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ONE
“ROSE… Rose… Sexy little girl.” Preston groans into my ear.
“Mmm,” I moan, feeling his hands roam the entirety of my body, living my fantasies in real time.
“Rose…” I hear him grunting. My pussy is hot with moisture. I need him to touch me there. I never want it to change. I love this.
“Yes… yes! Cum for me daddy… please,” I beg him between short breaths. “Oh, please cum on me…”
Sunlight beams into the cracks of my eyes and I quickly shut the slits that somehow found their way open. No, no, no. Go back to sleep. Go back to sleep. I beg him and then what? Did daddy cum?
“Ughhhh,” I groan with disappointment. My eyes slightly peel open, unable to finish the lovely dream that rolled so vividly in my mind. I whine lowly as my morning voice adjusts to normalcy, “It felt so real.”
Obviously upset, I kiss my teeth. As my body starts to wake up, I yawn and stretch my arms. I pout, which makes my lips lightly smack together, making my tongue press against the roof of my mouth. This salty taste becomes apparent. I tap my tongue, wondering why my saliva tastes salty. I don’t think much of it until I touch my face, specifically around the corners of my mouth.
“Ugh.” I sit up and push the fluffy black comforter down to my waist. “I drooled.” I wipe away at it. I haven’t done that in years… Talk about a wet dream.
Wait… I stop wiping my face. Black comforter? What happened to my pastel purple comforter? I look around, take in my surroundings and remember where I am.
I gasp and cover my mouth, a smile pushing the bumps of my cheeks up. This is Preston’s bedroom, and his bed sheets. I slept in is bed last night, but I don’t remember coming up here. My head whips to side of me on this large king-sized mattress for sight of Preston, though he’s not here.
Wasn’t Preston supposed to take me home last night? The last thing I remember is us watching a movie and…That’s right.
“I… I…” I clasp either cheek in my hands, and whisper to myself, needing to hear the words out loud to believe them. “I came on top of Preston.” I pull the sheets to my face in embarrassment, taking in the familiar musk of Preston… Daddy. I squeal, shaking my head. I continue to do so as I roll about in the bed, rumpling the covers all around me. I can’t believe I did that!
There’s a panicked knock on the bedroom door before I see Preston walk in. I meet his eyes, yelp and then hide under the covers. I look a mess! I don’t want him to see me. But I don’t have much of a choice when Preston comes over and yanks the blankets off of me.
“No!” I whine and hide my face with my arms.
“What’s wrong, Rose?” He grabs a wrist and pulls it away from me and toward him. Now, I’m only left with one arm to cover this embarrassing drool on my face. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine. Just… don’t look at me.”
“What?” Preston says, confused by my response. “I heard you screaming.”
I peek at him from behind my forearm and see how disturbed his expression is. He’s worried about me.
“I’m okay, I was just… thinking about something.” I blush, hoping he can’t tell what it is specifically I’m thinking about. “I didn’t want you to see that I drooled…”
I frown, extremely embarrassed, trying my best to align my arm with the corners of lips. I know he saw me rolling about his bed like a child when he entered the room. The thin straps from my tank top are hanging off my shoulders because of how I’d been flailing about. My hair is disheveled, and the fabric of my skirt is bundled at the crease of my hips as I have my legs up to my chest and slightly parted.
I look to him and see if he’s listening, then watch his eyes descend from my own, past my bare shoulders, over my stomach, and stop between my legs. He lets go of my wrist, then grabs ahold of the covers and proceeds to throw it over my head. I stare into the space of darkness casted by the blankets and blink, aware that I’ve flashed my panties at Preston. Not that I meant to as he’s the one who pulled the blankets when I was trying to hide myself.
“Sorry,” I hear his voice dissipate as he moves further from the bed. “I meant to come and wake you. It’s time for school.” The bedroom door suddenly shuts, and I no longer hear him.
I slowly pull the blankets off, holding them just beneath my eyes as I look over the empty room. Did he at least like what he saw?
Last night… when I held his hand over my breast, it made him hard. For the first time, I felt attractive in front of Preston. I’m so lucky. Although, it’s hard to hide the slight guilt I feel for taking advantage of him.
