Professor Cline Revealed (The Professor #1)

by J. M. La Rocca

  “Do you want this?” he breathed, parting my lips with his fingers and gently stroking my clit. I let out a heavy breath and nodded as my body moved closer to his. “Stay still, princess,” he demanded as he pulled his fingers away.

  I groaned quietly but looked up to see him wrap his arms around me and unhook my bra, removing it from my body and tossing it to the floor. His mouth instantly attached to my right nipple as his fingers pinched and tweaked my other.

  I moaned in pleasure at each pull, but inside I was begging for him to touch me in other places.

  “Open your legs for me, princess. Let me feel how wet you are,” he requested, his voice low and velvety, flowing through me.

  I bent my knees and opened my legs for him, the cool air hitting my wetness causing me to clench down below.

  “Fucking beautiful.”

  I bit my lip at his complement, a flush taking over my body. With any other guy I would’ve been embarrassed, but he made me feel beautiful exposing myself to him.

  The bed dipped as he moved between my legs, and the anticipation built in my core. He caressed the tops of my feet and slowly made his way up my calf to my inner thighs, pushing me open further.

  “I can’t get enough of this sweet pussy, princess,” he said as he blew air on my core, causing me to gasp with want. “Lift your arms and grab on to the bed,” he commanded. “And don’t let go.”

  I lifted my arms obediently and grasped onto the cold metal.

  “You let go…I stop,” he stated as he kissed his way up my inner thigh.

  My body started to move on its own accord and he chuckled at my actions.

  “Do you need my mouth on your pussy, princess?”

  “Yes,” I whispered as I gazed down at him. I was so aroused I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to reach my peak.

  His mouth was on me in an instant and I threw my head back with a moan, his tongue licking up to reach my clit. My hips bucked to meet his mouth and his hand rested on my lower stomach to keep me in place.

  I let out pants at every single flick of his tongue, wanting to grab onto his hair and grind into his face, but I didn’t. It took everything I had to keep my hold on the bed as he teased me, licking around my clit, not giving me what I wanted.

  “Please,” I begged. “So close, so close, so close.” I pushed against his hand, trying to meet the friction I needed.

  Then I felt his fingers enter me, pumping me in a slow, steady rhythm. The sensations built to the point I couldn’t keep my body still. I writhed against his hand, waiting for his mouth to join back in.

  I needed it. I wanted it, so badly.

  Then it was there, his mouth on my clit. He nipped and sucked and it was all I could take. I yelled out and groaned as my muscles tensed, my orgasm taking over completely. I clamped my legs around his head to hold him in place as I squeezed the hell out of the bars on the bed. He continued to flick his tongue against me and I lifted to meet his assault. The intensity was amazing, a feeling I didn’t want to go away, until the high dissipated and my overly sensitive nub was still being assaulted.

  “Wait,” I requested, out of breath, trying to move away from his tongue.

  He licked up my juices and flicked against my clit again, causing my body to jump.

  “I can’t, I can’t,” I breathed.

  “Oh, but you can,” he said as he rubbed his tongue against me again. I was on fire, the heat from the intense orgasm causing my body to sweat. “And you will.”

  His mouth disappeared and I felt a finger glide through my juices. I moaned at his gentle touch, but immediately tensed up when I felt his finger go further south.

  “Shhh,” he said as his thumb circled the area. “Has anyone ever fucked you here, princess?”

  I bit my lip and breathed “no” as I readjusted my hands on the bars.

  He pushed slightly against the opening and I was almost ashamed that the sensation was bringing me pleasure. I’d never let anyone else try it due to the embarrassment. In my mind it was never a hole for penetration, but Mason was bringing me to new heights, making me experience things I’d never thought I’d enjoy.

  His mouth was on me again and he flicked his tongue against my clit. I wasn’t as sensitive as I’d been before, but I still jumped at the touch, letting out a moan of pleasure.

  He lowered his tongue down to my opening and pushed inside before retreating and pushing back in. He did it again and again in a steady pace as if he was fucking me with his tongue. All the while, his thumb circled my ass.

  My breathing picked back up as the new sensation brought me to an arousal I didn’t know existed. I found myself pushing against his thumb, needing something, anything to take me over the edge.

  He jammed his tongue inside me over and over, his nose barely touching my clit, but it didn’t matter. I could feel myself starting to clench as the sensations built. He pushed on my ass and I pushed back until I felt his thumb breach the puckered flesh, and it was all I could take. I yelled out as the most intense orgasm I’d ever had took over my body. He jammed his tongue into me at a faster pace and I bucked wildly against him, no longer able to keep my hands in place. I grabbed onto his head and gripped his hair, pulling him down, rocking myself against his face. He ceased his movement and let me ride out the pleasure.

  When I was finally coming down from the high, I dropped my hands from his head and he slowly removed his thumb. I looked up to see a smug look on his face and I couldn’t help my smile as he leaned down to kiss me. His mouth was wet with my release and it only fueled me to kiss him harder.

  Running my hands down his chest, I grabbed onto his dress pants and undid his button and fly so I could reach in and grab his hard length. I squeezed and pumped my hand on him, causing him to moan into my mouth.

