Professor Cline Revealed (The Professor #1) (15 page)

Setting me down on the desk, he pulled away from my swollen lips and looked into my eyes. “I haven’t been able to get you off my mind,” he admitted as he brushed hair away from my face. “I told you I was bad for you and I meant it. And the truth is you’re not good for me either, but I’m not going to be able to stay away, Emma.” He leaned down to trail kisses from my chin to my earlobe. “Tell me now if you don’t want this,” he whispered into my ear. “Because once my cock enters that sweet cunt of yours, it won’t be anyone else’s to claim.” He nipped at my earlobe and pulled away to look at me. I was panting with arousal, but after his little speech, the only thing going through my mind was him rushing me out of his house the other night.

“Don’t treat me like a whore, Mason,” I demanded as I stared into his eyes, making sure he knew I meant every word I was about to speak. “I’m not some woman you picked up off the street. I’m not going to lie and say I don’t want this, because even though deep down I know it’s a bad idea, I still want it. But if you ever treat me the way you did the other night, this ‘cunt’, as you say,
will
be someone else’s to claim.”

I couldn’t believe the words that had come out of my own mouth, but I’d meant every one.
He can throw his dominance around all he wants, but I won’t stand being treated like trash.

His sobering expression at my words turned into a grin as he leaned down to my ear. “I like that feisty mouth of yours, Emma.” He moved back, gliding his nose along my jawline before retreating completely to look into my eyes. “I’ve never been one to explain why I do the things I do, but I will tell you it was never my intention to make you feel like a whore. You’re a fine wine I want to savor.”

I stared at his mouth as he spoke and then looked into his eyes. I had nothing else to say as he pushed me down onto this desk, trailing his hand from my shoulder to my breast as he went. When his hand reached the button to my jeans, he unsnapped them and pulled them off along with my underwear.  There was nothing gentle about his actions. His eyes were filled with lust and want and it was all directed toward me.

I rested my head against the desk and closed my eyes as he bent my legs and lowered his head. I gasped as he bit down on my clit then plunged a finger inside me before flicking my clit with his tongue. The pain and pleasuring sensations were almost too much to take, so I bit down on my lip to hold back the moans that wanted to escape. I knew I couldn’t be loud if I didn’t want to be caught.

Grabbing onto my thighs he continued to eat me as if I was his last meal, bringing me higher and higher until I exploded. I reached down and grabbed onto his head, lacing my fingers through his hair and holding him in place as I rocked my hips up. Squeezing my eyes closed, I held my breath as that overpowering sensation flowed through my body, causing my whole body to tense. Restraining my screams of pleasure had to be one of the hardest things to do, but I managed to hold them in, exuding all my strength.

I dropped my hands from his hair and looked up to see him licking his lips. His face glistened with my juices, and it was the sexiest sight I’d ever seen. Pulling back from me, he stood up and undid his belt and pants, dropping them to the floor to reveal his gray boxer briefs. I studied him and looked at the bulge begging to come out. I licked my own lips as I glanced away from his package and up to meet his gaze. I wanted to pleasure him, but I didn’t know how he would feel about it. I didn’t even get to see him naked the other night so I wasn’t sure if that would be allowed.

Dropping my legs to the floor, I sat up and reached for him, but he grabbed my arms and held them behind my back, dropping his lips to meet mine. I moaned as our mouths connected, the wetness from his face rubbing all over mine. I could taste myself on his tongue and it made me kiss him harder. I sucked his tongue into my mouth and he groaned as he started to rock against me. I wanted to grab onto him, but he continued to hold my arms together, never relinquishing control.

He broke the kiss and backed away from me, pulling me along with him. Then he spun me around and pushed me back onto the desk. My chest met the hard wood with a thump, and I cried out expectantly as his hand connected with my ass in a hard slap before turning into a moan as he gently rubbed my clit.

This man is doing all kinds of things to mess with my head.
I didn’t know whether to be pissed that he’d hit me or happy he was bringing me pleasure. After a while, it all seemed to feel the same as he built me up once again. His fingers knew exactly how to touch me, how to take me to a level of arousal I’d never known was possible.

Just as my walls started to tighten in another overpowering orgasm, he pulled away, causing a groan to escape my lips that immediately morphed into a scream as he thrust into me without warning. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I moaned out my pleasure as he pounded into me relentlessly. I’d never had a man take me with such force. He was thrusting into me as if he couldn’t get deep enough, like he wanted to bury himself inside me. And the crazy thing was, I wanted him there. I didn’t understand it, I wasn’t even sure I was
supposed
to understand it, but it was more of a need than a want. I didn’t know what to think of it, so I blocked it from my mind.

Holding my hips, he pulled me back against him with every forceful thrust. I couldn’t hold back the moans. They came out in rapid succession every single time he pushed into me. Then I felt his fingers glide through my hair and squeeze as he pulled back on my head. After a few more strokes he planted himself deep inside as he leaned against me, a moan escaping his lips.