“You’re like a daughter to me.” The words strike me in the heart as it replays. He doesn’t look at me in that way, yet I took advantage of the fact that he’s still a man. One who probably had many unsatisfied urges. It’s natural that he would react that way, but I wish he would use me to help him. I slouch in the bed, knowing that he’d never do such a thing.
TWO
I get up and walk into the bathroom. It’s huge and neat, like every other room in the house. There is both a jetted bathtub and a shower, which even has space to seat two people. The marble counters sparkled, and the tiled floors were spotless. I step onto the small rug in front of the double vanity sink and look into the mirror. Hopefully Preston didn’t notice the dried saliva at the sides of my mouth. I notice more of it has crusted in my sideburn and also my front hairline.
“What the hell? I sleep in Preston’s bed for the first time and drool everywhere? What is wrong with me?” I blame the vivid dream I had of the two of us and shake my head.
I rinse my face off and take what I presume to be Preston’s towel and wipe it over my face, taking in all the scents I can of him. I exhale dreamily and set the towel back in place, then step out of the bathroom, out of the master bedroom, and head downstairs.
I walk through the living, kitchen, and dining room to meet with Preston, but he’s not in any of those places.
“Preston?” I tread carefully, weary of the last time I snuck up on him. His house is too gorgeous for there to be a hole in it. I check the guest bedrooms, knocking on the door before entering. “Preston?” I peak my head in and see a baseball bat leaned against a nightstand. Then I see my beloved lying in the bed next to it.
I whisper his name and quietly walk into the room… He’s sleeping. Is this where he’d spent the night? He should’ve crawled into bed with me. I look at the clock hanging on the wall and know he should be getting ready for work. Although, I have his class later in the afternoon, he has morning seminars. I’m always sneaking glances at him before most of my classes so I would know.
I should wake him. I go to do so, and lean beside the bed, but I get stuck looking at his face. He’s lying on his side, above the neatly made covers with one arm beneath the pillow supporting his head. Pieces of his short, light brown hair sprawled on top of his head. I don’t restrain myself from reaching out and brushing it from his face. It’s pointless as it falls right back in place, but that just gives me ample reasons to touch him.
I’m too scared to line the bridge of his nose, as I may wake him from his serenity, but as my eyes grow greedy looking over his broad shoulders and chest, I can’t help but want to touch more. I check to see if his eyes are still shut, and they are, then I lightly place my hand on his bulging arms, my fingers gliding up and down while I shudder with arousal. Wow. He’s so built.
Last night, Preston’s strong arms held me up in the air with such ease. The only strain I felt from him was his need to remove me. His manhood was fully erect, and I don’t think it’s just because of some wind. This sexy older man was hard for me, right? Even if it were only for a moment. Even if it were simply an accident, seeing as though he apologized right after and almost made me get off of him. But I begged him otherwise, and thankfully he allowed it. I got to feel more of him, even though he didn’t really want to. I glide from the muscles on his arms to the muscles over his chest and already feel my pussy getting wet.
This is what I’d been lying against last night when I felt Preston caressing me. It was more than I’ve ever felt him touch me before. It was utter bliss. I couldn’t stop myself from placing my hand between my legs and having one of the best orgasms ever. I love how he touched me, but was that a fatherly touch? Other than me holding him to my breast, Preston hadn’t done anything but massage me.
I shake my head. I don’t want any of it to be an accident, and I hate that he apologized for getting turned on because of me. I could tell how big he is just from the tip. I wish I could’ve turned around and put it in my mouth, but I know he wouldn’t tolerate it. I sigh and settle for caressing his delicious chest while he sleeps. I trail my fingers up his large chest, my tongue begging for a taste, my eyes yearning for sneaky peeks as they connect with the green eyes watching me intensely.
THREE
I shriek and fall backwards on my ass. Preston sits up on the bed and straightens his shoulders as I avoid his gaze and look down at my knees. Crap, he probably thinks I’m a total creep!
