The Professor’s Mistress
Melanie Silver enjoys her secret rendezvous with Professor Don Everett, and she can see that he is growing more and more attached to her–not only as her Master, but as something more.
So when Melanie walks in on her professor with another woman, he opens up for her a whole new world of sexual experience that both frightens and excites her. Is Melanie finally ready to be conquered by Everett…and be honest with Hayden?
I return to Sexton University with a sense of hope flaming in my chest. Things were going to be okay. I was having my cake and eating it too.
Still no text from Everett. That’s okay. I enter Somerled Building and climb the stairs to the fourth floor—quickly making the switch from flats to heels—and head down the hallway to his office. Just a quick knock—I can pose as his student, and even if I do end up interrupting something important, I’m sure we will both relish in the punishment he’ll give to me later.
I take a deep breath and knock on his door. There are sounds from within. Excitement flurries in my chest. I probably am interrupting. Good. Throwing my professor off his game even just for one second will be worth it to feel his hands on me and in me.
Another knock. Still nothing. Can he not hear me? I purse my lips and make a hasty decision. I turn the knob, finding it unlocked, and open the door all the way—
—and immediately I regret everything.
My professor sits in his chair behind the desk, but he is not alone. A white-blond-haired girl bounces up and down on his lap, her breasts exposed over a red lacy dress that does nothing to hide her round ass—and Everett’s hands clasping it. Sweat drips down Everett’s forehead as he responds to this woman, driving himself ever deeper into her, relishing her.
I lean against the door, surprised and shocked, and it slams shut with a bang.
The girl gasps and her chin-length hair whips around as her gaze meets mine. Her lips pout as she evaluates me. I wrap my arms around my chest. Something gleams around her neck, and I touch the matching choker around mine.
He has told me that he has other women like me, and I’ve always wondered if he was fucking another slave while he wasn’t with me. This didn’t really bother me, since our relationship was not romantic…and least, he thought it wasn’t. It couldn’t be. As much as I wanted it to be. Actually walking in on him fucking another woman—actually fucking her in her pussy, not her ass, not anywhere else…
I can’t help but feel hurt.
Everett pushes the woman off his lap and she tumbles to the floor. She scrambles to her feet but Everett grabs a fistful of her hair. Immediately, she obeys the silent command, and drops to her knees once more.
“Melanie,” Everett says, wiping his forehead with his free hand. “I don’t believe you’ve met Sonya?”