by JB Duvane
“Yes, Sir. Have a good weekend.”
I passed by my secretary without responding and headed to my car. The campus was fairly large and the dorms were on the other side, so I drove to Ashley’s building and parked my car. It was the middle of the day—not exactly the time I’d ever planned on going over there, considering how easy it would be for someone to see me. But I didn’t have much choice. I didn’t know if the police had already been in her room, and if they had, and found the surveillance cameras I’d set up, I was in trouble.
Not that they would easily be able to trace them back to me, but it was possible. I had a key that one of the cleaning staff had given me before the semester started, and I had been the one to assign the room to her. If someone tried they could definitely put things together.
The chances that the police had already been to her dorm room were slim, though. She had only been missing a day … a day and a half at most. That couldn’t possibly be enough time for them to start a full-fledged search. Especially when there was no apparent sign of foul play. I had no idea what that little asshole was doing claiming she was missing. She would go for days without seeing him, and as far as I knew they had no plans to meet up yesterday. If this was all because he was hoping to get his dick wet, I was going to strangle the little bastard.
I made my way up to Ashley’s room and knocked quietly on the door. I didn’t want to bust right in, using a set of keys that I really had no right to have in my possession. That wouldn’t look very good at all.
Once I got inside and locked the door, I worked quickly, removing the two cameras I’d installed. One was a lower quality camera that was inside a decoy smoke detector. That was the one that had a view of the entire room. If the angle was right, I could watch Ashley’s face while she was on the computer, as well as see what she was doing in pretty much every corner of the room. I got on a chair and pulled the entire unit down. It had been wired into an old socket, and I just left those wires dangling. I hoped no one would notice them because I didn’t have time to deal with them now.
The other camera was a very high quality mini camera that had been installed across the room, and had just happened to be at the perfect height to view Ashley’s computer screen. I had been able to read all of her correspondences anytime she was on her computer or see anything she looked at or searched for. As I pulled that camera, I realized it would probably be a good idea to take her laptop too. I wasn’t sure if she even had it password protected, and I didn’t want to take any risks.
But just as I shoved the cameras into my briefcase and started for the laptop, I heard voices in the hall. I slammed my case shut and looked around the room in a panic. I hoped that maybe the sound from the hallway was amplified in the room, but as soon as I heard a key sliding into the lock I knew I was screwed. Within seconds the door was open and two police officers walked in, along with that Justin kid.
“What are you doing in here?” one of the policemen asked. I put my hands up in front of me because they both looked like they were about to draw their guns.
“I’m Prof. Drake McDermott, Dean of Humanities. My secretary told me that Ms. Neil had been reported missing.”
“So you came into her room?” The little twerp was looking at me like he was ready to fight me, for some reason. I just scowled in his general direction and address the police officers again.
“As one of the deans I have access to all of the student’s room keys, and since Ashley was on suicide watch throughout the first month of the semester, I thought it would be best if I checked up on her. Have I broken any laws, gentlemen?” I knew I really had no business being there. This was something an RA or maybe one of Ashley’s own professors would look into, but not a dean.
“Was Ashley one of your students?”
“No … not yet, anyway. She was in my department and … well, to be honest she was a friend of the family. She was my daughter’s best friend … for their entire lives, practically.”
“Was?” one of the officers asked. “What do you mean was?”
“My daughter passed away over a year ago. There was an accident and it hit everyone very hard, especially Ashley … Ms. Neil. My daughter’s death, as well as the death of Ms. Neil’s own parents … well, that’s the reason Ashley was on suicide watch. She’d tried to kill herself after … after everything happened, and … to be honest, I was worried about her. That’s why I came up here.”
“So you just let yourself in?” There was that kid again. Why was he acting like he cared so much? He didn’t seem to care about what Ashley wanted every time he tried to get into her pants. I was seriously about to strangle him.
“I knocked and there was no answer, so yes, of course I let myself in.” I couldn’t even bring myself to address that little asshole. I just looked right at the police officers. “Have you heard anything at all?”
“No, Sir. We just opened the file on this one. We’re going to talk to everyone who knew the girl—had any contact with her in the last forty-eight hours—and see if we can find anything.”
My mind immediately jumped to the chat conversation—the one where I told her to pick up her phone. I silently thanked the lord that I hadn’t made those arrangements online, but still, I was the last person to have talked to her. I wished I’d been able to get the damned computer into my briefcase in time. I didn’t know if they were going to take it with them, but they might.
“Well, if you find anything out at all, please let me know.” I reached into my pocket and pulled out one of my cards. “My cell number is on here, as well as my home phone. Call anytime of day or night.”
“We will, Mr. McDermott.”
“Do you need anything else from me?” I asked, not looking anywhere near that Justin kid. Just the thought of him with his hands on Ashley, trying to get his little prick in her made me want to rip his head off. “I have to get back for a meeting.”
“Wait. If she killed herself why wouldn’t she have just done it here? Where’s her body?”
That fucking kid. I looked over at him and gave him the most intimidating vibe I could without looking like an ass in front of the cops. “Who are you, exactly?” I asked. I wanted him to know just how insignificant he was in this whole conversation.
