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6. TAYLOR
I was in a state of constant conflict with Asher. On one hand, he was my student, and an awful one at that. He tested my nerves and my patience at every single corner. But he was offering himself up to me on a silver platter, almost like he knew I wouldn’t go for it, but also that he wanted me.
Leaving Gabriel at the Manor, I got home and masturbated for hours, edging my cock to near completion before pulling my hand away and with another, I constricted a hand around the base of my cock and balls. I was stopping myself from feeling the cum wave rush over me, the post-orgasm regret. I didn’t want to feel it, but I knew it would hit me. I knew it would crash down on me like I was doing something awful and perverse. I knew this wasn’t the case. He was an adult, he had the free will to not do this, and yet, he was haunting my mind with the way I felt a finger down his back and spine, all the way to his hole.
Covering myself in several held loads of cum, I finally relaxed into bed. The regret raged over me, telling me I was awful. I’d never done anything like it before. I was considered quite a pushover, but it reminded me of something Gabriel had once told me. You need to Dom your confidence. I’d never find someone to fuck if I was so scared of realizing my true emotional potential.
I tried putting his skin out of my mind until I was back on campus. Monday morning, and my first lecture of the day, was directly in front of a bright-eyed Asher. For once, he’d caught my eye and not for something negative.
Attentive with his back straight and his arms pushed against the table. “Morning,” he said, cocking his left eyebrow at me.
The other students seemed to go quiet as he spoke. They always did. I didn’t know what he had over them. Maybe it was their wait and see if he did or said something hilarious. Although rarely was it funny, since it was mostly at the expense of someone else.
Brief waves of anger and annoyance washed over me, waiting for the other shoe to drop on Asher’s actions in class.
“Aren’t you going to ask us about our weekends?” Asher continued.
I didn’t know where he was going with this, but I also didn’t like it. The weekend had been a whirlwind for the both of us, and looking at him now, the disobedience in his eyes, so difference to the submissive pouting I’d seen on his face only days ago.
“No,” I said, clearing my throat. “Because I know everyone has been studying.” I pulled my chair out beneath my desk, wondering if he’d placed a pin on it. “And if you haven’t been studying, then I’m not expecting much.” I sat, relaxing in my chair for a moment before taking a drink from my coffee cup. It was the sweet deliciousness of the first cup. It was what I’d needed if I was going to deal with Asher today.
The class went smoothly, which was unexpected. I’d got through some exercises they were studying to better prepare themselves for their final exams. And Asher had actually paid some attention, too.
He left promptly after the class finished.
I sighed, sitting back in my seat. I massaged at my eyes and leaned back. “Just a few more weeks.”
The door shut.
Flinching in the direction of the noise, I saw Asher standing in front of it. “You found your voice then,” he said, locking the door and pulling the blind in front of the window. “So?”
“So—so?” I let out in a mumble of shock. “This is a classroom,” I told him, looking around the room.
“Master,” he said, dropping to his knees. “You like it when I call you master, right?”
It curled my toes, suppressing the pleasure it spiked in my body. “Listen,” I said, pushing the chair out beneath the desk. “Whatever you’re looking for here, it can’t happen. We won’t talk about the Manor, and we’ll just go our ways until graduation.”
“And after graduation?” he asked, crawling toward me. “What then?”
I wasn’t giving him the option of pursuing me after graduation. There was a lot going on in my mind, and I shouldn’t have been going through any of it. Asher was a student. That was the end. There was nothing else I could say to that.
“Professors and students fuck all the time,” he said, pawing a hand at my shoe. “What’s so different about this?”
I’d heard the rumors about teachers and students, but Principal Ronnie had cracked down on that happening. I couldn’t lose my job because of one slight slip up, especially in my classroom.
“You can say stop,” he said, reaching up from my ankles and inner thighs. “If you don’t want to do anything more with me.”
I made a choice. “What do you want?”
“I’d like you to play with me and show me that dominant side you showed earlier.” He stood. “But if you don’t want to, then I’ll leave.”
At least he was honest. It was strange to go from someone who was a position of power and dominant in the classroom to being submissive in a sexual situation, which is what he’d done. He was dominant, but when he’d put those ears and clothes on, he was a total sub. I needed to bring that dominant side out now, and he knew just how to bring that out of me.
“Be a good kitten then,” I said. “On your knees.”
Overcome with a grin as wide as his face, he was back on his knees. He made paws of his hands and licked at them in catlike motion. “Now what?”
My cock throbbed as he followed my orders. “Let me see that tongue?”
Sticking out his pink tongue as far as it would go. I’d never had this much control over someone before. At least not in this way. “Like that?”
“Good kitten. Now, you want to taste some cream?” I asked, placing a hand at my buckle. I was ready to feed him all the way up. “Come a little closer.”
Asher came closer between my legs, craning his neck forward toward my crotch. “Now what?”
My nerves were wrestling with the movement of my fingers. Fidgeting, I unbuckled the belt. “Open for a surprise,” I said, acting like this was some wild, lucid dream. Those were always the places you could create any scenario you wanted. Anything went, there was no saying no. If you wanted it, it happened.
He eagerly grabbed at the zipper of my trousers. My cock was hard through the buttonhole in my boxers. Asher stared at it for a moment, his eyes transfixed on a bead of precum as it collected on my tip. “I like that,” he said. “Can I?”
Right. He was waiting for my command. He was desperate for my say so now. “With your tongue only.”
He moved his hands behind his back and approached my cock with his tongue, almost like he was bobbing his head for apples.
With my hands on his hand, running through his hair, I guided his mouth and lips to the tip of my cock. They were thick and his tongue was wet. If I hadn’t cum several times yesterday and once this morning, I might’ve put my nut in his mouth already.
He took my cock all the way to the back of his throat, showing off his lack of gag reflex.
I guided him to move under my desk, pushing my chair inside like I was hiding him away. This was one of the many visions I’d masturbated too. The secrecy of someone sucking my cock beneath my desk.
“You’re good at that,” I said.
