“Right,” I confirm, narrowing my eyes. “Why?”
He sits down in the chair on the other side of my desk and leans in.
“I need to talk to you, Professor Mackey,” he says.
I frown. This doesn’t sound good.
“Why are you back to calling me Professor Mackey? Maybe we should talk tonight when you’ve-”
“I know I’m failing your class,” he interrupts, his expression serious, “but I need to pass, or they won’t let me play hockey.”
My frown deepens. “Who won’t let you play hockey? Mr. Kaladin? He knows our meetings aren’t really a class, right?”
He stands and puts his large hands on the desk to lean toward me.
“Maybe I can do some…extra credit,” he says huskily. “I’ll doanythingto bring my grade up. Just tell me what I need to do.”
I’m about to ask him what the fuck he’s talking about when it finally hits me that he’s roleplaying.
My eyes widen. “Oh no,” I say, holding up a hand. “We’re not doing this. Not here.”
He begins to walk around the desk toward me.
“Ash, please,” I say as sternly as I can muster given the hungry look in his eye.
He kneels in front of me, and I give him a pleading look. He’s been gone for almost two weeks on a three-game away stretch, and I’ve spent every one of those days imagining what it will be like to have him fuck me again. I figured I might see him tomorrow after he rested, but…
The conversation we had before he left about what I will and won’t allow him to do as my Dom comes back to me. He asked that I let him have complete control of my body, which also gives him permission to fuck me whenever and wherever he wants.
At the time I said yes. The thought excited me. It never occurred to me he’d show up at my office and want to play desperate student/naughty teacher, and I feel every bit of my resolve to stay professional wash away like a sandcastle in the tide.
“Please, Professor Mackey. I’ll do anything.”
I jump as Ash clamps his hands down on my knees. He runs them up, pushing my skirt higher as his thumbs trace the insides of my thighs, andI try not to start panting.
He looks at my laptop sitting on the desk.
“That document looks important,” he says. “You should save it.”
“Ash, Please…,” I try once more, begging him not to shatter my resolve. Not to shatterme.
He only looks at me like he’s been on a diet and I’m a double cheeseburger. I reach over quickly and click save on the document. I barely hit the button when he shuts the laptop with a snap. He stands, picks it up, and places it on the chair he was sitting in before he comes back around the desk.
Ash takes my hand and pulls me to my feet. Then he’s back on one knee as his hands slither up my legs. My nipples pebble into hard peaks as he hooks his hands over my panties and pulls them slowly down my legs. I step out of them automatically, and he shoves them in his pocket.
“I know I’m failing class right now,” he says before I can protest about the panties. “What can I do to make you reconsider my grade?”
His hands snake up my legs again to grip my hips. He pushes my skirt up to bare me to him and plants a kiss just under my navel. The breath wooshes out of me, and I have to grab his shoulders to steady myself. He continues to plant kisses, working his way lower.
“Oh fuck, baby,” he says. “You waxed.”
I’d never done that before, and it hurt so much I’ll never do it again.
Ash kisses the bare skin at the apex of my legs and flicks my clit with his tongue, and I know immediately I’ll do it again. I’ll keep it as smooth as silk down there as long as he keeps doing that.
I look down at him for a long moment. He’s so beautiful, and he wants to play this little game. I’ve never considered doing anything with a student before. The undergraduates are all way too young, and even if I did find the occasional grad student attractive, the ethics always kept me well away from crossing any lines.
But this…this is roleplay with a man who isn’t really my student. Not in the traditional sense anyway. I don’t hold his grade in my hand, although he clearly wants to pretend I do.
