“I can’t wait to read more about your findings in your next essay, Miss Black,” I say flatly, giving nothing away. While I’m no king, and certainly not leading anything other than a classroom full of half-interested students, I know what it’s like to have to subvert my own desires for the greater good. To be part of something larger than myself. And it makes me wonder what she’d think of me if she knew who I really was.
Once class is over, I pack up my laptop as Emma approaches. Her soft floral scent washes over me, causing my cock to thicken in my pants.
“Can I speak with you, Professor Ali?”
“Office hours are Tuesdays and Thursdays from two to four, Miss Black,” I reply, not making eye contact.
“It’s about my last paper.” She continues, not acknowledging my dismissal of her, and the fact that she’s obeying Daddy Dom’s rule makes me want nothing more than to bend her over my knee and spank her until she comes.
“What about it?” I continue packing up my bag.
“I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around the grade. I worked extremely hard on that paper. I’ve never gotten a C before, let alone two, and I want to learn from my mistakes so I can improve my writing.”
I look up from my bag and make eye contact with her, doing my best to stop my perusal at her face. I cock aneyebrow, and she crosses her arms under her perfect rack, pushing them up so her cleavage is more prominent.
“Honestly, it was lacking depth. Your thesis was compelling, but you failed to provide sufficient proof to back it up. Most of your evidence was circumstantial, and what little that was spot on was overshadowed by your lack of analysis. You spent entirely too much time on quotes that didn’t prove your point while glossing over your valid evidence. It was shallow drivel at best, and something that may have gotten you praise in high school but won’t cut it here.”
She stares at me stunned, blinking several times as her mouth opens and closes. “Thank you for that,” she says, waving her hand in a circle at me. “Even if it was a pedantic take on a decent essay,” she mutters the last part, and I get a little hard at her willingness to stand up to me, while also fighting the urge to toss her over my knee until she submits.
“What was that, Miss Black?” I taunt.
“I’ll work harder to make it a decent essay.” She smiles as she marches up the steps of the auditorium, my eyes tracking her perfect ass as she goes.
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Once I make it back to my room later, I text Alyx, silently cursing myself for being so quick to break a rule and talk to her outside of the club. Is it technically breaking a rule if I told her that we can only see each other at the club? This isn’t part of our dom/sub dynamic. It’s a gray area, and I’ve learned how to bend my morals to navigate those over the years. I’m still in control, and while I feel my resolve slipping, I’m confident I could rein it back in when it matters.
I need Emma’s number.
Always so bossy.
Do you want me to continue helping your friend or not?
Don’t be a dick, of course I do.
Seconds later, her contact is saved in my phone. I don’t give my cell out to students, only my office number is in the syllabus, but it forwards calls to my phone when needed.
Have you been a good girl for me, pet?
I cringe when I realize how creepy that must sound coming from an unknown number.
Who is this?
Who do you think?
Daddy Dom?
Know anyone else that calls you pet?
How should I save your contact?
Fishing for my name?
Maybe…
How about Batman Dom?
???
