PSYCHO PROFESSOR'S PLAYTHING

LILY’S POV~

That day it happened, I wasn't meant to be on campus; I should have left for the holiday break.

It was one of those days fate catches you on your ass. Stay with me now; I'm getting to it.

When I finally got home for the entire week’s break, Mom had bored me endlessly about the hot new neighbor who moved in a few days ago.

She and the other cougars in town have been having a field day since he arrived.

“Oh, Lily, he is just gorgeous!” My mom exclaimed with excitement.

"I don't know how your live-in boyfriend would feel about this," I stated, and she laughed it off.

I rolled my eyes and sighed, “I've been here for a whole week, and I still haven't seen this person. Oh my God, Mom! Aren't you making all this up?”

My mom laughed and passed me a toast. “You’ll see him soon. Mrs. Derry said he got a new job or something,” she chuckled.

“She said he is mysterious; I know because he lives just opposite us.”

I was now curious, really wanting to see this strange, mysterious man new to town, so I sat by the window opposite his house and waited for him to show up, but hours passed and he still didn't show up.

Shit, what a waste of time!

I'm failing my psych class, and here I was waiting on a mysterious man I shouldn't be caring about.

“Mom, I'm leaving. I'll see you next week, okay?” I waved at her and left. As I stepped out of the house, I hit the flowerpot, and I tripped and spilled my bag all over the stairs.

I found myself unbalanced, the hard ground ready to receive my blood. A hand held me in place, and I landed on a hard chest; a masculine aura bathed the air.

I looked up and gasped, Oh my God, it can't be!

It's him….

Flashback to a week ago….

“Shit, he died? Mr. Derrin died?” Tasha asked, tapping me to listen too

“Yeah, a few days ago, and in a weird way too, they said he hung himself,” Jay, my coursemate, narrated.

“Damn, that's so sad,” Tasha replied, and we all nodded before Jay clapped her hand in excitement.

“But have you met the substitute? I heard he is so handsome; the girls over at KNS say he is smoking hot, and as usual, Alice called dibs on him already, so go after him, and she’ll end you,” Jay informed us.

Alice Winters, sorority leader of Kappa Nu Sirens, the hottest sorority on campus, is making my life a living hell just for the fun of it.

Even though she had a boyfriend, she’d call dibs on the new hot guys, and no one dared to challenge her.

“Don’t we have a psych class today? So we get to meet him then!” She tapped me excitedly.

I gave a weak smile. ” I just hope whoever he is, he will give me grace on the last test I failed horribly.”

The lecture hall was rowdy as usual when he came in.

Everyone stopped, and the strong scent of his pheromones lingered in the air as he took each stride forward.

He dropped his iPad on the table and quietly connected it to the projector. As he did, his face was still a mystery. All he gave us was a downward view of his hair covering his face. He had long hair covering his mysterious face.

Soon the projector came on, and his name came up on the board in front.

Dr. Edward Wolfe.

He looked up, and I could hear most of the girls, if not all, fawning and awwing at his elegance and poise; he was devilishly handsome, and he looked stern. I felt something stir in me.

“Before we start the class, I’d like to inform you that I do not take exception to laziness and failure. If I smell that weakness in any of my students, I am quick to snuff it out of you in a heartbeat.” His voice commanded the room; no one dared to question him.

My mind wandered as I glared at him, my eyes roaming through every outline of his strong physique.

For an older man in his 40s, he looked too delicious to...

“Miss Lily Martins?” I heard my name, Tasha tapped me, and I looked at her. “What?” I asked.

She pointed towards the professor, and I got up ashamed. I heard snickering and laughter around me.

“Daydreaming is not allowed in my lecture hall. If you want to create butterflies, I suggest you take the art class,” he said sternly, his eyes downcast as he picked up a paper from the table.

“I can see why you failed your class; get out of your head or get a new course. I will not tolerate failure; next time, you are out! Got it!” His voice echoed through the hall like a warning.

