by Leigh, Josie
The drive back to campus was made in companionable silence, which he suspected was because she seemed utterly spent. She’d rose early to meet his demands, had a full day of classes with the uncertainty of their burgeoning relationship weighing on her mind, then had dedicated her entire evening to fulfilling his desire. She was a true submissive and it was a glorious gift he would not waste.
Pulling up in front of her dorm, he set the vehicle in park and turned to her. “Friday is when I will see you again,” he informed her. “Do you have a skirt longer than the one you wore to my office on Monday, but shorter than what you wore Tuesday?” he asked, suddenly, an idea forming in his head.
“Yes, Sir,” she confirmed.
“Wear it to my class on Friday, sit in your usual seat. If you wear panties, though, I will be sorely disappointed,” he gave her a mock pout. “Any time I take a sip of my water, I want you to uncross your legs and give me a peek at those delicious folds.”
“Absolutely, Sir,” she bit her lip to suppress her wanton reaction to his suggestion.
“If you can find a way to inconspicuously play with yourself, I want you to tease your clit for me,” he said, molding his mouth to hers again before nibbling at her bottom lip. “Make sure you don’t make yourself come, though. I want you frustrated and ready for me when I pick you up on Friday night for the weekend.”
“Yes, Professor,” she smirked as he released the catch on her seatbelt.
“You’ll understand why I don’t walk you to the door, but please text me when you are safely in your room,” he said, pulling her phone from her purse and inputting his information. “Sweet dreams, Sabrina,” he released her after placing a chaste kiss on her lips.
Chapter 8
Though her day had been exhausting, she couldn’t help the lift she felt when she gazed down from her room at the Professor’s car still idling in front of the building. Retrieving her phone from her purse, she sent him a quick text to let him know she was safe and in her room. There was no direct response to her message, just his tail lights as he sped off into the night. Changing into her pajamas, she slipped into her bed and fell into the most peaceful sleep she’d experienced all week.
“You look satisfied and refreshed,” Gina told her the next morning as they dressed for their classes. “I take it you found what you were looking for last night at the bar?”
“Oh yeah,” she smiled, lasciviously. “I slept the slumber of a woman thoroughly sated and worn out.”
“Rock on,” Gina grinned. “I’m glad to see your dry spell has come to an end,” she paused for a second, a pensive look crossing her face before adding, “It’s a shame you couldn’t bust your rut by busting the Professor’s nut though,” she giggled.
“That’s the only thing that could’ve made it better,” Sabrina agreed, suppressing her own giggles. Clearing her throat, she grabbed her brush to pull her long hair into a pony tail. “I need to go to the salon today to get a mani/pedi and a wax, you want to come too?” she asked Gina with the Professor’s words echoing in her head. She couldn’t wait to feel the heat of the wax tingling her bare pussy. She’d always avoided getting waxed bare in the past because she was afraid it would turn her on too much, but she was willing to withstand the possibility of arousal for the promise of deeper play with her new Master.
“I wouldn’t miss you getting a wax for anything! I’ve been begging you to do it the last two years,” her roommate agreed. “What changed your mind?” she asked, suddenly suspicious.
“Let’s just say that I plan on making last night a regular occurrence, at least for a little bit and I want to put my best foot forward.”
“Hmmm, and hand and vagina, too, apparently,” Gina eyed her friend, still wanting to get to the bottom of the sudden change in her opinion about waxing. “I’ll make the appointments,” she offered. “Does four work for you?”
Running through her schedule for the day in her head, Sabrina bit her lip, “Four should be perfect actually,” she confirmed. “Meet here at 3:30 and head over?”
“See you then,” Gina waved and left the room. Not two seconds after the door clicked shut behind her friend, her phone dinged signaling a text. She could no longer suppress her mirth when she saw the contact name illuminating her screen.
I hope you had a restful night, as you will get little rest this weekend.
Quickly, she typed out a response and sent it back:
Best night of sleep I’ve had all week. Thank you, Sir.
She wasn’t surprised when she didn’t receive an answering message from the Professor, and she decided it was time to leave her cocoon of the previous night’s bliss and face a new day, one where she knew she wouldn’t come across the Professor without seeking him out. Though she longed to steal some time with him in his office again, she knew it was too dangerous to keep up their affair in places on campus and he would not approve of her trying to provoke him into a session.
On her way back to the dorm room to meet Gina at the end of the day, she started to think about what the Professor had said the previous night. He’d suggested that she wax, but it had not been a direct order. How would he feel if she went through with her appointment without getting clarification? He would see her in all of her bald glory in the morning, but what if her assumption displeased him? Would he decide they couldn’t spend the weekend together? Would he decide she wasn’t a worthy sub? Would he simply punish her for not securing explicit permission? Or did he simply desire to wax her himself?
Grabbing her phone, she contemplated her options. With a glance at the time, she dialed his number and waited.
“Miss Carson,” he answered, briskly. “This is a surprise. I didn’t know we’d made an appointment to talk today,” she could hear the frown in his voice.
“I apologize for any interruption, Sir, but I was hoping to clarify the housekeeping issue we discussed last night during our tutoring session,” she said, trying to keep the real reason for her call vague, in case anyone nearby was eavesdropping.
