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“But he’s different,” I protest, flooded with visions of his beautiful eyes looking down at me, his rough hand holding me, his massive arms wrapped around me.

“He might be. That’s true. Just be careful, okay?”

“Okay,” I say with a heavy sigh. I’m not exactly sure how I’m going to be careful, but I guess I’ll do my best. After one private lesson, I’m already addicted. The naughty girl inside me has taken over, and I just want to find out where he lives and go over there right now.

11

CLARK

Today is the day. I see Maisy again.

I saw her in class yesterday, but that was just an appetizer. No, it was a teaser. I couldn’t talk to her, I couldn’t touch her or smell her or taste her. I couldn’t even come up with some excuse for her to see me after class because of how many students had questions to bother me with.

And then I had that damned faculty meeting and a bunch of papers to get to. Christ, I almost want to just quit my job so I can devote every minute of my time to her.

I still can’t believe just how well she did during our first session at my office. I wasn’t surprised at how pretty her pussy was or how delicious she tasted—like the sweetest honey imaginable. But the way she sucked my cock…I still can’t get over it.

It’s like she’d done it a thousand times before. And normally, I’d suspect a girl who claimed such innocence to be lying to me. But not Maisy. I can tell every time I look in her eyes that she’s discovering new ground. That she’s unclaimed, and that the only man who’s ever touched her is me.

She’s mine. And tonight, I’m taking what’s mine.

I grab my phone and enter her number that I pulled from her student profile that I have access to as a member of the faculty. Doing that and using a student’s number for a personal call, like the one I’m about to make, is a big no-no. But I just can’t help myself. Taking a breath, I dial. She answers after three rings.

“Hello?”

“Maisy, it’s Professor Durand.”

Even through the phone, I hear her breath catch. “Oh! Hello, Professor. Is there a problem with our…meeting?”

“No, I just wanted to call to let you know I’ve moved the location. My office isn’t…suitable for what I have to teach you tonight. You’ll be coming to my house.”

There’s a small pause. I can picture her adorable little face processing.

“Your house?”

“That’s right,” I reply. “I’m texting you the address now.”

Christ, my cock’s already starting to get hard just at the sound of her voice. My mind starts whirring as I imagine what she’ll be wearing when she shows up. A skirt? Leggings? Sneakers? Heels? What color panties?

I have never had thoughts for a student like this, but when it comes to Maisy, I can’t control myself.

“Okay, I got it,” she replies. Her voice is so cute. So sexy. “I’ll see you tonight, Professor.”

“See you tonight, Maisy.”

This is it. My A student is on the way, and I’m not going to be able to hold back. I’m going to claim her and make her mine and teach her how to be a bad little girl for teacher. I’m going to service her, dominate her, and solidify the bond that’s already forming between us. The one that will be there forever.

A few hours later, a car pulls up in front of the house, and I watch Maisy step out. My cock instantly goes rock hard beneath my pants.

She’s wearing a simple black skirt that hugs her perfect legs and stacked hips like it was painted on. On top, she’s wearing a long-sleeved pink blouse with buttons that cause my lips to twist into a devilish grin. I know what she’s doing. She’s dressing up like she’s my teacher’s assistant. Playing even deeper into our little fantasy.

Her heels click up the walkway as she approaches my house. Her calves have my mouth watering. My eyes drag up her smooth legs, and I am instantly taken back to my office as I knelt between them and licked up her sweet little cunt, tasting her innocence.

Jesus, how does she do this to me?

I open the door just as she’s about to knock, causing her to jump back with a little squeal. Her tits bounce, revealing that she’s not wearing a bra. Without hesitation, I grab her by the wrist and pull her inside, pin her up against the wall, and capture her mouth with mine.

Kissing Maisy ignites such possession within me. My lips tell her, without speaking, that she belongs to me. And by the way she kisses me back, our tongues hungrily sweeping across each other, I can tell she understands.