Charlotte noticed the professors and laughed. “Oh no, my biology teacher put her claws on him first.”
“Maybe you will have shared classes together,” Penelope said as she gestured to me and Char, laughing.
“I don’t think they are a thing,” I said more bitterly than intended.
“Sure. You wish,” Penelope replied.
I rolled my eyes. If she only knew Mr. Reynolds wished he could f**k me, she would literally die. “I don’t wish for anything.” I didn’t have to. “He is married.”
“People divorce and cheat all the time.”
Charlotte agreed. “Plus she is single, divorced, with a cat. She must be so horny she will jump his bones in class.”
I spat out my water. They looked at me weird.
I pretended to cough. “Sorry, got a cold.”
“I don’t want to imagine that old lady with him,” Penelope said with a disgusted face.
“She is only forty nine.”
“Yeah and he is thirty eight.”
They continued bickering about them and I couldn’t help but feel jealous and possessive. What if they did something in that class? They were there for twenty minutes. Now he didn’t even look at me once.
“Don’t tell me Isaac is coming to the trip as well,” I said, hoping to change the subject.
They didn’t know. I could only find out from Sebastian but I didn’t feel like reminding him of what his bestfriend did.
When Seb came to our table, I stood up and kissed him deeply than I ever have. He wrapped his arms around my waist and didn’t let go, but I looked over my shoulder at Mr. Reynolds. He was looking at me too. He didn’t seem happy about it.
He deserved it.
Sebastian sat down near me, his hand was still wrapped around my shoulders.
“So, are you going to attend the contest?” Charlotte asked him.
“I can’t. I have an important deadline in that time.”
This was going to be bad. If Sebastian wasn’t there with me, I knew I was going to sin.
Over the next couple of days, I spent time writing my essay about historic times. I went to Mr. Reynolds’ office during hours time. I genuinely needed his help. I was stuck.
I knocked softly on the door, he let me in immediately. When I entered, he stood up.
“Nadia.” He said my name as if it was a dangerous but beautiful flower. “What are you doing here?”
“I had to ask you for help.” I held out my essay and he took it suspiciously.
“Sit down,” my professor urged as he did the same. He skimmed through it. “I’ll need more time to read it. I see you picked women’s suffrage. What are you stuck on?”
“There were some women back then who claimed they didn’t want change. I was just wondering how I could bring both points into my presentation to create something more unique and thought provoking.”
“You want it to be problematic?”
“No. But I wanted to bring out how different women wanted different things and that is feminism essentially. Women being able to choose.”
He nodded, a small smile creeped on his lips. “You seem to have it figured out. Are you sure that’s why you came here?”
I gulped down ha*d. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I was sick of seeing him laugh with professor Ms. Fitzgerald. “Are you seeing… that short woman with bob hair you are always talking to?”
He chuckled and showed me his ring again. I rolled my eyes. “Still married the last time I checked.”
“You didn’t seem married when you said you would, I quote ‘f**k you until the whole f**king-“
He stood up and came up to me, grabbed my hand and made me face him.
“Stop. I should have never said that to you,” he let go of my hand.
Maybe I didn’t come here for nothing. My short dress was revealing once again. I pr**sed my body against his, he hesitated to pull away but I made sure to not let him go.
He didn’t look at me as I asked, “do you like her?”
“She is the biology professor who will come with us on the trip,” his voice was deep as I put my hand on his belt and ran my finger around it.
“Will you f**k her in those hotel rooms?” I said with a little more indignation that I intended as I put my hand lower. He suddenly got sick of me and turned me around, bending me over his desk. I squealed when I felt his crotch against my a**.
He hovered over me and whispered in my ear, “stop this. I can’t resist it anymore.”
“All you have to do is to pull my panties to the side. Take me here. I beg you,” I said out of breath, feeling suddenly so horny. I didn’t care how direct it was.
I felt his crotch grow in his jeans against my a**. He was so pr**sed against me. He held me down and caressed my hair. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop.” My blood rushed to my skin, I was burning and aching.
This was so risky, anyone could come here.
I pushed my a** into his crotch, taking him by surprise. “Come on, daddy, I know you want it. Just a matter of time.”
Mr. Reynolds grabbed my hair and made me look at him. “You need some discipline.”
“I do. Discipline me then.”
I heard his belt come off, I thought he would f**k me but suddenly he lifted my skirt, exposing my panties. He didn’t even touch it. I was yearning for it.
He went to lock the door, something we should have done before, and then came back to me. I was obedient, finally. “Are you okay with me spanking you with this?” he asked as he showed me his heavy belt. I gulped down ha*d. My boyfriend was into BDSM too but he never used a belt… and this excited me more than I thought. Maybe I did need some discipline.
“Yes. Do it,” I breathed out ha*d, waiting for it.
I hope no one could hear it. It came sooner than I expected and ha*der than I thought he would go on me. He hit me across the a** with the belt. I bit on my palm to not make any noise but I still let out a short scream.
Then he did it again on the other cheek. This time it hurt less. He was going too easy on me, he didn’t want to leave bruises.
“Coward,” I said.
He lashed out, this time he sprung the belt on both of my cheeks, going ha*der than both times combined. I clenched my teeth until it hurt. I was hurt but so f**king w*t. I never expected to love such pain as much as I do.
I thought he would touch my a**, but he didn’t do that, not even once. I knew I won’t be able sit for days.
I stood up and fixed my dress, he sat down and chuckled when I couldn’t sit down. “Maybe you learned your lesson now.”
“I wonder what my boyfriend would think-” I regretted saying that. His expr**sion completely changed.
“Leave. Now. We are never doing this again.”
“As if you didn’t know I had a boyfriend before.” I rolled my eyes. “At least it’s comforting to know you never touch your wife.”
“Exactly. Get out now.”
So rude. “Fine. Do review my essay, please.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.