It wasn’t a secret that I was unfamiliar with my sexuality. I hadn’t ever been with anyone before, and the couple of boyfriends I had over the years never got close. I never wanted them that close—not after my talk with Elliot that one summer, anyway. Suddenly, it felt like all those years of hormones were hitting me all at once. I was in so much need that it was almost painful.
EVE: Should I make the same kind of video?
This time, he responded much quicker.
ELLIOT: Don’t you dare.
I frowned. I didn’t understand why he wouldn’t want to see me touch myself in a video. He wanted the picture. Or did he want to know if I’d listen?
EVE: Why not?
ELLIOT: I want to be the one to make you come. Your cunt is mine. Chase doesn’t get to play with it, and neither do you. It’s for me only. If you make yourself come, you’ll be punished like never before, Evelyn. Do you understand?
I stared at his response, my breathing heavier. He wanted to be the one to make me come undone.
EVE: Yes.
ELLIOT: Good girl. Go take a cold shower, hydrate, eat some dinner, do your homework, and get some rest. Good night.
EVE: Good night, Professor West.
I smiled to myself as I dropped my phone onto my stomach. I was tempted not to listen, but even though I wanted to come undone more than ever before, I wanted to obey. I wanted to please him.
So, I did what he told me to do. I took a cold shower, and by the time I got out, I had forgotten about the pain between my thighs. I made myself some dinner before I got some studying done. I finished up the last of my homework and tucked myself into bed.
Only it wasn’t Netflix I was watching. It was his video, and then I was in pain all over again. I played the video repeatedly. Each time my name fell from his lips, my heart would race and my stomach would clench.
I didn’t know what I wanted more: to make myself come undone or to impatiently wait until he could do it for me. I knew that his skills would be much better than mine, so that was worth the wait.
I sighed and rolled onto my side, vowing to be patient and to hold up my end of the deal: he gave the orders. All I had to do was listen.
ELLIOT
She wanted to send me a video of her pleasuring herself.
My cock leaped in excitement. I could only imagine how that might look. As badly as I wanted to watch that show, I couldn’t let her go through with it. I wanted her wound so tight that a slight breeze could set her off. I wanted to be the one to make her come, and I wanted to teach her some patience. She had already learned the hard way that disobeying me resulted in punishment. I just had to teach her that being a good girl would result in a reward.
I didn’t know what exactly prompted the change in her. It was as if she had been fighting for her life one minute, and then, suddenly, she stopped. I had broken her.
Or at least I thought I had.
Much like a wild horse that will spook and knock you on your ass, enough work and patience resulted in her following my every command. She didn’t like those punishments, but I was going to teach her how being a good girl would pay off. I wanted her to want that reward. I wanted her to work for it, crave it, beg for it.
While I may have been a professor, I was also learning myself. I was learning to build trust with another person. Thatalone was a massive feat for me, especially after the last time I was stupid enough to trust someone.
I had veered off the path I paved, but I didn’t care. I’d always heard that life was about the journey, not the destination. The end would come soon enough. I was going to focus on the adventure.
I wondered if she was really going to listen to me or if it would be like the times before, when she ran off behind my back, but something told me a switch had been flipped.
As I sat behind my desk in my home office, I wondered where her hands were. Were her palms pressed together and tucked under her cheek as she slept, or were they buried in her panties, playing with the pussy I claimed?
Since I couldn’t watch a video of her pleasuring herself, I had to imagine it. I let my head fall back against my leather desk chair and closed my eyes as I pictured her bedroom. I could see her lying in the dimly lit bed, her hand between her legs as she rubbed vigorously at her clit. I imagined the way her back would arch, how her nipples would look hardening under her white sleep shirt. I could hear her gasping breath as she worked herself closer and closer to release. I even imagined that it was my name falling from her lips. My cock stiffened in my pants, but I refused to pleasure myself. If she was as close as I thought she was, it was only a matter of time before the line between us was completely erased.
I stoodbehind my podium and watched as she entered the classroom. She had on that sweater dress again, only thistime, she had paired it with a pair of black pantyhose that featured thick black lines sewn into them, giving them a striped appearance. She didn’t wear the knee-high boots either. She wore a pair of heeled boots that only reached up to her ankles. The dress fit her to perfection, hugging her perfect tits and tiny waist. She offered a bashful smile as she passed by. She dropped her paper on my desk without pause.
As I waited for other students to arrive at class, I skimmed over the paper she had written. The first page was the cover page, which included her name, date, and class. The second page was the assignment, exactly as I wanted it. The third page she added on. It looked to be a thousand words on how she promised to obey me with a list of demands she would follow without question. I took the paper over to my desk and placed it in my briefcase, locking it. The last fucking thing I needed was for that paper to get into the wrong hands.
I started class and proceeded with the lecture and assignment. We had an exam coming up, so for the last fifteen minutes or so, we had a study session where I asked questions and they rushed to answer them. When I dismissed class, everyone got up and started to file out of the room. I looked up to find Evelyn walking toward me with a darkness in her eyes that I hadn’t seen before.
