Pleasing The Professor (The Professor's Student Series Book 1)

by Janae Keyes

  “Well done, Dora. Thank you for listening so well.” I moved slowly toward her, inspecting her gorgeous body. Her legs had started to fill out with more muscle since she started to ride her bike so much, and the rest of her was starting to fill out from all the exercise we were doing at my house. Her arms had gained a new layer of muscle, her ass rounder and firm. I was pleased with how she was shaping up.

  “Thank you, Professor. Where are your glasses?” she asked with a note of concern in her voice. I picked up a whip and turned to her.

  “Whips and glasses are a dangerous combination. I have contacts for playing with my whips. Now stand at the cross. Rope, as you know, is a limit for me. I, however, will have no problem tying you up with the suspenders I am wearing. They are stretchy and easy to get out of in an emergency. Do you understand?” I watched as her eyes widened in understanding of what I wanted to do. She licked her lips nervously before biting her lower lip. Nodding, Dora stepped to the cross, spreading herself along it.

  “Beautiful,” I murmured as I stepped to her, removing my suspenders. Slowly, carefully, I clipped one strap around her wrist before stretching the garment across the back of the cross, strapping her other wrist in. This was her first time on the cross. I wasn’t going to restrain her legs. Instead, I gently spread them, so she was standing with them shoulder width apart.

  Standing back, I looked at my handy work. Dora was looking at me, her gaze full of lust and wonder. I knew I had to do something about that, or I would never get through my scene. I walked over to the shelves and retrieved various items. Lube, blindfold, flogger, cat o’ nine. I wasn’t sure what else exactly I was going to use with her tonight, but it was going to drive her insane.

  “I can’t keep looking in your eyes, Sweet One. I want to move too fast, and right now I want to move real slow. I am going to blindfold you. What do you say?” If she didn’t answer me in our code, I would give her one warning; then she would be punished for the rest of the night.

  “Nirvana, Sir.” The words slipped through her lips like silk. I placed the blindfold over her eyes, standing back again. Much better. I could concentrate now. I got the first thing I had had in my hand, the whip. I lashed out with it, wrapping it around her leg. Dora let out a hiss.

  “What are you, Sweet One?” I waited.

  “Cash, Professor.” Her smile reassured me that she was being truthful.

  I snapped with the whip again, careful to only let the tip caress her flesh. Dora whimpered, bucking against her restraints. “Remember our words, Sweet One. Anytime you want to change, use them. Do you not enjoy the whip?”

  “No, Sir. I tried, but Coldplay.” she frowned at me, almost appearing disappointed in herself.

  “Dora, you have nothing to be ashamed of. I have something else that we can try. Don’t worry.” I dropped the whip in my hand and picked up the flogger. I walked over to her and snapped the leather laces over her stomach. She moaned and gasped at the touch of the flogger gracing her skin.

  “This, Sweet One?” I held my breath.

  “Nirvana, Sir,” her breathless whisper drove me to continue my assault on her senses. I rained small blows on her quickly, softly as she moaned under my administrations. I was ready to change instruments and bring her to her release when my phone began ringing.

  I couldn’t believe … well, fuck me, I could believe that I had forgotten to turn it off. I looked at the phone and sighed. Mother. If I didn’t answer the phone now, she would just keep calling until I did.

  “What Mother? I have company.” I spoke as I unbound Dora, pulling her blindfold off. I motioned silence to her and pointed at her clothes. Dora started dressing and headed upstairs before I continued with my mother.

  “Ramsey, have you given any further thought to our discussion? I am going to have Bridget at the house in a month, and I would like you to meet her. I guarantee she is better than whatever you are entertaining tonight Ramsey.” God, this woman royally pissed me off.

  “Mother, shouldn’t you be more worried about who Father is fucking right now than who I am? You did get my pictures, didn’t you?”

  “I got them, and how dare you try to start riff-raff between me and him. I asked him about that. He said you threatened him into those photos. Said you wanted him out of your way. Meet Bridget, Ramsey. I won’t ask again.” Mother hung up the phone. I was glad to be rid of the hag. She would not give up on the damned marriage.

