Have her cumming on command. Have me at the store buying sheets for each day of the week, just because I can’t get them washed fast enough. Because they’re dirty. Because she’s dirty. Because she finds out what she’s really capable of, and she likes it. She likes getting hot and sweaty in my bedroom. And that’s just the beginning. The world becomes our sexual playground. We start in the house. Building her up to bigger and dirtier things. In the bedroom, in the shower, on the kitchen counter. That’s the appetizer. Then I spread her out over the kitchen table and enjoy her like a seven course meal, making sure to savor every last taste, and ordering seconds on dessert. And don’t forget that after dinner coffee, Zoey, because you’re going to be worn the fuck out, but you’re going to want more. Your body will demand it. You’ll muster ever last ounce of energy you have just to ride me one more time. Just to put all of me in your mouth one more time. Just to get bend over and spanked just one more time. You’ll want to sleep, but you won’t be able to. I’ll be your drug and you’ll be addicted.
And with that curvy little body of mine I won’t even try and deny myself. I’ll dive in head first. Right into the deep end, not afraid drowning. I’m drown proofed. They teach us that. That’s a basic in our world. And it’s my world you’re entering. Try and keep up.
Damn, you’re a lot younger, so maybe you have some stamina. I sure hope so. You’re going to need it. When I’ve got you laid back and my hands are grabbing your hips tightly swinging you like a little rag doll you’re going to be gasping for air. Panting for just a little drink, but you won’t know if it’s water that you need or more of me. I’ll give you what I choose, because I’ll know.
Fuck, when did you grow up? That sure happened fast. You were always there, and yes, I noticed you, but come on, you were just a high school kid. Cute as hell and a little shy. I knew you’d grow up to be really beautiful one day, but I never thought one day would come so soon. Thank God I’m here when it happened.
Maybe you’ve never even been touched before. I’d give anything to be the first. To own that piece of you, and then to own all of you. Damn, just thinking about this is turning me on so hard I’m about to erupt, but it’s also turning on my mind. The wheels are spinning. This could be more than just the physical. You’ve got a good head on your shoulders. I already knew that. And you’re a real young woman now. You’ve matured. Damn, is that ever apparent.
You even have tits now. Tits that I want to grab and shove into my mouth, but there’s no way they’re going to fit. You’ve developed. You’re beyond developed. More than a handful’s a waste? I don’t think so. Not in a million years. And I want to get my hands all over those juicy tits. And that’s just the start. Own your body and own your mind. And then own you. Make you mine. My beautiful young woman.
“You’re teaching?”
I opened up my binder and scanned down the list of names. I had just picked it up this morning from the dean himself. I hand’t even had a chance to see how many students had enrolled in my class, but I heard it quickly became the most popular when it was offered.
It was an experimental project. The dean had taken one of our SEAL classes for executives. The ones we offer through third party intermediaries. He enjoyed it so much and got so much out of it he insisted we offer it at his college. I was approaching twenty-five years and looking at the possibility of starting something new. My pension would take away the pressures of working if I transferred over to civilian life. SEAL Teams were all I knew so making the leap didn’t seem like a logical move.
The dean was relentless. For years he had been looking for some sort of class that was out-of-the-box. Something that he could offer the students that was revolutionary, and truly life changing. Nothing he had seen had ever really inspired him. He had never come across something he could really get behind. Nothing until he took our SEAL class. My SEAL class.
He made a very generous opening offer. A lot of money to sit on my ass I thought, but then again, when did I ever sit around on my ass. I thought about it and decided it might be too sedentary. He was quick to offer me full control of the class. Full autonomy. Do what I please. Just get results for these kids.
I told him I’d think about it over the weekend. I needed to crunch some numbers first to see if this would work. He wasn’t going to let me out of his office. I remember his words. ‘Here’s a number for you,’ he said. Then he tripled his offer. At that point only a fool wouldn’t accept. Six months later and I’m standing here on a college campus. Standing in front of her. Towering over her. Dominating her with my size.
There it is. Her name staring me right back in face. I put my finger on it and turned the binder so she can read it.
“I’m teaching you.”
CHAPTER 5
Zoey
Christmas, my birthday, and every holiday had come early this year. I won the lottery, the Powerball, and I didn’t even know I was playing.
All semester I’d be in his class. I had a free excuse to stare at him for a full ninety minutes. Fifty-four hundred seconds of visual bliss. Fifty-freaking-four hundred seconds to take in the way he carried himself across the parquet floored classroom. The nuances with which his hand guided the chalk over the black slate stone. To feel the depths of his voice enter my ears and rattle around in my chest. To smell his scent as I brushed passed him as I entered and exited class.
