All Chapters of His Student Mistress : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ZOEY "Zoey, you literally just had multiple orgasms." Professor Beaumont explained to her in a pleading tone, and Zoey had never loved anything so much. How the tables had turned. She was young, and inexperienced, but she wasn't dumb. She knew for a long time that she wanted her professor. The audacity to approach him was what she didn't have. Now, she was going to get what she wanted. "I want you to give me an orgasm." She breathed as she continued to grind on him, making him even harder. At this point, she could feel his erection poking against her crotch. "You can't say things like that to me, Zoey." Professor Beaumont whispered to her, shaking his head like he was walking on thin ice, and he needed to be cautious with her. His hands balled up into fists in an attempt to not touch her. "The thoughts I've been having, Simon. I want you in every way possible it's unimaginable." She told him, swallowing. "Zoey..." Professor Beaumont said, trying to push her off of

SIMON Due to the ongoing theories about him, and the news circulating around the internet, Simon spent barely any time on his phone or outside. He used to love going on long walks, and running around the estate, but when he was under public scrutiny, he had to enclose himself within the confines of his mansion. He had three business meetings during the early hours of the day, and closed a few business deals. When he stared at the time on his smartwatch, he saw that he still had so many hours to himself, and so he hit the gym in his home, going at it until his muscles felt so sore. He used every equipment there was. Even the decline bench that sat at the far end, collecting dust because of the lack of use. Three hours later, Simon's libido was at an all time high. The truth of the matter was that before he went to bed last night, he made a commitment to himself that he was going to do his absolute best to not think about her, and the life changing head she gave him yesterday.

ZOEY Two days after she had phone sex with her professor, she still felt on top of the world. A feeling of euphoria washed over her as she padded down the hallway of her faculty, exuding an unmatched level of femininity. Yes, he was drunk, and she was well aware of the fact that he would flip the switch, but it still wouldn't change the fact that it happened. Also, she just felt the need to study after the interaction.  It was the last period, and that meant it was time for Professor Beaumont's class. Everyone waited for about thirty minutes, and he was no where to be found. Professor Beaumont was never late. Students began to murmur among themselves, talking about what could be wrong exactly when Dr. Emerson casually strode into the lecture hall, advancing to the front. "Good afternoon, students." Some students murmured greetings back while some remained quiet. Some like Zoey.

SIMON The semester exams were commencing in less than six weeks. Simon had been away for some time given that he had to get his shit together. He stepped into the lecture hall, and all of a sudden, everyone was so happy to see him which struck him as weird because two weeks back, they were pointing accusing fingers at him, and calling him chauvinistic, and every other terrible word in the dictionary. He knew he was an asshole, but it hadn't gotten to that level. While he taught, students smiled and asked a million and one questions. He was cautious to only look at the front row, trying to avoid having eye-contact with a certain someone. "I know you young people of now like to wait till the last minute before studying, but I'll advise you to begin now. I'll release some materials before the end of the week that will aid you in working smart, and not hard. Do have a lovely day, everyone." He concluded his lecture. Everybody gave a standing ovation, clapping as though he'd

SIMON The space he put between them was the best decision he made at that point. He circled the car, tossed the briefcase to the backseat, and jerked his head at the now empty seat, telling her to sit before making his way back to the driver’s seat and slamming the door shut. He stared out the window before his gaze landed on the Audemars Piguet watch sitting on his wrist. Staring sideways, he could see the long line of traffic that was beginning to form. The initial plan was the go back to his house, but with Zoey now seated in his car, he doubted he could do that. He knew the building plan of his house like the back of his hand, and would find her if he needed to—something he was steering clear of. He started the car, the engine roaring to life before it swung into motion. The drive was a silent one, with Simon in his head for the entirety of it. He turned to look at Zoey, and found her shivering. It was so much worse than before he asked her to get into the car. He