Professor next Door

by Summer Cooper

  Anne felt almost bereft as Jake finished and disentangled himself from her body. As Jake stood, Anne turned to Ralph. “Fuck me,” she said reaching out to touch him as Jake flopped down onto the bed. She didn’t even have time to stand before Ralph moved behind her and without any preamble and using Jake and Anne’s juices as a lubricant he mounted her and immediately began rutting like a stallion in heat. Ralph held on almost to the point of pain as he thrust against her like a piston. He rode hard, shocking her when he brought his hand down on her ass cheek as he pumped into her. She squeaked at the contact but quickly realized that the sudden shock brought not pain but pleasure. Anne arched her back and Ralph growled with approval, which warmed her with silly happiness at having pleased him. “Do you like being fucked like this, sweetheart?” he asked, he voice tight and low. The grip on her hips tightened when she moaned in answer and he chuckled. “That’s right, you like it rough,” he said, burying his cock into her so deep she thought she could feel it in her belly button. She felt desired and cherished; two feelings she craved her whole life, but had given up on ever experiencing. Jake’s face was suddenly in front of her. “Tell me you like this,” Jake said, pushing some of her hair behind her ear.

  “I love it,” she admitted without shame, gasping as Ralph hit her most sensitive spot inside, causing her to shudder with desire. “Fuck me harder!” she practically screamed.

  “My pleasure,” Ralph said, reaching up to grab some of her hair, forcing her to arch her back more. His cock plunged in and out, the sounds of sex echoed in the richly appointed room as they fucked like animals. Anne couldn’t see Jake as he returned to the bed but she felt his eyes on her the whole time and heard the heavy raggedness of his breathing.

  Anne cried out with each jarring thrust, mindless with lust. It was as if the person she had been before, the singer with no personal life to speak of never existed at all. His Grace and Ralph made her feel sexy and desirable and it carried her to new heights of her own desire. She was not ashamed of her full figure before, but now it felt like the biggest part of her was the best part of her and she could do anything. Suddenly Ralph pumped his load deep inside her causing another shuddering eruption to roll over her like hot lava through a town, crashing down on her nerves and turning her inside out with pleasure. Ralph withdrew and fell onto the bed. Anne stayed on all fours trembling as she fought to come down from her orgasm. It was several moments before either could speak; their breathing hard.

  When she finally came back to herself, Anne felt a blush blooming into her cheeks but forced herself to smile as she stood and turned to look at her new lovers. Both were adorable in a post-sex haze, their eyes at half-mast as they smiled lazily at her. There was new sway to her movements as she sauntered to the bed and stretched herself out between them. “Did I do good?” Anne asked with a worried frown that brought a wrinkle to her forehead.

  “Hell yes,” Jake said, tracing his finger down the column of her back, causing her to shiver. “We are going to have so much fun. By the time we are through with you, you will never be the same.”

  Anne would not be the least surprised, she already felt different. She like it. There was no going back to the woman she was.

  Anne sighed and rolled to her back, loving how both men flanked her. Their spent cocks twitched as if eager to return to the soft, wet core where they seemed to belong. Their gaze darkened and she knew it would not be long until one or both of them were inside her once again.

  Chapter 5

  A week later, she arrived at the theatre to be greeted by yellow tulips along with the wild roses in pink and red she got from Ralph and Jake each night before her show. She was not sure whom the yellow tulips were from since she had never gotten flowers from an admirer other than Jake and Ralph. They smelled wonderful if not as intoxicating as her beloved roses which she immediately stuck in a vase until after the show.

  Jake was trying to get Anne to move into a house instead of staying in her apartment, which was too small for visitors, but so far, Anne had refused. She felt too indebted to them already with all the fine gowns and the accessories to go with them, both necessary and completely unnecessary such as the 32 carat diamond pendant necklace she received from Jake the previous night. They were trying so hard to woo her that she was not sure if she was comfortable with the whole mistress thing. She loved the finer things in life, but Anne was used to living alone, her parents passed away when she was sixteen and immediately taking to the stage to feed herself. She was twenty-three now. She loved the devotion and pleasure they gave but was not sure of the showering of gifts that came with it. She loved being part of something.

  Turning back to the yellow tulips, she wondered once again whom they were from. Little did she know she was about to find out.

  Tonight’s show was fun. She was able to play a wicked villainess who sang a lament at the end before she dies. Laments were soulful, they were the best thing to sing when feeling down, not that she was feeling down exactly. Just contemplative. Anne was curious about the tulips among other things. Like whether she should move like her handsome and sexy men wanted. She was sure they would get their way eventually but she was not sure how long she should draw this whole thing out. She did not want to seem eager for them to spend money on her for in truth she was not. She wanted the soul deep connect of their little tête-à-tête. If only they could be like a family, taking care of each other instead of only a relentless pursuit of pleasure. However, that was not meant to be, Anne thought as she gathered up her hair into hairpins to head home. Today she was not seeing either Jake or Ralph because they had plans so she was headed to her lonely house, which she had not seen in days. Standing from her vanity, she donned her navy pelisse and left out the stage door. Not expecting to see anyone. She had not had any admirers since she started seeing her men, which was a relief since they were not worth her time. Tonight however she was surprised to see Baron Edgecroft waiting at the door, a solitary yellow tulip in hand. Maybe it was curiosity, maybe it was loneliness after so many nights of devoted attention but she approached the Baron and said hello.

