Chapter 6

Arabella Hale

My heart was hammering in my chest and I could feel the palms for my hands start to become clammy. Did I just hear him correctly?

Had he really just say the words, 'strip, and get on the desk,' I replayed the words over in my head, starring back at him slightly dumbfounded, my head slightly titled to the side.

I opened my mouth to question him but all that managed to come out was a strangled whimper.

“Did I stutter, Miss Hale,” he rasped to me; I missed him calling by my first name, Arabella..

I quickly shut my mouth, and shook my head.

Was I  really going to do this? And who ever knew what this was?! But it was all of my fantasies coming to life; real.

I could feel my stomach tightening in knots, and my breathing growing short, as my heart continued to hammer within my chest. Before I could talk myself out of it, I lifted myself from the chair, maintaining eye contact with Professor Paxton from across this desk.

I felt a bit dizzy upon standing, but tried to recall all of my strength to my body as I stood in front of the Professor. I did not want him to see me as a weakling.

I let out a deep breath as my shaky fingers grabbed a hold of the hem of my sweat shirt. Pulling it over my head and I tossed it back to the chair behind me.

I watched as Professor Paxton's eyes took in my half naked torso, a mischievous glint sparkling in the green irises I grew to love.

I quickly toed off my shoes and undid the button of my hollister jeans. This was basically the point of no return. If I stopped I would look like a laughing stock in his eyes; a mere weak little girl, who can not act upon her fantasies in real life.

I hooked my fingers into the waistband of the jeans and shimmied them down my legs. I was sure, I did not look too graceful in the act, my insides were still shaking, but now here I was standing in front of his desk clad in only my white bra and slightly lace white panties.

At least I had managed to wear something somewhat appealing.

Professor Paxton lifted his index finger, and curled it, beckoning for me to come to him.

I bit down on my bottom lip, chewing on it, as I took a step forward, rounding the desk to stand before him.

“Now the rest,” he commanded in a low voice.

Gulping slight, I slowly lifted my hands behind my back, unclasping my bra, letting the material fall forward on my arms.

I let my arms back down, allowing for the garment to fall to the floor.

Again, the Professor’s eyes raked over my body taking in my now bare breasts; that were newly revealed, and this time a low groan escaped his lips. I could feel my pink buds stiffen, and my panties becoming damper at his response.

His green eyes drifted back to my almost completey black eyes, waiting for me to remove the last article of clothing on my body, the one that hide my treasure from him.

I bit down harder on my lip, and hooked my fingers in to the slightly lacy material pulling it down my legs.

As my panties came around my ankles, I stepped out of them, moving towards the Professor.

I watched him, as he took in my naked form; I left slightly self concious, I was more than sure he as seen larger or rounder breasts, flatter stomach, creamier or longer, or curver women in his life. His tongue peeking out, wetting his lips, before he bit down on his own bottom lip, made me feel slightly better about myself.

“Get on the desk, pet,” Professor Paxton instructed; his term of endearment sending a shiver down my spine.  

As gracefully as I could, I helped myself onto his mahogany desk, sitting before him, as he leaned back into his leather office chair.

“Show me how you pleasure yourself, Miss Hale,” my breath caught in my throat upon hearing his words, and my felt my cheeks start to turn crimson. I could not even imagine doing that sort of thing in front of anyone, let alone him. Also, I have never imagined a scenario like this. 

Though yesterday, I had almost had completely pleasured myself in this office, the only difference, he was not her. I held back a gasp when I imagined him accidentally walking in on me yesterday.

No, I can't do this!

I clenched my thighs together and silently begged him with my wide eyes not to make me do that. How am I supposed to?

He smirked up at me and chuckled slightly, “now, now. We mustn’t be so coy. Show me what a naughty girl you can be, hmm?”

I peered over my shoulder checking the locked door, before glancing back at Professor Paxton for a long moment; debating with myself, before moving a muscle.