He looked straight at me, and in that awkward moment his eyes softened; it left a lingering feeling creeping around my thighs.

Something moist…

Class was soon dismissed, and my utter humiliation was the new gist. Soon, I got nicknamed Simple Simon.

However, destiny, or maybe a more sinister force, had other ideas left for me.

Except for the sound of my boots, the hallways were deserted and quiet. After Intro to Psychology, I had left my sketchpad in the auditorium, and I had to get it back

With all of his threats I cannot fail his class again.

Tasha wasn't going to sacrifice her beauty sleep for me, so I managed to get the courage to come back by myself, and I sneaked through the back door without anyone noticing.

The plan was simple: enter, grab my shit, and skedaddle out of there. Everything was going as planned right up till I heard it.

A groan, then came the steady creak of a desk, and then a muffled moan.

My heart skidded as I froze and crept behind the open door of Dr Derrin’s Former office.

I slid behind the curtain and took a look.

I saw him, my substitute psych professor Dr. Edward Wolfe, and bitchy nice leader of KNS Alice Winters going at it.

His typical tweed jacket was not on him; it was lying on the floor.

Alice had her gown gathered up to her belly, and he held her by the hips; she wore only a black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the veins protruding.

Alice Winters is a prudent and immaculate student representative by day and a poisonous, bitchy-nice slut by night.

She once told me I wasn't "sorority material." She sprawled on Dr. Wolfe's table, slutting it out. Who isn't sorority material now, you bitch?

I reached for my phone to record them. I knew it was wrong, but I'd use it to blackmail him to pass my next test.

Her skirt gathered around her waist as her hands clawed at his back. He spoke dirty words into her ear in a raspy snarl.

I watched him ruthlessly slide in and out of her, bursts of energy I couldn't dare take on as he whispered dark things to her.

I wanted to know what he said, because in that last thrust, she screamed in pleasure, and he put a hand over her mouth and kept thrusting.

Making an animalistic grunt.

I stopped recording, and I wanted to look away.

I should have. But I was rooted. Breathless.

His hips snapped into hers over and over. He was brutal as he controlled her body with his huge hands, and somehow that turned me on, and I felt that moist feeling again between my legs.

His animal instinct took over. She cried out to stop, but he didn’t stop.

“Why? You wanted it, right? Well, here it is. Don't tell me you can't handle a little thrust; you are the baddest girl on campus, aren't you?” He asked, pulling her hair till she screamed again; he held his hand over her mouth.

“Scream, and I'll double it; don't test me. You called dibs, and no one knows you are here, right? Well, a bad girl like you should be punished.”

He didn't stop, not one bit; he pounded into her over and over like a crazy, insatiable beast.

Then Alice said something, too loudly. Too smug.

Something about him, something she shouldn't have, and then he stopped.

He paused for a while before I saw his dick fall softly out from her.

And then he turned violent in an instant. He grabbed her. “Where did you hear that from? Are you already spreading rumors about me?” He groaned in anger, his thick voice scaring the crap out of Alice.

They argued, and she slapped him. Dr. Wolfe grabbed her wrist; Alice struggled, and she reached for her clothes, her heel suddenly catching on a cord. She stumbled—

Her head hit the edge of the table too hard, and she hit the floor with a thud; blood gushed out.

Silence, I gasped……. Too loud.

His eyes snapped to the curtain.

I ran.

Down the hallway, heart pounding. I didn’t stop until I reached the dorm.

I collapsed on my bed, clutching my sketchpad. My lungs burned.

What the hell had I just witnessed? Better question: why was I soaking wet?

The next morning, I went home for a break.

Flashback ends

Still clinging to his arms, I looked deep into his green, sparkling eyes, fear gripping me tightly.

A tingling sensation as his eyes roamed mine.

He smiled as his grip tightened around my waist; he held my gaze for a while before finally letting me go.

“I'll see you in class tomorrow.”