“Housekeeping issue?” he asked, now sounding intrigued.
“You made a suggestion to me last night about a grooming preference, and I was hoping to take care of that today,” she explained. “But only if it pleases you, Sir.”
“It does please me, Miss Carson. I look forward to inspecting the work in great detail tomorrow evening,” she could tell he was now smiling into the phone. “I can’t wait to get a sneak peek at what you’ve been working on in class,” he finished, ending the call.
Hugging her phone to her chest, Sabrina skipped back to her dorm, excited about her salon appointment and the promise of pleasing Professor Areleon.
**
Leaning back in his black leather office chair, he smiled at the thought of what awaited him under his student’s skirt in less than 24 hours. He loved to teach, but this week had added an excitement to his life he’d been missing lately. He had no idea how close it had been to him three days a week for the last two and a half months.
“I apologize for the interruption, Mr. Smith, but it was a student seeking clarification on an extra credit assignment,” the Professor explained his rudeness in answering his cell phone during a scheduled appointment with a student.
“It’s okay, Professor. I appreciate you taking the time to answer my questions when I have them, too,” the boy laughed. “But I think that’s all the help I need on this today,” he continued. “I’ll see you next week, Professor.”
“Sounds good, Dan. Don’t forget to read the next chapter,” he called after the student. With a wave over his shoulder, Dan was gone and his calendar was clear for the evening. Just as he started to pack up his brief case, his phone buzzed from his desk. Thinking it was Sabrina with another question, he answered without checking the caller id.
“Damien! I’ve finally reached you,” a melodic voice chirped from the other end of the line.
“Starla, what a wonderful surprise,” he said, his excitement genuine.
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p; “I was calling to remind you of Saturday,” she told him. “You are still planning to come to the engagement party, right?”
“OH! I’m so glad you called to remind me. I’d completely forgot,” the Professor started to wrack his brain to come up with a plan for Sabrina, debating on whether he’d bring her or leave her in anticipation of his return at home. “I wouldn’t miss it, Starla. I can’t wait to see you and Chris again, it’s been too long,” he frowned at the thought that he’d been neglecting his close friends lately.
“Are you going to be bringing someone? That Caroline girl you were seeing?” Starla pried. “I’ve got a few lady friends who are single, you know? I’m more than happy to introduce you,” she said, sing song.
At her words, his decision became that much easier. There was no way he wanted to be the single guy at his friends’ engagement party. It was second only to being the single guy at a wedding. If he did not show up with a date, the vultures would declare open season on him and he’d rather enjoy his time with his friends than having to constantly be on defense.
“Caroline was no one,” he dismissed, “but I may decide to bring a guest, if that’s okay.”
“I can’t wait,” Starla’s voice turned slightly sardonic at his declaration and he began to question if she’d already handpicked someone she thought she could foist at him.
An unpleasant thought crossed his mind at that moment regarding Sabrina’s upcoming appointment. Turning his phone over in his hand he typed a quick text message:
Make sure your waxer is a woman.
Less than a minute later, her reply pinged:
Of course, Professor. I wouldn’t want my pussy played with by any other man.
Her acquiescence and humor brought his good mood back in full force. Class was going to be extremely interesting until the end of the semester.
Chapter 9
Sabrina slipped into her navy A-line skirt and matching sweater set the following morning once again before Gina had rolled out of bed. The skirt fell to mid-thigh and she was looking forward to the use of her cardigan to give her naughty Professor a show he’d never forget. Luckily, they lived in a climate where she didn’t have to worry about wearing a short skirt at the beginning of November.
She wondered if she’d ever get bored with the ritual of preparing herself. God, she hoped not. The waxing hadn’t been as arousing or painful as she’d expected. It was extremely clinical. The only excitement she felt during the process was the thought of the look on Professor Areleon’s face this morning when he got his first look at her bare pussy. The affect of the look on her nerve endings were reason enough to wonder why she hadn’t been getting regular waxings for years now.
As she walked to class, the nakedness under her skirt felt everything, the breeze, the whisper of the cotton of her skirt, the tops of her inner thighs. Each sensation added to her already desperate need for release. She had no idea how she was going to play with herself in class for an hour and stay on the fringes of an orgasm.
She hadn’t needed to arrive early to conceal herself this time, so people were milling about when she entered the classroom. A sharp pang of arousal hit her squarely in the belly at the thought of the possibility that she might be caught fingering herself in plain view of her Professor.
“Sabrina!” a guy who’d sat behind her all semester said when she made her way to her seat in the front row. “I missed you in class on Wednesday, where were you?” he asked.
“Oh, I had a touch of stomach flu, but I’m much better today,” she lied smoothly.
That’s too bad,” he said, sympathetically. “Professor A gave an inspiring lecture on arousal and sexual motivation. It was great. Plus, I really missed the smell of baby powder hitting my nose every time you fluff your hair,” he flirted, giving her a grin. Sabrina turned to face him full on at his last sentence. Looking over his shaggy surfer blonde hair and boyish grin, she concluded that he was definitely attractive enough. Yet, she knew by the cockiness in his smile and the shine of his hazel eyes that he was all talk and no real action.