I scooted myself back on his desk a bit further, spreading my legs, keeping one leg propped up on the desk’s surface.

“That’s it, pet…” he muttered, adjusting himself in his seat.

I glanced down, immediately noticing the large bulge in his suit pants; the sight of it spreading heat down my body straight to my core. His obvious arousal, intensifying my own and giving mw the push of courage I needed to continue.

I leaned back on my hand that was resting on the surface of his large desk, allowing to brace myself, as I brushed the fingers from my other hand over my breasts. I softly circled around my hardened nipples, teasing myself before I took one between my thumb and index finger, pinching down on it.

I closed my eyes as I moaned softly at the stimulation I own hands were creating.

I could already feel my body on edge, the experience and voyeurism of Professor Paxton, turning me on more than I had ever been before.

I moved my fingers down the soft skin of my stomach, tracing them over my core. Just the slightest touch against my clit, eliciting a whine from me; my body already begging for a release.

I moved further down gathering my juices,I was the most wet I had ever been, I knew that, and I also knew it was something only Professor Paxton could do to me. Something about him always made me a putty.

I rubbed over my slit a few times, before circling my fingers around my sensitive nub, pushing down hard.

I started out just slowly rubbing myself, moaning softly as I did so, just like last night.

Although reluctant and somewhat embarrassed to do so, I opened my eyes, taking in the sight of Professor Paxton before me, as he palmed himself over his trousers.

His green eyes had darkened, and he was taking in the full sight of me spread before him, as I touched myself.

The sight of him so carnal, had urged me on, and I moved my fingers faster against myself.

My breathing was short, and although my heart was still thrashing in my chest, it was not because I was nervous anymore. I could feel my body building itself up to the precipice of ecstasy.

The sound of a buckle and zipper distracted me from my ministrations for a moment, and I watched as Professor Paxton removed himself from the confinements of his pants.

I let out a low moan at the sight of him. He was even more magnificent than I had imagined, extremely well endowed.

He pumped his hand over himself a couple of times, gathering his pre-cum to slick over his stiff member.

“Do you like what you see Miss Hale… are you touching yourself imagining this cock buried deep inside of your dripping wet pussy …” his rough voice taunted me. All I could manage in response was a whimper, and vigorous nod of my head.

“Fuck yourself with your fingers pet. Show me how you want this cock to fuck you…”

If he continued his dirty talk, I was not going to last much longer. All of the times I had touched myself in bed at night, I had imagined him whispering filthy words into my ears, and now it was becoming a reality.

I eagerly moved my fingers down to my entrance, pushing my middle finger inside of my tight heat, as Professor Paton gripped himself tighter and moved his fist faster. We had both let out wanton moans.

I continued to push my tiny finger in and out of myself slowly, my palm gently rubbing against my clit, sending waves of ecstasy through my body. I pulled out adding a second digit to my ministrations.

“You can do better than that,” Loki growled at me, “add another.” I simply shook my head, “I-I can’t… I’m too tight…” I moaned back to him, continuing pleasuring myself.

I was not sure exactly what he muttered, but it sounded like a string of curses followed by a groan to my response.

“Faster… fuck that pretty pussy faster,” he demanded.

I obeyed his command, moving my fingers faster, as he did the same. I braced arm gave out, and I had to lean back on my poor elbow, turning into a moaning, withering mess  right there, upon his desk.

“That’s it pet… now harder… imagine this dick r-ramming into you…”  Professor Paxton was losing his composure, getting close to his own release.

I, again, obeyed his command, picturing exactly what he had said; as I had pictured so many times before while lying in bed. My fingers were hitting my sweet spot this time, the palm of my hand rubbing against my wired nub.  

I could feel my own walls start to flutter around my fingers, and I knew I was going to go over the edge any moment.

Professor Paxton threw his head back, arching himself up, moaning at his own touch, and the sight of him so vulnerable and intimate is what pushed me over.

“P-Professor Paxton… I am gonna’ c -cu-“ I cut myself off with a high pitched whine, my body spiraling into an oblivion of euphoria.

