Filthy Professor: A Bad Boy Professor Romance

by Amy Brent

  “Yes, darling?”

  “I…I was thinking about something today?”

  “And what is that?” he asked, pulling me into his lap.

  I nuzzled his soft, well-groomed beard and peppered kisses along his perfectly rugged face. “I’m still in school.”

  “Yes. And I expect you to stay there.”

  I pulled away just enough to look him in the eyes. “What are we going to do when school is back in session?”

  “I’ve been thinking about that too.” He ran his fingers through my hair, watching me closely. “I know this isn’t the type of relationship you’re used to, but I want you to know that this isn’t just about sex. I don’t just want to fuck you,” he said, pressing his lips to the curve of my neck. “I want you. All of you. I want you in my life and I want to love you. I want to give you the things that any lover might want to give. I want to make you happy and treat you well and that means that sometimes, our little contract will have to fall by the wayside. I’m okay with that because you aren’t just a piece of meat. You’re far too precious to me for that.”

  My eyes were wide as I slide my arms around his neck and pressed my lips to his in a slow, chaste kiss. He smelled like sweet exotic spices and the forest. It was a scent I’d come to know and love. “You mean that?”

  “Of course I do. I watched you grow into a beautiful young woman, and as I watched I dreaded the day you brought home some asshole who convinced you to date them. No one was going to be good enough, and as you got older, I started to realize that no man would ever be good enough for you. I’m not even entirely sure I am, but I want to give it a try.”

  I shook my head and pressed our foreheads together. “You are. You’re so amazing Daddy. I’ve looked up to you for so long, and when I was younger…I used to hate that mama married you. I hated that I could never have you as my own, and I never dreamed that one day…One day I’d be able to tell you exactly how I felt about you.”

  He smiled and kissed the corners of my lips before his fingers curled in my hair. I gasped as he gently tugged my head back and kissed my throat, making my eyes flutter closed and my heart beat faster. He knew how to switch gears really well.

  “When you go back to school, you’ll come home every weekend and spend time with me. You’re going to call daddy every day and tell him how school is going. You understand?” I nodded and whimpered softly. I could hear the smirk in his voice. “And there are certain rules you will still be expected to obey.”

  “L-Like what?”

  “No panties,” he whispered.

  “Oh.” My voice quivered with excitement.

  “Stand up, baby girl,” he said gently.

  I did as he asked and stood up, standing in front of him, shifting as his eyes lingered on my, causing molten lava to run through me. I was sure my whole body was flushed a pretty pink. James was clearly enjoying himself. He ran his hands down my arms and the came to rest at my waist. His fingers dipped just beneath my jeans and he slowly started to ease them down.

  There was a lump in my throat and I swallowed it, looking up at the ceiling as he took in my most intimate areas. No one had ever looked at me like this and it excited me, but made me nervous all at once. My heart was slamming in my chest and my palms were starting to sweat. I curled my hands into tight fists, trying to hide at least some of my nervousness, but he saw right through it.

  “How are you doing, baby girl?”

  “I’m alright.”

  “You’re so stiff. Relax,” he whispered, running his fingers down my thighs.

  I shivered and nodded, taking a deep breath as his fingers worked their way up my bare belly and underneath my shirt, slowly lifting it up over my head. He tossed it aside and sighed at the sight of my naked figure. My fingers twitched as I thought about covering myself, but decided against it. James wouldn’t like that.

  I had the same insecurities every girl had, and the fact that I was naked and displayed in front of James magnified those insecurities. He was looking at me with an intensity that sent chills down my spine and I moved close to him, wrapping my arms around him. He pressed tender kisses to my neck and chest, his fingers in my hair.

  James stood and lifted me into his arms, smiling. “Let’s go to bed, baby girl.”

  I grinned back nodded, knowing full well that he had no intentions of letting me sleep tonight.