“Justin Hayes, I’m Ashley’s boyfriend.”
Not anymore, you’re not, I thought to myself as my eyes narrowed in on his.
“And you’re the one who alerted the police to her absence?”
“Yeah, I told the RA last night and called the cops this morning. It’s not like her to be gone so long. She never goes anywhere. I can barely get her to come over to my place—“
“I’m sure the police officers here are interested in your story, son. But as to what happened to her … I imagine that they also appreciate as much information as they can get with a missing person.”
“I’m just saying she didn’t seem like she wanted to kill herself, is all.”
“Well, thank you for your input, Justin, but I’m sure the police are interested in looking into all possible angles. Now if you’ll excuse me,” I said to the officers.
“Uh, yeah, sure, Mr. McDermott. I don’t think we have any more questions for you right now. But we’ll give you a call if we do.”
I left the room as calmly as possible, then got the hell out of that building. I held my breath until I got to my car. I couldn’t believe how stupid I’d been, leaving everything in her room like that. I’d planned the whole thing out for weeks, and the one thing I’d neglected to take care of was the goddamned evidence in her room. There was nothing linking me to her through the cam girl site, though. I’d set all that up under another identity. Luckily Daddyland didn’t have as high level of background checks as they thought they did.
But now that one of my mistakes just about got me in hot water with the cops, I was nervous that I’d left an online trail somewhere.
Chapter 9 - Ashley
After I ate breakfast I had a hard time concentrating on anythi
ng. I wasn’t used to not having my computer and I missed just wandering around to random forums and websites. I really hoped that this wasn’t going to be indicative of my life here, however long it was going to be. I didn’t care about going out into the real world at all, but I wanted to be able to interact with people online on some level. I wanted Sir to know that I wouldn’t turn him in or anything. I just wished I knew more about what was going on.
Just before noon there was a knock on the door and I followed my instructions so that Sir could enter. I wanted to see him so badly, though. Picturing him with Jessica’s dad’s face in my head was nice, but I couldn’t help but imagine how incredible it would be to see his real face—to look into his eyes.
Sir didn’t say anything when he came into the room. I heard him cross over to the bed where I had been sitting, and when I felt him near me I sucked in my breath. There was that incredible smell again. So manly and slightly woodsy—like a really well-dressed mountain man. I smiled at that thought and suddenly felt his thumb on my lips.
His hand caressed my jaw as his thumb continued to move over the sensitive skin of my lips, then up and across my cheekbone. I could feel him drawing nearer with each breath, his coming hot and fast on my skin.
I heard his shoes drop to the floor, then felt the bed dip on either side of me. He was straddling me now, one knee on either side of my hips and one hand holding each side of my face. I let out a sigh when I felt his lips finally touch my skin. He braced himself, pressing his forehead into mine, while his thumb traced the skin around my mouth. I felt the tingle of his kisses on my cheeks and jawline and as my head tilted back, his lips finally touched mine.
It felt like a bolt of lightening shooting straight through me, tearing into my belly and lighting my entire pussy on fire. His lips melted into mine, opening slightly to allow his tongue to enter my mouth, then pulling back a little—teasing me and making me beg for more with my moans.
After I’d taken a bath I chose a baby doll nightgown he’d left in one of the drawers and now I felt one of his hands gliding over the silky fabric as he caressed my breast. I could hear and feel his breath quicken as his lips made their way down my neck, and mine joined his in intensity.
I fought to keep my body upright with the pressure of his lips pushing me backward toward the wooden headboard. It was too much, though, and I reached up to grip one of the hand carved, wooden rods just to keep myself steady. His mouth was pressing into me as if he intended to devour me.
I was becoming overwhelmed with the sensations that Sir was causing in my body. I’d never felt anything like this before. Not with Justin or any boy I’d ever kissed or touched. Every time Sir’s skin came into contact with mine there was a burning feeling that spread out like a pool of energy, and it always traveled back to one place—my burning pussy.
I felt Sir’s lips leave my neck, then, in one swift movement I was lying on my back on the bed. He had gripped my hips and yanked me down so that I was now underneath him, the presence of his body over mine palpable even though I couldn’t see a thing.
I felt the bed move and I heard the sound of his clothing dropping to the floor, and when he returned, it was his skin that I felt moving against mine.
I heard him groan as his chest pressed into my stomach, moving upward against my skin until his cock slid into the groove of my thighs. Then his lips were there again, pressing into mine with a desperation that I matched with the way I pulled him to me. This continued on for a long time, Sir moving his body on top of mine and kissing my lips in a way that had me almost hypnotized. My legs were pressed together and my brain was screaming for them to be spread wide, but he had me pinned with his legs and his chest, moving on top of me so slowly I thought I’d go mad.
I felt the fabric of the nightgown move up my body, then over my head, then I felt Sir’s hands on my thighs. He gripped them hard and made me gasp out loud as he pulled my legs apart, pushing them up so that they rested on either side of my chest. I moaned when I felt his hot breath move across my pussy lips and pressed myself up into him, trying to make contact with any part of him.