I collapsed backwards onto the desk, trying to work myself through my most extreme orgasm, even as I became too sensitive. My muscles that had tensed up as I had met the precipice, were now utterly relaxed, my mind blank but only the feeling of bliss.

“FUCK!” Professor Paxton roared, jumping from his chair. He braced his hand on the desk, as he leaned over me, working himself powerfully.  

I watched as his impressive chest heaved, his breaths coming out short and as low moans. He was completely disheveled, his pressed shirt now wrinkled, and his dark blond hair falling in his face.

This imagine of him would be burned in my memory forever.

I had always thought Professor Paxton attractive but seeing him in this state, made me appreciate his appearance in an entirely different way. The man was pure sex.

With one last sensual growl, Professor Paxton spilled his seed on to me, coating my pelvis and stomach with the white fluid.

In any other situation I would have perhaps felt offended, but the fact that it was Professor Paxton's cum on me made me feel the exact opposite. It thrilled me.

I never once imagined myself doing this, or feeling this way, and that’s how I knew he was a dangerous man to get caught up in. Too late, I told myself.

We both remained there for a long moment, catching our breaths and regaining our bearings. Professor Paxton pushed himself back, tucking himself back into his pants, and fastening his belt.

His shirt was still crumpled and completely out of place, but he seemed oblivious to it at the moment. He ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it out of his face, as he looked at me once again.

Suddenly, feeling a bit unsure as the heat of the moment ended, I slid myself off of his desk, and scrambled to collect my discarded clothes from the floor, carefully putting them on. I needed to avoid seeing anyone while I made my way to care from this office. I needed a shower, before allowing myself to appear in front of anyone.

But right now, I was trying to find the words to make this current situation less awkward, and to be able to make my getaway, but there was just nothing that came to mind. Realizing, what I had actually just done, I had no idea how I was ever going to be able to show my face in his class again. I honestly wanted to just run out his office now.

Especially, I certainly was not expecting this to become a thing, and I was more than pretty sure neither did he. He was a Professor for crying out loud! And I was his student!

My mind was suddenly racing with thoughts, and I was about to start panicking as I hurriedly dressed myself, my carefulness gone out the window, when suddenly Professor Paxton handed me a set of papers.

I met his eyes, my features displaying how confused you was, what was this? Absentmindedly shrugging, I took the papers and glanced over them, only feeling more muddled. “W-what is this?” I stammered.

Professor Paxton slumped back in his seat his penetrating green glower still trained on me. “It’s a Teacher’s Assistant application,” he stated, raising an eyebrow, as if it was so obvious.

“Uhm… why do I need a teacher’s assistant application… Profes-“ he cut me off, “First, I told you to address me as Luc, except when we’re in public of course. In which case, I am indeed, Professor Paxton,” he titled his head to the side, sending me a smirk. “Second, Miss Hale, do not be so senseless…you will fill out the application for formality and I’ll be bringing you on as my teaching assistant” he finished.

My mouth gaped open at his words, I was going to be the what?! How was this man going to just decide this for me? I had already had a full course load!

The other part of me though, was enchanted that he had obviously planned to keep you around in some way. This was a sign that obviously things would progress between himself and me… right? Weboth knew we would not be able to be seen together, as it would raise suspicions.

But… if I was his teaching assistant, no one would take a second look at the time we were spending with him … in his office. Doing who knows what…

Letting out a breath, I finished dressing myself, as I pulled the my grey sweet shirt over my upper body, then walking around the desk, to shoving the application into my bag. I stood there awkwardly for a moment, averting my gaze from the Professor – or Luc; it was going to be hard to break the habit of calling him Professor Paxton.

“I’ll fill it out and get it back to you … Luc,” I quietly agreed, shifting on your feet. It was hard and a bit werid addresssing him by his first name, not to mention it made me feel more awkward. I cleared my throat and peered over at the still locked door. Did he not feel awkwardness, or was it just me?