It wouldn’t be enough. I’d sit in the front row. Front and center. It would look like I was trying too hard, but I didn’t care. I wanted to be as close to him as I could. I didn’t want to just be able to see him. I wanted to be able to feel him. To let his masculinity engulf me. Embrace me. To wrap around me like the comfort of a soft pillow, and as rough as the calloused, protective being that he was.
This was going to be fucking amazing.
“Don’t you need qualifications?”
His head turned slightly and his eyes narrowed. He conveyed words without even speaking, and his words were, ‘are you fucking kidding me?’
“Not all qualifications can be gained behind a desk,” he said.
“Fair enough,” I said.
“The world’s not a fair place,” he shot back. “That’s exactly why we need people with different skill sets to come in and shake things up.”
You could shake me up anytime you want.
Most of my classes were in this building so I still didn’t know which class he’d be teaching. I was studying business and quickly realizing how right he was. If you can lead on the battlefield you could certainly lead in the boardroom. I brushed off the cliché sounding thought, realizing in this case there was no irony about it. This was real. He was the real deal and he was going to give it to us.
I was hoping he was going to give me a whole lot more. I had something to give him. That’s for sure.
Something I had been saving for that special someone. That special man. A man who knew exactly what he wanted and knew what do do with it once he got it.
CHAPTER 6
Luke
Don’t make me regret my decision,” the head of the department said.
“It wasn’t your decision to make. It’s mine, and it still is.”
“Excuse me,” he said.
“There’s no excuse for you. I know your type. Corporate suit type prick. Yeah, so you’re an academic, but the shoe still fits in your case. Same shitty mindset. You think you’re in charge, but you’re not. You don’t have the balls. And don’t forget it was your boss, the dean, who was practically begging me to take this position. You want to cancel the class, go right ahead. I’ll laugh why you spend the rest of the semester explaining to parents, faculty, and alumni why you abruptly cancelled the most popular class you’ve ever had. So if you think you’re tough, if you think you’re somebody, then let’s see it now or shut the fuck up and go back to being the little bitch that you are.”
He gasped. “Well, I’m appalled.”
“Just like I though. You don’t have the stones. Even if you did it d
oesn’t matter. I don’t report to you. I don’t report to anyone. I can check-in with the dean at my discretion, so you’re lucky I even agreed to take this meeting. I get it, this kid’s parents are pissed because their little baby boy got embarrassed in school today. Maybe they should of thought of the embarrassment their son, who they didn’t raise to be a man, gave to that girl who’s ass he thought he could grab and get away with it. Kid’s studying business and his dad’s a lawyer? So fucking what. He threatens the school with legal action? Tough guy knows all the laws and regulations, huh? Well, he doesn’t know a damn thing about honor and integrity, let alone how to treat other people. Especially women. Now that’s what appalling.”
The department head said nothing. He knew better at this point. I got up and made my way to the door. At the last second I caught myself, turned back around and stared that pussy straight in the face. “He has a problem you tell him right where my office is and tell him to come see me. Don’t call me. Don’t send me a fucking text message. And he better sure as hell not send me a goddamn email. March his ass down here and look me in the eye if he’s got a problem. And if he does, which he won’t, I’ll show him a thing or two about how men are supposed to act, not that he’d know a damn thing about it.”
I walked out of his office, ignoring the glances from the women having coffee in the department lounge. I’m not one for gossip, but the whispers were too loud not to hear. “Bout time he got what was coming to him,” one of the women uttered.
“And I’d sure as like get a piece of that too,” another lady mumbled.
“A piece? I want the whole damn thing,” her colleague replied.
Sorry ladies. Not today. Not now. Not ever.
There’s only one girl for me and I’m going to let her know right fucking now.
CHAPTER 7
Zoey
I felt the phone in my bag vibrate and ignored it. It vibrated again. Who actually calls these days?
I pulled it out and looked at the number. It was a university number, but it only said ‘School of Business’ on the caller id.
I hope this isn’t about this morning. “Hello,” I answered.
“It’s Luke. Can you make it to my to my office?”
He’s so direct. “I can’t today. I have classes and then I have plans tonight.”
“Cancel them.”
Who in the hell does he think he is? He’s arrogant, but I can’t deny it’s turning me on…again.
“I can’t, Mr. Bryant. It’s been set in stone for months.”
“Come after.”
“Not tonight,” I said. “I’m really sorry.”
“Have a nice time,” he said and then his voice was replaced with the sound of a dial tone.
Shit! I messed up. He threw me off with his directness. I’m not used to that. It just caused me to fall right in line. He really was a leader, in ever sense of the word. It was so natural to him, and so powerful to me.
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! I pulled out my schedule. Everything was so new I hadn’t had a chance to memorize my classes yet.
What time did I have his class? Two o’clock on…ut oh…tomorrow.
