Page 68 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 10

Monday

I was currently lying in corpse pose, staring at my living room ceiling. Dr. Clark would be happy with me at my next session. But I wasn’t doing this for him. For some reason I liked this one yoga pose. Just the one. The rest of it was slow ridiculousness.

Corpse pose. I let the name roll around in my head as I kept my body completely still.

Maybe I liked it because I spent most nights doing the same thing in the comfort of my bed.

But lying on the hardwood floor? It felt fitting.

Like it was my punishment for wanting to fuck one of my students.

I turned my head to look at the floorboards. Maybe I’d fuck her right here.

Breathe. The word to help distract me didn’t stop my train of thought.

It was one thing when I wanted to cross the line.

I was taking strides toward learning how to control myself.

But the fact that Penny wanted to cross the line too?

That made it feel real. It made it feel possible.

And I could picture being with her that much more easily.

Penny Taylor. She seemed so innocent. But she did in fact want to cross the line.

Her response in class was proof of that.

"I've actually been having the same dream now for several nights.

It's always raining, but there's a man there holding an umbrella above the two of us so that we don't get soaked. And he kisses me.”

Yeah, I was going to fuck her right here.

Breathe. I was great at making bad decisions when properly tempted.

Maybe she was like that too. Full of bad choices.

We could be bad together. I could feel myself growing hard.

For fuck’s sake. “It’s corpse pose,” I said into the empty room. “You’re supposed to act like a corpse.”

Me reprimanding my growing erection did nothing.

There was a tent in my sweatpants that wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon.

I’d found that the best thing to do when I thought about Penny was to get her out of my system as fast as possible.

Unless I wanted to sport a boner in class.

I pushed my pants down and wrapped my hand around my hard cock, picturing her hand instead. Her mouth. Her parting thighs.

I’d provoked her response out of her today. I’d told her I’d dreamt that it was pouring outside. That I had the feeling that I was waiting for something exciting to happen. She was the exciting thing. I stroked myself faster, picturing her beneath me on the hardwood floor.

And then my phone buzzed.

Shit. I sat up from my broken corpse pose, my hand still on my cock. I was about to remove my hand, thinking it had to be Ellen texting me, when I saw that it was from an unknown number. There were very few people who had my new number. I grew even harder as I clicked on the text.

"I enjoyed our first date. But you stood me up today."

Penny. I smiled to myself. Was she referring to the fact that I’d had another student to talk to at the end of class? I’d hardly classify that as standing her up.

I ran my thumb along the pre-cum at my tip.

God. I’d been waiting for her text. And now that it was here?

It felt like she was in the room with me.

Staring at me. Would she like watching me touch myself?

Would that get her off? Seeing how hard I was for her?

I started stroking myself again, picturing her in the short skirt she was wearing in class today.

I typed out a response with my free hand.

"Miss Taylor, that was never my intention." I kept my response as clean as possible. Telling her I was as hard as stone and thinking about her? Not yet. That would depend on her response. And God I hoped her response was dirty. Maybe she’d tell me what she was wearing. Maybe she’d flat out tell me that she wanted me.

I closed my eyes, figuring it would be a while before that response came. That was the game, right? Text and respond half an hour later like you weren’t just sitting next to your phone?

And I’d be done soon and my mind would be clearer. I pictured her lounging in her bed. Maybe her hand was inching up her thigh. Pushing her lacy panties to the side. Swirling her index finger around her wetness. Soon it would be my tongue.

My phone buzzed again. I glanced at the screen.

"You dreamt about me."

All I do is dream of you. I stroked myself faster as I responded to her.

“I can’t control my dreams, Miss Taylor.

” And I couldn’t. Every time I closed my eyes I saw her.

My favorite dream? Her calling me Professor Hunter and dropping to her knees.

Her skirt riding up her thighs. Her lips wrapping tightly around my shaft.

My cum dripping down her chin. Her greedy tongue licking up every last drop.

Fuck. I grabbed a tissue, catching stream after stream of cum. Jesus. My breath was ragged as I removed the tissue. The evidence of my wanting her was enough to fill a few tissues.

My phone buzzed again.

"I don't want you to,” her response read.

She was asking me not to control my dreams. If the text had come in a second sooner…

maybe I would have told her about my dirty thoughts.

About how hard I wanted to fuck her. How I was thinking about her being here with me in my apartment.

Hell, maybe I would have gone and picked her up so that my fantasies would become a reality.

But now I was sitting alone in my empty apartment with a tissue filled with cum. And my arousal had been replaced by guilt. A pit of guilt in my stomach that was growing by the second.

Penny didn’t need a man like me in her life. I stood up and tossed the tissue in the trash. She needed someone good. Someone with less baggage. “Trust me, you do,” I texted back as I walked into my bedroom. I needed a hot shower. Or maybe a cold one. Something to rid me of this day.

"I don't trust you," her next text read.

I turned on the water, trying not to let her words affect me. She was the one that reached out to me. She was the one that started this conversation. So why was I the one that felt like shit?

But she had every right not to trust me. She didn’t know anything about me. If she did, she wouldn’t look at me with lust in her eyes. She’d be running in the opposite direction. I needed to push her in that wrong direction.

I shot off another text. "Miss Taylor, are you in need of someone to walk you home?" That would shut the conversation down. I’d already gotten what I needed tonight anyway. She was out of my system.

My phone buzzed. "I wish that I was, Professor Hunter.”

I tossed my phone onto the vanity and stepped into the steaming hot shower.

I wasn’t sure how long I stood there, but eventually the water ran cold.

And I knew I was lying to myself. Penny wasn’t out of my system.

I couldn’t wash her away as easily as I wanted.

I turned off the water and let it drip off me.

But if I acted on my feelings? I’d lose everything. The risk was too high. I needed to give her up.

As soon as I thought about it, I could hear her voice in my head. Professor Hunter. Nothing had ever sounded so sweet. I took a deep breath. Giving her up didn’t seem like a possibility either.