Tangled with the Professor (Bringing Home Trouble)

Chapter 3

Mark

I look at the small vase of flowers I bought for Isabelle’s office. Are they too much? Not enough? They’re her favorite, bright pink dahlias, though she’s never actually told me as much. I can just tell by the way her eyes light up every time we pass them in the window of the florist on our way back from coffee meetings.

Yes, the crystal vase and cheerful blooms should put a smile on her face and that puts a smile on mine. If there’s one thing I can say for myself it’s that I never half ass anything. Not my job, my hobbies, or this—whatever this is—with Isabelle. Though we just kissed yesterday, I can’t help but want to make her feel special, and show her that it wasn’t a one time thing or a mistake. Over the last few weeks of working with her, she’s shown herself to be the woman of my dreams.

? She’s so fantastic, beautiful, smart, and capable that every moment we spend apart feels like an eternity. I find myself fantasizing about her, about us, constantly.

Isabelle belongs to me and me alone, even if she doesn’t know it yet. And there’s so much I want to do with her, so much that I’ve never wanted to experience with any other woman I’ve gotten entangled with before. Not just show her the world, but the deepest, and yes, darkest parts of me.

I settle back in my chair, and fantasies begin to run wild. Images of Isabelle coming into my office and locking the door behind her, an eager, shy smile on her face. I give her a command and as usual, she says, ‘Yes, Professor.’

But in my fantasy, I say, ‘Not Professor. Daddy.’

Her cheeks flame the way they always do, driving me wild to know she’s heating up for me. I get up and go to her side, press her against the bookshelf, my hand running up her thigh and under her skirt. My fingers pause at the edge of her panties as she writhes closer to me with her hot little body. Will she say it? Beg for more?

‘Yes, Daddy, please touch me.’

My eyes slam open at the sound of her real life footsteps in the hall outside. My cock is pressing hard against my pants from my imagination running wild. Is today the day I make it a reality? Make her my little girl?

She scurries, seeming more harried than usual. She’s particularly pretty today, in a pale blue blouse that’s primly buttoned all the way to the top, since she knows I like to slowly reveal her creamy skin one button at a time.

“Shut the door,” I instruct her, half rising from my seat, out of my mind to get my hands on her. She closes the door and locks it behind her. “Good girl,” I say, my cock jumping.

Her cheeks flame but I realize she’s not on the same wavelength as me at all. She’s clearly upset and I instantly sit back down, my mood changing at once at the sight of the worry in her eyes.

“What’s wrong?” I ask and she relaxes a little.

There’s still tension in her shoulders as she tries to pretend it’s nothing, and I press her, knowing that there’s something bothering her.

“I just got off the phone with my parents,” she sighs, sliding into the chair across from my desk. “They’re getting pushy about me coming home after exams.”

“You’re not excited to go home for the holidays?” I ask, thinking grimly about that time without her. Time we could be making scorching hot memories together.

“Normally I would be, but my cousin just got married and is on her honeymoon and my mom has wedding fever. She’s been bugging me about dating and starting to think I’m never going to give her grandkids so I broke down and told her I’m seeing someone.”

She gets it all out in a rush and looks sheepishly at her hands before glancing back up at me.

“And?” I urge her to continue since she’s clearly bursting.

“And then she asked me if I would be bringing him home for the holidays and I felt like she would think I was making him up if I said no, so I said yes. And now I don’t know what to do or who the hell I’m going to bring home with me for Christmas,” she lets it all out in one gust of air.

I get up and rush around, pulling her off the chair and into my arms to cut off her anxious rambling. Though this thing between us is still so new, she leans into me as if I’m a source of comfort for her and that makes me want her even more. “I’ll go with you,” I say, running my hand through her hair and down her back. She pulls back and looks up at me, blue eyes filled with shock.

“You… you don’t have to do that. You’re my boss and we’ve only kissed once, you don’t owe me anything.”

“I want to help you, Isabelle. Let me take this burden off of you,” I pull her back around the desk and onto the couch I keep in my office for when I need rest between experiments. Thank god it finally has another use.

“Now you don’t have to worry about your parents thinking you’re still single,” I say as I hover over her, reaching for the lacy edge of her bra. “And I can’t wait to meet them.”

“But, how are we going to convince them we’re actually together?” she says, her body freezing undermine.

“We’ll act like we have been—working together, but getting to know each other much more…intimately,” I say, licking along the swell of her ripe tits.

“You’d really be saving me, I don’t know how I could ever pay you back,” she says, but when I snap open her bra and take a pink nipple in my mouth, her argument turns to a moan.

“I’ll show you the first way,” I tell her. “And so much more, right now.”

I can tell she’s still hesitant about me going home with her for the holidays but as I work my way down her body to plunge my face between her thighs, she seems to forget about anything but how wet I’m making her sweet little pussy.

“Yes,” she murmurs, hands in my hair. “That’s perfect.”

I lick her hungrily and push my tongue deep into her slick heat. Soon she has to bury her face in the cushion to keep from screaming.

“So wet for me, little girl,” I tell her, lapping at her clit as she climaxes. I love how easily she comes for me.

She nods, too lost in the pleasure I’m giving her to speak, and I keep going until she’s limp on the couch, her legs spread wide and her chest rising and falling with each labored breath.

She finally comes to her senses a bit and slowly pulls her blouse together, a hint of worry back in her eyes.

“Did you actually say you’re coming home with me for the break?” she asks.

I grin at her and kiss her, smearing her juices on her lips. “I did, and just like this, it’s going to be perfect.”