  “How are you this evening Baron?” she asked, plastering on a smile.

  “Better now that I have spoken to you,” he said, holding forth the yellow tulip for her to take. She added it to her bouquet, the three colors of yellow, pink, and red not exactly contrasting but looking strange to her just the same.

  Wishing to leave at once, a small feeling of dread appearing in her stomach, Anne stepped back from the Baron, but he only followed. “Would you like an escort home, Ms. Van Rae? Or should I call you Anne?”

  “Ms. Van Rae is fine,” she said with a wane smile. “And I would enjoy the company, thank you,” she said, despite the growing dread.

  They left together, Anne leading slightly as they turned toward her home. It was only a quarter hour’s walk, but it felt much longer. The walk was quiet while neither of them spoke. This was obviously because they had nothing in common. When they drew up in front of her apartment, she began to turn toward the Baron in order to bid him goodnight when he was suddenly upon her. A smooth, clearly hardly worked hand muffled her terrified scream. She immediately began fighting, blindly thrashing against the iron grip that held her as she was swept into a small side alley.

  “Shut up.” The Baron said as he jerked her, and then shoved her hard against the wall. He never seemed like an overly large man, wearing overly bright clothing, and walking with his mahogany cane. Anne heard it fall to the ground. Now he was everywhere, overwhelming her with his presence seeming giant like in stature.

  She barely caught herself in time from sprawling head first into the wall she had been shoved toward. She looked up in wide-eyed terror to see Edgecroft’s glassy eyes. Clearly, he was not in his right mind. A sickening knowing promptly spiraled down the pit of her stomach, paralyzing her. She knew what was coming; this walk had been a ruse.

  “You want this,” Edgecroft slurred as he pressed her up against the alley
wall harshly. Struggling for calm, Anne swallowed hard. She was shaking uncontrollably. Her chest heaved with fear. She tried to back away, sliding along the brick wall. He stopped her, bracing his manicured hand on the wall to block her path. With his other hand, he stroked her hair. He smiled.

  She sobbed out loud.

  “You are sharing yourself with two friends on a nightly basis. It would seem only fair that you would share yourself with me as well. Everything will be just fine, as long as you give me what I came for.”

  “No,” she uttered.

  “Whore, like you have a choice. What kind of slut gives herself to two men at once?” he cried out hoarsely, lowering his stinking mouth and trying to kiss her.

  Wrenching her face away from him, she shrieked but he stifled the sound by slapping his hand once again over her mouth. She fought against his surprising strength, her mind refusing to accept that this was happening. That she was really being attacked in the worst way imaginable. Then his hand, curled around her throat and he ground himself against her, his breath growing raspy in her ear. She grimaced in terror and her stomach churned with nausea as tears welled in her eyes.

  “Nice and easy now, be still,” he growled in a gravelly voice. “You know you want this. You practically asked for it.” He pinned her hands above her head.

  The details of the next few minutes she would never recall fully. The dark world blurred and slowed and all she could hear was her loudly beating heart roaring in her ears. She sobbed and stared up toward the stars, the tiny pinpricks of light the only light in that dark alley. His thrusting pierced her wild, black hysteria as he pinned her against the cold, cutting brick. Tearing her clothing, grabbing, and hurting her. Then suddenly pain beyond any horror she could imagine, pain such as she had never known flashed before her stricken eyes, blinding her sharply like a knife in her belly. The baron thrust erratically before suddenly sagging against her, gasping, and his grip slackening. She fought her way free with a scream and ran towards home.

  “You tell anyone and I’ll take it out on you worse than this,” he shouted, grabbing hold of her again and lifting his cane from the ground. He brought the cane down repeatedly, causing blood to cover her face and body. Suddenly he released her, walking away into the darkness without a care in the world. As if, he had not just ripped her apart from the inside out.

  Blind with crying and the blood that trickled down her face, clothes torn, hair disheveled, she ran to her apartment using the street lamps to guide her. She ran up to her room, shut, and locked the door behind her, sagging against it. What was she to do? Where was she to turn? All she knew was that she could not stay here, so close to where she was attacked. She grabbed a bag and packed two outfits and a nightgown before walking out the door. She just needed a few days. A few days to heal and figure out what she was going to do next.

  Chapter 6

  She wandered the streets, blind with crying on the crowded street. She was not sure which square she had landed in, only that she was not sure where to go. She must have been mistaken in her wild, incoherent state for a drunken streetwalker because the next thing she knew she was in a bed. Apparently, an officer had escorted her to the Magdalen House. She barely remembered the women there who helped her. She only remembered spending three days sitting on a cot against a barren wall with her knees drawn up, and thinking repeatedly that she had no idea how to approach the Duke of Kelfield and Lord Ashford. She was truly a whore that was all she was good for now. Life as she had known it was over. She did not even want to sing anymore. Every time she tried she was hit with this overwhelming feeling of exposure. It was her life on the stage that did this to her, the stage which made her well known enough for this to happen. If she hadn’t been on stage, neither Baron Edgecroft, His Grace, or Ralph would have noticed her. She would have been lonely yes, but she would not have been hurt. Of course she missed His Grace and Ralph terribly, the sad fact was she wanted them back she just hoped they still wanted her. She would just wait a few days before she saw them, just until the small gashes and her face and arms to heal. If only her heart could heal that quickly.

