by Mia Luxe
“You see people around you. The true psychopath does not. It’s as if he is in a simulation and he views himself as the only real thing. Everything else is simply there for his… use. This is how Joe Maturi operated. Women were not people, they were just things. Things that he enjoyed hurting.”
I barely recognize Connor. It’s like he’s a different person when he talks about the Maturi family.
Is this who professor Bold really is? Is this what lies behind his layers when he’s stripped bare?
Connor takes a breath.
“Additionally, psychopaths show limited to no fear response. They can be charming, they can be brutish, and they can pretend to be scared, but all they do is calculate.”
A student in the left of the class raises his hand. Connor points to him.
“You, um, I read that you were the reason the Maturi crime family is in jail. Aren’t you worried they might come for revenge?”
Gasps fill the room. Most of the students had no idea what Connor Bold did before becoming a professor. The entire class is in rapt attention, waiting for his answer.
Connor shakes his head. “It will be over a decade before Joe Maturi gets out. His father will die in prison. His associates will die in prison.”
Connor looks drained, his powerful frame unsteady.
“That will be all. Class is dismissed.”
I leave feeling a strange coldness inside of me.
As I walk back to my dorm room, the strong winds reach for my hair, grabbing at me. It seems to cut right through Connor’s coat.
Every story I read about Connor Bold and his role in taking down the Maturi crime family is vague on the details.
When he described Joe Maturi, he did it with so much hate…
How did he manage to deceive them?
How did he manage to stay undercover for two years with men so violent? So cruel?
I walk the stairs up to my dorm room quickly, unlocking the door with shaky hands and closing it behind me as fast as I can. I rip his coat off, feeling chilled to the bone.
Connor is nothing like the safe life that I’ve rebelled against, the white picket fence and baked pies cooling on a windowsill.
But is he too dangerous? Too dark and damaged? The way he looks at me when he punishes me, uses me, the dark hunger in his eyes that excites me to my very core…
Shelly’s voice brings me out of my musings. She calls to me from her room, her voice carrying through the shared bathroom.
“Willow, you home?”
“Yup!”
“Come over! I want to tell you something.”
“Just let me change!”
I switch to sweats and a hoodie from last years high school grad, the one with my grad classes’ signatures on the back. I go through the bathroom to Shelly’s dorm room, where she’s standing, waiting for me.
“I’ve got big news,” she beams.
“Oh?”
She takes a deep breath.
“Well, I wanted to say thank you first.”
“For what, Shelly?”
“Everyone on dorms is talking about Kevin’s car getting keyed. When they saw what you wrote, people started talking. Girls that thought they were the only one Kevin mistreated who were too ashamed to speak out started to tell the things he did to them. One of them even said… well, she didn’t spell it out, but apparently, he doesn’t take no for an answer.”
I groan. “Keying his car might have been a mistake.”
Shelly shakes her head. “You were willing to do something about him. And it made me want to do something to. So, guess what? I reported him!”
Shelly looks so proud, and I lean forward and give her a massive hug.
“That was really brave of you.”
We break off the hug. Shelly sits down on the bed, looking ashamed.
“It was really humiliating. I talked with the student services and there was this really nice woman. I even had to show… well, those pictures he took, as proof. It was hard, but I did it. And guess what?”
“What?”
Shelly smiles. “He’s out! Off the football team, expelled from the school, and if I want, I can even press criminal charges!”
“Are you going to?”
Shelly shakes her head. “I thought about it, but it’s just not worth the publicity. I don’t want to be in a courtroom talking about a photo of me blowing some dude. Kevin always talked about his car, the football team, and getting laid. Now he’s got a fucked up car, he’s off the football team, and there isn’t a woman in a 15-mile radius that’s going to give him the time of day.”
When I look at her, I don’t see the same Shelly I did a couple days ago. She seems stronger, more confident.
“That took a lot of courage, Shelly. Most people would have just ignored what he did.”
She nods.
“I know. And I think I would have, too, if it wasn’t for you. When you keyed his car… it really pushed me to do something. So, you know, thanks again.”
She leaps back to her feet, going to the mini-fridge and grabbing a bottle of something bright pink, sickly sweet, and very alcoholic.
“This whole thing has been so nerve-wracking, I need a drink. We can celebrate Kevin getting what was coming to him!”
“Ugh, I’m sorry Shelly, I can’t. I’ve got a mountain of assignments.”
“Since when do you care about assignments? Not trying to be mean, but I don’t think you’ve turned in a single thing on time… except in that one class, criminal minds or something?”
“Criminal psychology,” I say, stopping myself from laughing.
“Well, maybe we’re both turning new leafs.” Shelly shrugs, putting the bottle back into the mini-fridge.
I sigh. “I wish I could hang out, but I really should get to work.”
“Go, go, I’ll be alright.”
I smile and go back to my room.
When I’m alone in my dorm room, it’s more tempting to lie on my bed and imagine what I want Connor to do to me than to tackle the mound of overdue assignments.
Oh, my God, he said he’s going to… tie me up tonight.
