I didn't miss the way he shuddered with delight as he massaged and rolled them in his palm, sending a tremble of longing through me.

  "Do you want me, Cassandra?"

  "Yes sir," I said hoarsely. And god did I mean it. My panties were slicked and heavy with how much I wanted him. How much I needed him.

  He licked his lips as he looked down at me, staring like his words before were truth. Like he really had spent the last three years missing me. He released my breasts and let out a rough command for me to stand up. My knees wobbled and swayed but he roped his arms around me, making me even more unsteady and unsure of myself. But there was one thing I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt—I had to have him before I exploded. I opened my mouth to say so but snapped it shut when I remembered his rules.

  "What were you going to say?" he murmured, running a hand through my hair, sending another jolt of need crashing over me. "You can speak freely."

  "I want you right now,” I said without hesitation. “Please.” All the blood rushed to my cheeks when he took my hand and put it directly on his raging erection.

  I let out a pleading moan as I ran my hand up and down his solid length. I could feel it pulsing, begging for me like I begged for him. But still he held back.

  I put my arms around his neck, pulling him closer until I could feel him throbbing against me. I ignored the part of me that screamed that I was supposed to be pretending, instead, giving into the fact that nothing felt more real.

  "I want you." I took a few steps back until I felt the door, cool and steel against my spine. "Right now. Right here."

  Chance drug his fingertips up my bare leg before slipping them into the delicate skin of my inner thigh. He let out a low, animalistic groan when he connected with the sopping material of my underwear.

  "Maybe you are telling the truth." His lips
curved into a smile and I gasped when he yanked the underwear to the side and thrust his finger inside me without warning.

  I forgot myself, a high moan shooting from my mouth. The sound was probably loud enough for everyone in the English building to hear and I felt another building, culminating from his finger moving inside me.

  He put his free hand over my mouth, slowing his ministrations as his lips brushed my ear. "Just for me, Cass. Just for me."

  His finger slid deeper and I clenched the digit tight as I growled behind his hand. Don't stop, god don't stop.

  He moved his hand from my mouth to my hair, taking a bundle of it tight in his fist while the other hand takes place of the first, moving, forcing my pink folds open. I’m expanding and contracting, alive again after being asleep for so long. He pulled his fingers from me and I let out a moan of protest.

  "Don't worry, Cass," he purred. "I'm far from done."

  I expected him to unzip his fly, to give me the part of him I ached for. To plunge inside me like the old days, filling me so completely, taking me over so wholly that I begged him to stop and keep going in the same breath.

  But his fingers pushed back into my warmth and I have no time to pout and beg until two became three. The sounds coming from between my legs rival the ones coming from my mouth. He moves closer, his eyes savage as he gives me the silent command to stay quiet. It's a thing easier said than done because I'm practically convulsing because I'm so close.

  He leaned in, his lips warm on my cheek. "I've missed you so much, Cassandra. So much."

  I wanted to play my part, say something equally romantic, but there are no words for the feelings colliding, slamming into one another when he takes my earlobe between his teeth. My climax comes twisting and wild and I surrender to it. I surrender to him.

  I slumped against the door, catching my breath as aftershocks danced through me. I watched Chance sink back into the chair, the bulge of him tenting the fly of his jeans—but his face was as serene as if he'd just climaxed right along with me.

  My confusion must have been as clear as day because he arched an eyebrow in bemusement. "Something you'd like to ask?"

  I blushed and shot my eyes downward as I pulled my underwear back on. "I'm just surprised is all."

  "Surprised that I didn't finish?"

  I didn't reply, but I couldn't help but think about past liaisons, rough handling that was always punctuated by him taking me. Climaxing with me. His eyes were still devouring me even though I was almost fully clothed. Was this another lesson? A dominant thing where he made me wait until I begged for him?

  My head was back in the game but the rest of me was still catching up. My nipples still pierced through my bra. I was still wet and quivering. And if he kept looking at me that way...

  I let out a sigh of relief when the phone on his desk buzzed to life, giving me a reprieve. He brought it to his ear and if his responses were any indication, a student was heading to his office. I swiped my bag and gave him a small wave, but he gave me a stern look and held up a finger to stop me from leaving.

  When he hung up the phone, I tossed my hair over my shoulder and tried to seem nonchalant. "Well, I better head out. I have a class and-"

  "I want to see you again." His voice was as intimate as any kiss. "I want to do more of this."

  I hesitated. Say yes! It's obvious he's still in love with you. A few more of these trysts and you can show him what it's like to have your heart split in two.

  I put aside my guilt and forced a smile. “I think we should too.”

  When I left his office, it should have been a victory. But with his taste still warm on my lips, the thought of hurting him didn’t bring me any satisfaction.

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  Thank you for taking the time to read The Student. Please consider leaving a review. xoxo A.C.

  About the Author

  Ava Claire is a sucker for Alpha males and happily ever afters. When not putting pen to paper or glued to her Kindle, Ava likes road tripping, karaoke, and vintage fashion.

  More about the His Dark Lessons series:

  The His Dark Lessons series will be released in serial format and will consist of three parts.

  The Student (Part One): November

  The Student (Part Two): December

  The Student (Part Three): January

  **Stay tuned to Ava’s blog for more info on new releases!**

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