Emily: Hello Kitten (The ‘Hello’ series)

25. Chapter 25

twenty-five

I stretch out as the sun prickles my eyes, shocked that I still feel like jelly. I squirm, then rub over my face. Opening my eyes, I notice that Adrian’s not in bed with me. I pout slightly, but a moment later, he walks in. He looks me over and strokes along my lower back.

“How do you feel, Kitten?”

“Like I had a full body massage treatment that lasted for hours,” I answer softly.

He smiles and keeps rubbing my back. “There’s coffee in the kitchen. I went on a donut and coffee run for us.”

“So nice,” I sigh.

Adrian gazes at my neck, grins, then kisses my temple. “Take your time getting ready. Yell for me if you need anything.”

I follow his advice, enjoying a hot, luxurious shower with soap that smells like him. But as I lather myself in, I feel something around my neck. I tug on it and try to see it, but it’s too tight. With a quick rinse, I step out and wipe the fog off the mirror.

A necklace?

I blink at it, touch the pendant gently, then tug it. It tightens the chain around my throat to choke me. My skin flushes as I dry and get ready to ask Adrian about it. He must have put it on when I was asleep.

I walk out to the kitchen in one of his shirts with my damp, towel-dried hair flopping against my back.

Adrian watches me with desire glinting in his green eyes. “You look damn good in my T-shirt.”

“I do, don’t I?” I tease and grip the necklace. “What’s this?” I ask.

He grins. “My kitty needed a collar, so I gave you one.”

“To wear all the time?” I ask.

“Yes. I have the key that releases it,” he says brightly.

I shake my head. “It’s like you want us to get caught,” I grumble.

He pulls me onto his lap and kisses my throat. “No one but us will know it’s from me.”

I keep playing with the necklace. I don’t want to think about what would happen if someone put the pieces together. But how would they even know?

Monday morning class came quicker than I thought, but I’m not complaining. Not as I tug on the chain around my neck whenever Adrian meets my eyes and see his eyes sharpen, but we both manage to focus on class. At least for most of the time. While we have quiet reading, my gaze keeps flicking to him, where he sits at his desk.

He looks at his lap, then at me. I tighten the chain until it bites into my throat and let my lips part as my eyes roll back. He grits his teeth and puts his phone on the desk. I ignore mine when it buzzes and focus on the lesson until we pack up.

Behave, Kitten. I have plenty of ways to punish you.

That one text is plenty to tell me that he’s thinking about me too.

I nearly dip into his office the next day after I finish with Dr. Spence, but I manage to control myself enough to only text him that I considered it. He doesn’t answer until I’m in my next class.

God, I just want to make out with him. I want to feel him moan against me, want him to tug the necklace around my neck and say I’m his.

The frustration keeps boiling in me until Thursday. After I have my own office hours, tutoring a few of Dr. Spence’s students, I head out, only to run into a frat guy I flirted with once. Sean.

He looks me over, drinking in my thin sweater that hugs my body tightly and my skinny jeans, and rubs his hands together.

“You know, we’re having a party tomorrow,” he says.

“Yeah, that’s the usual for Fridays,” I agree simply.

“Well, I’m hoping you’ll be there,” he says.

“Me? Not multiple girls?” I ask.

Over his shoulder, I spot Adrian talking with Dr. Spence.

“Come on, Emily. Parties are always better with you around. I still remember the one time we made out during that drinking game. We could play that again,” Sean offers.

Adrian’s eyes narrow on Sean’s back. I toss my dark hair over my shoulder. “I don’t know. I might need more than half-decent kissing to convince me to come. Last time was so boring.”

“Clearly, that’s because you didn’t drink enough. Tell me what you want to drink, and it’ll be there,” Sean says before leaning forward and whispering in my ear. “Especially if you’re drinking it off me.”

Adrian answers Dr. Spence but continues glaring at this interaction. He has to know it’s bound to happen. Teachers will flirt with him. Students will flirt with me. That’s how it goes.

“Come on, Em. I’ll make it worth it. I promise. You won’t leave unsatisfied,” he says, trying to sound sexy but sounding menacing as hell.

I sigh. “I’ll think about it. I can’t promise anything.”

“I promise I’ll make you feel better either way,” he says with a wink. “I could make you feel really good tonight if you—”

“I have an essay to finish tonight,” I say clearly. “The answer is maybe.”

I walk around him and feel Adrian’s gaze on me as I exit the building and text him quickly.

Worried about some frat boy impressing me?

His reply is swift.

Your weekends are mine, remember?

I haven’t forgotten a thing, Sir. The collar around my throat makes it hard. I really wish I could enjoy it while I touch myself.

Touch yourself before you see me. I dare you.

Well if it’s a dare …

Kitten, if you want me to pet you, you'd better behave.

Or you’ll have to come steal me from a party.

It’s a stupid idea to tease him with that, but apparently, a lack of his touch makes me stupid. I nibble my bottom lip, then start making a plan for tomorrow. If he thinks I’m going to sit around and wish I had him without touching myself while he’s fine, he’s got another thing coming.

So, after I finish my essay, I start plotting how to get revenge on my professor without letting on that I’m doing exactly that.

As I get ready for class and my revenge, I get dressed in a pencil skirt and a long-sleeved crop top that drops off my shoulders and shows cleavage. To keep my tits from getting cold, I pull on a heavier topcoat and ease into heeled boots.

Beth compliments my style. “I really love how you’ve been dressing lately. You look so good and confident.”

“Thanks! You’re welcome to raid my closet,” I offer.

“And that’s why we’re besties.” She giggles. “Can you believe midterms are already around the corner?”

“It’s impossible to think of,” I agree.

Then again, that means that we’ll have a little break, then fall break, and then winter break. I want to spend the time off wrapped around Adrian, taking advantage of everything we can enjoy just like we did when we went away for the wedding.

I can’t get my mind off it during class. How easily he owned me. How we were risky in the hallway and elevator. I miss the thrill of almost getting caught. Not that I’ll complain about having sex with him all night in his bed ever .

After class, I see a text saying to pay attention or I’ll give us away. Instead of answering, I walk to Dr. Hayes’ office.

I open the door, then shut it behind me.

“What can I help you with… Emily?” he asks, nearly choking on my name as I lean back against the door. “Emily, we—”

“I just don’t understand why I got an A-minus,” I say, despite knowing exactly where I went wrong.

“Emily,” Adrian says darkly.

I fan myself with my paper, then toss it on the seat in front of his desk. I slide out of my coat, then pull my top down, sure it’s showing more cleavage. “Your office is so hot, Dr. Hayes.”

His jaw tightens as he looks me over. I grab my essay and put it on his desk, showing him the sticky note on top saying I miss having him inside me and his hands on my body and watch as he licks over his bottom lip.

“What are you doing in my office? Do you think I’ll change your grade?”

“I think you’ll go over it with me. In depth. Exploring me—the paper—thoroughly, you know?”

He looks at it, but his eyes flick to my cleavage again. “I didn’t leave enough marks.”

“Are you sure? Where else do you need to put marks?” I ask with a smirk.

“Come around here and let me show you.”

I walk around his desk and edge closer to him until my legs nudge against his knee.

His hand curls under my skirt, then his fingers stroke along the insides of my thighs. “We’ll go over your paper sentence by sentence until you’re satisfied.”

His touch trails higher, brushing over my bare pussy, and I shiver. “I think that’s the kind of dedication I need.”

“Oh, I know it is, Kitten. I’ll teach you how to be good, no matter how long it takes,” he promises.