“See that you do, Miss Hale,” he replied in a rasped tone. The way he spoke to me, and the things he said, would be the death of me. There was no switch for this man it seemed; he was just sexual all of the time.

Or maybe it was only towards me. That thought made me feel genuinely happy, even it was just a thought of my own.

“I’ll see you next class then Profe- Luc,” I pulled my bag on to my shoulder, and turned heading towards the door.

As I unlocked and turned the knob, the door ajar, Luc’s hand slammed the door back shut; I could feel his body pressed against my back, his head bent as he breathed in my ear, sending a chill through my body. The scent of his cologne wrapping me in a spell. I almost moaned then and there.

“I almost forgot … say a word to anyone and you will have wished, you had never stepped foot on this campus…” his words and the hot breath against my ear, tied my stomach into a whole new set of knots.

I gulped audibly and nodded my head in understanding. I  had not really planned on telling anyone anyway, I knew how much I was risking even being involved with him, in this manner. But the small chance that I would have told anyone, was just completely diminished. Well ... Brina, she was the only exception. Though she did not the exac details of my horrific past, she knew enough, and if I was able to tell her that, I had to tell her about this.

“Oh, and one last thing, my pet … “ he pressed his face completely against me now, nipping at my ear, “If you thought today was thrilling … just remember that I have not even touched you yet … you have no idea what you are in for, my dirty little girl…” he whispered.

He removed his hand from the door, allowing his hands to ran down my arm in the process, then twisting the knob and opening it to let me out, as my breath caught my throat at the simple touch, “that’ll be all Miss Hale,” he dismissed in his normal demanding tone.

I chanced one last look at him, before I walked myself out of his office and down the hall. I could feel his eyes follow me the whole way, until I was  out of sight. I did not dare look back, though I wanted to. Shivers were sent down my spine.

He had not been wrong. Without even laying a finger on me, he had reduced me to nothing more than a lust filled mess; a moaning mess. So what would he be capable of doing otherwise? I felt heat radiate through my body at even the thought.

As I left the building, the feeling of fresh air was a welcome relief.

I made my way silently to the campus coffee shop, still trying to calm down my racing thoughts. 

Though I didn't want anyone to see, I needed a drink. I ordered a decaf, I did not need any caffeine to add on to the high Professor Paxton provided me with, and made my car to my car in a hurry. The lady at the counter eyed me up and down, obviously wondering if something was wrong with me. I needed want to seen by anyone else, definitely not until I had a shower to relax and clean myself up.

Hopping into my car and throwing my bag on to the passenger seat, I pulled out my phone and in seeing I had a message from Bri, I decided to call her.

I dialed her number, chewing on the inside of my cheek. I was never a good liar, but I hoped she wouldn’t read between the lines. I knew mere moments ago I said I would telll her, but I did not want Prof- ... Luc to lose his trsut on me. And so, I decided to do this one thing for him.

“ARABELLA! Oh my God! MY HONEY BUG! Oh my god! What happened?! Did you just now get out of his office?!” She bombarded me as soon as she answered.

I rolled my eyes at the nickname. Could she get more crazier?

“Yeah… I just left a little bit ago … uhm, it really wasn’t bad at all, I don’t even think he saw the list,” I lied; images of him reading every detail you had confided on that list of dirty secrets replayed in my head. “He actually just wanted to discuss my academic plan, and encouraged me to apply for a Teacher’s Assistant position.”

“WHAT?! Holy shit! I bet you feel so much better knowing that he didn’t read that stupid list! He would have freaked the fuck out!  Are you going to apply?” it seemed like she had believed me; I let out a sigh of relief, though I hate lying I needed to do this. I had a very guity conscience and I hoped she won't see through me, when she sees me again.

“Uhm … yeah I guess so…” I lied again, playing the memory of Luc stroking himself in my head. My cheeks immediately heated and turned crimson. If I went through with this, I would have a lot more of that and more.

