Icy

Steamy scene with our favorite Psychology professor ahead!

Hope you all enjoy!!!

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Autumn was in full swing Wednesday morning.

Enid burrowed into her scarf as she rushed across campus.

A warm drink and a muffin clutched in her gloved hands.

By the time she sat down for her psychology lecture, she felt like a popsicle.

She had just taken a bite of her muffin when the sound of an exaggerated cough came from behind her.

Her shoulders tensed as she remembered the occupants of the seats behind her.

Turning with a grimace, she met the eyes of the two girls.

The brunette who had been asking for extra credit and her blonde friend.

Both staring at her with nasty facial expressions.

"How'd you do it?" The blonde's question biting.

Enid's eyebrows furrowed.

"Do what?" Her voice wary.

"The immortals. How'd you get their attention?" The brunette responded, her eyes rolling.

"I don't understand what you mean, I'm sorry." She apologized, still trying to be nice.

The dark-haired girl scoffed.

"I saw you in Dr. Easton's office. And our friend Sophie is in your writing class and says Dr. Romano's always staring at you. And we did some digging and found out you are the one student that has lessons with Dr. Drewitt this year." She held up a finger with each point as though proving something.

Enid's mind raced.

She was pretty sure Sophie was the girl who always flirted with Dante.

The one who had come in hungover one day.

"So. How did you do it?" The brunette annunciated each syllable mockingly.

"I'm just their intern." Enid said quietly, trying to fight the flush that was rising to her cheeks.

The two girls exchanged a look before the blonde leaned forward.

Her low-cut top making Enid blush as her chest was very close to being completely exposed.

"Which one of them are you sleeping with?" She demanded, one of her platinum strands getting stuck to her lip gloss.

Enid nearly choked as she inhaled quickly in surprise.

Her heartrate skyrocketing as her hands began to shake.

A loud noise came from the front of the auditorium, saving Enid from what was sure to be a stutter-filled denial.

All chatter in the room died, a silent hush falling upon the students.

She turned around quickly to find Theodore's icy eyes glare settled just above her head.

His arms were folded over his chest, the material of his suit jacket stretching tightly across his broad frame.

Enid wondered how much he had heard.

His eyes lowered to hers and she tried to read his mind the way her other professors seemed to.

He didn't seem very happy with her, either.

He pivoted on his heel and grabbed a piece of chalk to write on the board behind him.

"We will finish the last section of this unit in class today. That means your first exam will be next Monday. You will need a scantron and a pencil. Do not arrive late. If you are not in your seat by the time class begins, you will receive a zero as your grade." His command clear as he wrote the test date on the board.

"Today we will discuss John Locke, often titled the 'Father of Liberalism'. His theory on the blank slate of humans at birth, also known as tabula rasa, has become..." Enid's hand raced to keep up with him as she took notes.

When the class came to an end, all she had to do was meet his gaze to know he wanted to see her in his office.

Maybe she was starting to learn their little mind reading trick.

She took her time packing up her notebooks, purposefully making sure the two girls left before her.

After a few moments, she made her way down the hallway to his office.

He was settled behind his desk, reading something on his expensive laptop.

Glancing up as she walked in, his glasses reflected the light from the screen.

His expression was stony as he motioned for her to close the door.

For a moment, he reclined back and simply stared at her, his fingers laced under his chin.

"Come here." His voice calm, but strong.

Enid stumbled slightly as she walked to stand at the side of his desk.

"I have half a mind to take you over my knee and give you your first punishment right now." Theodore's voice darkening.

Her eyes widened in confusion.

"Punishment for what, sir?" She asked, her head tilting to the side.

"We told you that you needed to move into the estate for safety reasons. We said it needed to be as soon as possible. And yet you say you need a week." He rose from his seat as he responded, getting closer to her with each sentence.

"I-I just want to do some research first. I'm actually going to the library after Dante's class today to get started!" The words tumbled from her in a rush as she stepped backward.

Theodore took another step toward her, their game of cat and mouse sending Enid scrambling backward another step.

Within seconds she was pushed up against the wall, his strong body caging her against it.

He captured both of her hands with one of his and he raised them above her head.

Theodore's sapphire eyes were inky with darkness as he took in her disheveled state.

"You defied our order, little one. But I understand that you are nervous. So, I will give you a pass this time. However, you will not be going to the campus library. The library at the estate has a far more extensive collection of the books you'll need." His minty breath washing over her as he pressed against her.

Enid nodded her head obediently.

He leaned down slowly, his midnight eyes searing her own.

She could feel each hard plane of his muscle against her own soft body.

His free hand clutched at her waist, his fingers pressing into the skin around her hipbone.

She opened her mouth to ask something, when suddenly his lips were on hers.

His kiss was blistering, his mouth devouring hers with barely held control.

She sighed as his thigh slid between her parted legs, the friction against her jean-clad center sending a rush through her.

With her hands captive above her head, she could do nothing but give in to his ministrations.

Pressure built inside her as he nipped his way down her neck, tugging her sweater to the side to suck the gentle skin of her shoulder.

"Please, Theodore." Her voice breathless as she asked for something she did not understand.

She wanted to feel the way she had at their estate.

"Naughty little girl." He practically growled into her neck. "We're in my office. You will call me professor."

His thigh rubbed more firmly against her and her vision blurred.

"Professor, please." She practically begged.

"I don't know, you've been a very bad student. Disobeying her professors and calling them by their first name. I think you need to be taught a lesson, darling." His deep voice sending another rush of dampness to her panties.

"Yes sir. I'll be better, I promise." Enid barely recognized the words she was saying, so enraptured in the pleasure that was racing through her body.

"You want to make it up to me, little one?" He asked, pulling away from her slightly.

She stared dazedly up at him for a moment before blinking back to clarity.

Her teeth bit down on the soft tissue of her lips hesitantly.

"Yes sir." Her response causing a smirk to stretch across his breathtaking face.

"Get on your knees." His hands clenched as he restrained himself.

Theodore wanted to ease her into this, he was cautious of overwhelming her.

Enid's blush darkened as she followed his command, her eyes now level with his crotch.

His large hands quickly unlatched the buckle of his belt and he pulled it loose with ease.

"Next time you do this for me, I'll tie your hands behind your back with this." Theodore told her as he placed the belt on his desk.

Enid swallowed with nerves.

Her professor looked down at her and his dark eyes shined.

His expression hungry, possessive.

With a quick movement, he unbuttoned and pulled down the zippers of his trousers.

Enid flushed as she saw the black underwear underneath.

"Do you want to touch me, Enid?" He asked, making sure she was okay with this.

Her eyes alight with curiosity, she nodded.

With shaking hands, she reached toward it.

Suddenly a piece of classical music began to play.

Theodore cursed as he turned to grab his phone from his desk.

"What?" His voice venomous.

Whatever the response was, it was not good.

Her professor redressed quickly.

He pressed a claiming kiss against her cheek before he was rushing out the door and down the hall.

His phone still pressed to his ear as his coat billowed behind him.

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Hmm, lots of strange phone calls happening.

What do you think is going on?

Comments fill my heart with joy.

All my love, Sappho ✵