Page 4 of Teacher's Pet

“I told you, Ryan, do not come to my house. Understand? I'm asking you to leave now.”

“No.” He blinked innocently, retreating to my bed and laying down, patting the spot next to him as he bit his lip seductively.

I sighed again and sat at the edge of the bed.

“Ryan—”

He grabbed his phone from my drawer and quickly snapped a photo of me, adding to his twisted collection, then grinned and set the phone down.

“If you kick me out, I'll send that photo to my Father and let him know a certain professor likes inviting students over. Who do you think he'll believe?”

My jaw clenched, and my blood ran cold. I wanted to hurt him.

Ryan was dangerous; he ignited a primal rage within me. If he'd been disciplined earlier in life, perhaps he wouldn’t have devolved into such a deviant.

His eyes shone as I moved closer to the bed. He sat up straighter, sensing my anger.

The fury built.

I raised my hand, and he instantly leaned forward, eyes glazing, posture submissive, so docile, like a doll for my pleasure rather than the person who'd destroyed my marriage.

I slapped him across the face. He whimpered softly, sliding slowly to his knees before me.

He looked up with pleading eyes.

He touched his cheek, gazing up imploringly.

“Please. Can I? Please, Professor… I'll leave afterward…”

I wanted to refuse. He was my student and a loose cannon, but my career and reputation hung in the balance.

If I rejected him, he'd likely retaliate, ruining my life again.

“Fine.”

His eyes glazed over, and he purred softly against my clothed cock.

“Daddy,” he whispered as he unbuttoned my pants.

What a slut.

A dirty, shameless slut.

I shouldn't be allowing this.

Instead, I spread my legs slightly and guided my cock into his mouth, watching him hum reverently as he worshipped it.

I clenched my jaw.

I knew I shouldn't allow this, shouldn’t relish how submissive he became with a mouthful of cock.

A better man wouldn't.

Yet, a darker, hungrier part of me reveled in his submission. I grabbed a fistful of his hair.

“Did you let that older man at the bar fuck you before you came here? Ryan, answer me. You know that’s not safe.”

His mouth still full, he didn't respond, peppering kisses on the head instead. Finally, he drew back slightly and gave a small, wicked smile.