“I— I thought I should wake you.” I pinch my lips as if I’d done something wrong, which I probably have. Is it bad that I’d do it again if an opportunity presented itself?
I reluctantly look up to him, well aware of his gaze on me as he sits with his legs open, making me want to crawl the few feet between us and unbutton his shorts. Then he stands, hovering over me like the Eiffel tower and offers his hand out to me.
I smile and take it, standing to my feet.
“Good morning,” he tells me. Although, I feel it is a bit out of place given the circumstance.
That doesn’t stop me from happily greeting him back. “Good morning!” He doesn’t say another word and instead walks out the door. I follow after him until he stops at the stairs and looks to me.
“I’ll go shower and be down soon to take you home.”
“Okay, should I make us some breakfast in the meantime?”
“No dear, that’s fine.”
“I don’t mind.” I persist as I’ve always wanted to cook a meal for Preston.
Preston offers me a smile. “I don’t have any food in the house, remember? Just rest down here, okay? I’ll be ready soon.”
I nod and beam a smile at Preston, hiding bits of disappointment as he goes up the stairs. I go into the kitchen and check the fridge, every inch of his cabinets, and pantry. All I find are some beers, stale crackers, old spices and whole coffee beans. He really has nothing to eat here… but he does drink coffee!
I grab the beans and slide in my socks over to the counter where the coffee machine is. I take a filter basket, put it into the machine with a handful of beans and start the brew. I smile, happy that I can do something for my beloved.
Boredom sets in and I wonder what else I can do for Preston. I get an idea that has me sneaking up the stairs and into the master bedroom. I hear the shower running in the bathroom and my imagination begins to go wild.
“Focus, Rose. Sneak in and out.” I snap out of my thoughts and find my way into the walk-in closet. It’s huge, but only fills with a few of Preston’s clothes, a dresser and glass case with all of Preston’s expensive watches. There are also suits and ties hanging in another section of the closet, but my focus is preparing an outfit so he can be ready for work.
I’ve been watching Preston for so many years, so I know his esthetic perfectly. It’s not long before I pick out his clothes for the day. I take a pair of blue jeans and a simple dark grey tee. I dig into the drawers and find neatly folded socks and boxers. I blush, pulling out the first pair of boxers I see and grab a pair of black calf socks before closing the drawers. I can’t linger around. I carry the articles of clothing out of the room and am flabbergasted to see how I’ve left the bed a mess.
I quickly fix it up to how it was before I slept in it, and then set the clothes on the bed so he can see them when he walks out of the shower. I lay out the jeans and then place the shirt right on top. I neatly lay the folded boxers and socks beside the outfit.
“There!” I say, feeling proud of myself for doing this. I’m about ready to leave the room when I forget to grab a watch to go with the outfit. I hurry into the closet, grab a black watch with silver rims and then stop as I overlook a few bottles of cologne. I didn’t notice them behind the case of watches before. I smell the tip of each one and grab my favorite. I quickly place them both beside his shirt on the bed, then hurry to leave the room as I can already smell the familiar woody scent of his soap.
I turn and the bathroom door swings open, revealing Preston’s half naked body. There’s only a towel covering his erotic parts, and I notice it’s the same towel I had wiped my face with this morning.
My mouth falls agape, and I try to speak. “I, uhm…”
His eyes grow dark. Did I properly piss him off this time? He told me to wait for him downstairs, but I came upstairs and into his bedroom. “I— I’m sorry. I tried to come in quickly and leave. I—I wanted to pick out an outfit for you… since…” the more I become nervous the longer it takes for these words to come out, “since… I couldn’t… make you breakfast.” Blood rushes to my face as the masculine scent of his soap overwhelms my senses. I realize I should just leave before I make things worse.
I pick up my feet and scurry to the door. Then Preston quickly moves in front of me, and like a predator seizing his fleeting prey, he grabs ahold of my arm, squeezing me tightly. I don’t think he realizes the difference in our strength every time he grabs me. I wince at the pain and look into Preston’s eyes. They’re the same emerald color they’ve always been, but there are flames lit within them. Again, it feels like I’m in trouble. But standing in his room, with him half-naked, makes me excited. My pussy throbs begging to be touched by his angry fingers. What is wrong with me?
