Out of the corner of my eye, I spot his face-splitting grin. He replies, “Oh, really? Well, you’re a tough one to crack. You’re the only person I’ve never been able to win over.”
“I have a hard time believing I’m the only person who has ever told youno.”
He pauses, checking how far away my daughters are before leaning in. “You may have told meno, but when I’m alone, I think about you screamingyes.”
Despite the summer heat, every hair on my body stands up and my downstairs region tingles with electricity. I have to remind myself how to walk and breathe after a statement like that.Jesus Christ.I inhale deeply to calm down and try to navigate through the lust-fueled images.
He always danced around explicitly saying it, but it was clear when he was in my class that he was willing to offer his body in exchange for passing grades. In the privacy of my depraved mind, I consider what would have happened if I gave in back then. He’d lock my office door before getting on his knees. I’d punish him and make him earn my forgiveness. He’d earn those grades all right, and based on our encounter at the strip club, I know he has the mouth to back it up.
I have never considered a student like this, but thenaughty professor fantasy is popular for a reason, isn’t it? It’s wrong and there’s a power imbalance and so fucking hot I’m sweating just thinking about it. I’ve dominated other people in far kinkier, far more licentious ways, but for some God-forsaken reason, none of those situations compare to the irritating sexual tension between myself and this stupid fucking boy.
A wiser version of me would contact one of my trusted subs to fuck away these ridiculous feelings for my too-young-for-me former student. But I don’t want to. I have no urge. Unfortunately, all my urges are flowing toward this jock with a too-wide smile and a soft spot for animals and the ability to make my daughters happy. It doesn’t make sense, but I’m learning nothing about Jonah does. He’s blissfully ignorant and totally delusional about me. He doesn’t know what being with me means, and despite that... I want him.
It wouldn’t last. It couldn’t. He’s too involved in my life, and he’s only my neighbor. For Christ’s sake, he gave me a gated garden and played guitar for my girls. If I gave in, how could I keep him at bay? It’s getting harder every day with him. How could I protect myself and my daughters’ hearts from inevitable destruction? Because I don’t have it in me to do this again. A life with someone; partnership, marriage.
Kill me.
But there’s a thrilling patter in my heart and an insatiable desire to watch him submit that makes me look for any detour in my ironclad life plan. Maybe I could scratch this itch differently. Domination feels good in many forms. Maybe this doesn’t need to be sexual at all.
Once the idea takes root, I take a deep breath and plunge into uncharted waters.
“Jonah, you should better understand your property and what grows on it. Especially with all your animals roaming around. If they ate anything, you should know what’s safeand what’s not.”
He furrows his brow. “I guess you’re right. Yeah, I could do that.”
“Youwilldo that.”
He looks surprised at my blatant command, but it morphs into a tiny, wicked smile. “Would you like me to report my findings, Professor Wilde?”
His brazen reply throws the thrilling little patter in my heart into overdrive. Heat curls around my core and seeps into my blood. “I would.”
“Will you grade me?” he asks.
“Would you like that?”
“Oh,” he drawls, with a salacious gleam in his eyes. “I would very much like that.”
“And you think you deserve all that attention from me?”
“No. But I want it. Any of it.”
“And what would you do if you had my full attention?”
For a long moment, he studies my face before his focus drags down my body and lands on my hiking shoes. Then, right there in the grass, he lowers himself to one knee and begins fixing a shoelace that’s come undone.
“You can have your way with me, Professor. You can tell me what to do, what to say. I’d like to know how to please you.”
Like a live wire, I’m buzzing with the intense desire to show him exactly that—to teach him. But my reply dies upon my tongue when this kneeling, pretty boy wraps his large hand at the base of my calf and glides his fingertips across my skin.
All at once, everything resets when I hear the high-pitched squeal of my oldest. “Mom, look!”
I step back as if he just tried branding me, and do my best to collect myself.
“We made necklaces for the dogs,” Delta cheers.
Sure enough, a daisy chain is dangling from the neck ofeach Great Pyrenees. It’s literally one of the most adorable things I have ever seen, but I struggle to appreciate it while catching my breath from Jonah’s last remark.
Lo tugs at my arm, so I bend down and she places a daisy in my hair. “Thank you, sweetie. I love it.”