I took a sip of my coffee.

I could hear Bri’s smirk as she talked, “I think you should… who knows where it will lead … late night office rendezvous!”

I almost choked on my coffee, “yeah… I doubt that … but I will think about applying …” I mentally scolded myself as I remembered I still had his cum caked onto my skin underneath my clothes. Of course there would be more office rendezvous!

Putting the phone on the speaker and placing it down I started my car, after buckling myself up.

While driving towards my aperment, I pushed myself through the rest of the conversation and hung up as soon as I was able to. It was be hard to lie to my best friend but I had no other choice. No one could know about myself and Professor Paxton. I needed him to know he could trust me. Just as I already trusted him.

I sighed parking my car as I reahed my destination. Sighing, I leaned back on my car seat, closing my eyes as I allowed myself to repplay what had happened. Letting out a breath I turned to open my bag and caught sight of the application he had given me.

I pulled it out of my bag, scanning it over.

Grapping my bag, I opened my car door and entered my apartment complex, before closing and locking car. My eyes were on the paper in hand as I stepped into the elevator. Maybe, I should do this. Maybe, this was a good idea. Maybe, we could get away with this.

Reaching my floor, I pulled out my keys and opened my apartment door. Closing it beind me, I heard the automatic lock clicking behind me. I set down the application on the kitchen counter and my bag on the floor. 

What if I did not fill this out? Would he even look at me ever again? 

I sighed, I needed a shower first. I grabbed my night clothes from my bedroom and plaved them on the bathroom rack. Undressing myself, Luc's face face and how his eyes trailed my body came in to mind. It made me feel good about shape knowing a man like him appreciated my body. I never really cared what I looked like before, especially since I never wanted any attraction from the opposite sex for the longest time. But since Luc came in to my life and I somehow managed to develop a crush on him, despite the past I had, I wanted him. I wanted him to feel attracted towards me.

Touching the cum that was spilled on to. I knew my mind had been made up. 

Quickly, hopping in for a shower, I cleaned myself with my favorite body wash. The smell of jasmine filled my nose was I squeezed the plastic bottle on to palm of my hand, and that's when I noticed the mark on them. Because I had caused myself to bleed last night, scars were starting to appear. My wide eyes slowly turned to the other scars on my body, though they were slowly fading away, it still made wonder had Luc seen these? 

A small part of me told me he had, especially judging  by the wat his eyes ranked my body. So why did he not ask about them? 

Whatever the reason was, I was grateful he did not, it scared me to even think about how these scars where plaved on my body, let alone talk about them. Did he not find them appauling or digusting?

Shaking my head, I appiled the body wash all over me. Instant relief flooded over me and I felt my mind and muscles relaxing the alluring scent and feel of the body wash made from jasmine. I felt pride in knowing I took in my mother's Asian side in to body or hair care and make up. Being mixed, was not always easy. One side of the family wanted you to follow their way, while the other side did not. I somehow managed to balance out the needs and wants from both sides; my dad's the American side and my mother's the Korean side. It was hard at first to be accepted by my mother's side, because of how my mum ran away with my dad. There was just tension in between them. And I knew I talked to them more than my mum. The problems between then were still unresolved.

I cringed thinking of how parents would react if they were ever find out about my current situation. Shaking my head again, and pullin go off all thoughts about that I decided to enjoy my shower and forget the troubles life brought me. 

Allowing myself to fully wash off all the dirt and Luc's cum off my body, I finally stepped out to towel dry my hair and self. I dressed in to a small red tank top and black short and left my hair to air dry. I always hated applying heat to my hair. 

Walking back in to my kitchen I sat mysef comfortingly on a the seat in front of the counter. Grabbing the application once again, I scanned it, the actual information on the pages this times, not what it would bring. I bit down on my lip as you pulled out a pen from ny bag and started to fill it out.

My life was about to get a lot more interesting thanks to my dirty secrets of Professor Luc Paxton; my crush that was meant to be a secret.