Chapter 5

ARLETTE’S POV

Life has a weird way to trample on you when you are already on the ground because why the fuck is the guy I’ve been thinking of all weekend in class as my History Professor?

It’s already hard that I must navigate town without a car and jumping from buses and riding with friends, now, this strange man who made my body twist in so many ways is right in front of me?

His preying look on my body makes me ignore the fact that I am giving a spectacle to a class filled with students who are now chattering around me.

“Achoooo! Ow Chummmmm!” I sneeze repeatedly, begging God to open the ground and swallow me up.

When the Professor grabs his coat and moves towards me, wrapping it around my shoulder, I freeze, breathing in his expensive cologne.

“Come, I’ll help you to a seat before you fall down,” he says guiding me to a chair in the middle of the class. I can’t help but notice the enticing eyes of other students on me, and now, the noise was getting to me.

“QUIET!” The Professor orders and in dismay, I watch the class turn into a graveyard.

When he is satisfied with how calm the class is, he turns to me and says, “I am Professor Quinn. Do you mind introducing yourself? Also, is History a major or minor course for you this semester?” He asks.

I can’t help but feel many burning eyes waiting to hear what I have to say. Gulping, I find the courage to speak up.

“My name is Arlette Winthrop and History is a major course for me,” I finished enjoying the warmth of his soft coat.

“Well, welcome to my class, Miss Winthrop, you have missed two classes already, I don’t care for whatever reason you were absent, you have to submit an apology to me next class, and meet me in my office after class to get your own copy of an assignment you are to work on and submit next class as well.”

With such grace, I watch this man leave as if he had not just been tendered towards me.

Feeling wet and uncomfortable, I don’t focus on most part of the lesson as my eyes are glued to this man.

Professor Quinn? Standing tall in front of the class in a pair of classy black dressed pants, square rimmed glasses that makes his nose pointier, and his beard. Everything about this man screams wealth and dangerous mixed together.

I should focus, but I find it hard when my Professor is the same man who had had his fingers rubbing my panties until I cum shamefully, screaming profanities at the same time.

With rosy cheeks, I lift my head from my desk to face this man, and I gasp when I notice his eyes on me.

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The class ends and I rush out of the classroom to my other lectures of the day, keeping in mind that I need to head to Professor Quinn’s office at the end of the day.

Mondays are busy for me and by the time I find the time to search for his office and go there, it is pushing six p.m.

I knock on the door, and a cold voice comes through.

“Come in.”

I enter and close the door behind me. Prof Quinn stands from behind his desk and his looming presence causes my breath to hitch and I faintly begin to struggle with my breathing.

He must have noticed it because he sits down and nods his head, inviting me to sit. I started rambling to fill the space.

“I am so sorry for today and the other night. Fuck! I am such an idiot. What was I thinking trying to get laid by strangers? Also, thank you for your coat, it is still drenched, but I will clean it for you and bring it back next class...” I trail when I see the man’s eyes staring at my lips as I talked.

“Is there something on my face?” I asked, touching my face.

Professor Quinn stands and advances towards me, and my breath hitched in my throat.

One second, I am sitting all scared and at the same time curious, and the next second he flips me over his desk, knocking off some books as he does so.

“Professor!” I moan out, my eyes widening at how sexy I just sounded.

“We’ve got unfinished business to conclude,” he mutters sliding his leg between mine, causing me to part mine and accommodate him.

“But... this is... Forbidden. We are in school and anyone could walk through those doors.” I try to reason with him.

Professor Quinn’s hand comes up and forms a collar around my neck, just enough to feel safe. Chuckling, he presses further into me, making me feel the bulge. It felt... huge.

“It’s the thought of getting caught that makes this much fun, Red. Now, kiss me.” He orders.

As if on command, I turn around and our lips meet in a ferocious kiss. I’m drowning in this man, his throat rumbles and I want more.

“Pl... plea... please...” I beg a little out of breath.

“Take off your panties,” He orders.

I can’t remember how fast I took it off, but Prof Quinn grabs it, pushing it to his face. “I’m keeping this as a reward,” he murmurs as he lifts me off the ground and sits me on his desk.

Kneeling, I feel the man’s warm lips capture my pussy, eating me out.

“Awh! Awwhh! Professor...” I moan as I feel my legs giving way as ripple of my pleasure streak down my legs.

Prof Quinn licks it off, his eyes staring straight at me.

Releasing me, I feel embarrassment washed through me at what I had just done.

“Fuck!” I cuss as I pull my skirt down, pick up the assignment Prof Quinn hands to me and I carry my bag and rush out of the room with no explanations needed.

I’ve been a fool to let a man so cold and dangerous as him touch me.

“Lettie? Oh Lettie, come here,” I hear Charlie call out to me as I enter the house and I rush into her arms.

“Shh! Baby, who hurt you? Who am I going to kill?” She asks, cradling me tightly.

“You know the man from the club I told you about? He is my History Professor,” I manage to say.

“What? Did he hurt you?” She asks concern lacing her voice.

“Worse. He ate my pussy out on his desk and made me cum while calling out his name.” I rushed the words out and burst into tears again.

“Holy fuck!” Charlie mouths out and it makes me crack out a little.

“We’ll figure things out, Lettie, we always do.” She says, assuring me.

‘What if we don’t?’ I ask rhetorically, closing my eyes from exhaustion.