"Burn me, professor."
"I want to burn you and rule over your ashes."
What else would he do to her? She thought as the water trickled down her body in the shower.
Normally showering and music calmed her thoughts and made everything else fade in the background but "under the influence" didn't help one bit but ignited a fire in her heart.
His palm was as she imagined: rough and hard but on her skin they were the softest and coolest thing. Her thighs clenched and she gasped for breath as the water kept running down, making her chest heave.
First, it was her chin, now it was her neck, so would he go lower next time? Would he cross the boundaries?
Her hand trailed from her neck down to the swell of her chest. It was his hand on her. His fingers pinching her nipples, as he did her chin. He would then graze it and bite it before groping her breast. She gagged.
Then, he would massage them slowly before squeezing them. Kayla rolled her head back in ecstasy. What would he say if he saw her like this?
"Do you like the thought of me touching you so much?"
No matter how hard she tried to push him out of her head, she failed. It was too strong for her. Just this once, she would give in. This once.
She kept fondling her breast with one hand while the other snaked to her core. She was so wet and it was not because of the water. What did this say about her? Oliver was a fucking asshole but this asshole lit a fire in her that hadn't even been there even with Andy.
She closed her eyes revelling in this…. This sin as Oliver's eyes were wide open watching the scene unfold with such on his laptop in the darkness of his office with such intensity.
He zoomed in on her curvaceous naked body and he felt his dick harden. Her tits were upright and her pink nipples stiffened as she played with one of them.
Oliver slid his hand into his pants, stroking the long length of his manhood as Kayla rubbed her clit. The song changed to "FU in my head".
He had never been tempted to touch himself much less while enjoying the view of someone else doing it and he knew it was him she thought about. He smirked.
He saw that she slid a finger finally.
"Oh my god!" she breathed. Her heart was racing and Oliver loved this as he also quickened his pace. He loved the way her mouth parted, the way she leaned on the wall for support as she pleasured herself.
His breathing became haggard as his gaze swept over her body. The tiny rose on the private side of her thigh as her cum rolled down it enticed him. He would suck it, his teeth grazing it and he could hear her moans as he did so.
Kayla didn't stop there, she pushed in another finger and went faster. Those damned whiskey eyes, delighted as he kept stretching her but she kept only two fingers in. If he wanted to stretch her, he would do it himself.
"Ah! Uh! Oh! Oh god!" she screamed as she almost reached her climax. This was so wrong. She was getting off thinking about her professor and it was Oliver Wilde for goodness sake.
"That's right, Hastings, cum for me. Cum for your professor." his voice was hoarse as he too was at his peak.
"Fuck! Oh!" She cried out.
As she reached her climax she shouted, "Professor!" unconsciously.
"That's right, feisty. Say my name!" They finished at the same time and Kayla collapsed to the floor.
She yearned for his touch. She yearned for him to do unspeakable things to her but she wanted him as far away from her as possible. She hated him, truly, because he was too powerful for her. He would shatter her, he would break her and she couldn't, she just couldn't.
Where was the guilt and shame she was meant to feel? She was losing control of herself and that was dire.
Plus he was her professor. However, Oliver didn't care as he saved the recording of her to his phone. He would listen to her moans, her screams-unsurprisingly, his Hastings was a screamer-when he jogged, when he needed to concentrate, and at night. This was his new lullaby and he would add it to the playlist until he could have it himself.
Revolting was the word for how much any woman touching him was but her, he wouldn't only touch her, he would play with her and take his time with it.
He brought out his hand from his pants and licked his cum. Next would be hers. Those thoughts swirled in his head as he slumped into his chair.
He had violated her and something gnawed at him. He was becoming what he feared he would always become: his mother. His mother always had to be in control. Had to make sure she affected him every time she abused him mentally, physically, and sexually.
But he just had to. He couldn't help it. He was his addiction and she made him feel normal.
He never thought he would be sexually aroused or remotely feel anything for the opposite sex but Hastings blurred the line between right and wrong for him. He wanted her. He needed her. She was his addiction. His little secret and he loved the feeling.
Unethical and debased what he was doing, but if he meant seeing her like this, discovering more hidden tattoos on her, he would do it over again.
