“Maybe,” she says unconvincingly.
After we hang up, I get to work on my essay, but my thoughts keep drifting back to Daddy Dom. Even though we’ve only had two sessions, he’s helped me more than anyone else. I wonder what advice he would give me for dealing with Professor A-hole?
Despite our conflict in class, I am determined to prove that I can rise to his challenge. He doesn’t think I’m ready to take his course? Well, I’ll show him.
CHAPTER 6
JOHN
Ican’t believe she’s my fucking student. What are the odds? I knew she was young, I just didn’t know she was in college.Mycollege. Everything in me is screaming to walk away.
I’ve tried to ignore the need to touch her. To light up her skin with my belt. I’ve been a cold, moody bastard to her. Hell, I’d even given her first paper a lower grade than she deserved to try to get her to drop my class.
But images of that fucker knocking her down on the first day still flood my brain, and I give in to the need to check on her.
I’m not her dom, and she cannot be my sub. I don’t date students. There are definitely rules against this. Aren’t there? There must be, but fuck if I know—the thought of getting involved with a student has never crossed my mind. Until now.
If I continue engaging with her as Daddy Dom, it will blur the lines my rules are so carefully built upon.
Me
Bring her to my room tonight. Eight o’clock.
Alyx
Who? You’re gonna have to be more specific.
Emma
But she hasn’t had any more nightmares. Or she hasn’t told me about them, if she has. No more freakouts, she hasn’t balked from someone’s touch, and I haven’t heard her talk about another man. Were there other criteria you forgot to tell me?
She did react to a man’s touch. Someone knocked her down on the first day of class, and I helped her up. She doesn’t know it was me, though.
Shit, is she okay?
I think so, but I’d like to check in with her, so bring her to my room tonight.
What if she doesn’t want to come?
She will.
When there’s a knock on my door at exactly eight, I breathe a sigh of relief. Why does this girl have me so twisted up in knots? And how the fuck can I release them? It’s been three weeks since the massage, and I thought I’d be able to walk away. Clearly, I’m a bigger masochist than I thought.
“Bring her back when you’re done, I know the drill.” Alyx closes the door behind him as Emma stares after him in confusion.
Clearing my throat, I redirect her focus. “I want to reiterate that I have your consent.”
“Yes, sir.”
“That you are okay with this arrangement, where you don’t know who I am under here, but I know who you are.”
She blinks in confusion. “Has that not been the case this whole time?”
Now that I know who she is, it’s important to me that I reconfirm her consent, if anything for my own selfish peace of mind. “And you’re comfortable with that arrangement? I have your consent to proceed?”
“Yes, I’m okay with it, and you have my consent.”
“If this is going to work, you have to abide by my rules.”
