All Chapters of Professor Dearest: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

MATTEO’S POVI can’t believe that this very playful and radical version of Arlette exists until she met her brother. Anthony Winthrop is a small thorn in the flesh, but we get along well, especially since Dante offered him that game and he promised to be a good boy. I take into consideration his deteriorating health, the fact that he is in pain, but Arlette going in to fight him is wild. I can’t have her injuring him or aggravating his situation. Carrying Arlette to her seat, I buckle her seatbelt in time for the jet to descend. We don’t talk through out the ride to the house and when we get home, my men and staff are excited to see us. Tony and Lydia has no clothes, so, one of the things they’ll have to do is go shopping wherever they want, or they could just use my card to order online. Grabbing the door, I enter and within ten minutes, my new guests know their rooms on the second floor and they are excited about having personal space to clean up or go to the kitchen. Now, i

MATTEO’S POVI know it’s exciting what I’m about to do to Arlette when she wiggles her bottom, giving me a nice view of that ass that I love so much. First. I go on my knees, my hips coming forward and pushing forth that it grazes her assailed. I love it how a simple whimper escapes her lips as she looks backward. “Look forward, little one,” I tell her, hoping that she is relaxed enough. I need her lubricated. Focused as well. There’s no telling that she wouldn’t hurt if she isn’t relaxed enough. “Daddy!” Arlette’s voice calls out softly to me and I stare at her, a small smile printing on my face. She sighs, and I know she isn’t quite sure on what to expect from me, which somehow is the best part because I’m excited to see how good she’ll take my cock. “I’ve fantasized over this day for so long, baby girl. I’ve always dreamed to be balls deep in your asshole. Tell me you want me in there, Red.” I mutter, using the lube to rub on my dick. I feel Arlette’s eyes close as she

ARLETTE’S POV“I lost!” I say in horror as I slap both hands on my face, staring at Tony as if he made me lose. The movie was scary, the macabre in it got chills running dow my spine and worse part, we aren’t even fifteen minutes into the movie. “Of course you lost, Allie. You can’t win any deal against me,” he tells me mockingly. Humphing, I stand up, ready to leave the room. “Don’t be a sore loser, Allie. Let’s watch something else, please,” he begs. Sighing, I sit, picking a thriller to watch. We got our minds wrapped trying to find who the killer was. At one point, we heard a rasp Knock on the door. It was Matteo. He slide into the room, sitting beside me, watching the movie. “We have a bet. Fifty dollars for whoever guess the right killer,” Tony offers. I gasps glaring at him in disbelief. “No way you are going to win against me twice in one night,” I state. “Are you sure? Because I know I’m going to win,” he giggles so sure of himself. Sighing, I nod, giving him

MATTEO’S POVThe club Edmond Reyes had chosen for this meet up was very fishy. First, we saw a lot of kids hanging out guarding the premises, and now, there are a lot of men walking in and out with wraps of weed as if it wasn’t illegal in the state. We are led by a group of boys who immediately know who we are and why we are here. Edmund is blowing his dick off in a girl’s mouth when we enter and he takes his time, hitting the back of the struggling girl’s throat: It’s no doubt that the girl doesn’t want to blow steam off his limp cock, but she somehow needs the money which is sad. The asshole cums, removes a few crisp notes and throw it on her body, which she happily takes and heads out, her head bent low so much that I smell the embarrassment on her. Reyes turns his attention to me in salutation, slipping his sorry excuse of a cock back where it came from. “Matteo Scarpelli. I didn’t expect you to rush here in such a short time. I thought I could have more than my dick sucked,

ARLETTE’S POVI understand why Matteo is mad at me and his need to punish me, but what I wouldn’t wrap my head around is how he is treating me right now knowing that he is clearly on the wrong. “You are hurting me,” I cough out, feeling pins of pain shoot through my nervous system. Slowly, he releases his hands from my beast, taking a couple of steps away from me, disgusted by his actions. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes. I don’t know if that’s genuine, I don’t know if I should accept or reject it. In the end, I walk to the closet, picking out clothes I’ll need for the outing with Tony. Fully dressed, I watch Matteo from the corners of my eyes being nervous as he doesn’t know what to say to me, or how to bridge the topic. “Where are you going to? I can come along,” he says calmly. “Not necessary. I’ll be hanging out with Anthony all day. I’ve not seen him in a long while, and I promised to take him out already,” I explained holding the urge to roll my eyes at him. Standing