“Rose,” he grunts, my name slipping between his lips, just like in my dreams last night.
“Yes,” I respond with urgency, wanting to get the words out as quickly as possible and ready to submit to him. I don’t bat away. I can’t. I’m locked onto him.
His grip tightens on my arm, and I can’t pretend it doesn’t hurt. I’m the first to break eye contact, but I don’t want him to let go of me. I’m panting now. I want more. Please, keep touching me.
“Leave the room. Quickly.” Preston let’s go and I’m devastated.
“But… you stopped me.” Why did he stop me if he wants me to leave now? What is he thinking about? “I want to stay.”
He doesn’t turn away from me like he normally would, keeping his promise not to put distance between us. He still watches me, inches from my face as I say these words to him.
“I want to stay with you.” My eyes plead with him. Please touch me.
He winces as if he’s in pain, clenching his jaw as he shuts his eyes. “Babygirl.”
I nearly turn to putty. He’s never called me that before. “Yes,” I respond softly, wanting to confirm it really is me he’s talking to. Although, I’m the only other person in the room with him.
“Even if you see me as a father, you shouldn’t be in here as I get dressed.” His face hardens and his expression is cold when he opens his eyes and they fall onto me.
The words sting, even though I know my place. I don’t fight him on it. The only thing I can do is listen, “Okay, daddy,” and follow the plan I commenced as soon as he said those vicious words to me outside his home. I look down, saddened by his response and watch his fist tighten to a ball.
I walk away and leave his room, shutting the door behind me, wondering how much more desperate I’m willing to get.
FOUR
DADDY DROPS me off at home and walks me to the door. I turn to him, and smile appreciatively, both at him dropping me off and wearing the clothes I had picked out for him.
“Alright, dear. I’ll see you in class and afterschool.”
I nod as we both agreed that I needed the extra lessons. He turns to walk back to his car, and I stop him by grabbing his hand into both of mine.
“Wait! You didn’t say goodbye.”
He smiles and pats me on the head, “Goodbye, Rose. I’ll see you later today.”
I giggle, fully enjoying the attention. I place my hands on his shoulders and tell him I want a hug. He happily obliges and wraps his large muscles around me.
“I like it when you hold me, daddy.” I say these words to him, wishing we can stay like this forever, and as per usual, I gain no response. Then, I feel his arms loosen around my waist. I speak, making him pause in the midst, just enough for us to look intimately at each other.
“Remember what Professor Clément taught me?” I ask and don’t wait for a response before I push off my toes and tilt my head. My cheek lies onto his as I kiss the air and slowly pull away to look at him. I can’t read his expression when I go to the other side of his cheek and repeat what I’d learn, using it to my advantage.
I pull away and stop no more than three inches from his face. His breath mixes with mine as I inhale the wonderful scent of his cologne. He groans and I feel the vibration reverberate from his chest and through my body. It’s as if there’s something he wants to say but refuses to do so.
“Yes, daddy?” I whisper, bringing my lips about an inch closer than they were before as my other set of lips gets slippery. What does he want to tell me?
“I’m going to be late.” He fully releases me, and my arms are forced away from his shoulders and to my sides. “Get to school safely.” Daddy says, giving me those dark eyes before sauntering off to his car.
“I will. You, too!” I tell him as he rounds the front of his car and into the driver’s seat. I walk to the edge of the foyer and watch the man of my dreams pull out of the driveway, knowing well that I can’t have him. No matter how much my love inadvertently dejects me, I can’t change the way my heart beats and aches for him.
***
It’s midday when I walk into daddy’s classroom, heartbreak buried deep beneath my infatuation for him. “You’re like a daughter to me,” the words repeat over and over again in my mind like a plague.
“Miss Kanyenda.” He greets me, acting as if he hadn’t embraced me like a lover this morning. “Your new seat is up here.”
He points to a seat in the front row, on the other side of the classroom. I wonder why the sudden seat change, but I don’t complain about it. I get to be closer to him!
