I ended up giving Mason his way. I figured if nothing else, getting a buzz going would take the edge off, plus I did want to catch the game, and I knew the sports bar would have it on one of its many displays. I locked up my office and made the walk to Strike Out, where Mason was waiting in front of the restaurant for me.
“Man, you look as tense as you sounded over the phone. What’s going on with you?” he asked, shaking my hand.
I waved mine through the air, dismissing his concern. “Just life. Fucking students. Let’s get inside. I’m more than ready to drown out my problems with a cold one.”
He chuckled at that. We made our way inside. The place was crowded, but I’d seen it worse. They weren’t turning people away, and they still had seats, so I tried not to focus on how crowded it was. Mason was the assistant football coach, so he had a reputation with the students. They all saw him as one of the guys. I was one of the toughest professors on campus, so students tended to avoid me whenever possible.
It didn’t take long for Mason to be noticed by students. The girls smiled, and the guys gave him a high five or a wave as we were shown to our table. After the waitress took our order and walked away, it only took about five minutes before the first student made their way up.
While he spoke with his student, I tried to keep my attention on the game being projected onto the large side wall, but my eyes kept wandering, taking in face after face. There was a large group toward the back. Mostly guys, but a few girls looked to have joined the guys. That’s when I noticed Evelyn sitting at a smaller table with the guy from class, and my jealousy surfaced like an angry lion.
She was still wearing the purple sweater and the black skirt that I’d flipped up in my office. I wondered if she even bothered to go home and change her panties, or were they still wet from being bent over my knee? My cock twitched with that thought, and I had to readjust myself beneath the table.
I didn’t like the way he was looking at her. He kept his eyes trained on hers, listening to everything she had to say. When one of his friends would try to get his attention, he’d wave them off, showing Evelyn that he wouldn’t allow his time with her to be interrupted. She was eating it up, too. Her cheeks were blushing from his attention. She was batting her lashes and laughing.
Then the touches started. She reached across the table and touched his hand. His eyes dropped from hers, down to their hands, and back. He flipped his hand over, holding hers as they continued to talk and laugh.
I watched as they got up and went to the bar. With every seat taken, they squeezed in together at the end. He was facing her, and my stomach clenched when I watched him put his hand on her lower back. She looked at him, a smile on her pretty face.
I tightened my hand around my beer as I watched him lean into her. She didn’t back away. She lifted herself onto her toes. Their lips touched, and I brought my glass to my lips, chugging down several long drinks. I hoped the cold beer cooled the flames burning inside of me, but it didn’t. It was like pouring gasoline over an already out-of-control fire. I felt my stomachtighten. My chest felt tense, and I was barely getting in enough air as I tried to control the anger surging through me.
Their kiss finally broke off. I was able to suck in a gulp of air. She excused herself, and I watched as she headed back toward the bathrooms. He turned toward the bar and started placing an order when the bartender approached.
“I’m going to the restroom,” I told Mason as I stood.
He glanced at me and gave a nod, but returned his attention to the student in front of him. With him not watching me, I glanced back at the bar to make sure Evelyn’s date wasn’t looking either. I was in the clear as I dipped into the hallway that led to the restrooms. I’d been there enough to know that both restrooms had only a single stall. There was one for men and one for women. When the door started to open, I pushed my way inside.
She gasped and backed up in the small space until her ass was against the sink.
“What are you doing here?” she asked when I twisted back to lock the door.
I turned to her. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
She crinkled her brows. “I’m hanging out with friends.”
“Bullshit.You’re on a date. Don’t fucking lie to me.” I wrapped my hand around her neck. I leaned in until my nose was touching hers. “Maybe I need to remind you that you agreed to this deal. You are mine until I say I’m done with you. That means no dating, and don’t you fucking dare to let another man touch you. Do you understand?”
Her brows knitted together as she met my glare. “That’s not what I agreed to,” she whispered. “Those weren’t the rules. You didn’t say?—”
I tightened my hold just a little, making her cheeks stain crimson. “Did you even change your panties before you came here, or are you still wearing the ones that I made wet?” My eyesfell to her lips. I hated knowing that mine weren’t the last ones to touch them.
“Who knew you’d turn out to be such a little masochist?” My mouth crashed against hers, and I thrust my tongue into her mouth. I bit her lower lip, forcing her to kiss me, and she whimpered, the sound sending a wave of need straight to my dick. I wanted so much more. I wanted her pleas, her tears, her moans, and whimpers. I wanted her submission. I wanted her to be mine and nobody else’s.
I broke our kiss off, and I ran my nose up across her cheek to her ear. “When I let you go, I want you to leave and go home. Alone. Do you understand?” I nipped her earlobe. “I’m not fucking around, Evelyn. You belong to me until the end of the semester.”
“Y-Yes, Professor West,” she whispered.
I inhaled the scent of her hair, and I released her before stepping aside. It only took her a few seconds to unlock the door and rush through it.
I followed her out, rubbing my jaw as I stepped out of the hallway and back into the main area. I glanced at the bar as I headed toward my table, but her date was no longer standing there. When I took my seat across from Mason, he was already digging into his wings with his attention on the game. I filled my empty glass with the beer from the pitcher and took a drink.
“Everything alright?”
I pulled my basket of wings closer. I happened to catch a glimpse of the group Evelyn and her date had been sitting with. Suddenly, her date was alone and looked unhappy, and Evelyn was nowhere to be seen.
I smirked and nodded. “Everything’s fine.”
Mason and I stayed at the bar for several hours, putting away beer after beer while watching the game. Evelyn never came back in, and deep down, that made me happy. I loved that shewas listening to me, even if she didn’t want to. I knew that we were on the right path because one day, she would listen and follow the rules I set for her. Just thinking of the day it came to fruition made my cock stiffen in excitement.
