Her Dirty Professor Series (21+)

She blinks and hesitates, then answers, “Yes, Daddy. I understand.”

“Good girl.”

She does as I ask the entire drive to my house, and my cock is raging hard and throbbing when we reach my driveway and I punch in the code for the gate to open.

As it swings, I reach over and pull her hand from between her legs, the shimmering juices there glistening in the sun. I bring her fingers to my mouth, feeding the unrelenting hunger I have for her taste.

I moan while driving the car forward, licking each finger clean, then holding her hand as I park in front and turn off the ignition.

When I look over, she is staring out the window, her red lips open. There are vans and work trucks along the other driveway, and that’s only one reason she is here.

“Do you like it?” I ask, and she slowly turns her head so her eyes meet mine.

“Like it?” She laughs. “Is it real? Pinch me. I think I’m dreaming. Who are you?”

“I’m just a man. But I’m a man who now knows what he wants. And I want you.”

I kiss the back of her hand then exit the vehicle, coming around to help her out and guide her by the waist up the steps and into the house. As soon as we step inside, the sounds of the work going on are all around, and the foreman on the job steps out into the hall to greet us.

“Glad you are here; we need to make some decisions.” He extends his hand, which I take and give him a firm shake. When his eyes drift to Esme and I see them flick up and down her body, heat cascades through me and I want to slam him into the wall.

“This is Esme, and she’s here to help me make those decisions.”

He smiles at her, and my rage increases. “Hi there.” He throws the words at her casually, as though he’s entitled to flirt with her. “Didn’t know you had a daughter.” He licks his lips and my hands ball into fists at my sides.

“Esme.” I turn to her, and she looks at me with wide eyes. “Stay right here. I’ll be right back. I need to have a moment,” I growl at the foreman and nod toward the closed door of my office, then walk over and punch in the keycode, expecting him to follow.

As soon as we’re inside, I turn around and slam the door closed.

“Everything okay?” The foreman seems amused.

But I am not.

“No, everything is not fucking okay. You’re going to listen, and then you are going to tell every person on this job what I’m about to tell you. I don’t want anyone’s eyes on her. If anyone needs to speak to her, they’d better show some goddamn respect. Or else they are going to deal with me-and they don’t want to deal with me. Simple. We clear?”

“Yes, sir,” he answers, his jaw muscles going tight. “I’ll spread the word.”

“Good. I’ll be watching.”

We exit the office, and his eyes are on the floor as he slinks down the hall.

“You’re having a lot of work done.” Esme looks at me, and my pulse races at the thought of having her here with me.

“Yes. And I need you to help me make some decisions. I want your opinion. I want you to like the work. I want you to help pick out all the new fixtures and furniture. Paint colors, pillows, everything.”

She looks at me with confusion. “But why?”

“Because it’s what I want. You said you like to decorate.”

She snorts. “For dollhouses and dorm rooms, not this. Vito, this is too much, what if I get it wrong?”

I shake my head and take her arm. “I trust you. I know you’ll get it right. And besides, you can’t possibly make a mistake because…” I fall silent, afraid if I tell her she’s going to be living here, and that whatever she decides will be as much for her as it is for me, I might scare her away.

Instead, I simply smile and place a kiss on her cheek. “They are working on the first floor now. Then, in a couple of weeks when they are done down here, we will work on upstairs.”

Esme

VITO OPENS THE DOOR to his office and sets my purse inside before wrapping his arm around my waist to guide me through his house.

House… it’s a palace.

The double staircase inside the front entry is like something out of a movie. The floors are all marble, and the ceilings are so high even my breath echoes. As we pass through a long hall I spot a pool out back that looks big enough to host the Olympics, and if all the grounds I see out there belong to the house, then some countries would be jealous of the amount of land he owns.

As we walk by the workers, I’m aware that I’m not wearing any undergarments, but as soon as we approach, they either look back at what they are doing, or if Vito talks to them, they look directly at him.

