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I surely hope not. I don’t want my first client on my first night walking out of here unsatisfied, but… he could lose his job. He could—
“Evening,” he says in a tone I don’t recognize. A tone much softer, meeker than the one he uses in class. Calam Andrews isn’t a domineering man, but he is confident when he speaks. Well, in class he is. When he’s a teacher and in charge. But here? We’re in my classroom now, and I’m the one taking charge.
“Perhaps we should sit. Chat a little?” I gesture towards the sofa, and he swallows hard, lifting his chin the slightest bit before nodding and moving to take a seat.
A sly grin crosses my face as I follow him.
I’ve been told the start of the appointment is the most awkward. The part when you need to get things going, especially when you’re dealing with someone who is more submissive. Sure, some people will come in here wanting to get down to business, but other people want more of a story. They want it to be real. They want a show, the experience.
And I am going to give both of these clients all of that, not only because they are paying patrons of The Horsemen, but because they’ve just made me the happiest person on this planet without a single inkling of it.
Would his wife allow this if she knew I’d thought of fucking her husband on many occasions? Would she get up and walk out the door, taking him with her, if she knew I got off to the thought of riding his cock?
Would she make him leave if she knew he was risking his job?
Doesn’t matter, not really. I’ll never know the answer to those questions because she will never know who I am to him. I’m certain Professor Andrews won’t risk his job like that. Clearly, he is a risk taker or he’d have walked out himself. Or he’s just a really good submissive who knows his wife…
Should that thought make me jealous?
It doesn’t.
I don’t want to marry this man, have his babies or anything like that.
I just want his cock.
And I’m about to get it.
ChapterFive
Isit down beside him, turning my body towards him and brushing my knees against his. He’s stiff, staring straight ahead towards the mirror, completely avoiding my gaze.
“Tell me your name?”
I slide my hand over his knee, slipping it to the inside of his thigh and slowly moving it up. The muscles beneath my hand twitch, and his throat works to swallow again before he clears his throat.
“C-Calam.”
“Nice to meet you, Calam,” I say in a sweet, sultry tone. “I’m Vixen.”
I use my nails to drag along his thigh, ending back down near his knee. “You seem a little tense, and we can’t have that, can we?”
He doesn’t respond so I dig my fingers in and he flinches. “Can we, Calam?”
“No. We can’t,” he rasps out.
I get to my feet and move to the side of the couch, tapping on the arm. “Put your back here. Let me give you a little massage, hm?”
Again, he doesn’t speak but he does move into position, like I asked him to. Professor Andrews listens well.
He rests his back against the side of the couch, lifting one foot up and straightening it, while leaving the other flat on the floor.
I place my hands on top of his shoulders and use my thumbs to massage the muscles in his back. He really is tense, I wasn’t lying about that, but it was just a good opportunity to get my hands on him. I move farther down his back, sliding along his shoulder blades and then back up to his shoulders. Leaning down, I move my mouth right beside his ear and whisper as low as I can.
“Relax, Professor Andrews. I won’t tell anyone.”
I bite down on his earlobe gently and he lets out a small groan, his fingers digging into his own thighs. Sliding my hands down over his chest, I start to unbutton his shirt, tugging it out from inside of his pants. “Take it off,” I say a little louder before straightening up and moving to his side. He blinks, staring ahead before taking a deep breath and pulling his shirt off. I try my best to hide my reaction at the many colorful tattoos on his arms that I was not expecting to see. “Well, that is a pleasant surprise,” I mumble under my breath and catch the clench of his jaw, before taking a seat on the coffee table and crossing my legs.
“You must feel much better, yeah?”