Finally, I felt his touch as his fingers spread me apart. They pulled my lips tight and prodded me as if I were being examined. Then I felt his fingers move over my clit, sliding up and down and around, the same way I’d done many times on camera for him. He knew what I liked, and he took his time, circling around and around in my juices until my ass was squirming underneath him.
Next, I felt one of his fingers enter me, then another. He pushed them in and pressed upward, curling both fingers forward so that they rubbed on my g-spot. I gasped and moaned at the intensity, then whimpered when he continued to fuck me like that, with his fingers moving firmly against the most sensitive part of my vagina.
Finally, I felt his hot mouth close down on my clit, but not just the clit. It felt like his mouth was covering my entire pussy, sucking on every single part at once. A long moan escaped from deep in my throat as Sir used his lips and tongue and teeth to devour me while his fingers continued to move inside me. I clutched at my breasts, gripping them and twisting the nipples and adding to the epic level of intensity that my body was experiencing.
Everything was happening so fast and furiously and my mind went back to that time on the balcony outside of that room. I kept seeing his massive cock as he stroked it, and I felt what she was feeling when his mouth was on her pussy. Then my body bent backward and I ground my head into the pillow as I watched him slide that massive cock into her wet, quivering hole.
I was completely lost in my fantasy when the sensations I was feeling built to a peak, and as the movements on my clit and inside me increased in speed, I couldn’t hold back. I wanted him inside me. I’d waited long enough.
“Please,” I begged. “Please fuck me!”
The fingers continued to plunge into me while his hot mouth clamped down tight on my clit, and the last thing I remember as the most intense explosion I’d ever experienced ripped through me, was calling out his name. But it wasn’t Sir’s name … it was his.
“Oh God, Drake! Please fuck me! I want you inside me now!”
I rode the waves of the orgasm that pulsated through me and didn’t realize until moments had passed that Sir had stopped moving—that he had actually pulled away from me.
“What did you call me?” His voice was loud and clear, and it shattered the silence in the room like a crystal bowl falling to the floor.
I felt the bed move and heard Sir pick up his clothes off the floor, then leave the room, slamming the door behind him.
I wanted to die. I couldn’t believe I’d done that. I’d called Sir by someone else’s name.
I ripped off my blindfold and lay there on the bed, tears welling up in my eyes. I’d just had the most amazing orgasm of my life and I’d ruined it all by acting like an idiot little girl with a crush on her best friend’s dad. I curled up on my side and sobbed into the pillow. It felt horrible being walked out on after such an incredibly intimate moment, but it felt worse knowing that I’d hurt Sir with my complete insensitivity.
Chapter 10 - Drake
I was furious. Not with Ashley, but with myself for allowing myself to be so obvious. In my plans and fantasies, this all went off perfectly—with Ashley having no idea who I was. But the reality of the situation was that I had executed this plan very poorly. I’d left evidence in her room, I’d run into the cops while I was trying to retrieve it, and I’d somehow let Ashley know who I was.
I was a dean at her school, but more importantly, I was her best friend’s dad. And I’d kidnapped her, spied on her, and now I was holding her as a goddamned sex slave. What I was doing was beyond wrong. It was immoral and illegal and highly unprofessional. I needed to have my head examined. But when I walked into that room and saw her sitting on that bed in the neglige I’d bought for her I lost every shred of control. That was the problem, I had absolutely no control when it came to Ashley. I was consumed by her.
As I put my
clothes on in the living room I struggled with what I was going to do next. I had gone back and forth for weeks about whether or not I would keep her or if I would ultimately let her go. But the thing was, I didn’t just bring her here for myself, although that’s how things seemed to be playing out. I brought her here for her benefit too. I wanted so badly to keep her from harming herself again and this was the only way I could think to do it.
I couldn’t justify keeping her captive and isolated forever if it were just for my needs, but keeping her from hurting herself—that was important. Surely anyone would be able to see that. But I knew that wasn’t the case at all. If anyone knew about what I’d done I’d go straight to jail. No one would view me as Ashley’s savior, because I was her captor. I was harming her.
Not to mention that, if Samantha ever recovered and came home, I had no idea how I would conceal Ashley. How could my wife and I possibly live a normal life with a goddamned girl hidden away in our house? There was no way Samantha would understand why I had to keep Ashley here, and then I’d have two potentially suicidal women on my hands.
But none of that mattered now because the cops found me in Ashley’s room and she knew who I was. There didn’t seem to be any way I could keep her here. But that had been the plan all along. That I’d keep her here without her knowing anything about who I was. But now that she knew, everything was ruined. I had no idea what I was going to do.
After a couple of drinks I decided to go in and talk to her. I opened her bedroom door and walked in, but was confused when I saw the surprised look on her face. She sat up on the bed and stared at me with her mouth open like she was in shock.
“Ashley, we need to talk.”
“It is you,” she said, staring at me with wide eyes. “I didn’t … how did you … I don’t … It’s really you!”