John
Stop teasing my student while she’s in class.
Shit, man. Sorry. You should really talk to her about texting in class.
Trust me, I did.
That sounds ominous.
You put me in a difficult situation. Daddy Dom couldn’t handle it so Professor Ali had to.
When are you going to tell her that they’re the same person?
I don’t know if I am.
I wish you would. It was fine when you agreed to help her for the night, but then she ended up in your class, and now I feel like I’m lying to her.
I can’t be involved with a student. It’s against the rules.
That ship has sailed.
Besides that, I can’t be with her. She’s too young. And I have too many obligations weighing me down.
That’s cryptic AF.
You better not hurt her.
Wouldn’t dream of it.
Then figure out a way to tell her or walk away before she gets too attached.
Fuck
Yeah, fuck
CHAPTER 10
JOHN
We’re well into the school year, nearly approaching the Thanksgiving holidays, and I’m no closer to letting this woman go. She permeates my thoughts and dreams. I wake up hard every fucking morning, jacking myself in punishing strokes to rid my brain of all the images its conjured up of her delectable body throughout the night.
It’s a necessary evil if I want to control myself from touching her in class. I’ve had to stop meandering through the lecture hall because I’d catch whiffs of her sweet, flowery scent, and my cock would swell in response. I’m now relegated to hovering around the lectern, hiding behind my podium to conceal my errant erections.
This fucking girl.
Emma
I hope it’s okay that I’m texting you.
More than okay, pet.
Good
What’s going on?
My professor. He was a jerk in class today. It always feels like he’s picking on me.
It feels wrong deceiving her like this. I’m supposed to be keeping my professional and personal lives separate. Would she still talk to me if she knew who I was?
