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With my cum spilling out of her, Sierra slipped off me and stumbled back into the desk. I stared hazily at her dark brown hair cascading down her shoulders, my dick softening but my balls warm and heavy once more.
I wanted to fill her little hole again. And again. And again.
Make her take every last drop of it until she couldn’t hold it inside of her any longer. Plug her holes up so she would be forced to feel my cum pool in her cunt, against her cervix. Breed her like the dirty slut she was.
After biting back another grunt, I drew my tongue across my lower lip. This wasn’t even supposed to happen. She was my student. But after the other night, when she had played with her pretty little pussy for me, I couldn’t control myself. I had been thinking about her nonstop.
“You’re welcome to leave,” I forced myself to say to her and the class before I pulled her onto me again. I stood, stuffed myself back into my pants, and zippered them, my breath quickening from the thought, the need to come inside her again making my dick swell.
In the past forty-four years of my life and the past twenty running this club, that thought—that kink—had never crossed my mind, had never excited me. Until now. Until Sierra Monroe had wandered into Radiant.
From the corner of my eye, I watched Sierra pick up her clothes from the floor, tug them on, and then smooth them out. She tucked some hair behind her ear, cheeks flushing, and grabbed her belongings.
And while I wished she’d leave with the rest of the students so I could gather myself, she lingered behind until every last one of them left the room. When the door shut softly behind the last woman and her boyfriend, Sierra cleared her throat.
“Um, I …” she whispered.
I lifted my gaze. “Louder, Miss Monroe.”
“I wanted to thank you for finding me a ride tonight,” she said.
“Couldn’t have you miss our first demonstration.”
“No,” she said, playing with the ends of her skirt.
My gaze dropped to her bare legs, and I spotted my cum on her inner thigh. I raised my fist to my mouth and bit down on my knuckle, dick twitching inside my pants. I’d bet her panties were soaked in my cum.
“Come here,” I said softly after calming myself down.
She widened her eyes, her brow slightly furrowed. “Huh?”
“Come here.”
When she finally padded over to me, I pulled off my loosened tie and wiped my cum off her inner thigh. She tensed and inhaled at the touch, watching me carefully and furrowing her brow even more.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
“Cleaning you up.”
“Why?”
“Because aftercare.”
“Aftercare?” she repeated.
“Did you not read the chapters that I’d assigned you? There was a section on after—”
“I read it,” she said in a breath. “But I didn’t think it meant after …” She sucked on her inner cheek and teetered from foot to foot, her gaze dropping. “I mean, we are just in a Sex Education class. I thought it was …”
“For committed relationships?” I finished. “No.”
“Oh,” she murmured.
“Do you need fresh clothes? Underwear?”
Cheeks red, she nodded. “If you have any, that would be nice. I have a long ride home.”
I held out my hand for her to place her panties in. She stared at it for a moment, then placed her books on the desk and shuffled out of her underwear. She glanced at the trash, as if she was going to disobey me and toss them out, then she placed them into my hand.
“Good girl,” I cooed, earning another blush.
“Professor Patton,” she whispered, following me out of the classroom and into the main hallway toward the closet, where Michelle made sure to keep fresh clothes in case there was any type of accident. “Was what we did … okay?”
After handing her some fresh underwear, I turned around to face her, looking for any sort of regret on her face. “Why are you asking? You do remember your safeword, don’t you, Miss Monroe? If you didn’t—”
“It’s not that I didn’t want it—or even like it,” she added, face turning a darker shade. She played with the ends of her skirt again, avoiding eye contact with me. “But you’re my professor and so much older and more experienced than I am.”
“You don’t have to participate,” I said honestly to her. “Stop me at any time if you don’t feel comfortable because I am a greedy bastard and will take and take and take whatever I want—that is, until you speak your safeword.”
“O-okay—”
“How was your first real class?” Michelle asked, walking into the hallway toward us with a stack of papers and beaming at Sierra.
“Good.” Sierra tucked some hair behind her ear. “I need to head home.”
“Not so fast,” I said, catching her arm before she could escape. “You’re not walking.”
“The next bus is in forty-five minutes,” she said. “I have to—”
Once I waved good night to Michelle, I pulled out a set of keys from my pants pocket and placed my hand on her lower back, guiding her from the front of the club to a side door, which was for exclusive use.
She glanced up at me and shook her head, as if she wanted to argue with me. But I would have none of it. I wouldn’t let any student walk home this late at night.
After unlocking my car, I opened the door for her. She stared at it through wide eyes for a moment, mouth dropping open slightly. My dick twitched as the thought of pushing myself between those full lips drifted through my mind.
“This is your car?” she asked, sitting in the passenger seat. “It’s so nice.”
“Yes,” I said, shutting the door softly behind her, then slipping into the driver’s seat.
I set my buzzing phone on the center console, ignored the call from my financial adviser, and started the car. Last year, I had sold the artificial intelligence software company that I had been building since eighteen and invested the majority of the money back into stock and properties for low-income and financially struggling families. And Jeff, my adviser, sometimes didn’t know when to stop calling me about potential opportunities.
I respected it, but I had enough on my plate right now.
Like figuring out how not to … think about Sierra the way that I was.
* * *
Fifteen minutes later, after following Sierra’s directions to Forbes Avenue in Oakland, I pulled up to the side of an apartment building right on the main street. A group of rowdy college-aged guys sat outside on the curb, hiding beers.
“You live here?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said, glancing out the window. “With a roommate.”
When she pulled on the handle, I grabbed her wrist. “You’re safe here?”
She giggled nervously. “As far as I know.”
I released her wrist and let her exit the car, swinging her backpack over her shoulder.
“See you next week, Professor Patton,” she said, glancing in through the window.
“I’d actually like you to attend Thursday’s class, Miss Monroe,” I said, unable to stop myself.
She had no reason to be at Thursday’s class with the guys, but like I had told her, I was a greedy bastard who would take what she gave me.
“With the guys?” She widened her eyes. “You would?”
I tightened my hand around the steering wheel. “Yes, I would. And you might want to bring a spare change of underwear for it. You’re going to need them.”