****
She was going to class today. Her stomach churned as she walked into the living room and her eyes landed on the book Oliver had given her. It was 'The Circular Pyramid' but with Dylan Lilac's notes scribbled on it.
This was the best gift ever and she would cherish it. The only thing left was that one edition of Harry Potter she didn't have.
Harry Potter! She promised to get Wyatt a copy of the first Harry Potter book to read.
She quickly grabbed it and made her way out of the house but after checking her appearance in the mirror.
She kept it casual today with a hint of sexiness with her loose, off-shoulder knitted sweater with a chunky, open weave design. It was paired with light cream-colored cargo pants that had a relaxed, wide-leg fit, featuring large pockets on the sides and a belt.
She blew herself a kiss, reminded Louisa to eat the breakfast she prepared for her, and was on her way to class.
"Good morning, Wyatt." She greeted him with a sing-song tone.
"You look happy today. Did you win the lottery?" He smiled, handing the boba to her.
"Something like that." She replied, a mischevious glint in her eyes.
"Take this." she brought out the book from her tote bag. "This is the first book, so you have to read it and give it back next Friday if you can!"
Wyatt took it, flipped some pages, and nodded. "I'll come pick you up tonight, Kayla for our date."
She didn't know what she was feeling: excitement or something else.
"But I gotta go. And you look stunning today!" She giggled as she watched him jog away.
"Ah!" she sighed.
By the time she got to class, most people had arrived including Oliver. Thinking about her little shower escapade, she struggled to keep a straight face as she entered.
"Didn't you get the memo, Kayla? You've been kicked out of the class. Get out." Regina's witchy voice sounded and Kayla stopped standing like a fool in front of the whole class.
"What are you doing standing there like a lost sheep, Hastings? Come on." he signaled for her to come up on the podium and warily she did. What was he up to?
"I never forgive anyone for anything they do. However, throughout this week Hastings has begged me profusely saying she regretted what she did and that she apologized for her behaviors." Kayla's eyes twitched at his words. When did she say that?
"And I honestly do not care about apologies and she knows that because she said if I forgive her she'll be in my service. As you all know, I run a company so for all the strenuous tasks that come with teaching a class
Kayla has agreed to take over. Even going as far as doing my laundry, buying me lunch, and driving me to and from school."
Her eyes almost popped out of her socket. For the first time, she didn't know what to say. "What the actual fuck?" she said in her head since no words came out of her lips.
Was this his plan all along? To make her prey in his game?
Unease churned in her stomach as she glanced at him. Who was he underneath the professional and righteous armor? Should she stay away from him? The questions swarmed her mind but she was drawn to him. Drawn to whatever rotten thing this attraction was.
"And who am I to refuse such a kind offer to have my slave?" scattered laughs rang out in the class.
Kayla snapped out of her shock when she heard the laughs and went to stand very close to Oliver.
Lavender and roses. She smelled so good. Her tanned shoulders grazed his side and he stiffened. She intoxicated him. He wanted to pull her close and keep her locked away with him forever.
"What are you doing?" she whispered. If he wanted to play, then she would play whatever the game was.
But Oliver ignored her as always and continued, "I don't usually go back on my words but don't you think she deserves a second chance? She is willing to do anything I ask her, isn't that right Hastings?" Covertly, Oliver's fingers traced Kayla's spine so softly that it felt like a breeze.
Kayla bit her lips, schooling her expression to be normal. What did he mean by 'anything'? Her breath hitched. Is this what he wanted? Her desperate for him?
"She also said I am the best professor she has ever had the honor of being taught by. Her words, not mine."
When they shared shame in heaven, Oliver Wilde wasn't there. However, she couldn't refute him because it wouldn't make sense that he let her off the hook like that.
"You were the blueprint of every asshole created in history," she said in a voice only both of them could hear.
"I'm flattered but they all came before me."
"Because God was saving the best for the last." She walked away from him and to her seat. Oliver almost smiled at her words.
"I don't know what spell you cast but you still don't deserve to be here!" Reigna glared at Kayla when she sat down.
"You will break your neck from how hard you keep twisting it to look at me! I know I'm pretty but you shouldn't die because of me." Kayla remarked kindly and sincerely.