“Oh, okay.” I say with a faint smile.
He returns the gesture and diverts his attention to another student, talking about test scores and what not. He’s in teacher mode, but I want to break that boundary and make it work for me.
Daddy instructs us to take out our textbook and yesterday’s assignment. I do just that and place my backpack on the floor, watching him dominate the class like he does with every session. Wearing a skirt makes it easy to pleasure myself as I slid my fingers between my legs. Of course, I’m already moist just being in his presence.
I understand our relationship and what it means to him. Especially after he told me he loves me and broke my heart when he meant it only as a father. It’s why I reacted the way I did at his house. I’m his daughter, right? That means he’s my daddy. So, I called him that. I begged him to let me watch the movie as I made him take my breast. I’m a child in his eyes. My body means nothing to him, right? But I could never see him that way.
I don’t care how one-sided I’m being. Daddy is the only man for me. He’s all I want, but the feelings aren’t mutual. He’s made that very clear. But if I’m to give up, then my fantasy is all I have and I’m going to use his body to do that.
He finally let me touch him last night. I did what I’d been dreaming of for years when he allowed me to sit in his lap. He was clueless to how I was pleasuring myself with orgasms and he doesn’t have to know how he’ll be helping me get off in his classroom. I’m excited and I want more from him. If I had the strength he had, I would pull him out of the classroom and just take him right now, ride his dick as if it were my own. No. Daddy is mine.
I put pressure on my clit and breathe with ecstasy as I imagine it’s his fingers, enjoying the fact that my classmates have no idea I slept in our teacher’s bed last night. I’m immediately aroused as I circle my little bead, varying the motion as I watch him teach the class.
“Alright. Go ahead and finish your assignments. Raise your hand if you need any help?” I quickly do so, and daddy comes over. “Miss Kanyenda, is there something you’re confused about?”
“Yes,” I explain to him what it is, and he crouches down to help me. He says a few words and goes through the steps of understanding this problem, then he stops to look at me. Yes! Just what I want!
I circle my clit with his eyes on me, enjoying his confused yet alarmed gaze. He leans over and reaches under the table and touches me where I want him to the most… at least in my mind he does.
“Do you understand, Miss Kanyenda?” he asks.
“Yes, daddy,” I say a little louder than I intended, increasing the pace between my legs. I’m going to cum.
“What do think you’re doing!?” Preston’s voice roars, even to the back of the classroom as he stands up.
I quickly remove my hand from between my legs, fix my skirt, and look up at him from my seat. I clasp my hands together in my lap as I watch his expression grow angry. His chest is heaving as he breathes heavily. I try to explain myself, but daddy doesn’t let me get a word out. “Get out of my classroom, Miss Kanyenda.”
People are whispering around me and I’m suddenly aware of all the eyes on me. I’m totally embarrassed and frown at my teacher before running out of the classroom.
FIVE
I end up standing in the hall until the class is over, watching everyone leave out and snicker as they pass me by. My professor steps out and looks at me, his eyes softer than they’d been earlier. “Come inside.”
I wait for the last student to leave the classroom before I walk back inside, holding back the tears that want to form. I watch him shut the classroom door and cover the small window, but I don’t want to have this talk right now. I can’t even enjoy my fantasy to myself.
Professor Quinn walks to his desk and sits on the edge. “Come here.” He says and motions for me to go to him.
I stand in front of my teacher, pouting and looking anywhere else but directly at him. I already know what he’s going to say. How many times am I going to get rejected?
“Rose, honestly, what were you thinking? You know you can’t say something like that. We’re on school grou—”
I place a finger over his lips and shush him. The same finger I’d used to pleasure myself, wanting him to smell me, wanting him to know what he makes me do every time I think about him or see him. “You don’t have to explain any further. I understand. I’m sorry for saying that in front of other people. I won’t do it again.” He doesn’t want anyone to know we have any relations whatsoever.
My expression is subdued as I grab my backpack and stuff from the desk, and then leave the classroom. I go to the rest of my classes thinking about what happened, and if I should finally give up. How long can these one-sided feelings go on for?