CHAPTER 8
Luke
I probably looked like hell. I hadn’t slept more than an hour or two last night after I saw that she would be in my class today.
How in the hell was she getting to me like this? I had navigated twenty-five years of the gnarliest, heaviest, grungiest corners of the earth without so much as a single drop of PTSD. Thank God for that. My mind was clear, sharp, and strong. Always. I could focus for extended periods of time. I could change focus on a dime. I had mastered full mental immersion on a task which was much easier said than done.
But this was different. I was only immersed in thoughts of her. And immersed on the idea of immersing myself in her. Sliding my cock right in and seeing for myself just how tight she was. She had to be. I knew her parents. They raised a good girl, one who wouldn’t rebel or act out…much less one that would seek unfulfilling sex. Sex empty of emotion, feeling, or commitment.
Her dad had told me how proud of her he was. She was a deep thinker who had excelled in school. She mostly kept to herself, which others sometimes considered as aloofness, but the truth was she would rather immerse herself in her own thoughts than bother with the thoughts of others.
But the next time I got a second alone with her she was going to learn all about the thoughts of others. My thoughts specifically. And not just learn about my thoughts, but see them in real time. Experience them.
I set a new personal best last night on my bench press. Three hundred sixty-five pounds. A personal best at age forty-three years old. I was damn proud of that, and would be even more proud to have this girl by my side. She inspired me, and I was still getting to know her. I couldn’t even think what might happen when we really became a team. And yes, we would be come a team. The team, her and I. When I see something I want I go out and get it. I’m a self-starter with a huge drive. I don’t need anyone to push me towards my goals. And my only goal was her.
At exactly thirty seconds before class started I saw her. We all saw her. If that boy thought he could exercise a little bit of power over her yesterday he was sorely mistaken. She was back today with all the power in the world in the palm of her hand.
The door to the auditorium burst open and in came the sexiest woman you ever saw in a tight red dress. I took in a deep breath to slow my heartbeat, but it was too late. My heart was racing, my pulse quickening, and I felt a bead of sweat form at my temple.
Head’s turned. Sides were nudged. Fingers pointed.
She didn’t notice a damn thing, only me. She locked eyes on me the minute she entered my classroom and came down those stairs with very powerful click-clacks of her high-heels. I’d turn in my resignation right now to have my hands gripping those heels tight while her ankles rested on my shoulders. Naked in heels. I couldn’t have pictured her any sexier, and I’d spent all of last night trying.
She kept coming down the stairs. She turned right into the first row and sat front and center. Still staring at me, and me at her.
I reached down deep inside myself and prepared to project my voice. Did they really think I was going to use a little microphone on a clip? If I could yell at warriors from a hundred yards during a firefight, I sure as hell was going to be heard in a classroom full of 18 to 22 year olds.
“When you’re under pressure, you don’t rise to the occasion,” I began. The posture of the few students who had been slouching in their chairs, suddenly and drastically improving. “You sink to the level of your training.” I paused walking the length of the front of the room. I looked through the class, and focused on each student, locking them into these words. Investing them in our outcome as a team. But I couldn’t get there fully. I was distracted.
The red dress only doubled the difficulty of focusing. The way she looked up at me, enamored by my words. The way her head stood still, but her eyes and feet followed me across the room. The feet never lie. The feet point to where your mind is focused. Those sexy shoes she had on were like a compass, and I was due north. I had her locked in my peripheral vision. Getting through this class was going to require the training on which I spoke. I was under pressure, that was for sure. The pressure to throw everyone out of the room and take her right on my desk. Auditorium sex.
My mind wandered. The thrill of fucking her right here in front of everyone. Like a live sex show, but never. Not with her. This was my girl. Never to be shared. Mine and mine alone. I may not have been able to say it to her yet, but it was obvious she felt it. The way she sat in her chair. I could see she was turned on. There was no question. The only question was if I could keep my desire hidden in front of this entire classroom while only wearing thin pants?
“Are leaders born, or can leadership be learned?” I paused. “Both. But if you can learn how to be a leader, you’ll have the guidebook. You’ll have the training, and when times get tough and you’re u
nder pressure, you’ll fall back on that training and lead with the passion, poise, and perfection that those you’re leading expect, demand, and deserve.”
I could see the whole class was hanging on my words now. Leading SEAL Teams was a rush, but this was a whole other kind of rush. These kids were sponges, ready to absorb. Ready to learn. I was ready to teach them.
The combination of the power with which I held this classroom in the palm of my hand, and her sitting right there in front of me had me so turned on I was about to explode.
CHAPTER 9
Zoey
God he was sexy. Was I ever thankful there was a spot left in this class, and even more thankful that he was the ‘surprise’ lecturer. Just slightly more thankful than I was that I had brought an extra pair of panties in my purse because the ones I had on were a wet, soggy mess.
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