Chapter 3

Ryker

I watched her stumble to sit, such a clumsy girl. She didn't look at me, instead pulling out her phone to send some type of message. Probably to that punk Adam. I had no right to get upset, yet I could feel anger rising to the surface. "If you would like my mentorship, I would suggest we not be rude," I said sharply sitting at my desk. Her eyes darted up at me and I watched as her breathing increased. I couldn't help but stare at her. She was petite, young, and angelfaced. She had soft features. Plump pouty lips, and big emerald green eyes. Her hair fell around her shoulder like a blonde-colored blanket. I began to imagine wrapping my hands around it to pull her into me and stopped myself. She was innocent, that I could see written all over her beautiful face. "I am sorry Si.. professor." She mumbled. Well, a quick learner at least, as I had told her not to call me sir. I didn't like that name. I would rather a good girl call me daddy, but I doubt she would ever be one of them. I did have an arousing effect on her, but I think she fears it. I stood up walking around my desk to fill in some space between us. When I was hovering above her she looked up at me and swallowed hard. "Now, have you thought about the assignment given to you in class?" I asked as if I hadn't noticed her nervousness. Trying to ignore my urges to feel the softness of her bare skin. When her lips started moving I had to look away. I had never had this strong of a pull toward a woman. I have had plenty of submissives in the past. Honestly, it had been a good while. Maybe it's because, since the closure of my last, I haven't spent any time looking for one. I decided to take a break from that life for a while. When I saw her at the beach glowing in the sunshine, showing too much skin , I wanted her instantly. I have never gone after someone this young before either. She was talking but my need to touch her was distracting me horribly. I looked down at her using my hand to brush a stray hair from her face. My fingers grazed her and I could feel it instantly in my shaft. I had to stop. Walk away from the girl professor I thought. I turned and walked towards my bookcase, grabbing a book about Plato. I walked over handing it to her before walking back to my chair.

"Tell me what you think about the quote you were given?" I asked her, trying to sound like an educator. She looked into my eyes again explaining how Plato was probably referring to the power of a king, or another powerful man. Interesting. Damn, she was smart too. "You are not wrong Iris. I believe he would be talking about some kind of leader of sorts having a certain amount of power, and what he chooses to do with it." I said smirking at her. She looked at me confused. She didn't know why, but I know this quote well. I had it tattooed across my chest. I don't understand why I want her this badly. I have never wanted someone to submit to me more than I do her. I want to see her on her knees, looking up at me. I want to hear the words, "Yes Daddy" out of her beautiful mouth. I wanted to tease her and make her wait when she was late. Spank her when she is mouthy. I want her, but I dont think I can have her. I dont want to cross this line, do I? The Lorcane men always get what they want but sometimes those things cause more trouble than they are worth. My father taught me that. She would glance up at me while she took her notes. Watching me. I think if she were honest with her darkest desires, she would say she wanted me to. She watched me in class. She watched my lips move as I lectured. The other girls will giggle, and blush around me. I always feel they are too young, too eager. They want it too badly. She gave me challanging looks, or maybe she is tempting to me because I can see her fight against her desire. What am I going to do? I watched her lick her finger to flip the pages in my old book. I had to stop watching her. I would try to take her now and lose any chance I have for her to trust me enough. I had to tread lightly here.

People believe men like me are control freaks, maybe. We aren't abusive. My last sub met a man at my gym. She came to me to tell me she was interested in him. I gave her my blessing and have since contributed to her wedding and honeymoon. I dont need to control who they are. I have certain rules, yes, but they are rules to keep them healthy. To make sure they get what they need. I have normal dom rules as well. They are always in control. They accept the rules they are willing to abide by. They give me a word that stops me in my tracks. They are taken care of completely. Every need, and for a while they take care of me. I dont need them to love me. I don't love anyone. It's about pleasure. It's about being raw and open to me and trusting me. It's not about controlling them. I would never hurt this beautiful girl in front of me. Not unless I had written consent. Not unless she likes it. We may be deviants, but we are bad men. Maybe I would try to explain that to her in time. I felt myself smiling at her and turned towards the clock quickly. "Iris?" I said keeping my eyes on my laptop. She looked up at me like a doe caught in headlights. I had brought her out of a deep thought. "I would like to meet you again to go over some things. Would it be weird to invite you to a restaurant instead of this staff office? I can have a car pick you up and bring you to me." I said glancing towards her to gauge her reaction. I watched her hold her breath for a few seconds before releasing it all at once. She ran her hands around her neck and suddenly threw her hair up in a bun before shoving her pencil through it. I had such a hard time trying not to stare at her now exposed neck. Her skin was beautiful, a glow of tan and red covered her like the sun had come down to kiss her. I shifted in my chair suddenly fighting the urge to go to her. "I think that's fine." she finally said quietly.

She went to pick up her things and I saw her face strain some. I jumped up to help her almost out of instinct. "Are you okay Ba.. Iris" I almost called her baby girl, which would have surely scared her off. She looked at me slightly squinting her yes, but brushing it off. "I got a sunburn at the beach. I think I saw you there," she said suddenly going quiet. She saw me staring at her, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I reached into my bag and pulled out a small tube of cream, It was aftercare cream, but she was too innocent to know that. I looked at her and smiled holding up the tube. "Take off your shirt, do you have a tank top under it?" I asked boldly. She nodded her head slowly. "Take off the shirt then." I didn't ask this time holding up the cream so she would see my innocent intentions. She hesitated but did as I asked. I walked closer to her leaving little space between us. I opened the tube and put some on my fingers, "It will sting at first but trust me?" I said as more of a question. She nodded again. I started to rub the cream on her shoulders first slowly rubbing it in. I wanted to have my hand on her as long as I could. I applied more to her other shoulder. I looked up at her before rubbing it on her chest. She looked nervously up at me but nodded again. I ran my fingers across the top of her cleavage slowly from one side to the other. I watched as she breathed deeper each minute I touched her. I knew she was on fire from my touch. She wanted me. I knew that for sure now. I walked behind her standing close enough to breathe on her neck. I applied cream to the back of her neck and the top of her back. Stepped back blowing on it softly. I watched the goosebumps form on her skin. She took a sharp breath in.

That was enough for now, as bad as I wanted to take her, I knew I had to take it a step at a time. I walked away from her and sat back at my desk. She stood there frozen for a moment. "I will email you and let you know what time the car will come to get you sweet Iris," I said startling her. She quickly put her shirt back on, gathered her things, and started to walk out. I let out a long breath I think I was holding while I touched her. She turned back quickly walking to my desk and leaving a small folded paper. Without a word, she walked out the door. I picked up the paper unfolding it.

Iris H. 783-5552

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-IRIS