On my way home, I think about what I should do about Preston. Out of view from other people, I sit at the window seat and stare past my blurry vision and outside the bus window. I can’t help the tears that fall, realizing that no plan of mine is going to make him fall in love with me. Our relationship isn’t going to move further from what it is now. There’s nothing I can do about it. He’s made himself clear and I should act as so.
I arrive home and am there for about an hour before Professor Quinn comes by the house to pick me up. I’d already wiped my face dry, but I’m not able to plaster a fake smile. Even standing in front him, keeping my composure is forced.
I choose to focus on the lesson when we arrive at his home. I want anything to distract me from this horrible feeling, even though it’s from the person who’s made me feel this way. I don’t have a choice. I told him I wouldn’t run away from him and I won’t, but…
“Do you understand?” he asks, after going through another chapter with me.
“Yes,” I say, giving him a few examples to explain Bell’s theorem and how both him and fellow scientists have used hidden variables to run a million boring tests against quantum entanglement.
I don’t hear a response, so I look to my teacher and he’s smiling ear to ear.
“Wow. Rose, you picked that up so quickly. I’m glad I’m getting through to you.” It’s been a while since I’ve seen his expression like that. He’s happy but I’m unable to return the feeling. It seems he’s picked up on it by the sudden shift in his expression.
“Sweetheart, I noticed that you’re—”
The doorbell rings, drawing both of our attention.
Professor Quinn’s brows furrow together, “Hm. I’m not having any guests.”
“Maybe it’s a salesman?” I suggest.
“Maybe. Stay here, I’ll go check.”
I sit a while waiting for my teacher to come back, but he doesn’t. I decide to see what’s taking him so long. I walk over to the front and he’s standing in the doorway about to shut the door when the person who came by stops him.
“Wait! Rose’s dad said she’d be here.”
His voice sounds familiar. I walk closer to the door behind Professor Quinn and see the man’s face as he smiles at me.
“Rose!”
My brows crunch toward the center, trying to make sense of things. “Tom?”
“Yeah, it’s me.”
I walk in front of my teacher, standing fully in the doorway now. “Oh, my God.”
He opens his arm for a hug, like he always did and the past. I’m just barely able to wrap my arms around his neck with his new height, and to my surprise, he picks me up and spins me around before setting me back to my feet. “Long time no see.”
“Yeah,” I agree, nodding my head with the biggest smile. “Holy crap, you look so different. You’re taller and bulkier.” He turned into a total hunk, not that he wasn’t handsome before.
He laughs. “You haven’t grown much height wise, but I can see you’ve definitely shaped out.” He looks me over from head to toe. “You look amazing.”
“Thank you! I can’t believe you’re in town. What are you doing here?”
“Well, if you could spare me some of your time, I can tell you. Don’t worry, I promise not to make fun of your hair.”
I giggle at his joke. It’s been 5 years since I last saw him, but it feels like it’s only been 5 days. He’s so familiar.
“Yeah, definitely! Let me grab my stuff.”
“Don’t worry Mr. Quinn. I’ll be very nice.” Tom says to Professor Quinn and I almost forget he’s there. I turn to look at him and he’s staring at me with those cold eyes, unresponsive toward my ex-boyfriend.
I turn back to Tom, “I’ll be out in a little bit.”
“Sounds good, babe. I’ll be in the car waiting for you.”
“Okay, see you soon!”
As soon as I’m out of the doorway my professor shuts the door, which was a bit abrupt. I check to see if he means anything by it, but he doesn’t say anything as he holds the door handle, his back turned toward me.
So, I quickly go down the hall and into the study room. Our study session is nearly over as there’s only twenty minutes left. He even said I was doing well himself so I’m sure he wouldn’t care about me leaving a bit early.
I leave out the study room and back to the front of the house where he is leaned against the wall, watching me come into view.
I speak first, “I’m going to head out first. Thank you for the lesson Pres—” I pause, wanting to separate my heartbroken feelings, wanting to be on the same page as him. I correct myself, “Professor Quinn. See you tomorrow. Bye.”
