“I don’t follow.” I’m still inside of her, my cock growing harder again.
“I mean, you’re into the whole Daddy thing?Theput me on my knees, punish me when I’m bad, give me structure, daddy thing?”
“Honey, I’m intoyou. And whenyoucall me Daddy, something inside of me wants to be the best fucking daddy that ever existed.”
She smiles wide and leans into my lips gently. “It’s fun to play pretend, but… we both know this isn’t real life.”
“Why can’t it be?” I say, still shut in the supply closet hideaway. “We could make this work.”
“Oh yeah?” She offers half a smile before sliding down out of my grip. “That’s not what you thought the other night.”
I shake my head and kiss her forehead gently as I open the closet door, bringing in a rush of cool air. “Watching that boy touch you today made me realize how much I need you. I can’t stand the thought of another man ever touching you again. You’re mine.”
She tilts her head back slowly as though she’s not convinced. “And how do we make this work?”
I grab my pants off the floor and tug them on quickly. “I’ll figure it out.” My hands find her waist. “You do something to me, little girl. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. My entire body reacts to you. I want to fuck you, protect you, hold you, and give you everything.”
She smiles brightly then bites back a darker expression.
“What is it, sweetheart? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” She shrugs. “This is just… it’s sweet. You’re sweet, and like… really great. I had so much fun just now, but… the truth is that life is complicated and I don’t have time for this. I have work and school and my dad.”
“Have you thought about rehab?”
Her eyes roll back and her arms cross over her chest. “Of course I’ve thought about rehab. It’s all I think about, but he won’t go. I’ve tried everything. The pamphlets, the videos, begging, crying.” She shrugs. “He doesn’t want anything to do with it.”
“Given the whole whiskey book thing, I’m sure you’ve put together that our dads are similar. Mine loved moonshine. He loved it more than anything else on this planet. I used to blame him for not being there for my brothers. I spent so much timetrying to talk him out of the life he chose, but eventually I had to learn that you can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved.”
“So that’s it? I should give up on my dad because he doesn’t see the light yet?”
“No.” I shake my head and pull her close. “It means you should stop carrying weight he refuses to pick up. If you want, I can talk to him. I’ve been through this more times than I’d like to admit, though I’ve never seen it change anything.”
I’ve barely finished my sentence when the door at the top of the lecture hall slides open again.
Rosie steps back, the space where she just stood now cold and empty.
“Professor Wilder,” Dean Andrews groans, his hand tucked into his pocket, “a moment please.”
Considering I’ve had a student masturbating in class before I fucked her on the edge of my desk, letting her call me Daddy, I’ve got a pit in my stomach.
“Sure thing.” I spin back toward the dean, gauging his facial expression for anything out of the ordinary, but he’s stoic and unreadable, though he does seem to notice Rosie with more intrigue than I’d like.
“I’ll be over in a couple of hours,” I whisper to my girl as I climb the stairs toward Dean Andrews. Rosie is right behind us, sliding past quickly, the scent of ginger and sex following her.
Fuck. That’s got to be noticeable.
My chest tightens as Professor Dean opens his thin lips to speak. “Professor, Greg Butler stopped by my office to write a formal complaint about you. He said you were ogling Rosie Carmichael during class, and well,” he drags his gaze back toward my girl as she leaves the room then lowers his voice as he says, “pretty little tits like that and I can see why.”
I’m not a violent man. I haven’t fought since I was in college myself and the fight was over a dude who backed into mytruck. Here and now, though, my fists clench, my throat closes, and I’ve never wanted to murder a man more.
The dean must pick up on this because he turns those thin lips up into a grin. “Oh professor, you’ve got it bad. You know you can’t get attached, right? They’re just for fucking, playing around with. That’s the fun of it all. You order them on their knees and send them on their way.”
My fist connects with his jaw. The impact jolts my arm, a burst of adrenaline and anger tangling together as the balding asshole staggers back, shock flashing across his face.
Using the wall to steady himself, the old man wipes his lip with the back of his hand and laughs. “Hitting me over some big tits? I remember the early days. How special I thought each girl was.” He keeps his distance as he steps out of the room. “I’ll let this one slide, but the next time you touch me, we’re going to have a problem, Walker. Get your priorities straight.”
I’m fuming for so many fucking reasons. The fact that he objectified my girl. The fact that he’s clearly crossing lines with multiple students.The fact that he thinks I’m like him.
I’m not some slimy fucking asshole. I don’t do this. I care about Rosie. I want her to be safe. I love her.
Love.
Jesus Christ, what the fuck is wrong with me?
I drag in a heavy breath as a low growl rumbles in my chest. The dean has left the room with a freshly swollen and bruised jaw, but he seems good at lying so I’m sure he’ll make up a stellar excuse.
As I stand at the top of the lecture hall steps, I realize no amount of time is going to fix this. I like my job, but I love Rosie more.