  I walked up the stairs into the kitchen, where Dora stood at the stove, cooking. I sat at the counter and watched her with intrigue. She was making eggs, and toast. This time I knew I had jam though, so there would not be a jam-gate as we had dubbed it jokingly since then.

  “What was that all about?” Dora, still facing the stove, asked me innocently. I had to swallow the disdain and anger in my throat before answering her. I wasn’t mad at her. It was my mother who was pissing me off.

  “Nothing that you need to worry about, Sweet One. Just Mother trying to drag me into her drama. Don’t hear from the woman in seven bloody years and now she won’t stop calling.” I was trying my best to sound chipper and humored about the situation with my mother when the truth was it was much more complicated than I wanted to admit. There was only one thing for it. When I went next month, because Mother would never leave me alone until I did, I had to bring Dora with me.

  “She does this when she is bored. Apparently that bastard I call Father is off fucking the coast again, which means it’s time for her to micromanage her children. I wish she would call someone else. I have my life in order.” I was getting angry again, and I needed to cool down. I started to pace the kitchen, prowling it like a caged beast. Dora turned off the stove and looked at me.

  “Ramsey, calm down. Parents are like that. They want to get under your skin because they love you. They want what’s best for you. My mom does it all the time. It’s what they do.” Dora walked toward me, taking off her top, revealing the fact that she had left herself braless. “But, right now I think you could use a little calming down, Professor.” Pants off. She stood before me in just her lacy, tied panties. My anger started to fade, because of the nearly naked woman standing in front of me. I was growing hard, and I wanted her here and now.

  I swiped the table clear, damn what was on it, and bent Dora over it. There was no time to play. I just needed to release my anger. I tore open my pants, releasing my cock and entered her swiftly, hard. I pulled her hands behind her back, gripping her hip with my other as I plowed into her hot, welcoming pussy. It was just the distraction that I needed from my mother. I stilled as I felt her cum around me. I reveled in the feel of her release before driving back into her with a vengeance I hadn’t felt in a long time, losing myself as I tumbled over the edge, collapsing on her, and the table.

  “Thank you,” I whispered into her ear, and I pulled out of her and rearranged my clothing. “I know I promised no interruptions, but that woman won’t lay off.” I saw the look in Dora’s eyes as she gathered her clothes to get dressed again.

  “I see how you’re looking at me. No, I am not willing to talk about it.” I put my foot down on the subject, closing it. Just like Lena, I was not ready to talk to her about my mother. “Look, let’s just eat and watch something on the telly. Maybe Doctor Who or Torchwood? I don’t really know what you like to watch honestly. We don’t ever just … hangout.” I headed to the living room, with my piles of books falling off the shelves, and the sixty-inch flat-screen in the corner.

  “Harry Potter. They were my solace when I was growing up. Being able to escape into that world, even for five minutes, was enough to help distract me enough to save me.” I smiled as I pulled down the collector's Blu-Ray set. We had something major in common.

  “I felt the same way. It was my childhood. My refuge. My escape from my parents’ drama. It was the one constant I had in life. It’s already loaded in the changer. Let’s watch.” I patted the sofa next to me as we settled down to watch the movies, a normal couple. Normal people.r />
  I woke up as the sun glared into my eyes, the end credits to Order of the Phoenix playing. We had fallen asleep watching Harry Potter last night, on the couch. Today, though, would be spent in the kitchen. I slid my arm out from under Dora, careful not to wake her, and took our dishes from last night into the kitchen.

  I placed everything in the sink and got out my big pot. I was going to need this to make dinner. Turning it in on low, I added some oil, minced garlic, onion, and a mix of herbs. I stirred the mix, letting it sweat before I added the salt and pepper, waiting for the onion to turn a golden brown in the pan. I heard a shuffling behind me and turned to see Dora watching me cook.

