4. Schooling My Professor

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The college advertised a cook-off fundraiser for weeks. Posters were hung in the hallways, and professors were even offering extra credit for students who participated. Of course, Adam, my professor, had volunteered to be in charge of it all, so there was no way I was going to miss it.

Unfortunately, when the day came, the weather didn't want to play along. The rain forced dozens of drenched people to relocate to a large conference room inside the main building. The new location worked well enough.

There was plenty of room for tables and food-warming stations were provided. It seemed to be a success, even with a slight hiccup. I feigned interest in my fellow students' conversation, stealing glances of Adam from across the room.

I couldn't help myself. For the first time since I'd met him, he wasn't wearing a suit or tie. He was in a tight-fitting t-shirt that was now clinging to his wet body, and jeans that left very little to the imagination.

His salt-and-pepper hair, usually neatly combed, now lay in a disheveled mess around his perfect face. Could this man get any hotter? Just seeing him like that was worth the entry fee and the soaked clothes.

I couldn't stare for too long, of course. Every professor in the department was in attendance, not to mention most of the students in our class. Still, even from afar, I could feel his presence.

Occasionally, our eyes met, and my heart fluttered in my chest. I could barely resist squeezing my thighs together, remembering how he felt inside me. A sophisticated blonde I had never seen before walked up to him, leaning in to brush her hand over his broad shoulder.

I could feel myself frowning as he offered her a smile and whispered something in her ear. There was that smug grin I had come to hate on his face as he glanced over at me. He wanted to show me how desirable he was to other women.

I've never been the jealous type, but there was something brewing inside me as I watched them. I had this overwhelming desire to punish him, yes. I desperately needed to punish him.

This was a feeling I had never felt before, but it felt a little bit like an itch that I couldn't help but scratch. After several minutes of watching them flirt with each other, I decided to slip out into the empty hallway just outside the main door. Directly across the hall, the bathroom door sat wide open.

This was as good a place as any to cool off. Before I could reach the bathroom, though, someone slipped their arms around my waist and pulled me into them, hugging me from behind. There was no need to turn around.

I could tell who it was just from the smell of him and the way his hands slipped so effortlessly over my body. His lips found their way down my neck, the warm breath brushing against my chilled skin. Adam's hands slipped up from my waist to cup my breasts.

I can't stop thinking about you. I have to have you right now, he breathed, tightening his grip on my breasts. Part of me wanted to melt into his touch and slip off to a hall closet just to feel him again, but a darker part of me wanted something very different.

In the end, the darkness won. I turned around, staring up into his blue eyes with a stern look on my face. I wasn't going to let him win me over with that confident grin and those perfect lips.

He wasn't allowed to tease me from across the room without paying for it. When he saw the look in my face, his stance changed and his eyes softened. He knew he was in trouble.

He took a small step back and waited for me to speak, his hands cupped in front of him nervously. Who do you think you are, Adam? I teased, my voice low and stern and my hands on my hips.

I am not your property, you are mine. Saying that out loud made something stir within me and my panties were instantly wet. I could feel my skin growing warmer at the thought of owning him.

I wanted him to be mine. His jaw dropped open and his breath caught in his throat as he considered my words. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he didn't know what.

When I asked him if he understood what it meant to be mine, he glanced down at the floor and nodded, his cock twitching in his tight jeans. We could still hear the commotion of the cook out in the other room. The only thing that separated them from us was a thin wooden door.

I couldn't resist pushing things a little further. I ordered him to face the wall beside the door, pushing him into it with all my strength, his hands instinctively raised to press his palms against the wall as if I were about to strip search him. Which was a fun idea.

I stood there relishing this change I saw in him. Out there with his colleagues, he was a confident man who saved the day in a pinch. With me, he was soft and aching, a man shivering against a wall, eager to please only me.

I reached around him to undo the button on his pants and shoved the jeans down just enough to expose his soft, round ass. He was staring at the door as if it might reach out and bite him, but he didn't resist. His hands stayed at attention on the wall.

A voice grew closer to the doorway, but luckily for him, the woman didn't open it. There was something so beautiful and perfect about him in that moment. He was exposed and vulnerable to whoever might be around the corner or open the door.

This man could lose his job if we were caught, but he didn't seem to care. Tell me, who is in charge here? I whispered, daring to strike his bare ass with the palm of my hand.

The smack echoed off the walls, followed by a little whimper of the word, you. By that time, my palm was stinging and my pussy was screaming to be touched. I wanted to keep spanking him till his soft, white ass turned pink.

More than anything, I wanted to hear him moan my name while I did it. The door handle turned and Adam barely had enough time to pull up his pants before two college guys made their way out of the room. They were chuckling to themselves until they saw me standing there.

Both of them looked me up and down with hungry eyes before heading to the bathroom. Neither of them even glanced at Adam, but my eyes couldn't get enough of him. The soft blush in his cheeks was bright red by the time they disappeared from view, and the panic still lingered in his eyes.

We both broke the heavy silence with a soft laugh of relief, realizing just how close we had been to being caught. I could still feel the sensation on my fingertips, and I craved more of what I had just said in motion. The look on his face told me he wanted the same.

His voice was soft and sweet when he asked me to go back to his house and spend the night. How could I not take his hand and let him lead me to his car? This would be a night neither of us would ever forget.

There was no doubt about that.