I breathed heavily into the desk as my hair fanned around my face, causing sweat to form on my forehead. I was hot and dazed as he finally let my hands go and pulled away from me. The thought of lifting myself up from the desk to cover myself crossed my mind, but I couldn’t move. My body felt like Jell-O, well-fucked Jell-O, and I didn’t want to move just yet.

Then I felt his hand between my legs with a tissue, causing me to jump. Pulling myself up on my elbows, I turned my head to look at him. His eyes were focused between my legs but moved to look at me. I frowned as I realized what he was doing and panic began to set in. It didn’t even occur to me that he wasn’t wearing a condom. And since I was thinking about it, I remembered it dripping out of me the night at his place, too.
How did I not realize?

I pushed up from the desk and knocked him out of the way, noticing his pants were already on and buttoned. I reached for my underwear and jeans and quickly slipped them on.

I turned to look at Mason who was leaning against his desk, arms folded over his chest with an amused look on his face.

“What do you think is so funny? Why the hell didn’t you wear a condom?” I yelled, flailing my hands up, freaking out.

He walked toward me in confident strides and lifted his hands to rest on my shoulders.

“Calm down, Emma. You have nothing to worry about.” He said it so calmly.

“I have nothing to worry about? Are you daft? Do you think I want to get pregnant? What the hell were you thinking?” I questioned in pure panic mode.

“Emma, I said calm down. I had a vasectomy a long time ago, so I can’t have kids. And I can assure you I’m clean.”

I looked at him bewildered. “Well…” I didn’t know what to say. “How do you know if I’m clean?”

He chuckled. “You don’t seem like the kind of woman to sleep around.”

“That’s not the point. How often do you have sex without protection? You could catch anything at any time and not know it between your check-ups. Come on, even a smart man like you should know that.” I was going to have to get checked. I knew I needed to anyway after what had happened with Tim. There was no telling what that slut had.

“You’re right. Next time, I’ll wear a condom.

I looked at him with a raised brow. “Next time?”

He caressed my cheek with his fingers. “I can promise you there
will
be a next time, Emma.”

I nodded in agreement, knowing I wanted there to be a next time and looked down to the floor, feeling a flush creep up onto my face.

“Nobody can know about this, Emma,” he stated as he lifted my chin to look at him.

I nodded again and stared at him as questions flowed through my mind, not voicing any of them.

What
is
this? Are we exclusive now? Do I get to have a say in anything we do? What is his deal with control? Are we dating?

The moment felt surreal, like at any second I’d wake up from a dream. If I were to speak, reality would set in and I didn’t want that. I wanted to live in the fantasyland, if only for a little while.

“You should go,” he said as he dropped his hand from under my chin. “I have things I need to do before I’m able to leave.” He turned around and looked at the mess lying next to his desk then back to me.

I still felt unsure, but I guessed that was what I got for putting myself in a situation I didn’t know how to handle.

I walked toward the door and picked up the bag I’d dropped to the floor. I turned back to see him picking up his laptop and papers, not knowing whether I should say anything. What do you say after being fucked on your professor’s desk?

I turned with a frown and unlocked the door before walking out into the hallway. I was confused as to what would happen from that point. He didn’t even have my number. How would the relationship work?

Whoa, not a relationship.

This was not the kind of thing I was expecting when I’d thought about starting law school. I’d been in a steady relationship. I was happy. I had things mapped out.
Now, I was single with no home, happy yet confused, and completely unfocused.

He was right. He was bad for me. I had no idea what I was doing. Did I really want to be someone’s fuck-buddy? I didn’t understand why I had such a strong connection to him. It made me feel off-balance, and I wasn’t sure I could continue with the way things were going. Yes, he was a great lover, but I knew I wanted more than that. I wanted to be romanced, and I wasn’t sure he was the guy who would give it to me.

Mason – Seventeen years old

My days were long and hard, but I was doing everything I could to keep my grades up so I’d be accepted to NYU. I wanted to get into the best possible program so I could eventually do something about John. I wasn’t sure what I’d do, but I’d figure it out as I went. I had to focus on Sophia for the time being.

She wasn’t as scared as she was when she’d first gotten there. Since she wasn’t being drugged every day, I think she’d come to accept her fate. I didn’t want that for her, but the thoughts of getting her out were pretty much illusive.

I visited her every day, if only for a few minutes. I didn’t want her to think I’d forgotten about her, because the truth was, I couldn’t get her out of my head. She was all I ever thought about.

She’d turned into my reason for dealing with John.

I hated him. I hated him with everything I had. If I had the guts I’d kill him, but I couldn’t do it. Even though he was a horrible human being, I couldn’t bring myself to be like him.

Sophia and I were both trapped. She had no way of getting out, and I had no way of getting her out. I had nowhere to turn. John was a powerful man with other powerful men behind him. Who did I turn to? If I talked to the wrong person, there was no telling what John would do to me. Even though I was his son, I wasn’t sure that would stop him.