Reigna looked away still furious.
"Oh my god! Girl, how did you do it!?" Jack couldn't contain his excitement.
"Class was uninteresting without you, Kay." Rosa rested her head on her shoulders.
"I missed you guys too."
"But are you going to be his slave and do anything he says? Anything? Buy isn't this too abrupt? He changed his mind so easily because of something the class rep or any girl would do for him. "
"Maybe he has a heart." Kayla shrugged looking away from him. Maybe he was a controlling bastard. Why would he decide to make her close to him? What did he want from her?
"I wish I was the one getting punished by him. Sigh." Jack exhaled through his nose.
"Ew. What nonsense goes on in your head?" Rosa scrunched up her nose.
"Oh please. Like you wouldn't want him?" He rolled his eyes.
"He won't be with both of you so stop being delusional!" Kayla interjected, irritated for no reason.
"You are such a party pooper. Boo! Can't we dream? It's not like he likes you" Rosa pursed her lips before they all turned their attention back to the class.
She needed to calm down. She took a deep breath.
Nonetheless, Oliver would never date any of them. She was sure of it. But who would he date? Her? No. She would rather die than date him.
As he packed back and forth the class, teaching, his gaze flickered to Kayla. What was it about her that made him lose control? That made him powerless against his principles?
Principles he set because of his mother. Yet he was slowly craving for power over Kayla and that frightened and excited him, but he still wanted it.
Like always anytime she had something to do with Oliver, time passed quickly.
So after class, she was gathering Oliver's things into his bag and it was very heavy when she carried it and she almost tripped.
"Be careful! My laptop is in there!"
"Your laptop!? Are you fucking kidding me? What about my safety!?" she snapped her head to him, unbelieving.
"Yeah. I meant you too." he cleared his throat and they both left the class.
"You are not a gentleman in the slightest," she said in between breaths.
"You need to exercise more, Hastings. It's not that heavy." he shook his head but she shot daggers at him.
They arrived at the parking lot and Oliver opened his silver Lamborghini Veneno. The car was a limited edition car and there were only three available for private sale in the world.
"Nice ride. I guess assholes do have taste," she said as she dropped his things in the backseat carelessly, making him since. She was insane.
"Get in," he instructed.
"What?"
"Get in the car. You are going to drive me back to my office."
Kayla almost pukes out blood. "If I drive you there, will you give me your car to drive back here!? You crazy bastard!" her outburst caused people around to look at her strangely.
Oliver was going to drive her mad at this point. But she still got in because she was tempted by that car and the interior did not disappoint.
Something was unsettling about him. It felt like with him she was never in control. He made her do things, think things.
The Red chair was super comfortable and she couldn't help but adjust herself multiple times.
"Wow! This is so futuristic, like a video game!" Her eyes widened touching everything while Oliver observed her, patting his hands on the car's dashboard.
Fascinating. Exquisite. Those were words that could describe Kayla Hastings along with insufferable.
As she started the car she muttered, "I can't wait to have a boyfriend because he would never let me do anything like this!"
"Lucky him." He said bored. "I pity the man that would date you. He has to have struck some kind of deal with the devil."
The sound from his fingers distracted her.
"Because your car is way better than your entire personality, I will let this one slide."
"Can you stop that? It's distracting." Those were the fingers she pictured in her. Long, veiny, neat. She licked her lips.
"Stop what, Hastings?"
"That. That thing you're doing with your fingers. What are you counting?" Being in proximity to him was suffocating. He smelled like citrus. So sweet. Too bad his attitude was like a bitter old man.
"I'm counting the amount of time." He replied so naturally that it caught him off guard. He had never told anyone that. Even though the answer wasn't complete.
"The amount of time it takes for you to finish after you masturbate?" Oliver laughed.
"Are you that curious to know, Hastings? Is that what goes on in your head? Thinking of me, naked?" He asked, his voice low. It sounded sexy, and seductive in her ears.
"Of course I don't!" "liar."
"Are you sure?" He mocked.
"Yes, yes! Now shut up before I get your car into an accident and ruin it!"
He was sure she would do it because she was a lunatic.