I reach for the door handle and before I can, he stands in front of me and grabs ahold of my arm. “Rose, aren’t you forgetting something?”
I think about it and slip my backpack strap off my shoulder when he lets me go to check. “I don’t think so.” I unzip the bag and move my belongings around. “Nope, everything’s here.” I tell him as I see my phone and physics textbook inside. I didn’t bring much else besides those two. “I’m good,” I say giving him a faint smile. It’s hard looking at him and pretending everything is okay with me. But I have to hide it better. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” I zip the bag and hang the strap over my shoulder, then step aside for the door. Professor Quinn steps aside just as I do and blocks my path. Then he removes my backpack and swings it to the floor.
My eyes widen at the sudden action, “Is… Is something wrong?”
“You forgot.” Preston’s voice is deep and hungry as he takes my wrist in his hand and places it to his shoulder and does the same with my other. He leans toward me, which forces my arms to wrap around his neck as he pulls my stomach to his. I look into his eyes, and still, I’m unable to read what he’s conveying. They’re always cold and hard.
I blink, wanting to understand him as my heart beats faster. He leans closer to me and places his cheek to mine. Then it finally clicks. This is what he meant when he asked if I was forgetting something. Just like I had insinuated to him this morning, I wasn’t properly saying goodbye to him. My professor lifts his face and looks into my eyes before placing his cheek to the other side of my face.
He lifts his face once more, only stopping to look me in the eyes again. My mind wishes to roam with fantasies and close the gap, but I know where I stand with him. I expect my teacher to release me after this, but he doesn’t move. Instead he holds me tighter to him, the tips of my toes are just barely touching the floor as he pulls me into him. Being this close ignites the lust I’m trying so hard to hide away. No… I want to separate my feelings. This is too confusing. Tears well in my eyes as I try to fight back these emotions. But he’s embracing me. I don’t want to hold back. I… I really want him.
“…daddy,” I whisper without thinking, knowing the consequences for such actions, and ready to take his scolding, but as soon as his name leaves my mouth, he closes the gap, pressing his lips to mine. My eyes widen and my mind goes blank, though his lips move softly against mine, forcing my lips to part. I’m pressed against his chest, yet he tightens his grip around me and somehow brings me even closer to him, forcing a breath out of me in the process.
I gasp, collecting the lustful air I’d just lost, slowly bringing my tear-filled eyes shut as the small bits of liquid that built themselves up, fall through the corners and down my cheeks. I melt into the passion of his lips and finally kiss him back, heat rising onto my cheek when I feel him groan against my mouth—the vibration running through my lips—ecstasy building rapidly through my body. Then it stops. Silence hangs over my head and I’m left to catch my breath.
“You said you wanted to practice… Don’t you forget next time. Understand?” Preston warns me between his own heavy breaths and I’m unable to say anything at all. Gradually, he releases me, setting me onto my feet as I watch a foggy version of his broad shoulders sauntering down the hall. I’m only able to stand a few seconds before collapsing to the floor. What…
Preston he… kissed me?
To Be Continued…
Authors Note:
There’s sooo much tension in that cliffhanger! 
I’m going to do my best to get this next part to you all ASAP. Help speed up the process by supporting me! 
Thank you so much for reading, my little bunnie! Leave a comment to let me know what you think of the series thus far!
THEMES & GENRES
Age Gap, Age Play, Alpha, Bdsm, Billionaire, Breeding, Bully, BWWM, Consensual Sex, Creampie, Cum Swallowing, Daddy Dom/Little Girl (DDLG), Dark, Domination, Dubious Consent (Dubcon), Edging, Erotic, Exhibitionism, Explicit, First Time, Forced, Groped, Happily Ever After (HEA), Humiliation, Instalove, Interracial, Jealousy, Kink, Love, Love Triangle, Non-Consensual Sex (Noncon), Obsessive, Older Man/Younger Woman, Oral, Pervert, Possessive, Praise, Punishment, Reluctant, Reverse Harem, Romance, Rough, Short Stories, Slow Burn, Spanking, Submission, Used, Virgin, Voyeur
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