  “Smells great in here. Whatcha cooking?” Yawning, she sat at the table and pulled out her kit to check her levels. I pulled out a muffin and dropped it in the toaster for her. I had run out of cereal, butt had an abundance of muffins that needed to be eaten. I had even remembered to stop by Tesco and get more jam.

  “I’m making something special for dinner, and it’ll be an all-day project. I like to do everything by hand. It's relaxing, and after this last week, I could use something relaxing that doesn’t involve sex.” I saw her face drop a little. God, I could be so dumb sometimes. “Not that the sex with you isn’t mind blowing, Sweet One. Sometimes I just like to use my hands in the kitchen.” I looked at her as she smiled.

  “In ways, other than what we did last night. If you would like to help, I would like it if you minced the mushrooms. I’m making lasagna, and my sauce is not my sauce without mushrooms. If you cut them small enough, you won’t even notice them.” I pushed the cutting board with the veggies over to Dora so she could start on them for me.

  I pulled the tomatoes from the vines they were on, popping the ends with a veggie peeler before tossing them in the pot, to cook down into the sauce they would become. I would have food for at least a week after this, and it would be worth it. I looked at Dora, making sure she wasn’t having any problems cutting the mushrooms and peppers on the board. Honestly, I was hoping she would cut the peppers without asking about them since I had only asked her to cut the mushrooms. This was another test of sorts.

  Looking at the counter, I realized that I hadn’t had her eat her muffin. Grabbing it from the toaster, I slathered some jam on it and put it beside her. “Wash your hands and eat your breakfast. I’ll finish with those. I forgot to have you eat before you started helping me. No arguing.” I pointed at the table and took the knife and board from her.

  I quickly finished cutting the mushrooms and went to work on the peppers. By the time Dora was done eating I had everything in the pot for the sauce and was pulling out what I needed for the noodles.

  “Want to learn how to make the noodles?” I asked her as I started to measure out flour onto the cutting board. Her eyes widened as she shook her head and sat back down. I grinned as I broke the eggs into the well, mixing and kneading the dough before putting it in the fridge to chill for a couple of hours. Putting the stove on simmer, I grabbed the cooking wine and deglazed the pot with it, before covering it so we could go back to our movie marathon.

  “How did you learn to cook?” Dora asked as we settled back into our spots.

  “I spent a lot of time in the kitchen at the house. I wanted to be a cook at one point in my life. But, other things happened, and when I went to study in America, I chose to become an English teacher. I never expected to be working at Oxford.” I gazed into her eyes. “But I am glad I did, or I never would have met you.” I placed a light kiss on her lips. I may want to take her right now, but today was about teaching Dora to cook something other than eggs.

  I watched as she wandered around the bookshelves, pulling down books, putting them back, until one finally caught her interest. Little Women. I had had that book as long as I could remember. I had filched it from my sister and never given it back. She had blamed Mother for its disappearance and never looked back.

  Dora plopped down on the couch beside me and opened the well-worn pages, beginning to read. I watched as she read, my fingers in her hair. I could get used to this, and it scared me. I was falling for her, but I still didn’t know what our future could truly hold. I was still her teacher. She was still my student.

  Placing my hand on Dora’s shoulder, I stood and walked into the kitchen, for one to check on the sauce, and for two to put a small distance between us as I came to terms with my revelation. The sauce was finally done, and I turned it off, pulling out the meat to cook, the risotto to cream, and the noodles to press and lightly cook.

  I thought as I did these things mechanically, a second nature for me. When it was finally time to layer the lasagna, I called for Dora.

  “Wow, you did a lot without me.” Grinning, she stepped up to the counter and followed my instructions as we layered the lasagna, before smothering it in cheese. Putting it in the oven, I looked at Dora.

  “Well, how do you think you did?”

  “I think I followed your instructions, Sir, and that not a single noodle tore that wasn’t meant to.” She was smiling at me, proud of her accomplishment. I pulled her into my arms and captured her mouth with mine, giving her a long, deep kiss while we waited for the cheese to melt.

