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I rolled off the
desk, turning over to lay across it on my stomach. Damien grabbed me
by the hips to pull me back. Again, papers tumbled to the floor. My
eyes landed on one directly beneath my face. The name etched across
it was Barney Collins. Before I had time to read anything else
though, my thoughts were drawn away by the feel of Damien's manhood
entering me again. As he pounded me from behind, it took everything
in me not to moan. His cock felt so good, sliding in and out of my
wet pussy. Not to mention the fact that he would throw in a spanking
every now and then, further igniting my lust.

“
On
the desk,” he commanded, giving my ass a final slap. I thought
he meant for me to sit on it again, but when I went to turn around,
he forced me back as I was. “Crawl up onto it, on your hands
and knees, with your ass facing me.”

When I did as I was
told, he pulled my hips down so that I was in a low crouch and shoved
himself inside me. From this position, I could help with the fucking,
thrusting back against him as he pressed into me, sending shivers of
intensity through my spine every time his cock reached too far. He
gripped me by the shoulders and pounded home, causing the desk to
scratch against the floor. Finally, I said screw it to trying to be
quiet. If he was going to fuck me until we moved furniture, then what
did it matter if I moaned.

The room was full of
the smell of sex and the sound of skin slapping and metal screeching
against the tile. I cried out my pleasure as I felt my orgasm coming
on. It wasn't often that an intense pussy pounding could send me over
the edge, but Damien was moving like a jackhammer behind me, and the
friction was more than my body could handle.

“
I'm
going to,” I began to say, but a knock on the door cut me off,
and the entire room died into silence in an instant.

For a split second,
I thought I could feel Damien's pulse through his cock, and then he
pulled out, the look of lust in his eyes replaced by fear.

“
Get
dressed,” he whispered to me.

Someone had heard
us.

DISMISSED

The woman on the
other side of the door gazed at us knowingly. How could she not know?
The scent of sex wafted from the room behind us, and we both had the
just-fucked look.

I felt mousy as I
squeezed past her and made my escape, leaving Damien alone to deal
with the aftermath. She looked too old to be a student, too serious
and disapproving to be seeking his council. As I walked down the
aisle of his classroom, I heard her say his name in a stern tone, as
if the very word was chastisement for keeping her waiting. There was
no way she hadn't heard us having sex.

By the time I got to
my car, I was sweating bullets. Somehow, I knew the woman was someone
important, someone who could probably end Damien's career. I rested
my head against the steering wheel and sighed.

If something bad
happens, it's not your fault. You were only following orders. He
can't possibly be upset with you for this. It was his fault for not
being quiet.

Damien had been far
from quiet. For every moan I stifled, he was slapping my ass or
pounding me so hard that the desk screeched across the tile.
Eventually, I said screw it. If he was making so much noise, then why
couldn't I?

I could only imagine
what we sounded like from the other side of the door. It wasn't
exactly soundproof. The one time I had listened in on Damien, I had
heard him well enough, and he wasn't even making a fraction of the
noise we had been this time.

Who was she? And
what was going to happen to us now?

Realizing I'd get no
answer to those questions by just sitting there, I put my car in
drive and went home, watching my phone in my peripheral vision in the
hope that Damien would call or text me. He didn't though, so I was
left wondering and stressing. When I pulled into my driveway, I
thought about calling him but then decided against it. If Damien
wanted me to know what had happened, he would have contacted me.
Besides, the woman might still be with him for all I knew.

I walked inside and
greeted my father, then made myself busy by preparing dinner. He
asked me how my day was, and we chatted for a while before I retired
to my room, and he went to watch television in the living room. That
was pretty much how the afternoons had gone since he'd come home.

Thankfully, he'd be
leaving on Friday, so I wouldn't have to explain my mysterious
weekend disappearances, though I hadn't really been concerned about
it. It would be easy enough to tell him I had gone out with Tanya.
After all, I needed a life outside of college.

Lately, Damien had
become that life. Since Tanya had gotten a boyfriend, I saw less and
less of her. That was usually how it worked when she was really
interested in someone though. Hoes before bros, in the sense that
Vinny was her hoe. I couldn't help but wonder how long they'd stay
together. Hopefully not much longer. The guy wasn't exactly my cup of
tea, and I wanted my friend back.

I spent the rest of
the afternoon trying not to worry about the lady who caught Damien
and I having sex. Worrying never solved anything, and I certainly
didn't need the stress. Instead, I decided to turn my attention
toward thoughts of receiving my training collar. My consideration
period was almost up, and I'd soon have to decide if I wanted to take
things with Damien to the next level.

Being a submissive
was difficult, but I was adapting to it well enough, I thought. Sure,
there were times when I freaked out and had my doubts, like when he
punished me with an ass thrashing spanking, but the sex was so good
that I was addicted. If I had to jump through a ring of fire to stay
with him, I probably would. His demands weren't that extreme anyway.
All I had to do was follow his rules and obey.

When I sent Damien a
text that night to let him know I was going to bed, I asked him if
everything was alright. He simply responded with, “It's fine.”
That reassured me somewhat, but I still couldn't help but feel like
things weren't fine. Knowing it would annoy him, I didn't press the
subject any further, though I would definitely be bringing it up next
time we were together.

