Seducing the Professor

by Sabel Simmons

  “I got such a fright when I woke up with my arms empty. How do you feel, Angel?”

  “Much better.”

  She looped her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling his shaft rising slowly against her heated sheath.

  “Take me back to bed, Paul. You have a task to perform.”

  He carried her to the bed, his brow furrowed. He laid her down and switched on the bedside lamp, flooding the still dark room with a soft hue. He looked into her eyes.

  “A task? Is that how you see what we have?”

  She looked up at him, her eyes hazy and she shrugged.

  “I never used to, but I have realized one should never have high expectations from a lover. Come here, Paul … I really need you inside me and I am even prepared to beg to get you there.”

  Her voice turned husky and sensual and his shaft shot to full arousal. She smiled and he fisted his hands next to his thighs.

  “No, Angel, you don’t need me, not if it is to eliminate him. Doc Barnes phoned late last night. He did not touch you any further than he did on that video.”

  “That is a major relief. But I still need you. Please Honey, I beg you. Take me now! I am hot, wet and ready for you!”

  He still just stood staring at her. Her referral to him as just a lover irked and angered him. He trembled to get his emotions under control.

  Alexandra sat up and crawled closer to him. She sat on the edge of the bed with her legs spread on either side of his. She looked up at him and reached for his thighs. She stroked slowly upwards and to the back to caress his buttocks. He ground his teeth, tensing his muscles to step back and froze when her one hand stole up the inside of his thigh to close around his balls, squeezing and kneading them softly. His shaft bobbed even higher and she looked at it. Her other hand stroked another path of fire around his hip to scratch the area just above his shaft with her nails.

  Paul stood rooted to the spot, his legs quivering. She traced the vein that started low between his balls all the way up to the end of his shaft with her finger. She leaned forward and when her tongue followed the same path he groaned. She hooked her feet around his calves. She caressed his shaft with her small hands, enjoying the hard, yet satiny steel feel of him beneath her palms. She stroked the flat of her palm over the blunt tip and spread the liquid trickling from the split in the middle all around the tip. She circled his shaft with her hands from his base and leaned forward, slowly licking all over the tip and all around lower and then back up.

  She closed her lips around the tip and Paul shouted when she pushed down, taking him inside her hot mouth as far as she could. She started a slow easy motion of moving up and down his shaft, her hands from his base to her mouth covered his full length and he felt the heat that shot through his body at the feel of his shaft inside her mouth. She sucked the tip lightly, then pushed down and then plunged non-stop and he groaned with each plunge inside her mouth. He could not prevent his hips from thrusting and his hand twisted in her hair at the nape of her neck. She took her hands from his shaft and circled his hips, caressing his buttocks and he gasped for breath. She was offering him her mouth, with no reserve. She kept plunging and he started to thrust upwards with every downward plunge. He groaned when he felt the head of his shaft hit her at the back of her throat with every thrust.

  His whole body tightened and he was on the edge of his release. He pulled away from her mouth and taking hold of her below her arms lifted her higher on the bed. He lifted her legs and hooked them over his shoulders and surged forward inside her. Hard, deep and to the hilt. Alexandra screamed when he filled her so deeply and so hard she could not breathe. He leaned further forward, her legs pressing against her body and she panted. She felt totally exposed, helpless and vulnerable, but she was not scared. Need pulsed through her body and she was frustrated that she could not move, he had total control over her movement.

  “Please, Honey. Don’t make me wait! Please!”

  He pulled back slowly and she keened. He slammed back, hard and deep and she screamed. He set the same ruthless pace, over and over never increasing his tempo, no matter how she begged and pleaded. He reached down and started rubbing her clit. She shattered around him immediately. Her body a tight wire under his, but in the position she was in, she was helpless to control the spasms of pleasure that rushed from her brain to her toes. Yet he kept the pace, pressed forward against her even more, capturing her legs even higher against her.

  He moved slightly lower against her, grinding his shaft deeper and upwards, hitting her G-spot with every thrust. She screamed when her body became one pulsing muscle that kept contracting and releasing, over and over. Her screams increased when he added his fingers rubbing her clit again. When she started squirting she cried incoherently. The pleasure pain crippled her and still he did not relent. He watched her face, exulted in her uncontrollable reaction to his lovemaking. He kept drawing his own climax out, needing her to realize what they had, just being lovers did not.

  She started to cry, begging him to release her. She could not stand the pressure anymore, her brain started to pulse and a sharp pain shot through her temple. She shrieked hysterically, frighteningly and he slammed into her hard, fast and deep and his release shot warm and deep against her womb. He lowered her legs and she clamped them around his waist. He kept plunging short deep thrust until every drop had been spilled inside her.

  He slumped on top of her, his weight pressing her deep into the bed. Her inner muscles kept clutching and releasing, but she had calmed down. His heavy weight on top of her allowing her to draw her strength from him.

  It was much later before Paul moved. He scooted lower until his mouth was on the same height as her breasts. He folded his hands around them and pushed his face against each of them, kissing them softly, over and over and she felt the tears rolling down her cheeks. Only realizing what it did to him to watch that video.

