The last thing he should be doing is pining over his student—who also happened to be a psychopathic stalker. What they’d done in the woods—no, what hadbeen done to him—was close enough to rape to call it that.
The facts remained, Sila had accosted him, both physically and sexually, and that wasn’t all right. Bay shouldn’t have spent the better part of the last couple of days dreaming of it happening again. He shouldn’t have touched himself to thoughts of Sila shoving his thick cock back into Bay’s unprepared hole the way that he had yesterday when the object of his fantasies had walked out on him.
The waiting was honestly worse than the hunt had been and Bay just wanted to get their next encounter over with. He wanted to meet with Sila, stand in front of him and look into his eyes and get a sense of what was really going on here.
What he really wanted was to urge Sila into shocking his system back into overdrive again. He wanted him to bring him back to life like he had in the forest. The taste in his kitchen hadn’t been nearly enough. Bay wanted more.
Heneededmore.
Bay hadn’t returned to that numb state, but they’d started to get murky again, the emotions not as crisp or intense as they’d been that first day, but he stillfeltthem. And the fear that they would stop? That he’d slip back into that numbness entirely?
That rocked him to the core.
He didn’t care what it said about him, Bay had come to the very clear realization that he would do anything and everything in his power to avoid going back to that place. He didn’t want to be undead anymore, not now that he’d gotten a taste of what it felt like to be alive.
His multi-slate rang and he jumped a little in his chair, forcing himself to let it ring a couple of times before he answered. “Hello?”
“Was there something you needed, Kitten?” Sila’s silky tone, the one he used when he was trying to coax someone into a sense of ease, tickled at Bay’s ear. “I was in the library. But you should have known that already.”
He had. He’d memorized Sila’s schedule that first day of the semester, but in his haste it’d slipped his mind.
“You weren’t in class. Where are you now?” Bay asked.
“I just left campus.”
He pursed his lips. That wouldn’t do. “Come back.”
There was a pause and then, “I don’t think I will.”
Bay should have known he was going to make things difficult. “I wasn’t asking, Mr. Varun. I need to see you in my office.”
“Going to slip me some spiked tea, Professor?”
Of course he’d discovered the drugged tea leaves Flix and Berga had given Bay. Taping his fingers on the surface of his desk, Bay considered what that meant.
“Have you bugged my office, Sila?” It was the most logical explanation.
“Wondering if I know you did the same to Lan? Of course, Professor,” he replied, tone sweet as candy.
Bay hummed. It was easier like this, separated and only connected through the phone line. Here, seated behind his desk, surrounding by textbooks and his house plants, Bay felt more like himself and therefore more in control. He was the teacher and Sila was his student. There was a level of command in place between them.
They both needed to remember that.
“What else have you gotten your hands on?” Bay asked.
“Recently?” It was obvious when he paused he was doing it purely for affect. “That firm, round ass of yours, for one.”
He inhaled sharply, freezing so he could listen more closely to the sounds on the other end of the line, hopeful that Sila hadn’t picked up on his reaction.
“Have you been thinking about it, Kitten?” Sila drawled, and it was clear by the way his voice turned husky and deep that he had in fact heard Bay’s gasp just now. “Remembering the way my cock tore through your tight hole? I didn’t get a chance to show you, but you coated my cock in both your come and your blood and it was such a lovely sight.”
Bay’s legs shifted under the desk as his dick began to lengthen against his will.
“Why so quiet all of a sudden?” A horn honked in the background. Sila must be driving. “Going to try and lie and say you didn’t enjoy yourself?”
“Yes,” Bay said, knowing it was a mistake even before he’d finished. “I have no recollection of enjoying it.” He leaned back in his chair and spread his thighs wider. “Maybe you should remind me.”
There was silence for a long time, the only indicator that he’d caught Sila off guard. Bay smiled triumphantly at himself while he waited, though the smarter part of him knew it was foolish to relish playing with fire.