  Chapter six

  James had me wrapped safely in his arms and carried me up the stairs, kissing my cheek and temple. I would turn my head to catch his lips, excited for what was to come. I knew he wasn’t taking my upstairs to put me to bed.

  He nudged the door open with his foot and I turned my head, eyes wide as I saw the tall mirror that lined one of the walls. It went from floor to ceiling and reflected the dark, moody room. Everything was red and black with touches of cream here and there. I watched as James moved around the room, lighting a few candles before he returned to me and kissed along my neck, running his hands up and down my body.

  “Do you like the mirror?”

  “It’s a very nice touch,” I murmured, shivering against his warm, powerful hands.

  “I like seeing what I do to my lovers. I love watching the pleasure wash over them.”

  Another whimper left my lips as he cupped my ass and gave a gentle squeeze. “Spread your legs.”

  I did as I was told, watching him move in the mirror with just as much intensity, licking my lips hungrily. “I want to watch…I want to see what you do to me.”

  He chuckled and slowly started to tap his fingers against the round of my ass. His fingers dipped down between my legs and I cried out softly as his finger dipped into the valley of my womanhood, running along the already tender and needy flesh. His finger brushed my back entrance as well, making me mewl excitedly, toes curling against the hard wood floors.

  “Lean forward and put your palms flat on the glass.” He didn’t give me much of an option and instead pushed me forward against the glass, my back arched and my legs spread

  I did as I was told, trying to keep myself upright. He was driving me absolutely mad and I wasn’t sure how to handle it. The feeling of utter helplessness when it came to James, was starting to become a familiar feeling. Everything he did to me pushed me closer and closer to the edge of losing control. Sure, I was young, but I was the type of person who prided myself on always being in control. James took all that away. When he touched me, or kissed me, I felt like a caged animal, ready to be let loose. He freed me of my inhibitions and fear.

  “Stay right there, baby girl.”

  “Yes, Daddy.” The words came out breathless and easily. I absolutely adored this man and everything he did to me. I would be happy to do anything he asked of me.

  His footsteps got further and further away, but I knew he was still in the room with me. As he came back, I could hear metal on metal. I glanced over my shoulder and watched him roll something around in his hand.

  “W-What’s that?”

  He didn’t answer me and instead, stepped forward and gently pushed two small metal balls inside of me. I gasped and let out a surprised noise. His fingers were just barely inside of me, holding the balls in place. He smirked and leaned up into my ear.

  “Don’t drop them.”

  My entire body flushed and I moaned as his hands started to run over my thin frame once again. He paused at my breasts watching my face in the mirror as he took one of the pink nubs between his fingers and rolled them between his rough fingers. I moaned and arched my back, gasping softly as his fingers danced along my belly and hips. His free hand found its way between my legs and one of his fingers started to rub slow circles on my clit, lighting every nerve in my body on fire and making it damn near impossible to hold those stupid balls in place. He was taking his time. He wanted to drive me crazy, and the worst part about it was that I wasn’t going to complain.

  Each skilled, practiced movement made me arch into his touch and beg. I wanted more. I wanted everything James was wil
ling to offer. He kissed my shoulders and spine, his eyes focused on my face in the mirror. I could tell that he was just as eager as I was and I prayed that he’d get tired of teasing me and take me soon. I wanted him desperately.

  “Daddy! Daddy, please!” I cried out, my legs shaking.

  He smirked and started to rub me faster, pinching my nipple hard. “Please what?”

  The pinch made me squeal and my face flushed as the balls slipped from me and hit the floor with two tell tall thuds. He clicked his tongue and pushed me forward, pressing my face into the mirror. Clear, thick fluid ran down my inner thigh as a testament to how much I wanted him.

  “Daddy. Daddy…I’m sorry.”

  “You did good, baby girl. Now it’s time for your reward.”

  Without warning or hesitation, he slid two fingers inside of me and started thrusting them in and out of my warm, waiting body. He stretched me open, working me in the way only he knew how.