  He licked her nipples as if he could not get enough of the taste of her and she felt the pleasure warm her whole body. He pulled her nipple into his mouth and suckled, slowly and softly and then harder and greedily. He kept playing homage to her breasts as if he drew sustenance from them and Alexandra could do none other than moan and mewl with the ongoing pleasure he gave her.

  It was already nearly noon before they left the room and Alexandra walked with a slight wince. The continuous friction of his shaft inside her for hours had her swollen and chafed. She did not complain, she could not get enough of him and kept asking for more. He kept giving and giving. He too, could not get enough of her. Both of them had a memory they needed to expunge.

  “Paul, I’d like to visit Mandy and the baby. Would you please take me?”

  “Of course, Angel. I bet little Paul has grown. We have not seen him since his birth.”

  He phoned Slade on the way there. He was already at home. Alexandra spoke about the test results all the way there. She also told him about the reports they have been able to draw from the chips on the horses.

  “Samuel is elated. Seems to think it has made his job a lot easier.”

  “He told me. One of these days I might not even be needed here anymore. He will run everything very efficiently on his own.”

  They arrived at Slade’s place within thirty minutes. Paul took her hand and tangled his fingers between hers. Slade was waiting for them on the porch.

  “This is really a surprise and Mandy is over the moon that you’ve come for a visit. She’s with Paul in his room, changing his nappy. It is the second last door down the left passage.”

  Alexandra disappeared down the passage. Slade looked at Paul.

  “How is she doing?”

  “She is much better. She would not believe me that Brown did not rape her and demanded Doc do an internal examination. He confirmed there was no semen inside her, nor has she had sex for over seventy two hours. That seemed to have eased her mind.”

  “That is good.”

  “What have they done with him?” />
  “Well, formal charges of kidnapping has been laid as well as malicious sabotage, setting fire and willful damage of property.”

  “Has he been locked up?”

  “Yes and denied any bail. He will be in jail until the hearing. According to James he should get anything from twenty to forty years sentence.”

  “What about attempted rape? She was near hysterical when I found her Slade! She came too, with the belief in her mind that she had been raped!”

  “Yes, but do you really want to put her through the ordeal of the court case? He is going to jail even without that.”

  Paul ran his hand over his eyes and nodded.

  “I did not think of that. No, I would never put her through that.”

  Mandy and Alexandra joined them in the den. Alexandra carrying little Paul. She sat down next to him and cooed and smiled at the little baby that watched her with serious baby blue eyes.

  Paul could not take his eyes off her. She was born to be a mother. The picture of her with little Paul in her hands was beautiful, so serene and loving, his heart cramped. She looked up and his breath was held hostage somewhere inside him. Her eyes shone like sapphires and her smile was beautiful. So full of love and contentment. He swallowed the lump that formed in his throat.

  “Here, Uncle Paul. You have not even held your nephew.”

  She laid him carefully in his Uncle’s arms and she shifted to lean tight against his side. Paul looked down at the little baby in his arms and he knew he wanted this. This fulfilment of a family. Of creating a new life with the woman he loved. He looked at her and the message in his stole her breath from her. They smiled at each other.

  Slade and Mandy looked at each other and blinked. The emotions that ran between the couple holding their son so deep and intense it sizzled through the room. Paul Junior started to niggle and Paul handed him back to Alexandra who chatted to him in a low voice and rocked him gently.

  “Do you want to feed him, Alexa? It is time for his bottle.”

  She took the bottle and he eagerly pulled the nipple into his mouth and drank greedily. Before he was halfway done, his eyes fell closed.

  They stayed for dinner and Alexandra relaxed totally and for the first time in a week, she laughed and smiled happily.

  “When is she leaving?”

  Mandy asked as they watched them drive away. Slade frowned and looked confused.

  “What are you talking about?”

  “She came to say goodbye, Slade.”

  “Nonsense! Paul would have said something. You saw that look, the way they were when they held Paul Junior. Those two love each other, Darling!”

  “Maybe so, but from what you told me, he hurt her Slade. More than even he could ever realize. He might think because she is the same as always she has forgotten about it, but she hasn’t. No, I am telling you, she is leaving.”

  “I better warn him, then.”

  “Don’t you dare!”

  “But he is my cousin, darling and I love him. You did not see him when he saw that video. You did not see his eyes when he sat with her on his lap outside that cabin. I can’t do this to him. I have to warn him.”

  “No, you big bear, you don’t. You cannot tell him because if it is what she needs to work through her anger and her pain, we have to allow her to do so. If it is meant to be, it will be.”

  “Okay, but I want you to know I am not happy about this, nor do I necessarily agree with you!”

  Chapter Twenty

  Alexandra watched Paul and Samuel gallop away. They were going to herd the last of the wild Stallions and bring them to the coral to be worked with. The past two weeks have been blissful. He was attentive and made her happy. Neither one of them spoke about the scene in his study, but it was something that kept flashing through Alexandra’s mind. She could not forget seeing Gloria in his arms and him kissing her.

