That was so fucking close.

The next day, I do my best to ignore Clara in class. She sits in her normal spot and looks so fucking sexy: tight jeans, tight sweater, hair loose around her shoulders, lips pouting the way she does. I can’t help but glance at her over and over throughout my lecture.

When class is over, I grab my shit and get out of there before I can let myself talk to her. I want to, fucking badly, but almost getting caught by Roman last night has me spooked.

He didn’t seem suspicious. I told him that I was alone there, just getting a drink and getting to know the local town. Apparently, he goes to that spot to escape his wife and kids once in a while, and we were unlucky enough to be there during one of his infrequent excursions.

We got a couple of drinks, had a nice talk, and I left. Clara was nowhere in sight, so I can only assume she managed to sneak away.

I hate myself for forcing her to sneak anywhere. I wish we could do this in the open, like normal people, the way she deserves.

I need to figure my shit out, and fast.

Outside, it’s a bit chilly. I cut across the main grassy area, ignoring the students around me. They look so fucking young, it’s absurd. I head to my office, a little room at the top floor of the engineering building.

I open the old, worn door and shut it softly behind me. It’s mostly empty, just a bookshelf, a big desk, and a filing cabinet. I have some books, some papers, and a computer. Otherwise, the room’s pretty bare.

I sit down on the old, springy office chair and sigh. I can’t stop thinking about Clara, even though I know I need to.

The idea of getting caught with her is pretty fucking bad. Not only would it fuck with my reputation and ruin my project, it would ripple out and affect all of my business ventures. Everything I’ve built would be injured.

But then again, the idea of stopping…

That feels fucking worse.

Running into Roman last night was a reality check.

But it wasn’t enough to stop me.

I know it, deep down. Even if I’m in this office, pretending like I don’t want to see her.

I turn to my computer and start answering emails. They’re never-ending, but need attention anyway. I get through the bulk of them before there’s a soft knock at my door.

It takes me a second to realize that I have office hours right now.

“Come in,” I call out, expecting one of the suck-ups from class, maybe even Howard or Coop.

Instead, it’s her. It’s fucking her. Of course it’s her.

Clara smiles at me, a little uncertainly. “Professor? Sorry to bother you.”

“It’s okay,” I say. “Come in, shut the door.”

She shuts the door behind her. Innocent Clara. Not-so-innocent Clara.

I stand up as she comes into the room. “I wanted to ask you about last night,” she says softly.

“I’m sorry about that,” I say. “I didn’t expect Roman to be there.”

“Of course. I mean, he didn’t…?” She frowns a little.

“No, definitely not,” I say.

She looks relieved. I realize she was probably worrying about this ever since we parted ways.

Idiot, Jason. Next time, tell her what’s going on.

“Good,” she says, smiling. “I thought for a second…” She shrugs a little. “I snuck out the back.”

I walk over to her, eyes staring into hers. I hate that she had to sneak out of there. I hate that I put her in that position. I should’ve been more careful, or at least told her what was happening.

I take her hips and slowly back her up against the door. She blinks at me as I press my body against hers and reach past to lock the door.

The lock takes with a loud click.

She looks at me. “Professor,” she says softly.

I shake my head. “That’s not what I want you to call me,” I whisper. I lean down, hands on her hips. I push the bottom of her sweater up slightly to feel her skin under my warm palms.

She bits her lip as I kiss her neck. “What do you want me to call you?” she asks.

“Are you sure you’re ready?”

“I don’t know,” she admits. “But I want to be.”

“I need you to be ready.” I reach up, take her hair in my fist. I hold it tight, pull slightly. She gasps, exposes her throat to me. I kiss her softly.

“For what?”

“To do whatever I ask,” I say. “If you want this, if you want to be with me… if you want me to take care of you…”

“I have to do what you say,” she repeats.

“Unquestioning. Every single word I say is law.”

“You’ll be my law,” she says.

I smirk and lean back. I put a hand against her throat. “I’ll be your Daddy.”

She blinks, bites her lip. “Daddy?”

“That’s right. I want you to call me Daddy.”

“I can do that,” she whispers.

“Say it.”

“Daddy.” The word comes out like silk.

I kiss her lips, hand dropping back to her hips. I kiss her harder, pinning her against the door. My blood is up, rushing through my ears. I can feel how hard my cock is, straining against my pants.

I pull her away from the door, unable to help myself. I’m undressing her as we stumble back to my desk. Her sweater and bra end up on the floor, along with my shirt. I unbutton her jeans, turn her around, and bend her over.

She puts her palms flat on the top of my desk as I drop to my knees and tug her jeans over her plump ass. She watches me over her shoulder as her perfect little pussy appears, like unwrapping a fucking present.

I cock my head. “You’re not wearing any panties.”

“I took them off.” She wiggles her hips. “Do you… like it?”

I laugh softly, unable to help myself. She blushes a deep crimson red.

“I love it,” I say. I spread her ass wide and run my tongue along her skin, top to bottom, tasting every inch of her.

She groans softly.

“You knew you were coming here, didn’t you?” I ask.

“I knew you had office hours,” she admits.

I slap her ass. She groans.

“You didn’t wear panties just for me.”

“I thought…” She bites her lip. “I wanted to.”

“Did you feel sexy, sitting in my class like this, knowing you’d come here for me?”

“Yes,” she admits.

“Were you thinking about me fucking you?” I tease her pussy with my fingers. “Were you imagining me fucking you right there, in the middle of the classroom?”

“Yes,” she groans.

“Would you let me fuck you in front of a room full of your peers?”

