Her Dirty Professor Series (21+)

Frantically, I kick my feet and flap my arms, but panic rises as nothing happens. My lungs are burning, and I blow bubbles out, pushing off the bottom but only rising a few feet before settling back down where I started.

As I look up, a black figure plunges into the water. Hands reach for me, grabbing my own and pulling me upward until we break the surface and I gasp for air.

“You okay?” Vito’s voice is thick with worry as I nod and spit water, pushing wet hair out of my eyes.

He drags me up onto him, holding me like a clinging child on his hip, his hand under my ass and my arms around his shoulders as he takes the steps up out of the pool onto the patio, both of us soaked and dripping onto the stone below.

With his free hand, he reaches into his drenched suit jacket and to my shock pulls out a gun, pointing it at the bloodied, smiling man still standing on the side of the pool next to the toppled furniture.

“Get the fuck out before your brains ruin my lawn.”

The man raises his hands as blood drips down his nose, his eyes wild. “I’ll tell the boss we had a nice chat. I’ll also tell him you have a new distraction. Something I’m sure he’ll want to know.” He laughs as he turns away.

“Out.” Vito flicks the gun toward the driveway, and we follow the man as he begins to walk toward the front of the house.

Vito holds me until the man’s car exits the driveway and the gates close behind him. His hold on me tightens as he leans his head next to mine and draws a deep breath.

“You okay, Bambina?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I can’t swim, is all.” I calm as he holds me, walking us back toward the house. “What just happened?”

“I’ll explain everything soon. Just for now, I’ve got some business dealings that have become tense. Know I’ll never let anyone hurt you.”

My heart is pounding; the rage and violence Vito unleashed on that man is something I never want to see again. An inner madness leapt out of him like he was possessed, evaporating the man that’s been so gentle and caring toward me.

It reminds me how much I do not know and how I am very likely making some poor life choices getting involved with him.

Vito lowers me to the ground, strips his jacket and puts it around my shoulders, tucking me under his arm as we walk. Despite what just happened and my misgivings, with him next to me I feel safe. I don’t know what’s going on here, how this will all turn out, but I’m just going to follow my feelings for now.

When we get to the house, several workers are wandering outside, drifting our way.

“Too late, guys,” Vito announces. “Show’s over.”

I notice some of them glancing at me, then just as quickly looking away as Vito ushers me into the house, his heavy arm keeping me next to him. We walk in silence up the stairs, and he leads me to a massive bedroom. Then he closes the door behind us, and my belly starts doing backflips.

I open my mouth to speak, but Vito’s lips are on mine. The kiss is demanding, hard, and without apology. I know he wants me. There’s desperation in his touch, and against some of my more practical tendencies, I want to give him what he needs.

“We need to get out of these wet clothes,” he whispers against my lips, and his hands drop down and strip me of the jacket and dress, leaving me standing naked. The cool air of the room raises goose bumps over my flesh.

There’s an enormous bed against one wall, with burgundy velvet pillows and fabric covering it. There’s an entire living room suite in leather and more velvet in the center of the room near a limestone fireplace, and the windows overlook the pool and grounds behind.

I could fit five of my apartment into this one room, and I see shining white marble through a door and imagine the master bath is like a spa rather than the small, functional rooms I’m accustomed to.

He strips off his shirt and tie, leaving him wearing only his trousers, through which I see the shadow of his enormous erection. It makes my pussy tingle.

He backs us up until my rear end hits the soft fabric covering the bed, then he lays me down, pulling me up onto the pillows as he climbs on after me on his knees, his hands moving to spread my legs.

He leans to close his lips around one of my nipples, sucking it hard into his mouth and making me moan as my hands go to his wet hair, holding on tight.

As he sucks and licks, moving from one side to the other, my nipples harden at the touch of his hands, his fingers pinching and squeezing. I arch upward, my moans filling the silence of the room, and close my eyes, pressing my head back into the pillows as he works lower, his hands spreading my legs as wide as they will go.

His damp hair and cool face work their way down my belly until his hot mouth covers my pussy. As he sucks my clit, he slips a finger inside me, and I let the sensations wash over me.