  She ran upstairs and finished packing her bags. Within thirty minutes she was done and carried everything to the front door. The cab she had called earlier arrived at the same time and the cab driver loaded her luggage immediately. Alexandra stood looking back at the house and the stables and swallowed hard against the tears. Her heart quivered with pain inside her chest. She got into the cab and within two hours was on a plane to Australia.

  She made all the arrangements with Wade three days ago. At first he was against it, but in the end gave in. She sent all the results to the ADC drop box and the team has already started working on the antidote. Wade would ensure that it was delivered to the Ranch within two weeks. Alexandra needed time away from everyone and spending a month on Kangaroo Island in Australia was exactly what she needed.

  She phoned Wade as soon as she landed in Australia.

  “Please tell me where you are going, Alexa. We need to be able to get hold of you if something happens.”

  “You can leave a message with my parents. They know how to get hold of me. Please Wade, I need this time on my own. I need to clear my mind and think.”

  “Very well. What do you want me to tell Paul?”

  “Exactly that. Thank you for allowing me the time off. I will talk to you in a month’s time.”

  She took the ferry to Kangaroo Island and there was a local cab service that took her to Vivonne Bay where she rented a just built beach house. The landlady was waiting for her when she arrived and offered her the use of the beach buggy that was parked in the driveway. She was delighted. It would offer her the opportunity to explore further than just the near areas the small motorbike they advertised as part of the rental of the cottage would have offered.

  She unpacked and explored the cottage and was delighted that the house was separated from the beach by a sand road and the sea view was breathtaking. She drove to the local store to buy groceries. As soon as she packed it away, she changed into her bikini and thongs and jogged to the beach. The beach was absolutely mind-blowing, with its prestige white sand and blue, blue sea. She swam for a bit and then went back to the cottage.

  She felt relaxed and more human after she took a shower and dressed in a short sundress. She has deliberately filled her mind with nature and the history of the island to keep her mind from wandering to her heart she left behind in Richmond, Kentucky.

  Paul was bone tired when he walked into the house just after sunset. It took them longer than he anticipated to herd those stubborn Stallions. He was relieved it was over. Now he could concentrate on setting the new breeding program in place. The one he started on before all his trouble with Brown.

  His footsteps faltered and he stopped in the middle of the entryway. His heart shattered. He knew she was gone. Her essence that always filled the house was gone. He sunk down on the bottom stair and hung his head between his knees. He felt totally defeated.

  “Paulie? I’m sorry, my boy.”

  “Where did she go?” His voice was hoarse and so soft, Ellie could hardly hear.

  “I have no idea. She left without any of us knowing. I went looking for her for lunch and that is when I noticed all her things were missing from the dressing table. All her clothes … she left nothing behind.”

  “Did she leave a note?”

  “I have not seen any. Shall I dish up for you?”

  “Just leave something in the microwave. I am not hungry. I am going to clean up.”

  He rose and walked up the stairs like an old man.

  “Ellie … please move my clothes to one of the other rooms in the morning.”

  “But …”

  Ellie swallowed the rest of her words, realizing he was hurting.

  He went to his study directly after his shower and got roaring drunk for the first time in his adult life.

  Slade arrived around noon the next day and Ellie directed him to the study.

  “Alexa left yesterday without telling any of us. She just left. He is devastated. He did not eat anything and he got drunk in his study. He is still passed out on the couch.”

  “Bring us some very strong coffee, Ellie. Lots of it
and some sandwiches.”

  Slade walked into the study and stood looking at his cousin. He wore only a pair of shorts and was sprawled on his stomach on the couch in his study. Ellie must have opened all the windows, so at least there was fresh air flowing into the room. He walked closer and kicked a bottle in the process. He bent and picked it up and cursed when he found another empty bottle of whiskey below the couch.

  “Jeezu, Cuz. You are going to sit with a monster of a hangover!”

  He went to his bar and mixed two Bloody Mary’s and carried it to the study. He put them down on a side table. Ellie walked in with the coffee and sandwiches and he took it from her. She disappeared quickly.

  He shook Paul and tried to roll him over, but he was a dead weight. He poured some water in a glass from the carafe on his desk and threw it on his face. Paul cursed and pushed back on his knees, groaning and holding his head between his hands.

  “Morning, Cuz. You’re sleeping a mite late this morning?”

  “Fuck off, Slade.”

  “Jeez, you really are indisposed aren’t you? C’mon Cuz, it is time to get up.”

  “I said fu …”

  “Yeah, I heard you the first time and it’s not gonna happen. Come on. Get your ass up and drink this.”

  It took twenty minutes of cursing and back and forth shoveling before Paul pushed himself into sitting position. Slade pushed the Bloody Mary in his hands and ordered him to drink it all. He did, just to get him to shut up. He nearly threw him with the second glass, but dutifully drank the second one as well.

  The next moment he stormed out of the study and Slade heard him hurling in the guest toilet. He leaned against the doorframe, waiting for him to return. When he walked back he was grey and stumbled, rather than walked, holding his head.

  He fell down on the couch and groaned in agony. His head felt as if it split in two.

  “One would think that a thirty four year old man has more sense than to down two bottles of whiskey. Especially one that only drinks socially.”