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When she finally relaxed against the mattress, I gathered myself and shuffled off the bed before she could see the raging boner that I had stuffed inside my pants. I cleared my throat and stepped toward the door.
“A driver will pick you up from your class next week.”
“A driver?” she repeated, shaking her head. “No, that’s too much. I don’t need someone to drive me back and forth between campus and here. I can walk if I miss the bus. It’s honestly not too much, Professor Patton.”
“He’ll be there at eight thirty sharp,” I said. “You’re not missing my class again, Sierra.”
Not for the first demonstration of the semester.
5
sierra
Cock Riding 101.
On Monday night, I stared at the words written on the board with white chalk and swallowed hard. Professor Patton stood up front near his desk, chatting with a couple of students. I pressed my thighs together, unable to forget about what had happened after the last class.
He had been close to touching me. So close. And I had almost let him.
What was wrong with me? He was my Sex Education professor, for fuck’s sake, twice my age, and an experienced member of Radiant. But he had ordered a driver to pick me up for class tonight, and he had followed me right into that glass room last Monday. That had to mean something, right?
I shook my head and walked to the empty desk up front and center. I was doing what I always did with men, looking for anything that could be taken as desire for me, looking for reasons why he’d want to take care of me.
When the girls who chatted with him sat down in their seats, Professor Patton finally turned toward the class, his gaze landing on me. Heat rushed through my body, and I whimpered softly to myself.
“I’ve split this specific class between enrolled females and males, so you girls would feel more comfortable for the first demonstration. Upcoming demonstrations will include both female and male students. Now, I asked you to bring a partner that you’re familiar with for tonight,” he said, strumming his fingers on the table. “Ah, Miss Monroe, I must’ve forgotten to mention it to you, seeing as you were late.”
Partner?
After gazing around the room and realizing that I didn’t recognize any of the males from last class—only the females—I glanced down at my desk and wondered what the hell I was going to do. Will he fail me for not bringing a partner? Punish me?
I drew my tongue across my dry lips, desperately trying to wet them, and thought about all the possibilities of what that punishment would look like. He’d seemed almost excited when I mentioned ropes and bondage the other night.
He cleared his throat, capturing my attention, then patted his knee. “Then, I’ll be your partner for the night. You can start off the class by demonstrating what you learned in the first few chapters of your textbook on me.”
Everyone in the class turned in my direction, their heated gazes focusing in on me.
I stared at him through wide eyes and shook my head, my cheeks flushing even hotter. “I … I can’t do that, Professor Patton. I …”
“It’s demonstration day,” he announced. “The majority of your grade is participation in these classes, and you don’t have a partner. Do you want to fail and have to retake my course, Miss Monroe?”
I gulped and rubbed my thighs together, the heat raging in my core. “No, sir.”
He patted his thigh again. “Then, come here and show me what you learned.”
“O-okay.”
Once I slid out of my seat, I nearly stumbled over my own two feet as I made it to his desk, my nipples hard and aching through the front of my shirt.
“What do you want me to do?” I whispered, shifting from foot to foot nervously.
“Ride my cock.”
After inhaling sharply, I ground my thighs together and shuffled over to him. Throwing one leg over his, I straddled his waist and set my hands on his shoulders, my panties right against his bulge.
Oh my God. I can’t believe I’m doing this.
“No, Miss Monroe,” he said. “Without your clothes.”