  “You liked being fucked, don’t you? I saw you with that cock inside you. You think that store bought cock feels better than me?”

  “No! No, Daddy!” I cried, my mouth dry and my words desperate.

  “Tell me what you want.”

  “F-Fuck me?”

  “Louder.”

  “FUCK ME!”

  His ministrations were pulling sobs of pleasure from me as heat coiled in my belly. He pulled his fingers out of me, leaning over and biting my shoulder. “Stay put, baby girl.”

  James pulled away from me just long enough to strip out of his suit and leave it in a useless pile beside the small puddle I’d created. His chiseled body was revealed to me for the first time and I could not stop myself from moaning and licking my lips, looking up at him with hungry eyes.

  “Make me yours.”

  I was offering myself to him, and I knew he wasn’t about to turn it down. He leaned over me and stroked my midnight curls back, the scent of our lovemaking mixing and creating a heavy musk that lingered in the air. His fingers dug into my hips hard enough to leave anger little red marks. Hell, maybe I’d even bruise in the morning. I loved the shot of pain that ran through me as his grip became almost too tight to bear. He was so damn strong.

  I barely had time to process it before he slid into me, his cock filling me completely. It was better than I ever could have imagined. He stretched me open in the most delicious way possible and when he finally started to move, it was like seeing heaven. My fingers curled against the glass as he thrusted in and out of me, his hips slapping into mine. The sound echoed through the entire room, only adding to the atmosphere he’d meticulously created.

  My eyes were fluttering closed and desperate sounds of pleasure forced themselves past my lips. He wasn’t going easy on me and I was more than thankful for it. I wanted to be sore when morning came.

  “Daddy. Oh fuck!” I gasped, curling a fist against the mirror as my hips rocked back against his, meeting each movement.

  Heat was curling in my belly and the tension was tightening. Each thrust twisted it even more and soon enough I knew it was going to snap. All it took was for him to tangle his fingers in my hair and yank my head back, nipping at the back of my neck. The bite made stars explode behind my eyes as the coil in my belly finally snapped and liquid heat filled my entire body.

  I screamed ‘daddy’ before going limp, silently thankful that he was holding me up, still slamming his hips into mine. I whimpered with each thrust and finally, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, he came deep inside me, filling me up completely until the pearly liquid ran down my leg, mixing with my own fluids on the wood floor.

  As I looked down at the mess, all I could muster was a small ‘oh’. I felt compelled to clean up the mess. I felt like it would be my job, but before I could sink to my knees to try and clean it up, James swept me up in his arms once more and carried me to the bed, laying me out on the bed and kissing my face.

  “Are you okay, baby girl?”

  A giggle slipped out and I nodded quickly. “Yeah…I’m…wow. I’m amazing.”

  He chuckled and kissed me tenderly. “Good. I was afraid I was a little too rough on you.”

  I shook my head and sighed. “No, Daddy. It was perfect.”

  He moved to lay beside me, wrapping his arms around me and holding me tight. “Good. All I want is for you to be happy, baby girl.”

  I sighed and cupped his cheeks gently. “Then you’re doing a damn fine job.”

  “That good, huh?”

  “That good,” I confirmed, pressing my forehead to his chest. His heart was beating just a little faster than normal and I couldn’t help but smile, pressing a hand to his chest. “I’m tired, Daddy.”

  “Go to sleep, baby girl. You can clean up the mess in the morning.”

  I sighed and nodded. “Thank you, Daddy.”

  I barely got the words out before I fell into a deep sleep, wrapped up in James’ arms; my new favorite place.

  Chapter Seven

  The next month went by fast. Too fast. James started taking more time off work in order to spend time with me. We both knew that I would have to go back to school soon, but neither of us seemed willing to acknowledge it. Of course we both knew that I was only an hour away, but that didn't really make it any easier.

  In the month I'd spent with James, I'd gotten used to serving him. Part of our agreement was that I'd cook for him, clean for him and do all the other things you might expect a house wife to do.

