by Sadie May
The beauty of these nights was how long he could last. My mystery man had stamina in spades and this epic orgasm? Well, this was just the beginning.
Like I’d said. I was the quiet one. The shy one.
Which was why my sisters’ mouths dropped open in shock when I raised my hand to volunteer.
It was two nights after my mystery man had fucked me senseless and Morgan had called a house meeting. It wasn’t a prearranged meeting so we all knew something was up.
Her news had come as a shock to everyone but no one more so than me.
“Dean Craven was fired,” Morgan told us.
Several girls gasped—they were probably the ones who loved to fuck the sexy dean of students. He was one of the VIP members of our sex club in the house’s basement. The girls of Kappa house rarely had time for college boys and frat bros. We tended to like our men older and with more experience—though of course, that wasn’t true of every girl. But still, the guys who frequented our club were often faculty or staff. Guys who had the experience and discretion we preferred.
Our house rules kind of demanded discretion. Every member, guy or girl, had to have a sex tape made in order to be let into the club. That way we had an insurance policy against anyone blabbing. If one person went down, we all went down.
“Why was he fired?” Missy asked.
Morgan raised her eyes meaningfully. “Inappropriate behavior.”
Several girls started asking questions at once—what had he done? Was it linked to our house? Were we in trouble too?
She crossed her arms and leveled the group at large with a glare until everyone quieted down. “If you’d let me finish...” With a sigh she shrugged. “I have no idea. The faculty who are in the know are being super tight-lipped. All I do know is that they’ve found his replacement and he has a reputation for being a hard ass, especially when it comes to the Greek system.” Her gaze was frighteningly serious. “We need to recruit him to our club before he hears rumors and gets suspicious…if it’s not too late already.”
Shit. This was what we had always worried about. This club had been around for decades—it had become a legacy in its own right. It was started by a group of women who’d embraced their sexuality and the power behind it. They’d wanted a safe space for their sisters to explore their desires without fear of judgement, and that’s still the vibe we promoted today. But with a legacy like ours comes the urban legends and whispers. Despite our hard and fast sex tape rule, there was always a chance that the wrong person would find out and shut us down.
A dean of students who’d been hired because the last was acting inappropriately? This was our worst fear. Every time a new high-level faculty or admin position was filled, we did our due diligence. If there was a chance he or she could be brought into the club, we pursued it.
It was always a danger though. Because there was really no way of tempting a new member without revealing the secret. And when that new recruit was a dean with the power to shut us all down…well, it was a tricky situation, to say the least.
“Who’s the new guy?” one of the girls asked. “What do we know about him?”
“Dean Marks,” Morgan said, a hint of a question in her voice.
I froze in my seat. My skin grew hot and then cold as shock swept over me. It couldn’t be… I was hearing things. Or maybe it was a different Marks.
Morgan was looking at her smartphone as if reading something. Then she looked up. “Yup, Anthony Marks is his name. Apparently he used to teach at Merritt College, but that’s all I could find on him online.”
I stopped breathing. Oh my God. It was him. My parents’ former friend and the guy I’d been lusting after since I was fifteen.
“We’re going to need someone to take point on this. Who wants to check out the new dean and see what turns him on?”
This was crazy. It was like my wildest dreams were coming to life. My teenage crush was here. At my school.
And Morgan needed someone to tempt him into joining our club.
Terror had me frozen in place all over again. Could I really do it? What would I do if he rejected me? What if he saw me and still thought of me as a child?
But then I saw the hands of several of our house’s biggest sluts go up. They hadn’t even seen the guy and they were salivating at the chance to seduce him.
Hell no. He was mine.
Standing up out of my chair, I spoke up. “I’ll do it.”
All eyes were on me and no one looked more surprised than Morgan. Her typically sarcastic tone was replaced by shock. “You? Emily, are you sure?”
Her shock wasn’t offensive, it was warranted. She knew very well that I’d been fucking one guy this year and that I’d forsaken the flirting and stripping in favor of my own private room. Not to mention the fact that I was quiet. And I was shy.
But I also had the kinkiest fetish. And if there was any chance that I could make my fantasy of getting spanked by Anthony Marks a reality, I had to try.
Even if the idea scared the living shit out of me.
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About the Author
Sadie May is the alter ego of a USA Today Bestselling Author. While her other half gets all the glory, Sadie has all the fun! Join her mailing list by downloading her free story, The Dare.
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