I get instantly wet at the thought. Being restrained, completely helpless and utterly exposed to him is my deepest fantasy. More than anything, I want to surrender to him.
With effort, I push him out of my mind and start on the mountain of work I’ve got cut out for me. A few 3000 word papers on sociology, a ten page essay on the industrial revolution… God, why did I take such boring courses?
With a grimace I sit down on my bed with my laptop, welcoming the soft mattress against my tender buttocks. I love the reminder that he punished me, the reminder with every twinge that he had me bent over his desk.
Concentrate!
It’s hard when I know my dominant professor is going to tie me up and take my virginity in a couple hours.
Darkness of the Past
Connor - Tuesday, November 4th
Willow’s perfect, naked body, her hands tied to the bedposts, her legs spread. Ready to be ravaged. Begging for me to claim her.
I should be thinking about grading assignments, not what I’m going to do to Willow tonight. My cock stirs. I’ve been on edge since spanking her in the very office I’m supposed to be hard at work in.
Hard at work. Well, technically…
I check my watch, the time crawling forward. It’s still only 5 PM.
There’s no way I’m going to make any progress on my work when all I can think about is her.
I tidy up my desk, grab my coat, and open the door.
I walk straight into a microphone.
“Professor Connor Bold?”
The woman standing in front of me has short black curly hair and left hand is still outstretched, ready to knock on my office door. Her right hand holds a microphone in my face. She blocks my way into the hall.
“Excuse me,” I say, pushing past her. She moves back.
“I’m Jenna with the Times. Would you be able to make
a quick comment for us?”
What is this about? A criminal profile I’ve done in the past? An upcoming case I might be called on?
“I’m very busy,” I say, moving past her.
“It’s about Joe Maturi.”
I freeze.
“What about him?”
“Can you comment on his upcoming parole date?”
November 14th.
A date that’s less than two weeks from now.
A date that’s etched in my mind.
There’s no chance in hell he will get parole. 5 years into a 15-year bid, it’s unheard of. This reporter is just trying to get a reaction out of me.
“Slow news week at the Times? I’m not interested.”
I walk briskly down the hall and open the doors, a gust of wind hitting me. I stride towards the parking lot.
“Aren’t you concerned that he could be out after only five years in prison?”
I stop again, looking back and shaking my head. She’s followed me into the parking lot, almost running to keep up with my long stride.
“He will in there for the full term. The first parole hearing is a formality. There is no way in hell they let Merciless Maturi out. That’s all I’m going to say.”
She keeps talking, but I push her out of my head like a buzzing gnat and open the door to my Audi. I tear away from the parking lot, leaving behind all thoughts of Joe Maturi and the crime family I put behind bars five years ago.
The memory comes up, unbidden.
Pulsing up in my brain like an oil well striking, dark liquid spurting up and into my consciousness.
I can feel cold sweat on my palms as I drive.
When Joe Maturi gets out of prison, he’s going to want revenge. What I did to him that night…
It never got into the police report.
“I should have killed him…” I mutter to myself, flashes of the night filling my mind as I try to push the past out. The dark blood on the ground. The sharp, cracking pain of the bullets ripping through my body. The three duffel bags stuffed full of dirty money, all 15 million of it.
HONK!
I veer right, barely swerving out of the way of the truck and my wheels slip. I careen towards the side of the road, the ditch right in front of me. I pull the wheel back left as hard as I can and my wheels skid off the asphalt for a moment before I regain control.
The sickening feeling of the near miss fills me with dreads and my heart pounds, cold adrenaline sweat forming in my armpits.
Joe Maturi reached out from prison to try to kill me.
The thought makes me chuckle grimly. He’s behind bars, while I’m out here, free.
I can’t let the past pull me back.
The present and the future are what’s important.
Willow…
Her name rings through my mind, and my cock stirs in anticipation.
Tonight, I will have her.
Tonight I will think of nothing but her perfection, her intoxicating young, off-limits body.
I drive up the steep driveway of my house, the house that dwarfs the little apartment I rented in my years undercover.
There were times undercover I did good.
When a john was too rough with a girl, it was me the Maturi’s sent.
It felt righteous.
No waiting for an arrest. No change for a slimy lawyer to get the perp off on a technicality.
I open the door to my huge house and put my things away. I change into a pair of shorts and enter my home gym, slapping my fist against my palm in anticipation. It’s got nothing but the essentials. Weights, and a well-used punching bag.
My knuckles slam against it over and over until I can barely think, until my body is sore and sweaty.
If Joe Maturi comes for me, I’ll put him in his grave.
Ownership
Willow - Tuesday, November 4th
He’s going to tie me up… he’s going to tie me up and take my virginity.
It isn’t just the wind making me shiver as the cab pulls away, leaving me standing in front of professor Bold’s house.
I didn’t know what you’re supposed to wear to lose your virginity to the guy of your dreams, and I changed my outfit four times before settling on casual. With my nerves at their highest, I wanted to feel comfortable in leggings, a striped sweater, and a massive blanket scarf that’s wrapped around my neck. Sneaking out of dorms gave me a thrill, tip-toeing out and dodging any questions about where I was off to.