  It might sound awful and maybe even demeaning, but the truth was that I loved doing it. There was a part of me that was fulfilled when I served James. He was quickly becoming my whole world and I wasn’t sure whether I should be alarmed by that or not. I knew I loved him, but for some reason, I couldn’t make myself say it. I couldn’t get the words past my lips.

  James made me feel like a woman. He was the man I’d needed all along not realizing that I’d been running around with boys. I didn’t want to go back to my old life on campus. I knew I would miss James too much, but as much as I begged, he insisted that I stay on campus. He wanted me to have a true college experience. He didn’t want to take anything away from me.

  “What’s wrong, baby girl?”

  James was looking at me intently from across the dorm room as he set my suitcase on the lifted bed. I’d once considered myself lucky for getting a private down, but now it just felt lonely. I crossed the room and wrapped my around around his strong frame, my hand sliding into the back of his khaki’s pockets.

  “I don’t want you to leave.”

  He sighed and put his hand on the back of my head, kissing my hair gently. His lips lingered and for a moment I thought he might feel sorry for me and take me back home where I belonged. I should have known better.

  James pulled away and gripped my shoulders, squeezing them like he used to do when I was a kid. It was always the same. He’d reach out, squeeze my shoulders and give me the pep talk I needed. I’m not sure why I thought it would be any different now.

  “We talked about this, Aria.”

  “Don’t…Don’t call me that,” I pleaded, tears in my eyes.

  He ran his thumb across my cheek, gently wiping the tear away. “You’ll see me in a week, baby girl.”

  “But who’s going to cook for you and do your laundry and kiss you when you get home?!” I insisted. I knew I was starting to whine, but I couldn’t help it. I was upset and I just wanted him to take me home.

  “I’ll manage on my own, and so will you,” he said firmly. “I know you want to stay with me, baby girl, and at the end of the semester we’ll talk about it again, but for now, I want you to stay here and keep up with your school work, alright?”

  “I can keep up with it at home,” I murmured, looking down at the floor.

  “Baby girl…”

  “I know, daddy…I know,” I said, rubbing my arm. “You want me to have a social life.”

  “Exactly. There’s a lot for you to gain by staying here. You can network, meet new friends.”<
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  I started to open my mouth and argue. I wanted to tell him that I didn’t want to meet new friends. I wanted to tell him that I wanted to spend my free time curled up beside him while the fire roared to life in the fire place. I wanted him to hold me every night and kiss me every morning, but I knew that if I argued anymore I might get myself in trouble. He was being gentle with me because he knew I was upset, but even his patience only went so far.

  “Alright, Daddy. I’ll stay.”

  He nodded and pulled me into his arms where I went limp and held him tight, not wanting to let go. I knew it was only a week, but it felt so much longer than that. He finally pulled away and kissed my cheek, smiling gently.

  “You’ll be alright, baby girl. I’ll see you Thursday night, alright?”

  “You’re going to come pick me up.”

  “Of course.”

  I nodded and took a step back, watching as he gathered his things and started towards the door. He stopped short and turned towards me, “I almost forgot,” he said idly, walking over to me and handing me a little package.

  I tore into the pink and gold paper, smiling when I saw the book he’d had made. The cover was rose gold, my favorite color, and inside the binder-like book was laminated copies of our contract as well as a few sheets that had our rules written in his beautiful cursive. The last section was journaling paper.

  “I want you to start journaling your thoughts about all of this.”

  “All of what?”

  “Our new relationship. I want you to write down things that you want and things that intrigue you.”

  “Really?”

  “Really. We’re going to move forward with our training on the weekends, but during the week, I expect you to really think about what you want from this.”

  I smiled and set the book on my desk, running over to him and throwing my arms around him, kissing him until my lungs ached for air. I pressed my forehead to his and sighed. “Thank you, Daddy.”