  “You keep that up and I’ll come in my pants, princess.” He pulled away from me as he slowly got off the bed. “Roll over onto your stomach and put that ass in the air for me.”

  I blushed at his words, but did as he instructed. I positioned myself on all fours and slowly lowered my top half to the bed, making sure to wiggle my ass in the process.

  I felt the bed dip again and the sound of a foil wrapper being torn open. Then the sting of a slap as his hand connected with my ass.

  “I’m going to fuck you, princess, and I’m not going to be able to hold back,” he stated as he rubbed his length along my wetness. “Are you ready for me?” he asked, rocking into me.

  I moaned at his actions and gave a breathy “yes” before he immediately slammed into me, causing me to yelp out at the sensation. I was slick enough that I didn’t need time to adjust to his size, and I moaned at every deep thrust. It hurt, but the pain felt good. He was bigger than any man I’d ever been with and the way he was pounding into me was brutal, almost unbearable. I couldn’t control any noise that escaped my lips. Every thrust forced it out.

  I grabbed onto the bars of the bed for support from the intensity, squeezing them to the point of pain as I buried my face into the bed. He grabbed onto my hips and continued with his pace and I could feel the spark of an orgasm building in my core. I never would have thought that kind of intensity would cause me to get off, but he was triggering something and it felt amazing.

  I was clenching around him in anticipation of release when I felt his hand move off my hip. He inserted his thumb back into my ass and I lost all the control I had. The orgasm was so intense I couldn’t even scream out.

  He stilled, letting out a long groan as he leaned into me. The euphoric feeling flowed through my body until all of my energy was drained.

  I’d never in my life experienced anything like it. I felt so weak that all I could do as he pulled out of me was roll to my side and catch my breath.

  I felt him fall to the bed beside me and say something, but his words sounded mumbled as he grabbed onto me, pulling me close to his body. I was in a pleasure coma and it was then I realized we’d just had sex without a blindfold again, something he said he n
ever went without. I smiled to myself at the thought that I was different, that he’d changed his rules for me. It was like he used the blindfold as a security blanket and he’d finally discarded it, for me.

  His arm tightened around me and I could feel his heart beating against my back, making me feel sated and content as exhaustion took over my body and everything turned to black.

  Chapter 27

  Mason – Seventeen years old

  I was at the point of not knowing who I was anymore. When I looked in the mirror, I didn’t see the person I was the year before.

  After the visit with Donicko, I was forever changed.

  I knew I was being blackmailed. I’d said I’d never get involved, but they figured out a way to wrap me in a neat web of lies and deceit, and I’d agreed to all of his terms. There was nothing else I could do. Sophia’s life was on the line, and I would do anything to protect her. He said she’d eventually be let go, that she was just a pawn, and I made myself believe it was true. I knew it was a long shot, but I had to do something.

  John had filled me in on what I’d have to do in order to keep Sophia safe. I had to help them get girls.

  And not just any girls.

  Donicko had a business to run and I was going to be his most prized possession. My job? Get the description of a girl they wanted and lure them to a specific location. What happened to them after was out of my hands.

  At first, I’d laughed at the notion that it was what they were after. I didn’t understand what made them think I could pull it off. How would I lure them? How could I get away with doing something like that? And how could I, mentally, be okay with doing it?

  But John had it all figured out for me. There were plenty of avenues I could venture into in New York. There were plenty of call girl services, prostitutes, and homeless women to choose from. John suggested scouting out joggers in the mornings. He made it seem so easy. And I was reminded almost daily that every girl I delivered promised another day for Sophia.

  It was the hardest decision I’d ever had to make.

  Ruin hundreds of lives in order to save one. I couldn’t justify it, but I knew that even if I weren’t helping Donicko, hundreds of lives would be ruined anyway. He would find someone else to do the dirty work. One way or another they’d get what they wanted, so I agreed.

  It was easy at first. I went to the parts of town known for prostitution. Picking up women from there was easy.

  It was the leaving them part that was the hardest.

  I never let the thought cross my mind of what happened next until the job was already done. I knew where they went. I’d seen it on news channels like CNN or in movies about the places where women were tied to beds and drugged so men could have their way with them. I never once imagined it was real and right under my nose.

  I was supplying those women. They were sex slaves in every sense of the word, and I was the grim reaper who delivered them to their final days. I was the darkness that swallowed their lives, and I did it all to save one.

  One I’d grown to love.

  She was my friend, my confidante. We grew closer every day. She’d told me once I was the reason she still had hope, and I’d stared into her eyes and told her I’d get her out. I’d do everything I possibly could. I was her anchor in that sick world, but she’d also become mine.

  Being in that life did things to me. I became a person I didn’t like. I lost friends because I was too focused on trying not to hate myself. Going directly to Sophia’s room was the only reprieve I had.

  Her Hell was my Hell.

  I tried to find out several times how long it would continue to go on. How long I would have to do it until they’d finally let her go. I didn’t want her to leave, but being with me was no longer an option. She deserved better. I wasn’t worthy of her after everything I’d done, even though I’d done it all to save her.

  I was never given an answer. I was told to do my job and that was it.