I couldn’t just let her out, either. For a full week, I’d tried to figure out the surveillance system he had in and around the outside of the house, but I wasn’t technical. He’d catch me. He had a bird’s eye view of everything that happened in and out of that house. I was trapped in every sense of the word, just like Sophia.

When I arrived home, I walked into the house and moved straight toward the hallway to the left which led to John’s downstairs office. The only door on the right was the one that headed to the basement. A basement I’d never been in before that day. I turned the light on and it illuminated the stairs that went down to Sophia’s room.

I made my way down the stairs and lightly knocked on the door before opening it, in order for her not to fear who was coming into the room. I wanted to at least show her a little bit of respect, but my main reason was because I didn’t want her to be afraid of me. I wanted her to trust me and know I wasn’t there to harm her.

I entered the room to see her leaning against the wall as she sat on the floor, a book in her hand. She closed her book and laid it on her lap as I shut the door and approached her.

“Hey,” she said with a small smile. I had yet to see her smile fully, but I didn’t expect that to happen until the day I was able to set her free. “How was school?”

I sat down beside her with my legs crossed in front of me and rested my hands in my lap.

“It was good.” I nodded softly and pointed down to her book. “What are you reading today?”

She shrugged and tossed the book away from her. “Some stupid historical romance. I hate reading, but the fantasy is so much better than what I have right now.” She tilted her head back and stared up at the ceiling.

My heart broke for her. I hated that I couldn’t do anything to help her.

“I’ll get you out one day, Sophia. I promise.”

She turned her head to look at me. “I don’t expect it, Mason. I know what they’re going to do with me. I don’t think I can even cry about it anymore.” She turned her head back to look up at the ceiling, blinking back the tears I knew she was holding in.

Hearing her talk that way always felt like someone was kicking me in the stomach. I hated that she’d given up hope. She had been there for a little over three months, but I knew the uncertainty of how long she’d remain had been getting to her.

I wasn’t sure why John had presented me with her in the first place. I knew what she’d eventually become, but why did he offer to me like a present? That was the one thing I had a hard time comprehending. What was his end game?

Sophia got up slowly and walked over to the side table to grab the water bottle. She was wearing grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt, both too big for her, but they were the only things John would let me bring her after our first encounter. I was just happy she was entitled to use the bathroom and shower attached to the bedroom, which I was sure was also monitored by John.

Even the thought of him being able to see her in all her private moments fueled the rage I had for him, but it was just a wasted emotion. I needed to stay focused on what was important.

I watched her as she lifted the bottle to take a drink. The sleeve of the shirt lifted as she tilted her head back and that was when I saw the bruises on the back of her arm.

“What the hell happened?” I shouted as I quickly stood up and made my way over to her.

She looked at me confused as I grabbed her arm and pushed up her sleeve. I could automatically tell they were finger marks.

“Did he hurt you?” I asked her through clenched teeth as I dropped her arm.

She diverted her eyes and sat on the bed. “It was my own fault, Mason. I shouldn’t have tried to run again.”

I paced the room and ran a hand through my hair. I felt weak. I couldn’t do anything to protect her.

“What did he do, Sophia?”

John was the one who brought her food, when he remembered to do so. I couldn’t be there all the time so it was expected of him to take care of it, although he wasn’t always home. When she’d first gotten there, it had taken me three days to realize no one had brought her anything to eat. It wasn’t something she would have noticed since she was kept drugged most of the time, but she was starting to wither away. She was already skinny, but I could tell she was losing weight. And seeing as though I didn’t know how long they’d had her before they brought her to the house, it was a major concern for me.

But seeing those marks on her, I didn’t want the motherfucker to come anywhere near her again. I was her protector. I was the only one who cared for her. There wasn’t much I could do for her, but I
would
look after her while she was stuck there.

“Just tell me, Sophia. Don’t make me search you for marks.”

Her eyes widened in shock and I stepped closer to her. I hated that I was scaring her, but I needed to know.

She stood up from the bed, keeping her eyes trained to the floor as she slowly lifted her shirt. I clenched my teeth and tightened my fists at my sides as I saw the huge black and blue bruise splayed across her stomach.

“What the fuck, Sophia? Why didn’t you tell me?”

I walked closer to her and examined her stomach before she dropped the shirt back into place.

“So what if I didn’t tell you, Mason. What are you gonna do, huh? Go reprimand your daddy? It wasn’t him anyway,” she spat. “There’s nothing you can do about it. It was two days ago. I don’t even know who he was. I shouldn’t have tried to run out the door. Where would I have gone anyway? I was stupid for even trying.” She sat back down on the bed and held her head in her hands. She took a deep breath as I stewed over the whole situation, then she finally looked up at me with tired eyes. “I think I’m going to lie down for a bit. Can you come back later?”

I stared at her as she quickly slid under the covers and closed her eyes. It was the first time she’d asked me to leave, and I frowned at her request. I didn’t want to leave her alone, but I didn’t want to disrespect her privacy either. She had to deal with that enough.

I needed to get out of there anyway. I knew John was home, and his office would be my first stop.