“I’m sorry I missed it,” she smirked, her mind instantly going back to where she’d been for the lecture. Secretly pleased that she’d helped him deliver a legendary lecture.
“If you need help going over the notes you missed, you know, for the final, let me know,” he offered. The wink he shot her after his words had her biting her lip to fight the laughter threatening to burst free.
“I appreciate the offer, um, um,” she started, making it clear that she hadn’t noticed him enough to remember his name.
“Dan,” he huffed, his bravado flagging slightly.
“Oh, yes, Dan, I appreciate the offer, but I have a standing tutoring appointment with the Professor on Mondays,” she explained before turning back around in her seat. Her eyes locked a pair of pale blue ones dark with restrained anger glinting dangerously in them. Was he upset that she’d been talking to the guy behind her? Trying to calm his anger, she gave him her best smile and parted her knees slightly while moving the hem of her skirt up her leg to scratch an itch just inside her thigh.
She was relieved to watch his expression change from anger to intrigue at her action. With a look of concealed lust, he called the class to order, his eyes not leaving the sliver of exposed flesh she’d bared until she crossed her legs to wait for his signal.
**
Shaking his head slightly to clear his mind of the rage still pounding through his body at the sight of Sabrina biting her lip in flirtation at Dan, he started his lecture.
“Today, we are moving on to Chapter 9, but did anyone have any questions about what we discussed on Wednesday before I move on?” he asked, watching his favorite student strip her navy cardigan from her shoulders and lay it in her lap inconspicuously, rolling her shoulders back and adjusting the neckline of her matching navy tank top. Moving his eyes from her already erect nipples, he observed the blank looks in the crowd. Fridays were always the worst days for lecture because most of the students had already mentally checked out for the weekend. In fact, it was for that reason that most of the materials from his exams came from Friday lectures.
Shifting his eyes back to the Sabrina’s breasts, he could just make out the outline of her nipples under the thin fleece fabric. Was she not wearing a bra either? Damn, getting through today was going to be tougher than he thought.
“Good, then,” he continued, fighting to keep his voice from betraying his arousal. “Today, we are going to be talking about sexuality and its relation to love and intimacy,” he paused, reaching for the bottle of water he’d placed on the podium. Sabrina’s eyes met his as he lifted the bottle to his lips and took a deep swallow of the water. Slowly, she uncrossed her legs in front of him, her skirt hiked around her thighs enough that he could see the wonderful job her waxer had done yesterday.
“Who can tell me about Levinger’s Model of Relationship Progression?” he asked as his student burrowed her hands beneath the sweater still in her lap as if she was trying to warm them, but he knew better. Calling on a student in a back row to answer the question he’d posed, he watched as all heads turned away from him and toward the speaker. Half listening to the student’s mostly correct answer, the Professor focused his gaze on Sabrina’s finger pulling moisture from her pussy and spreading it over her clit in small, languid circles until the class’ attention was back on him.
“That’s close, Ms. Johnson,” he nodded his approval as Sabrina crossed her legs again. The majority of the lecture was spent playing this game with Miss Carson until he noticed the distinct flush in her cheeks and he knew she was getting close to the edge of her control. Reaching below the lectern, he needed to adjust his erection before calling the class to a close.
“In closing, I want each of you to put together a three page research paper convincing me on whether or not sex and love have to be synonymous in order to have a satisfying sexual experience,” he said, unconsciously reaching for and drinking from his water bottle. Sa
brina’s leg moved immediately to give him another look at her beautiful cunt, this time she sunk her middle finger deep inside herself a couple of times before pulling it out and boldly sucking it into her mouth. Clearing his throat again, he finished describing the assignment, “You will need to cite three different peer reviewed journal articles to support your argument. Any questions?” Staggered shakes of the heads of his class indicated that he’d been clear in the assignment. “Good, I will see you all on Monday,” he dismissed and begun gathering his materials. Although he was pleased with her performance, her boldness took the scene one step beyond what he’d ordered. He recognized that she’d been frustrated and wanted to incite him into taking care of her immediately, but he would not be topped like that and she would have to be punished. His cock stirred against the waistband of his slacks at the thought of turning her skin pink tonight. She wouldn’t know what hit her, he thought darkly as he stormed through campus toward his office. He needed to bring himself back under control before he tracked her down and fucked her against the nearest dumpster to remind her who was in charge. She deserved better than an alleyway screw and he needed to be in complete control of the scene in order to bring her back into line.
Chapter 10
Meet me at the airport, terminal 3 departures. I will be waiting at 7:30pm.
Professor Areleon sent the text to Sabrina as he was tidying his office in preparation for a weekend he was supposed to be flying across the country, according to everyone in the department anyway.
“I’m so glad I caught you,” a too familiar voice sang from the doorway to his office. Closing his eyes briefly at the intrusion, he took a calming breath before looking up at the overly made-up designer woman stalking her way to the chair in front of his desk. “When Sandra said you weren’t going to be in this weekend, I can’t tell you how disappointed I was,” she said, giving her signature mock pout.