All Chapters of Call Me Daddy : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

AvelineI woke up late on purpose, or maybe he let me. The room was still dim. The curtains were only half closed. I felt the ache between my legs from last night and I felt him sitting on the edge of the bed like he had been watching me sleep.“Good morning, Aveline,” he said. “Office hours started without you.”I sat up slowly. My mouth was dry. My heart was already going too fast.On the desk there was a small black bag I had not seen last night. He opened it like it was normal. Soft rope. A dark silk scarf. A slim vibrator I knew. I had told him about that toy in a late message I should never have sent. My face went hot.“You brought that,” I whispered.“I listen,” he said. “Even when you pretend it was only talk.”He stood up and pulled the covers off me. I was still naked. He looked at me the way he looked at a draft he meant to mark.“Today you are the graduate student who stayed after hours,” he said. “You did not leave when you should have. Now you belong in my temporary clas

Aveline The hotel door shut and the quiet felt different from the library. No footsteps. No carts. Just us and the bed and the thing he had promised in the elevator.“Strip,” Professor Xavier said. “Then lie on your stomach. Do not rush. I will not rush either.”I took my clothes off with shaking hands. The blouse. The skirt. Nothing under it, just the smear of him still on my thighs from the stacks. I climbed onto the bed and lay down. My face went into the pillow. My heart was so loud I thought he could hear it.He sat beside me. I heard the cap of the lube. I felt his hand on my back first, warm, steady, like he was telling my body to stay.“This is new for you,” he said. “We go slow. You breathe. You push back when I say. You say Professor when it burns. You say it again if it starts to feel like something you want. If it is too much, you say stop and I stop. Do you understand?”“Yes, Professor.”“Good girl.”His fingers were slick. He rubbed over me first, circling, patient. The

AvelineThe ice bucket sat on the desk like it had been waiting for us. Check-out was later. The room still smelled like sleep and sex. I was sore in places I had not been sore on Friday, and I still wanted him.Professor Xavier took one cube and held it up so I could see it drip.“Last morning,” he said. “Temperature. Then you surrender all the way. You know the rule.”“Yes, Professor.”He laid me on my back. No rope. Just me and the cold and his hands. He circled the ice around my nipple until it ached and tightened. I gasped. He watched my face.“Say it.”“Professor.”He put his warm mouth over the same spot. The contrast made me jerk. Heat after freeze. I grabbed the sheet.“Good girl. That is not punishment. That is feeling. You stay with me.”He did the other nipple the same way. Cube. Ache. Mouth. Praise. My skin jumped. My breath went thin. He trailed the ice down my stomach and left a wet line that his tongue followed. I felt opened and looked-after at the same time.“You are

MayaI sat on my bed the next afternoon and I felt the ache between my legs from yesterday and I still told myself I would stay home. Then I put on a skirt anyway. No panties, just like he said. The cloth stuck to me a little because I was already wet from thinking about the table and his hand and the way he pushed his come back inside me.The greenhouse never cooled properly. I saw that as soon as I stepped through the door. Condensation ran down the glass in slow rivers. Humidity sat on my skin like a second layer. The air was thick and sweet with tomato vines and wet dirt. My heart was beating so hard I could hear it in my ears.Elias was waiting by the potting table. Sleeves rolled up. Dirt on his hands again. He looked at me the same way he did yesterday, like he already knew I would come.“Lock it,” he said.I locked it. The click sounded final.“Take it off. All of it. Right now.”My fingers shook on the buttons of my shirt. I pulled it off and dropped it on the wet floor. Then

MayaI saw the door was not fully shut before I even reached the greenhouse. The latch was up on purpose. A thin line of warm air leaked out and the smell of wet dirt and flowers came with it. My stomach dropped and tightened at the same time because I knew he had done that on purpose and I still walked in.The greenhouse sat close enough to the property line that the neighbor on the far side could see movement if they looked at the right angle through the foliage. Elias knew it. He had told me once while we were watering, almost casually, that the far bay was the only spot where a person walking the side path might catch the shape of someone inside if the light hit wrong. He had not said it like a warning. He had said it like a fact he wanted me to carry.Today he did not greet me. He stood in that far bay with his back already to the glass, tall canna lilies and hanging ferns closing around him like a green room. He looked at me and then he looked at the floor in front of his boots.