Take The Blanket And Get Out
Take The Blanket And Get Out
The polished leather of the bar stool was cold but it was a dull sensation against the internal fire that was consuming Gabriel. After dropping Yaren at the dorm that evening, he hasn't driven home, but to the bar he normally met up with friends and acquaintances. He ordered a double whiskey, neat, and then another.
He couldn't help it. But lately he couldn't help anything, could he?
He had crossed the line with a student. that wasn't just professional transgression but also a sin; he’d managed to stain her innocence. She was an innocent, inexperienced young lady, and he had stupidly kissed her and touched her like that because he lost control. Because he had assumed she was a sly vixen trying to seduce him.
Just thinking about everything made him more disappointed in himself than he'd ever been, it made him almost hate himself.
Even now, hours later, long after he'd dropped her off and he'd had his whiskey, his erection was still rock hard, it throbbed persistently and agonizingly in his trousers. He could easily drive home and relieve himself with Nadia, but he didn't want her.
He was ashamed of the truth, but he couldn't help that too; he wanted Yaren. Her vulnerability, and the fact that she'd been untouched by anyone else drew him in like a moth to the flame. He wanted her, he wanted to learn her body, to teach her what pleasure was, he wanted everything about her.
He was losing his mind.
It had taken him hours of cold, slow drinking to calm his body, to force the blood back into circulation and away from his groin, but his mind remained a mess, how could it not? He could still remember the look in her eyes; one of confusion and fear, it had been so obvious she hadn't known what to do, that she was in shock and her mind and body were saying different things.
She had never been touched like that before and her body has liked it her mind had been against it. He knew she hadn't been alright, but there had been nothing more he could say to her to make her feel better.
He drove home in the early hours, slept little, and went to his morning lecture operating on pure, cold discipline.
The next day, Yaren didn't attend class. The seat she usually occupied in the front row was empty. She also didn't come to his office for the task, expectedly. He understood. She was in shock. She was probably scared of him now, maybe she even felt molested by his aggressive, dominant kiss and touch.
But he was a man who knew how the female body worked, and he knew she'd definitely liked what he had done to her. He’d felt the tremors, he'd felt her body melt against his completely, he'd felt her body surrender to his touch.
He knew that beneath the shock, perhaps she’d even wanted more. That thought was the most dangerous one of all, because it justified his own inexcusable lust. Gabriel couldn't remember a time in his life in which he'd been so lustful, not even when he was a just a hormonal teenager looking for the easiest pussy to fuck.
He didn't trust himself to behave around her anymore, he didn't trust himself to be rational where she was concerned. He knew the pretense of the internship would only make things more difficult for her, creating opportunities for him to destroy his own life and hers.
When a week passed and she still didn't show up, he decided to make things easy for her. He’d wired her a large sum of money, a figure he was sure would cover her mom's medical bills and even other expenses that may arise. It was a cynical attempt to pay for his silence and her compliance.
Then he'd written her an email saying he no longer needed her services and she'd been paid and compensated.
This week, Yaren hadn't attended any of his classes. His gaze had absentmindedly travelled to where she usually sat at the front row but the seat was occupied by someone else. He was beginning to worry about her attendance and grades; She was a brilliant student, but there was only so much she could do to sustain her grades if she kept on missing classes like this.
He’d intended on summoning her to his office the next day, under the guise of an academic review, of course, the intention was to set things straight and perhaps offer an apology. After all, he knew he was out of line and he was the one who had to set things straight. But fate had intervened this evening.
On his way back to the faculty offices, he’d seen her; she was shivering and drenched in the rain beneath the arch of the old library. The sight had snapped his control instantly; he saw her wet chiffon top, it was thin and clinging to her skin, it had completely turned see-through. He could clearly see the outline of her bra inside and her pale skin.
Something caught between anger and fierce possession swelled within his chest. Anyone could have passed by and seen her like that, anyone could have ogled her like she was the cover of an adult magazine on full display.
His body heated up all over again. The erection he'd been fighting for the past two weeks returned with a vengeance, it was thick and painful. He felt an almost frightening urge to grab her and get her somewhere warm only to bend her over his desk and spank her for leaving her body on full display.
He'd picked her up and headed back to his office, as he was having a strong erection just from having her in his car, he kept his gaze planted ahead firmly to avoid looking at her top.
On getting into his office, he moved immediately to the small cabinet to retrieved a thick, heavy afghan blanket and thrust it at her.
"Cover yourself," he ordered curtly.
She took it instantly, pulling the soft wool around her shoulders. She was visibly trembling, she'd taken off her glasses and her eyes were fixed on him with an intensity that mirrored the lust consuming him. She was so inexperienced she couldn't hide it, but he was determined to not cross the line again.
He walked behind his desk to put a physical barrier between them. He couldn't even bring himself to sit, he just stood there gripping the edge of the desk.
"Did you get the email?" he asked her with no preamble. "The money?"
She nodded. "Yes. Thank you, Professor." She replied quietly though her voice trembled badly.
"Good," he said.
His gaze raked over her slowly and he took in the sight she made, she was trembling so much and her lips looked red and plum, he had to look away to stop himself from thinking of what they'd taste like, or how they'd feel wrapped around his cock.
He cleared his throat quietly as he forced the thought out of his mind.
"I apologize for what happened the other day in the car," he started. "It was an egregious mistake on my part, a lapse in judgment brought on by professional stress. It will never happen again."
He paused, letting the cold assurance sink in. Though even he didn't believe what he had said.
"You need to straighten up and take your attendance seriously," he continued. "You're jeopardizing your academic standing. You know how unacceptable that is."
He was trying so hard not to snap, not to let the pressure boil over into the dark desire churning in his gut.
Yaren was still trembling, the blanket clutched tight, she was even crying now. The sight unsettled him, be felt bad, he felt a cold, heavy guilt, but he couldn't drop the formalities, she needed to know how severe this was.
"Things will go back to how they were supposed to be," he stated. "I'm your professor and you're a student, nothing more."
He knew he was lying, he knew that he didn't care about the fact that she was a student, but he needed to strengthen the boundaries to avoid further occurrence. He felt his cock harden even more, so much that it became painful and throbbing. He couldn't stay in the room with her a second longer. The air was too thick, and her presence too potent.
"Go," he ordered, his voice raw. "Leave."
But to his surprise she shook her head slowly. He gripped the edge tightly to control himself.
"Take the blanket and get out." He told her.