Will it get you fired?
Actually, no. The university only has rules prohibiting me from having a relationship with a student in my class. Everything else is frowned upon but not actionable.
Your tenure would protect you?
Yes
Then do it. Go after what you want for once.
I set my phone down and blow out a deep breath. Could it be that easy? If Mary is okay with it and my job isn’t at risk, could I pursue her? I’d still have to be discreet. We couldn’t be out in the open with a relationship for at least another year. I still have commitments to honor and considering the amount of time I’ve put into this, it would be foolish to fuck it up this close to the end.
Fuck it. I deserve this. We deserve this. Now I just have to make Emma fall for me the way she has for Daddy Dom.
I need to see you.
When?
Can you come to the city tonight?
I have rehearsal till seven, but I could come after. I only have afternoon classes tomorrow.
Come to my room. Text me when you get to the club.
Yes, sir.
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I’m leaning against the counter when there’s a knock on my door. When I open it, Emma is alone, and I crane my neck looking for Alyx.
“He’s in his room. I came by myself.” She walks timidly into the room as I close the door behind her.
Resting my forehead against the door, I blow out a deep breath into my mask. When I’m ready to face her, I turn and nearly lose it at the sight in front of me. Emma has stripped down to her panties and is kneeling, her palms on her thighs as if waiting for my instruction. A lone tear tracks down her face, and I reach out a thumb to swipe at it.
“Please, sir,” she begs, leaning into my touch.
“I didn’t say you could speak,” I say weakly. I’m running out of resolve, tired of fighting this need to claim her.
My thumb rubs along her cheekbone as her eyes flick up to me. Even though she’s silent, I can hear every plea she’s making.
I curse myself for putting her in this position, for pushing her away, because I can’t fight this pull between us anymore than she can. “What do you need, pet?”
“I need to feel your lips. You can blindfold me again. I promise I’ll be good. I just need to feel you against me.”
Against my better judgment, I acquiesce, grabbing a blindfold and leading her to the lounger. She holds her hair back as I slip it onto her face and sit, sinking down into the deep curve, as I pull her to straddle me and lean back with her on my chest. I know this is risky, I need her to crave this from John so when she finds out who I am she doesn’t run, but I don’t give a fuck when I feel her relax into me.
“I missed you,” I admit. Her head shoots up as though she’s able to look at me, but the blindfold prevents it.
“Why?” she rasps, and I don’t need her to clarify to know what she means.
Why did I push her away? Why won’t I reveal who I am? Why can’t we be together?
“Because this is complicated.” We can’t be together yet, and I need her to understand that.
“I’ve never felt like this before. And I’ve never tolerated someone’s touch, let alone craved it. There has to be a reason for that. It feels like fate is pulling us together, but you keep fighting it. I can’t stop thinking about you. What’s wrong with me?” She drops her head back to my chest, letting out a small sob against my chest.
“Absolutely nothing. You are exquisite.” I wrap my arms around her, pulling her tight against me.
“Then kiss me. Kiss me like you want me. Kiss me like we can be together. Let me pretend that while we’re in this room, this means something. That it’s as big and meaningful as it feels in my heart.”
