Professor Cline: Revealed (Professor #1)
J. M. La Rocca
Prologue
Mason
I walked into my condo and took in the familiarity of the room. It wasn’t an overly large space. The foyer opened up into the off-white living room and to the left was a small kitchen. The beige couch had never been sat on and the dishes in the cabinets never used. It was the same condo where I took all my women. I never fucked where I slept, so I’d never take a woman to my house. I didn’t do relationships and I didn’t need any of the complications which came along with them.
Making my way into the living room, I leisurely walked over to the bar and placed my keys, wallet, and phone down. Then I set my suit jacket and tie on one of the barstools before turning to look out at the nighttime view of the city through the expanse of windows on one side of the room.
I could tell she hadn’t been here long because the smell of her still lingered. She had a distinct scent of oranges from the shampoo she used.
Turning around, I locked eyes on the door to the bedroom where I knew she laid waiting. I slowly walked into the room and looked toward the king-sized bed. She was lying in the middle with nothing on, just as instructed. She was such a beautiful sight with her hands above her head, legs spread, and a blindfold around her eyes, exactly how she was supposed to present herself.
I could see her chest rise in a rapid pace, indication she knew I was in there. She flexed and relaxed her hands as the anticipation built. I loved prolonging the anticipation. This was a game to me. My cock was rock-hard and I had a need of my own, but I liked to push my own limits. This wasn’t just about them getting satisfaction, a release, or the best orgasm of their life. This was about control. How I had the power to do as I pleased. It’s what I got off on. This was the one thing I had control over, and I drowned myself in it.
Standing at the foot of the bed, I looked over her body. Her small, plump tits rose and fell with her breaths, nipples standing at attention, and her shear thong was soaked against the lips of her pussy.
My body trembled as need and anticipation seeped through me. This was definitely what I’d needed after my long week. My mask was officially off. When I went into that room, I was the man I tried so hard to hide. But there was no hiding that man in there. I could never let the dominant part of myself go. It was burned into my core, a need which never goes away.
Everything I did in that room dealt with trust. Trust that I knew what I was doing. Trust that I’d know when to stop and that I would never betray my sexual partner. She was not allowed to talk while we were in the room. There was no need for conversation; we were there for one reason only. I’d tried having sex the way most people did, but it just wasn’t good enough for me. It lacked the dominance and control I needed.
Undressing quickly, I climbed onto the bed. I tapped her on the hip and she rolled onto her stomach before getting up on all fours. This was how I fucked. It eliminated any type of need to grab for me; I was the one in control and I wanted to keep it that way. It was easy with her because she’d never asked for explanations as to why I did things that way. If anyone started asking too many questions, our time together would come to an end. I had no desire to explain it, and I didn’t know if I could even if I tried. If they didn’t like it, then I showed them to the door.
Positioning myself behind her, I pushed on her shoulders to lower them onto the bed so her ass was sticking up in the air. She moaned and wiggled in anticipation, so I gave her what she wanted. It felt so fucking good. I knew I was going deep in that position and it probably hurt her in some way, but every time she cried out it fueled my desire.
She quieted for only a moment before letting out a loud yell that turned into a moan as she came, causing me to tilt my head back and groan, releasing my own orgasm.
As I finally came down from my high, the grip I had on her hips loosened and I looked down to where I was holding her. Red marks splayed across her skin and I knew she’d end up with bruises in the morning. I’d taken her harder than I’d anticipated, but she knew to expect it.
I got off the bed and started to put my clothes back on. This was where most of the women got disappointed, but I didn’t cuddle or speak words of praise. It was the only way I did things.
As I was tucking my shirt into my pants, I looked down at her. She was curled into a ball and almost looked asleep.
“Stay as long as you like,” I said softly before walking out of the room to get my things. She would remain in the room until she heard the click from the door closing. Then she’d more than likely take a shower before leaving.
I never stayed.