Chapter 119 The Dom Needs A Pet
"Take off your clothes," Professor Stuart said.
How did we get here? I inhaled deeply as his blue eyes sought mine inquisitively.
"You are not ready," he voiced as he noticed my hesitation.
"I can do it, I can do it," I cried out.
He cocked a brow, sat back in his chair as he eyed me.
My tuition fees brought me to Professor Stuart, a man who had been divorced once and had chose to remain so.
I had half payment of my fees and I needed to pay up before the date of closure of the school's portal.
My dad wasn't doing well, infact he'd been suspended from work based on the fact that he'd fought with the head of his department.
So, he chose to drink instead and he didn't care about me.
My mother on the other hand had left dad because he was too broke to fend for us all. I only got a letter from her when she had left two years ago when I finally got accepted in college.
I was juggling two jobs as a part timer and it was barely enough for me, coupled with the fact that I had to pay for rent likewise.
I was one of Stuart's brilliant students but one who was mostly enclosed in her walls. When my results did spoke for itself, he was bent on having me make a point in his classroom whenever he called for me.
And here I was in his office based on the fact that I'd overheard from a worker in our school's cafeteria that he was into BDSM and was in need of a pet.
"Who had told you that I was looking for a pet?" He finally asked the question.
"Emm...I....I..."
He removed his eyeglasses as he huffed. "Ceice Ragnarok," he called.
"Sire," I responded.
"Whosoever you must have heard this fallacy from is dunce. Would you like your reputation tainted based on what you've heard behind your back?"
Why was he asking me that? Clearly, everyone knew that he was a weird man, far spent in his ideologies and fastened to fantasies that were rather odd.
Another student who had been fortunate to be under his supervision concluded that professor Stuart was probably into BDSM.
But how could that be so true if I didn't risk trying out?
"I wouldn't like that, Professor." I confessed.
"Then you simply had no second thoughts before stomping straight to my office?" He asked.
My mouth was heavy.
"Circe, I expected much from you. You're one of my brilliant students and you play a nitwit right in front of me." He gestured at me.
"Sir...,"
"Leave my office, Circe." He ordered, wearing his eyeglasses without bothering to look at me.
Professor Stuart didn't live far from school. And I decided to linger after my part-time job and a rain storm broke out.
"Professor Stuart!" I cried out, hugging my school bag close to me.
I was outside his gate, pressing down on a button - hoping he would hear the bell ring.
His head popped out minutes later protected under the shade of an umbrella.
"What in heavens," he exclaimed as the rain swished towards us.
He held onto the stem of his umbrella however hard the wind sought to wrench it from him.
"What are you doing here?" He questioned, pulling me under the shade of his umbrella.
My drenched body pressed against him, separated merely by his hand which held the stem of the umbrella.
My body shivered and trembled. I was getting rather cold from being soaked under the rain.
I followed closely behind him, walked into his well lit and polished room. As we walked by his desk, I caught a glimpse of a pamphlet where its heading read:
"A Dom seeks a pet, if you qualify, apply in person."
That was it!
My professor was in need of a pet and that was what I needed to hang unto.
Then, he led me to his bathroom.
"Take a hot shower, I'll have some dry clothes by the door when you're done." he told me.
I nodded quietly.
Maybe I was crazy, but I was sure to find out if professor Stuart was truly into BDSM.
Done with the hot shower, I picked the clothes which he had left me by the door.
It was his clothes, I smiled to myself as I brought the clean shirt and shorts to my nose.
I inhaled deeply. I could smell his faint cologne emanating from them.
He had always smelt so perfect. Like nature and strawberries...
"Are you done?" His voice broke into my thoughts.
My head snapped up as my hand threaded the last button into the shirt's hole.
"Yes, I am." I replied him.
He studied me briefly. My frame was tiny in his massive shirt. There was even no need of the shorts but I still had to wear them.
He nodded, "tea or coffee?" He asked as he led me to the counter at the other side of his spacious parlor.
"I would prefer coffee, sire," I answered.
Once given one, he wouldn't rake his eyes away from me even as I sip the coffee. His eyes were straying from my face and to my legs.
Tempted to know if he felt something about my legs, my eyes skated to his groin. There was a massive growth down there.
I felt a stir in my stomach as my heart started to thump.
Did professor Stuart feel a thing for me? Or was it because he was seeing me in his own clothes.
"Why are you here, Ceice?" He asked me.
"I....I...the rain, and I had no place to go."
"I can see through you. You're great at writing but when you speak, you stutter." He noted.
Was that why he was always pushing me to stand to my feet whenever he threw a question at me while in class?
Fortunately, the mug in my hand was able to conceal my jittery hands. I moved the cup to my lips and caught as he watched my lips swallow the liquid.
"I won't ask anymore questions. Once the rain is over, I'll take you home." He said to me.
Take me home to what? back to my drunken father who didn't care what became of me?