“God, it feels so good.” I rock my hips upward, pushing myself against his ravaging mouth while pulling his head forward, fingers gripping tight in his hair.

“Tastes so good,” he mutters into my sex as he eats me like a starved man.

“Please…” I start to beg, needing more, and his mouth and fingers bring me to the edge before stopping, leaving me breathless. “No… don’t stop…”

“Do you want to come, little girl?” he asks, his single finger still inside me as I clench my muscles around him, trying futilely to make him move.

“Yes,” I whimper, but I look down to see him shake his head.

“Not the right answer, Bambina. What do you say when I ask you a question?”

“Ugh,” I moan. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Better.” His eyes are dark as my legs tremble, my muscles tight and ready to explode. “Do you want me to let you come?”

“Yes, Daddy.” My voice is weak and desperate as the smallest of smiles curves his lips.

“Good girl.” He holds me tight against his mouth, his teeth grating against my clit, and I let my head fall back again as bliss takes over.

It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt. It’s like he’s making love to my soul with his mouth, and before I know it, I’m tumbling into a mind-numbing climax. Wave after wave of my orgasm takes over, the euphoria the only thing I know.

I let myself go, and Vito’s mouth pushes me immediately into another climax until I’m not sure of my name, but I definitely know his.

Then it dawns on me again. I still don’t know his last name…

“Thank you, Daddy,” I whisper, my entire body slack as I wonder what is going to happen from here. “That was…”

“Yes, Bambina, it’s my job to give this to you. Your job is to give yourself to me.”

Vito lies next to me, pulling my body against him, and I sigh.

“Daddy…”

“Yes, baby?”

“I feel like I know you but don’t know you at all.” I yawn. My eyes are barely open. “I don’t know why I’m so tired.”

He strokes my hair, kissing the top of my head. “I’ll tell you everything. But for now, I want you to sleep. I’ll watch over you, Bambina. Just sleep.”

Vito

I LEAN DOWN AND PRESS my face into her blonde hair. The sun is shining through the bedroom window across her sweet face, and my heart leaps.

When she called me Daddy that first time, something exploded inside of me. I’d never thought of being referred to that way before, but when it slipped from Esme’s lips, what I already knew was something beyond special became a once-in-a-lifetime revelation.

She was meant for me, and she has given me something I didn’t even know I needed.

For the last two hours, she’s been sleeping, and I’ve spent the majority of that time just watching her, thoughts of what I want from her making my already rock-hard cock harder, but it’s more than just sex.

There are ways I want to care for her I never considered before. I want to consume her. I’ve never been a jealous man before. No one has ever lit me up like Esme has in the last twenty-four hours.

I settle back in next to her as she stirs. I’ve washed, dried and pressed her dress, and made note that she needs a whole new wardrobe. I plan on making that happen for her as soon as possible.

I’ve put on a new suit, the jacket hanging on a chair next to the bed.

“Hey.” Her sleepy voice drifts to my ears.

“Hey yourself.” I run my fingers down her cheek. “You feeling okay, baby?”

She nods and swallows, throwing an arm around my waist and tucking her head against me. “Yes, I’m sorry, I just got so tired. Who knew orgasms could do that to you?” She looks up and smiles.

“Who knew?”

“What time is it?”

“Time to get up and dressed. I want you to come downstairs and help me make a few more decisions about the renovations. I want it done as soon as possible, so that you can be comfortable here.”

She looks perplexed.

“What?” I ask.

“Well, I keep asking about you. You want me to help you decide things about your house, but I still don’t even know your name. Like, your last name I mean. Or, I don’t know, if you don’t want to give me that, then what’s your favorite Netflix series? That’s important, you know.”

I chuckle. “Yes, very important question. I don’t watch TV. I have one, I just don’t watch it.”Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“Wow.” She looks out the window, shifting the sheet that already only half covers her unbelievable curves, and my cock jerks in my pants. “Okay, I can live with that. Just know I do watch TV, so you may have to make some concessions.”