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SAMUEL
Immediately after Avery left, I gave Stephanie some lame excuse about needing to leave. The whole point of inviting Stephanie to dinner tonight was to blow off steam; instead, I’m full of pent-up energy and waiting to blow. She’s always been willing to cater to Daddy’s needs, and right now, I’m quite lacking.
The entire ride back to Stephanie’s condo near campus, she’s all over me—nibbling at my neck, hands roaming my thighs, cupping what should be a sizeable bulge.
Damn it, I think to my dick. What the fuck is wrong with you?
My eyes glance down at my crotch, scolding it silently. Performance has never been an issue for me. Until now. Luckily, Stephanie is too caught up in her own show to even notice my lack of interest.
Maybe once we get inside and I relax a little more…
But once we’re inside Stephanie’s condo and her hand is down my pants, stroking me, I’m still only semi-hard.
“What’s wrong?” she tries to purr in my ear, but her breath is hot and irritating.
This is just all wrong. All fucking wrong. Even my dick knows it.
“You,” I grumble, removing her hand and pushing her aside.
“What the fuck, Samuel?”
I adjust myself and look her square in the eye. “This was a mistake. I’ve had…a lot on my mind and I thought a night out would help, but all it does is remind me why we’re no good for each other. Sorry.”
I see myself out, and rather than call another taxi, I walk back to my apartment. The cool night air will do me good.
This game of cat and mouse with Avery needs to end. But how? Maybe she’s right. Maybe I should just leave her alone. Sleeping with my students has always been a risky move, and I’ve never fucked the same girl twice. Fuck ‘em and chuck ‘em. It’s crude, but it’s smart. No attachments.
Avery is different. She calls to me like a siren. It awakens a primal beast inside of me. I want to mark her, to destroy her pussy the way I destroyed her mouth.
But there’s something else about Avery that makes me beat my chest like a caveman. She struts around campus fearlessly, but I’m feeling like it’s all a front. She wants my attention, and she’s got it, but she’s craving a real connection.
Do I want that? No fucking clue.
There’s only one man who can help me figure out all this shit. Dr. Julian Armstrong.
We met during my undergrad days while I was studying abroad in Cambridge. I needed to find an outlet for my insatiable hunger and thirst to dominate my partner, and he had just the solution: an exclusive club in London.
It was like a whole new fucking world to me.
I explored all the kinks, and what turned me on the most? When my sub crawled on her hands and knees, her hair in pigtails and a lollipop between her cherry red lips. My first Daddy dom/little girl encounter was life-changing.
But I crave something permanent. Stephanie turned out to be a disappointment, and Avery…well, Avery has potential. If only I could get her to behave.
Julian might have the solution.
After my classes the next day, I head to his office, but the shrill sound of Stephanie screeching stops me dead in my tracks. I look around and duck into the nearest unlocked room. It’s an empty classroom and I stand just inside, waiting for her to leave. No need to rehash last night’s events.
The clicking of her heels against the hard linoleum floor gets louder and louder until I hear her pass right by me. She lets out a frustrated screech, which echoes off the walls.
Such a brat, I chuckle to myself once I know she’s gone.
Julian’s door is slightly ajar, and I push it open.
“Another run-in with the Danville She-Devil?” I lean against the doorway and thrust my hands deep in my pockets.
Julian waves me in and motions to the chair in front of his desk.
“I have no idea what you saw in that woman,” he grumbles.
