Need me

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Chapter 3 Secrets on a Platter I'm listening, Lucas prompted, as he took a seat and waited for me to start. My strides led me to my giant office windows which stood proudly from the ceiling to the carpeted floor. The snow beyond them blanketed the city of Seattle, the beginning of a storm, no doubt.

I could practically feel the chilly December wind brushing against her cheeks as she recalled the memory she was about to recite to Lucas. College, the start of the semester. Young and fresh faces scattered the campus, ready to start this new chapter.

Not her. This was her first job out of grad school and she was a nervous wreck. Even a small town girl, where the residents knew every inch of your movements.

Although she'd felt suffocated there, she didn't feel like she belonged in a big city either. I paused for a moment and closed my eyes, inhaling as I remembered how the air had smelled like burnt leaves, freshly cut grass and pumpkin pies as I crossed the campus to my first class. There I would meet my first crack on the porcelain platter.

Let me guess, you met a hot teacher who taught you all these tricks in bed, Lucas chimed in and I smirked. I wished it had been that simple. I was the hot teacher, I responded, his eyebrows raised briefly as he relaxed in his seat.

Go on. The students were there to learn how to build an empire from the ground up. He was there to learn all the ways empires fell and slipped from the greedy hands of their leaders.

That should have been my first inclination, I confessed as I bit my lower lip. First inclination of? You're not the first person I've played this game with, Lucas, I replied, as I turned to face him.

He held my gaze as he stood up from his seat and made his way towards me. He stopped until my back was pressed against the window and dipped his fingers into my hair. I'm guessing it didn't end well, he concluded, as he brushed his lips over mine, awakening my arousal once again.

There is such a thing as giving someone too much pleasure. Addiction tends to be a result of it, Lucas skimmed over my face, tracing my bottom lip with his thumb, his hands slowly dipping in between my thighs and into the dampness aching for relief. He grew addicted to you, I can imagine why, he purred into my ear, as he slipped his fingers in and out of me, my hips following his pace.

Addiction is the great way drug to the darker side of this game we're playing. Are you sure you want to end up like him? I warned, and watched him contemplate the answer.

I wanted him to be scared, I wanted him to feel every ounce of fear I had felt back then when the same question had been asked to me, while hands had been wrapped around my throat, losing consciousness as my favourite student had me bent over his desk as he pounded into me from behind. You're not the only one with a dark past, Jeannette. You can't scare me off that easily, Lucas informed me as he split open my folds and slid into me in a swift motion.

I gasped, diving into the divine sensations he was sparking inside my body. He placed my hands above my head and my legs around his waist as he continued to ram into me. Continue, he growled his command as he grew harder inside her.

The library, after hours. The guards are distracted enough not to notice I've fallen asleep grading papers. He stirs me awake with the shake of his hand on my shoulder.

A smile greets me when I look up. He crooks his finger at me, gesturing towards the aisle of books with the only surveillance camera that wasn't functioning. He confesses he's been thinking about this for a while, getting me alone, so that his daydreams wouldn't keep torturing him during my class.

Lucas and his skilful tongue brought me out of my thoughts when I noticed he had started teasing my nipples, pinching and tugging at them. My desire for him grew and I wasn't sure I could last much longer if he continued this torture. I tell him, 20 year olds aren't my type of poison and he responds by asking me to turn me around so he could cover my eyes with my favourite scarf.

I don't know why I let him, I was too turned on to care. He was your first dominance, Lucas gathered and I nodded as he slipped out of me and left a hot trail of soft kisses down my abdomen and turned me around to face my window. He parted my legs and slipped his fingers inside me before his thickened cock followed.

I moaned loudly when he reached to tug at my hair as he began fucking me from behind. It felt so good, so good to be taken care of for once, just like you're doing now, please don't stop. I whimpered out, without hesitation and felt myself let go of my restrictions, allowing myself to enjoy the game rather than keep up with it.

Lucas took long and slow thrusts inside me, slipping in and out until he could no longer hold back his reservations. He braced his hands on either side of my head against the window and pushed me closer and closer to the edge with each dive of his hips. The memory of being fucked up against the library bookshelf in this present moment with Lucas were coinciding in my mind, adding to my already heightened pleasure.

My body quivered with lust, hunger and the eagerness of wanting more of the high he was providing me. I never thought I'd be in this position again. To admit that I enjoyed letting someone else be in charge of dosing me with the pleasure my body craved.

I had always been in one position of authority, the dominant, the aggressor. I felt unsafe if my rules weren't followed, Lucas seemed to be breaking them in the softest ways and I didn't mind it at all. Where my experiment as a college professor went wrong with my intriguing student? Lucas had all the right moves and I finally felt comfortable enough to step out of my comfort zone and let him take the lead.

You stopped, I protested in between heavy breaths, as he slipped out of me and rested his forehead against my shoulder. I need to tell you something first, he added, as he placed a soft kiss on my damp neck as he moved my hair. Well, get on with it, I insisted in exasperation.

My body was humming for a release and I couldn't imagine what on earth would make him want to stop. First. How long has it been since you've seen him, your student I mean, he asked as he wrapped his arms around me, his cock still thick and throbbing inside my core.

Ten years, probably wouldn't recognise him today. Why? I asked curiously as I craned my neck to look at him, his knowing smile told me everything I needed to know, my heart and click pounded furiously at the realisation.

Lucas, or should I say, my first dominant, had been the same person all along. How did she miss this? How? How could I beards and experience can do a lot to a man's appearance, don't you think? He teased in my ear before plummeting into me again, I cursed out loud, my hands turning into fists as he pushed overwhelming jolts of sensual relief into my body.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, my intention wasn't to deceive you, I just needed. .. He started by interrupting him with a heated kiss, he caught his breath once he pulled away and looked at me, confusion swimming in his eyes.

You needed me. I finished for him and he nodded, his resting cock was already springing back into action the second I pulled away from him, this wasn't the best of my ideas, indulging him into rekindling a spark that was never supposed to be ignited from the start, Lucas had an addictive personality and I had taken advantage of it back then, I had tried to stay away from men like him ever since, but I had to wonder if somewhere deep down there was a part of me that enjoyed the fact that he could only receive the utmost pleasure from me. You changed your name, I tried to change the subject giving both of us some space to cool down, not exactly, Lucas is my middle name, you already know my first one, you screamed it into the night enough, he answered with a smug grin as he reached for me, I pulled away again and smiled landing on top of my desk, clever man, cooking all this up just to get another taste of me, it's a bit much, even for you.

Evan, I reminded him, he didn't seem phased by the truth, he had never been, it was our.