  Those few days turned into a week before the gashes on her face and arms turned into bruises and Anne was able to leave the shelter. Still not wanting to return to her apartment and having nowhere else to turn, Anne turned to her men, afraid of how they would react to her recent attack. Would they turn her away? She was no longer beautiful, probably permanently scarred from the attack, and unsure if she could ever have sex again. Could she handle having even one man, let alone two, take her in the fashion she had grown accustomed?

  Upon arriving at the Duke of Kelfield’s and Lord Ashford’s home she stopped to take in the shear size of it. The place was huge. How did she ever fit in here? With its opulent edging and doorman she was not sure how she was ever allowed in, let alone how should could possibly get in now to talk to Jake and Ralph. Taking a breath, she walked up the steps and knocked on the door, their stodgy butler answering. “Sorry we do not help vagrants here,” the man snarled out, preparing to shut the door in her face.

  “Wait, if you could please just tell His Grace that Anne is here, I do not mind waiting outside,” she near shouted up at the tall man, he must be at least 6 and a half feet.

  The man nodded slowly then shut the door.

  Anne stepped back and continued to look at the place.

  From inside she could hear the loud booming of Ralph “Really you should fire the man for even thinking about leaving the beautiful, incomparable Anne outside like this. Does he have no decorum?”

  “He must have had his reasoning Ralph, lets see why before we pass judgement. She has been gone for over a week who knows what condition she is in now,” said the ever patient Jake as his voice grew the closer he got to the door.

  Just then the door flew opened and Ralph and Jake were there ready to take the world by storm if need be.

  Anne scrambled to make it back to the top step but their simultaneous gasp stopped her, forced her to look up.

  “What happened to you, my poor dear,” Jake started just as Ralph shouted.

  “Tell me who did this! I will treat them in the same poor manner they treated you.”

  “It’s unimportant who did this, just that it’s done.” Anne came out saying, her voice sounding more confident than she felt. “I need a place to stay, but I understand if you do not want a non-mistress staying in your mistress house. That house should be reserved for whoever takes my place for you.”

  “Do not be ridiculous.”

  “Of course you cannot stay in the Mistress House,” Jake nearly snapped.

  “Oh I understand, sorry for taking up your time.”

  “Wait right there Anne, this is not a conversation for the front steps of our house,” Jake said grabbing her arm and dragging her with him into the entryway followed by the parlour.

  “We were just talking about taking a trip to our home in Cumberland,” Ralph said.

  “You will have to come with us, at least until you are healed up.” Jake finished.

  “What kind of mistress would I be if I’m just there to heal and not sleep with you?” Anne said while wondering if it was even possible for them to help her without the pursuit of pleasure getting in the way.

  “We can take care of women without sleeping with them,” Jake said with a pout. “Remember Ralph has a sister, we have taken care of someone else before ourselves.”

  “I do not wish to be indebted to you.”

  “Of course not, we wanted to give you a house for weeks now, why would it be any worse to live with us somewhere else.” Ralph said, “I will send word ahead for the house staff and we’ll head out tomorrow. In the meantime, let us head to your place and get your beautiful things.”

  Anne really didn’t want to do that, but she could not leave her things behind, hopefully nothing had been stolen.

  There was no real war, no cannons, and no bullets. The armies that fought were within her, fighting as though
they would tear her soul apart, but she could not run. Jake and Ralph had bought those beautiful things for her and she was going to get them, no cowering in the shadows of her powerful protectors. Of course, the Baron was not even there to worry about, but she could still feel the pain of her attack, the feeling of being torn apart from the inside. It may only be a small victory but she would know she had done it, and that would be enough. They went into the apartment, the huge men barely fitting into the small space. They packed up her belongings and left the building, hopefully for the last time when she saw him. He was wearing a magenta suit and carrying that mahogany cane, causing her breath to falter. I will not run. I will not run. I will not run, she repeated the mantra in her head over and over with each step, though the sight of the mahogany cane made her want to hide, working like a force to hold her back by her consciousness like a solid wall. She refused to cower but passed, looking the monster in the eye to let him see she would no longer fear him. He might never understand the meaning, but she would know she had done it and that would be enough. It was his voice screaming in her nightmares, she thought as he let out a laugh with his friends. She was afraid--so afraid--and shaking, icy with fear down to her fingertips. She came with an ally, her hand on Jake’s arm.

  “Anne--”

  “It’s all right, let’s just go home,” she heard herself say as if from a distance, over the rushing of her blood in her ears. God bless Jake, he did not understand but he went with her anyway, loading her into the carriage. The two of them climbed in behind her and they took off down the street.