On Friday, I wished
my father farewell before I headed off to school. The time we had
spent together had been pleasant, and I was honestly sad to see him
go. He kissed me on the cheek and then stood in the driveway to watch
me leave, probably thinking about how we wouldn't see each other
again for a while. It was a sweet gesture, and I found myself
fighting back tears as I lost sight of him, though I wasn't sure why.
This entire week had been emotionally weird for me, and it wasn't
even over yet.

That night, I went
out with Tanya and Vinny to a restaurant. Just like the time when I
came over to watch movies with them, I was pretty much ignored until
I brought up what had happened in Damien's classroom.

“
You
don't happen to have any idea who the woman was?” I asked after
describing her to them.

“
Probably
the next person he was going to fuck,” Vinny said, which was
met by a jab in the ribs from Tanya.

“
Don't
be so rude,” she chastised him.

Even though I knew
he didn't really know what he was talking about, I still felt the
fires of jealousy rage through me. The thought of Damien with another
woman irrationally infuriated me. I had nothing to worry about
though. He had already told me that he belonged to me. And besides, I
had left the marks on his back to prove it. If he did sleep with
someone else, they would know I had been there first.

“
The
guy has a track record, is all I'm saying.” Vinny shrugged.

“
You
don't know that,” Tanya argued.

“
Hey,
I only know what I've heard.”

“
So
neither of you have any idea who the woman was?” I asked.

“
It
could have been the dean. The description matches,” Vinny said
before taking a sip of his soda.

“
Stop
it. You're gonna freak her out.” Tanya pushed him.

“
It's
a little too late for that,” I said, not knowing whether to
believe Vinny or not. The more time I spent around him, the less I
liked him. He definitely did not get the Chey seal of approval, and I
couldn't wait until his entertainment value for Tanya had run its
course.

“
I'm
being serious. It sounds like she was probably Kim Westerman. She's
the dean of the school, you know?” he told us.

“
I
didn't know,” Tanya admitted. “I don't keep up with that
crap.”

“
How
can you not know the dean of the college you go to?” Vinny
teased her.

“
I
didn't know either,” I said. “I mean, I was told at some
point, and it's not something that struck me as particularly
important to remember.”

“
I
bet you'll remember now,” he joked, making an obnoxious face
before dipping one of his fries in ketchup and chewing it noisily.

Hate this guy.

“
So
how are things aside from that?” Tanya asked.

“
Good,
I think. If all goes well, I'll get my training collar this weekend.”

I expected her to
ask more questions, but her interest died the second Vinny slid his
hand across her inner thigh. From that point on, they were in their
own little world, laughing and joking and cuddling and kissing, and
barely acknowledging my presence. It made me angry . . . and jealous.

Even though I was
certain Damien and I had better sex than them, we didn't share the
same kind of relationship. I didn't get to hold his hand in public,
or go out on dates, or introduce him to my parents. At times like
this, when I was surrounded by normal people in normal situations, it
didn't even seem like we were in a real relationship, more like
something fantastical he had come up with to suit his bizarre needs.
That wasn't true though, and I knew it. There were other Dominants
and submissives out there. But did they act like we did? Did they
hide their relationship from viewing eyes? Some probably did. But
more didn't. It wasn't just the BDSM part of our relationship that
accounted for our queer behavior, but also that fact that he was a
professor, and I was a student. Our relationship was forbidden.
Before I met Damien, I would have thought that was romantic.
Forbidden love had always held an appeal to me. Experiencing it was a
completely different story though. There are few things that suck
more than not being able to be public with the person you love.

Once we had finished
eating, we parted ways, and I headed home, obsessing about my
discontent with everything. Vinny had taken away my sounding board.
Damien was too distant to talk to. My mother couldn't know about our
relationship. There was no one else I felt I could really turn to. I
was beginning to feel very alone.

For some reason, I
had a hard time not masturbating that night. Perhaps it was the
thought of seeing Damien the following day, and the memory of what we
had done in his classroom. Aside from the random woman spoiling our
heated moment, it was like something straight out of a porn. It never
ceased to amuse and amaze me how creative Damien was. We had fucked
on his desk in every position I could imagine, though I was sure that
he hadn't shown me all that could be done with it. The guy was a
sexual MacGyver. That was part of his appeal though. I doubted our
sex life would ever get boring or stale, as I'd heard happened with
so many other relationships.

The next day, I
tried to hit up Tanya for some midday shopping, but Vinny got to her
first. When she asked me if I wanted to hang out with them, it was
easier to say no than I thought. Seeing them together was starting to
get to me on multiple levels. Next time I got Tanya alone, I'd have
to talk to her about us having our own time, not that I thought she
would listen. Hell, if I got her alone, I should probably take
advantage of it and pour out all of my problems, not waste it on
words she wouldn't follow anyway. Hoes before bros, that one.

I called my mom as a
backup plan, but she was at work, so I ended up having to spend the
day alone. Bored and with nothing better to do, I got a headstart on
my laundry and some of the other cleaning, then watching television
until it was time to go to Damien's house.