I knock on the door, willing myself to be relaxed. The door opens and my eyes go wide. Connor stands in front of me wearing only tight workout shorts. I can see the outline of his huge cock clearly in them. His abs are covered in sweat, every muscle in his body tense. He pants, breathing hard.
He looks like he just ran a mile flat out!
He shrugs. “Sorry about this, I was hitting the bag and lost track of time. Come on in.”
I rush in out of the cold and close the door behind me.
“Now I feel overdressed,” I say running my fingers against his sweat-covered abs. They feel so fucking good. He leans down and kisses me, his lips sending tingles through my body.
I breathe in deeply, and I can smell the light scent of him.
He breaks off the kiss, his lips an inch away from mine. He reaches out and strokes my cheek, looking down at me tenderly. I’m reminded with a start that the hand which is running down my cheek was being used minutes ago to pound a punching bag into submission.
What are you doing Willow? How can you trust this man?
I just do.
“Let me get cleaned up,” he says. He cocks his head, motioning me to follow him.
I follow him down the hallway and up the stairs to the master bedroom. His bed is huge and inviting, three times the size of the one in my tiny dorm room.
I can’t believe this is happening. I’m so fucking nervous.
He closes the door gently behind me, turning to face me, and he kisses me hard. I’m pressed against the door, and gasp as he breaks the kiss off, his eyes smoldering green fire as they stare into me. He looks as hungry as a wolf.
“Wait here,” he growls, turning away and I shudder as I admire his muscled back.
“Don’t take too long,” I say, my cheeks flushed red with heat.
He looks back over his shoulder.
“I like you eager,” he says, stepping into the bathroom and closing the door behind him. I sit near the base of his bed, my thoughts racing.
Does he expect me to be naked when he comes out? What if I do something wrong? What if I’m not good enough in bed?
I gulp as the water turns on and I can picture his gorgeous, muscled body dripping in the shower. My heart is beating way too fast, my body still tingling with electric shocks from our last kiss.
The sound of the shower stops and I sit up with a start. The door opens, and Connor steps into the bedroom. He’s so big and strong that the room feels instantly smaller. He’s wearing only a towel. Maybe it’s because he was just working out, but every muscle on his body is flexed and huge, his body tight and ready to spring into action.
My eyes drift down from his chiseled abs to the towel. I moan as I see how tented the white clothe of the material is, his huge cock pressing against it obscenely.
He’s ready to take me hard.
The nervousness in my mind is pushed back as pure lust floods over me. He steps forward, bending down to kiss me.
He's ten years older than me, my dominant professor who could ruin me with his massive cock. I know he could easily push me down and take me hard, fucking me for his own pleasure. I shudder as his tongue flickers in my mouth as we kiss, trusting that he will be gentle with me. The wind howls against the window like it’s trying to break in.
He breaks off the kiss, pulling the scarf from me slowly like he’s unwrapping a present. I lift my arms as he pulls my sweater from my head, leaving me in my pink bra. He towers over me, and I reach forward and grab his towel, pulling it off.
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nbsp; I groan as his thick cock stands hard as a rock in front of me. It’s always shocking how fucking huge he is. I want to kiss it, lick it, suck it, and I lean forward. My lips touch the tip of the huge bell of his cock-head, and his whole cock throbs as I kiss it.
I open my lips and take the head of his cock into my eager mouth, swirling my tongue around it, rewarded by his groan of pleasure. His abs are directly in front of me and I let my hands run up and down them, feeling his taut body. I'm so fucking wet.
I slide forward and back on his cock, trying to take more and more. I can barely fit half of his massive dick in my mouth, the taste of his salty pre-cum tantalizing me. I remember how he came all over me the first time, and the thought of him filling my mouth with his seed makes my nipples harden painfully. I moan deeply as I imagine his sticky load deep in my pussy. The primal need to be filled with his seed overpowers my mind.
He’s so fucking big, how is he ever going to fit…
Connor groans in pleasure and runs his hand through my hair. He encourages me to take more and more of his cock, gently pushing me onto his hard rod then relaxing his grip so I can gasp for air. I'm so in tune with his pleasure, hearing his growl as I swirl my tongue on his sensitive cock-head, pressing my tongue gently against the slit where pre-cum is gathering.
I need him inside of me.
His hands leave my head and I let his cock leave my mouth as he pushes me onto my back. He pulls my tights off in one quick motion, throwing them aside.
He grabs a pillow and pushes it under my upper back as he climbs on top of me, kissing me deep and grinding his cock against my panties. I'm so fucking wet that I've soaked through them, and I know he can feel my juices against his cock. He takes my bra off with one hand, exposing my nipples to him, pinching and pulling them gently yet firmly, enough to drive me crazy. I look into his eyes and see the pure desire mixed with something else.
Something protective.
Ownership.
He reaches down and pulls my panties off, lifting my hips and placing his towel underneath me. Suddenly it’s happening. His huge dick is grinding against my wetness and I push back, wanting him to take me, now.