“Oh, god, yes,” she says.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” I slap her ass and lick her pussy again before pulling her jeans down the rest of the way. She steps out of them and I spread her legs wide, tasting her from behind.

I love her moans. She grips the desk tight. I lick her deep, tasting that pussy, teasing that clit. I slap her ass again, this time nice and hard.

There’s going to be a red handprint there. At least, there better be. I’ll make sure to check later.

I stand up and take off my pants. She turns around, ass leaning against the desk. When I’m done, I lift her up on top of it, holding her on the edge as she leans back to support herself.

I look at her body, at her perky breasts, her pink nipples, her flat stomach. She’s fucking perfection, and I bet those stupid nerdy morons in her class have no clue how incredible she looks naked.

She reaches forward with one hand and takes my cock. She bites her lip, stroking me slowly.

“You like that?” I whisper in her ear. “You like my big, thick cock?”

“Yes,” she groans. “I’ve never… you know. Had one like this before.”

“You’re not used to men.”

“No, I’m not.”

“But you will be. You’ll get used to your Daddy’s big cock fucking you nice and deep.”

She groans as I push her back again. She looks at me as I tease her pussy with my cock. I’m thrumming with desire, my whole body full of anticipation.

I can’t put it off any longer. I slowly slide my cock inside her tight little pussy and she gasps, head tipped back, her beautiful auburn hair spilling down behind her.

I slide myself slowly inside. She looks back at me and I kiss her, slow and deep. I fill her up, fill her to the brim. I’m surprised she can even fit me, she’s so fucking tight and small.

“Shit,” she groans. I slowly move my hips back, sliding back in. She’s dripping wet and I slide so easily.

“That’s right,” I whisper. “You can take Daddy’s big, hard cock. I knew you could.”

“I’ll do whatever you want,” she says.

I grab her hips and start to fuck her faster. Not too fast, not at first. I let her set the pace, her hips moving with me, her breasts bouncing slightly with each thrust.

Soon though, she gets used to my big cock. I fuck her faster, filling her up nice and deep. She groans, head thrown back, moaning in rhythm with my thrusts.

I love this pussy. I have no other way of describing it. I love her tight pussy so much, I could come and die inside of her. Tight and fucking warm, like sinking into a goddamn cloud of bliss.

And her hips. Goddamn, her hips. She moves them like she was born to do it, dancing along my cock, taking me deep inside her, writhing along my length. Her eyes are half closed, fluttering open, staring into mine.

I can barely take it. I grab her hair, pull again, fuck her harder. She gasps as she comes against my body. “Daddy,” she whispers in my ear. “Fuck me, Daddy.”

I fuck her harder. I want to give my girl whatever she wants.

I tease her breasts, biting her nipples. She wraps her legs tighter around my waist as I pump into her, fucking her roughly, biting down on her shoulder.

She groans, hips gliding against mine, abs tight. Sweat beads on her skin as we move together, fucking faster, pleasure mounting.

I’m losing myself. I can feel it happening, my mind slipping from my skin, leaving my body. There’s only her and her pussy, wrapped around my cock, pleasure blooming through every bit of my skin.

I reach down with my thumb, working her clit. She groans, rolls her hips. I kiss her lips and step back, sliding myself from inside her. She gasps and stares at me.

I grab her, pull her down. I kiss her as she strokes my cock with both hands and I tease her pussy. I turn her around, bend her over the desk, and spread her legs wide.

“Look at this pussy, dripping wet for me.”

“For my Daddy,” she corrects.

I slap her ass. “That’s right, for your Daddy.”

I drop to my knees, lick her pussy, slap her ass again. I stand back up and tease her with my cock before slowly sliding myself deep inside.

She groans. I spread her legs wide again, pumping inside, slapping her ass. She groans, grinding, rolling along my length. I gasp and slap her ass again, leaving a nice red mark, just like I wanted.

I fuck her hard. I pull her hair and release every ounce of energy and desire into her tight pussy. This is what I’ve needed, what I’ve been dreaming of. This right here, her pussy, my cock, fucking her until she moans my name, begs me.

I tighten my grip on her hair before reaching around with my other hand to work her clit. She groans, rolling her hips, bucking back against me. I fuck her harder, sweat on her skin now. I can feel myself starting to sweat too as I push deeper, pull her hair tighter, work that clit faster.

She groans and tightens. I can feel her pussy stiffen. I know what she wants, what she’s doing. “Come for Daddy,” I command. “Come for your Daddy, Clara.”

She gasps, her body stiffening, muscles tensing. She comes hard, bearing down and back against me. I fuck her through it, holding onto her hair.

She’s so fucking sexy as she comes. I can’t believe it, how she comes with her entire body, every muscle straining, quivering, tensing. I slap her ass and she gasps, laughing a little, eyes rolled back.

I can’t help myself. I fuck her hard, rough. I take what I need, what I want. Her pussy is mine, entirely, completely. I fuck her hard and I can’t let myself hold back.

I come deep inside of her. I feel myself filling her tight pussy and she seems to love it, wiggling her hips, pushing back against me, getting every single drop out inside of her.

When we finish, I pull her against me. We stay like that, holding each other, out of breath.

“That was…” she starts, but stops herself.

“Good,” I reply.

“Really good.”

I laugh, kiss the top of her head. “Bet you wish you had panties right now, though.”

She winces. “Shit.”

I laugh again and kiss her. “Sorry.”

“I’m not.” She kisses me one more time.

We spend a half hour together in my office like that, whispering to each other, smiling, laughing. It’s our own little world. Eventually, though, she has to leave.

Fortunately, nobody else comes to my office hour. Not like I’d let them in anyway.