He asks me for my opinion on different colors and styles for each room we enter, and I feel so special. Like my opinion really matters to him. Part of me still feels like this must be a dream.

Vito’s mouth between my legs earlier, making me scream, also feels like a dream. Then it was his teeth and the whole Daddy thing. Ripples of pleasure tremble through me even now at the thought, and I wonder what exactly this is.

He could have a hundred women, for all I know. Babies. Or even a wife. Who knows? I know nothing about him… but my cheeks still burn at the thought of what he did to me just hours ago.

“Excuse me.” The same man who met us in the hall comes into the massive kitchen, where a group of workers are taking down what looks like perfectly good cabinets.

The man doesn’t look at me and seems nervous when he continues. “Sorry, boss, I have a question about the contract and payment you made… I’ve got a copy of it over here, I just need to be sure I’m understanding everything you emailed over.”

I look over to see some papers spread over a long kitchen table. Vito looks at me, and I give him a little shrug. “That’s fine. I want to go see the pool if that’s okay?”

“Of course.” He leans down and kisses my cheek. “I’ll be right out.”

I stroll through the kitchen and onto the stone patio outside the expanse of sliding glass doors, then head toward the enormous swimming pool surrounded by manicured shrubs and flowering planters. I love the water but never learned to swim, so what I feel is a combination of fascination and fear.

I glance around to see Vito through the window with some papers in hand and the foreman pointing at things as they both talk.

When I turn back around, I yelp out a little scream of shock to find a man standing right in front of me, smiling.

Or smirking.

“And who might you be?” He doesn’t look like a worker. He’s wearing a suit, and there’s something about his manner that immediately sets me on edge. “I’m Esme.” I swallow hard and take a step back as he steps forward.

He grips his nose on a sniff, grinning. “And what is an Esme doing here?” He licks his lips and eyes me up and down as I take another step backward, wrapping my arms around my chest as he looks directly at my boobs.

“I don’t think that’s your business,” I snap back, drawing my brows together.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Oh?” He raises his eyebrows. “That’s what’s wrong with this situation, you’re thinking. Dangerous business, thinking, especially for little girls.”

He reaches out to touch my hair when I hear footsteps from behind.

Before I can spin around, Vito has his hand around my waist, pushing me behind him.

“How the fuck did you get in here?” Vito growls, and the man smiles.

“Just a friendly visit. Concerned when you re-scheduled our meeting.”

“Our meeting? I wasn’t meeting with you, asshole. Your boss knows you’re here?”

The man grins, showing yellowing teeth. “You know, the workers are a bit careless about buzzing people through your gate. I’ve had a nice look around.” He leans around Vito to glance at me, then back at Vito. “Could be dangerous. Especially with some prime pussy like her wandering around unattended.”

A split second later, arms are swinging, and a patio table goes crashing into the pool. I yelp and step back, my hands flying to cover my mouth as Vito swings and connects with the man’s face, then again and again, knocking him back so he’s barely able to stay on his feet and blood starts to pour from his lip and nose.

The violence comes out of him like a force of nature.

“Watch your fucking mouth,” Vito seethes as the man wipes the blood with the back of his arm, impossibly still smiling despite the beating he just took.

“And you’d better watch your manners.” He glances at me again. “Seems you have a new soft spot. Maybe not such a good idea.”

Vito lunges forward, but the man sidesteps, spinning around closer to me as Vito’s arm snaps outward, grabbing him by the shoulder and cocking back.

The man does the same.

Next thing I know, an elbow slams into my shoulder, knocking me off balance. I see Vito’s eyes on me, madness flickering, and I flail but can’t hold myself upright.

There’s a splash, and cool water takes my breath away. Everything is happening so fast. I move my arms and legs, trying to stay above the surface but failing. I’m drifting down under the water, sinking. My feet hit the bottom of the deep end of the pool, and I look up with wavy vision through the water, the surface so far away.