  Dora wrapped her hands in my hair, pulling me closer to her. I pulled her up onto the counter, thankful we had cleaned it off already. Laying her back I stripped her of her pants, running my hands back up her bare legs, opening her to me. I had deprived her of tenderness our last two meetings, and we had time. It wasn’t like the food would burn with us both in the kitchen.

  I leaned down and buried my face between her legs, licking her from top to bottom as I slid two fingers deep into her waiting warmth. She wiggled and gasped under my administrations. I stopped and looked at Dora. “Sweet one, and believe me, you are extremely sweet, if you squirm too much, you might fall off the counter.” I moved my fingers into her deeper and harder, “Don’t move, or I will stop, and leave you hanging.”

  I lowered my head again, sucking her sweet juices into my mouth, my tongue lapping at the cream I was pulling from her. Her moans growing louder, driving me to bring her to her release. I sucked at her clit hard, sliding my tongue into her pussy, darting it in and out as if I was fucking her. I ignored the strain in my pants, this was for Dora, not for me. She was close. I could taste it. I pulled her hips down, eating her as though she was my last meal.

  Clawing at my head, her body convulsed as she came, screaming my name. I licked until there was nothing to lick, releasing her legs, helping her sit on the counter. Holding her close to me, I smiled as I ran my fingers through her hair.

  “I think the food is burning,” she said, giggling, pushing me away. Dora held onto the counter, so I could pull out the lasagna. It was a little scorched, but still edible. I dished us up and placed our plates at the table. Picking Dora up, I sat her at the table as well.

  “So, what are your plans for Christmas?” I had a plan, but it wouldn’t work if she planned on going back to the States.

  “Well, I was going to go back to the States for Christmas, but it’s too expensive. I guess I will just stay here and then during spring go back to the States for a week.” She giggled at me. “Well, not here, but at the university.”

  “Why not stay here? It has to be better than staying in your room all break?” I was ecstatic. My plans would work! As long as she agreed to stay with me.

  “I guess I could. It wouldn’t be as lonely. And I could read.” She was looking eagerly into the other rooms in the house.

  I smiled, knowing that she was going to love my surprise. The rest of the weekend couldn’t end fast, or slow enough for me to buy the tickets.

  Monday came too soon, and I had to leave Dora at the chapel by the library earlier than I would have liked. I continued on to the auditorium, hoping to get to my office and start working on things early.

  I was just settling down when there was a knock on the door. I opened it to find Crystal on the other side.

  “Ms. Hawk
ins. I’m trying to get ready for class. What do you need?” I asked her. I was expecting the Dean soon, to discuss who would and would not be continuing in my class due to their abysmal grades.

  “I wanted to talk to you about my grades. Professor Kendall.” Sauntering toward me, she started to unbutton her blouse. I felt myself throw up in my mouth a little at the thought that she was trying to seduce me. “There has to be something that I can do for you to bring my grade up.”

  The girl would not let up. I went behind my desk to get away from her, putting my chair between us, trying to keep the encroaching whore away. She was not my Sweet One, my Dora. I wanted nothing to do with her. She slipped her blouse off, grinning. She wanted something I wasn’t willing to give.

  “Come on, Professor Kendall. I know you aren’t gay. I’ve seen the way you look at that American girl.” the disgust was evident in her voice. “What does she have that I don’t?”

  “Excuse me? I don’t have sexual relationships with my students. Now, please put your shirt back on Ms. Hawkins.” I held out my hands to keep her away from me. She tried to walk into my hands, to force me to touch her chest. I barely avoided her, butt fell onto my couch. She took that opportunity to jump onto my lap, pinning me. I worked to keep her away from me, pushing her as firmly as I could, without hurting her.

  “Oh, please Professor. I like it rough. I can take it, unlike that whore you’re fucking.” Crystal was trying her best to rile me up. I pushed her back again just as the door opened.

  “Ramsey! What’s going on in here?” Dean Smith walked into my office.

  “Dean! He was coming onto me. He said if I fucked him he would pass me. He said he wanted to do ‘butt stuff’ with me. That I was going to be his little whore.” Crystal started to sob, trying to play the victim.