  I knew deep down it was all just a ruse and it started to mess with my head. I started questioning myself. Was all of it worth it? Sophia would never get out, so I’d have to find a way. Donicko was too much of an asshole to let her go. I’d ignored the idea for so long, but I couldn’t any longer.

  I stopped doing my job. I stopped being a puppet. I stopped pretending everything would be okay.

  That was my mistake.

  “Come in,” John answered after I’d knocked on his office door. I’d received a text earlier in the day telling me to go directly to his office when I got home from school.

  I walked in and closed the door behind me. John was sitting at his desk and I was not too pleased to see Donicko was there yet again.

  “You said you wanted to see me?” I walked to the chair in front of John’s desk and took a seat.

  “He didn’t want to see you,” Donicko interjected. “I did.”

  He walked away from the window and sat down in the chair beside mine.

  I was annoyed and anxious all at the same time. I knew why he was there. I hadn’t been delivering girls. I knew it wouldn’t take long for word to get back to him, but I played it off like I didn’t know. “What do you need?”

  John sat back behind his desk as Donicko pulled out a cigar from his suit jacket.

  “You know, Mason,” he started before lighting his cigar and taking a few puffs. “I thought you were smart.”

  He stared through me with his dark brown eyes as the words left his lips. Dread filled my veins instantly.

  People talk about how they knew when something bad was about to happen, like intuition, but you never understand it until you get that feeling yourself. And I was having that feeling right then. I knew something bad was about to be thrown my way, and I was hoping it had nothing to do with Sophia.

  “What are you talking about?” I asked, trying not to fidget in my seat.

  “Do I seem like the kind of man who goes against his word?” He gave me a curious expression, as if he really wanted an answer, so I shook my head. “I didn’t think so.” He got up from his chair, walked over to the TV mounted up to the wall and turned it on.

  I looked at John to get some kind of read as to what was about to happen, but he didn’t look at me. He just kept his eyes forward as he stared at the TV. And just as I was turning to look back at the screen, I heard the moaning.

  My head snapped up and my body filled with rage. There was a man…on top of Sophia.

  My body reacted without thought. I leapt out of my chair, ready to charge Donicko, but I stopped as soon as I saw the gun pointed directly at me.

  “Sit back down in the fucking chair, boy.”

  He said it in such a calm tone it was frightening. I knew what kind of man he was, so I knew what he was capable of.

  I walked back to the chair and sat down, my eyes drawn back up to the TV. Sophia lay on her back, her arms tied to the bed, and a man I’d never seen before was pounding into her.

  Fury built in my core as I watched the woman I loved being violated.

  “Do you hear that?” Donicko asked.

  I glared at him as I tried to ignore the moans coming from the speakers.

  “No?” He laughed. “I hear money, Mason. Lots and lots of money.”

  I gripped the arm of the chair and my anger grew, but I knew there was nothing I could do. I was just a seventeen-year-old boy who got sucked into a trap and used until I was no longer needed.

  I was nothing in his eyes.

  He turned the TV off and I averted my eyes to the floor.

  “What did you do to her?” I asked in a small voice.

  “She’s no longer your concern, Mason.” I closed my eyes as his words seeped in. “You did good. Not the best you could have done, but good. You were starting to find excuses to not do your job, which is fine because it was time for her to go anyway. You were building too much hope for her. She was a lost cause, Mason. You should have seen that.”

  I felt like I was being suffocated.

  No longer
my concern? It was time for her to go?

  I dove from my chair and barreled my way out of the office, running directly to the door that led down to the basement. I ran down the steps, skipping some as I went, and hurled myself at her door before flinging it open.

  The room was empty.

  I ran to her bathroom. Empty. Checked her bed. Empty. I dropped to my hands and knees to look under the bed, but there was nothing there.

  Anxiety and fear surged through my body and I could feel my heart trying to pound out of my chest. I tried to take some calming breaths, but I couldn’t breathe at all. I grasped at my chest and fell to her bed as the tears fell from my eyes.

  They took her. They took her away and I’ll never see her again. I failed her. I failed everyone. I ruined so many lives including my own.

  I was a monster.

  I curled into a ball on her bed and cried. I’d lost someone else I loved and I wasn’t sure I could deal with it. How do you deal with knowing you’re the reason two people no longer lived?

  Mom’s gone. Sophia might as well be dead.

  And I’m the murderer.

  Chapter 28

  Mason

  I woke up in a cold sweat with my heart racing. I rubbed at my eyes and flung my legs over the side of the bed, disoriented and nauseous as I stumbled my way to my bathroom. I had no idea what I was doing in the spare bedroom, and I didn’t have time to think about it as the contents of my stomach started to make their appearance.

  I made it to the bathroom just in time to hug the toilet. I moaned as I sat back against the wall, tilted my head back, and closed my eyes.

  Flashes of the dream came flooding back. Memories I’d put behind me that never seemed to stay away. My life was still haunted by my mistakes, by all the things I’d done wrong that I wished I could have changed.

  It was useless, though. Wishful thinking.

  I’d never be the man my mother dreamt I’d be. I was ruined, floating in darkness, and I’d let it consume me. I’d let it consume me every fucking time.