Chapter 120 The Dom Needs A Pet {2}
My stomach tightened.
"I didn't plan to return home, Mr. Stuart."
I swallowed as I watched his countenance changed. I knew I wasn't going to like it but I was ready to take in whatever fire he threw at me.
"I want to be your pet," I said, putting the mug away.
My flesh pimpled as he cocked a brow. He smirked at himself.
"Circe, let's not go over this again. What are you talking about?"
I walked over to where I'd seen the pamphlet, picked it up and walked towards him.
His eyes bulged as I showed him the paper, and he was forced to yank the paper from me.
"How were you able to see that?" The paper crunched in his hand as he faced me.
It was obvious he was slightly pissed and he hadn't wanted me to see it.
It was his secret, and it would probably be my secret as well.
"I am qualified as well. I'm 26 old, I'm a sophomore student, and I major in Economics. What else do you want to know about me?"
He shut his eyes briefly, steadying his breath. "You don't know a thing about being a Dom's pet." He finally said.
"I do want to know," I retorted, facing him despite the way he inched towards me.
His hand reached forward to touch me, his thumb grazed my cheeks then wandered to my lips.
His touch against my lips sent shocking waves over my body. I felt my nipples go hard on their own accord.
How could a man as old as my professor turn me on? He was in his late forties, tall with chiseled double jaw and quaint blue eyes.
His jaw clenched as my breath deepened.
"You debate at every given opportunity which I like about you in the classroom but a Dom's pet is the opposite."
He sunk his thumb into my mouth, felt my mouth open and grazed his thumb on my tongue.
He hissed, moving forward.
"You don't have what it takes to be what I need." He said.
"You can teach me." I pleaded.
"Teach?" He smirked, "you do not teach a man to teach you how to embrace pain as pleasure, and also pleasure as pain."
"Yet others learn to embrace that and do to such what they please," I added.
His eyes darkened as he watched me. "I guess that's why I like you, take off your clothes, Circe."
I stepped back a bit. Immensely stung by his eyes on me, I closed my eyes as my shaky hands started to unbutton the shirt on my body.
"I want your eyes open," his voice held strength.
My body jerked to the sound of his voice, and my areolas under the shirt contracted painfully as well.
He eyed me momentarily. "Maybe you don't know the gravitation of what you just asked of me_"
I interrupted, "I do want to do this and I can please you how you want it." My eyes skated to his groin.
This time, the outline of his length probed when he shifted backwards. The direction of my eyes led him to look down at himself but his eyes held no emotion when they looked at me again.
Outside, the rain plattered on whilst a thunder crackled above the roof.
His eyes probed me. "Follow me."
Occasionally when I argued in classroom with another classmate of mine, and Professor Stuart was sure to be present - he had this sort of gaze lingering on me.
It was a look I couldn't interpret, a look that twisted the knots in my stomach. Then he would lace such stare with a heart wrenching smile which made my heart trip a million times.
Our footsteps approached a room which seemed more like a basement to me. But when he pushed the door open and switched on the lights, silent thoughts started swish in my head.
Whips of all sizes were lined against one part of the crimson wall; thin, long, average, leather and wire.
Below them were handcuffs of all colours and sizes likewise. And a swivel chair was at the corner of the room. In the centre was a bed.
I swallowed, bidding my fear.
He turned his eyes on me, "I inflict pain as well as pleasure. Since you're intent on becoming my pet, you have failed the first test miserably."
I swallowed.
Taking off my clothes was my first test? I asked myself. How do I let him know that I had never stripped down in front of man before?
How do I let him know that I was a virgin? How do I let him know that I could sense his presence from a distance with only his unique smell.
It turned me on, and I made myself believe that it would be easier for him to make love to me with clothes on.
But like he said, I always argued and it didn't suit well for the role of a submissive pet.
"Two," he rolled on, never taking his eyes from me but I darted my eyes past him, "you avoid eye contact."
I yanked my eyes back on him while my heart tripped.
"Which brings up the question, are you sure you want to do this?" His jaw clenched.
I nodded again, "yes."
"Now, take off your clothes."
I steadied my breaths as my hand started with the first button peeling away gradually till the last button was through its hole.
Then the shirt fell to the floor, spiralling around me. My breath caught in my throat as his gaze studied the size of my breasts.
They were quite sizable, almost a B, not too big and not too small.
My hands tucked on the waistband of the baggy shorts I wore and I untied the thin rope that held the shorts in place.
The shorts dropped to my feet with a hindrance, and I let my feet slip out from the shorts.
He studied me briefly. I couldn't tell if he was satisfied of my body.
He stepped forward, tilted my head up and leaned forward as if to kiss me.
My eyes automatically fluttered to a sudden close as my breath dragged.
"Open your eyes," he ordered.
My eyes snapped open to meet his face which was mere inches away.
If he could just kiss me, he should, my mind pleaded.
I was unaware of his other hand trailing up my thigh until I felt his curious fingers on my unclad private region then I stifle a gasp.
"When was the last time you made out?" His voice had gone husky.