Chapter 9

"Why are you breaking up with me?" Carl asked anew, shaking his head, "I don't understand. I thought we were good together."

"We were," Natasha replied, keeping herself from rolling her eyes, "Only I discovered a bunch of things about you that made me question our relationship."

Technically, she was not lying. But she was not saying the entire truth either. A part for her felt guilty about the deceit but she was too far gone now to go back. She wanted Daniel way too much for her to remain with her boyfriend, his younger brother.

"What did you discover?" Her soon-to-be ex-boyfriend countered, eyes bulging for some reason, "Don't tell me that man-whore told you about the bribe…"

"What bribe?" She asked, eyes narrowing in suspicion, knowing that by man-whore he meant his brother.

"Never mind," he tried to dismiss the whole matter with a simple wave of his hand. "Forget I said that."

"Definitely not," she responded, eyes spitting fire, "Besides being an impossibly jealous guy and a liar with a violent streak, what the hell did I miss?"

"Nothing," he muttered under his breath, unable to meet her eyes.

"See why I want to break up with you?" She cried out, and felt the stare of the people at Starbucks. Had it been another time, she would have blushed like there was no tomorrow. But she didn't, for she believed she was not in the wrong. Well, not entirelly anyway.

To the hell with what strangers might think!

"Shush," he put his finger against his lips. "Don't be so loud."

"Oh honey, you have not seen loud yet," she retorted in a fake sweet tone that made the guy sitting across her shudder.

"Okay, Okay," he held out his hands in defeat, "I'll tell you."

She cocked an eyebrow in expectation, arms crossed under her chest.

"My parents had to pay in order for me to get into med school," he admitted in a hushed tone, taking on an even quieter voice to say pay.

"What?" She exclaimed, outrage fighting incredulousness in her voice.

"Now, you know," he told her while playing with his hands in a most childish manner.

"You mean now I know something else I didn't know before," she bit out acidly.

He shrugged his shoulders in response, still averting his eyes. "I don't see how that affects our relationship."

Was the guy serious? He sure sounded like he was.

Natasha rolled her eyes at that, and then told him in a final tone, "We're done."

"But…" he started, only to be interrupted by her angry, "No buts, no ifs. We are over." She had let out the last three words very slowly, as if in order to make them reach that thick skull of his.

She shot out of her chair, threw one disgusted look his way and then left, without turning back.

How could she have been fooled by him? She had always had the knack to read people well.

"Looks like I'm out of practice," she muttered to herself as she left Starbucks, and walked towards the bus station.

She would be late to her first lecture of the week, but would not miss the second one for anything or anyone.

She was not dressed to seduce, having worn only white jeans and a black long-sleeved shirt, but her underwear was of the enticing genre.

She could only hope Daniel would appreciate it.

He will, the non-rational side of her deadpanned. And I'm going to enjoy every minute of what he means to do to me.

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"That will be all for today," Daniel announced after only half an hour of the course.

Most of his students had not read the chapter he had told them about in the previous lecture, and had thus decided to teach them something else, and leave that chapter for Thursday.

He had been intent on freeing them earlier than on their schedules anyway. He had a promise to keep after all.

Natasha played the innocent part, gathered her things and walked towards to the exit together with Amanda.

"Miss Daniels," he called out in an even tone, "A word?"

She stopped at that, waved her friend goodbye, and turned to face him, a small smile stretching her lips.

As the last student left, he commanded in a firm tone, "Close the door."

She obliged and felt incredibly hot at the forbidden act that was about to happen on forbidden grounds.

She dropped her things on a desk near the exit, and waited for him say something.

She looked at him and saw him check her out openly. She dampened her lips in expectation.

"Strip," he ordered as he sat nonchalantly on his desk.

She bit her lower lip but started unbuttoning her shirt without hesitation. When she was finished with the shirt, she discarded her jeans, and simply stood there, at about ten feet away from him.

She couldn't tell whether he enjoyed the view or not – for she was too far away to see anything in the depth of his midnight blue eyes – and felt herself blush under his stare.

"When I say strip, I mean of everything," he told her in a rather firm tone as he left the desk and started approaching her.

She gulped down in excitement and did as she was told, as slowly as he was approaching her. Her chest buds were erect, and her entrance was not just moist, but dripping wet.

"Good girl," he let out huskily, as he came to a halt at three feet away from her.

He tilted his head to the side and told her firmly, "On that desk," and when she didn't obey him right away, he added an imperative, "Now!"

She sprung into action and hurried to the indicated desk.

"Legs wide open," he ordered as he turned to face her, eyes gleaming with unmistakable lust.

She felt shy all of a sudden and blushed to her utter and complete horror, but did as she was told yet again.

He closed the distance separating them, and without preamble inserted two fingers into her. She moaned loudly, and a satisfied smirk came to adorn his devilishly handsome face.

"Did you break up with him?" He asked matter-of-factly.

"Yes," she let out on a sigh while looking him straight in the eyes. "This morning."

"Good girl," he told her once again, and then started moving his fingers inside her.

She bit her lower lip in an effort to contain her moans, but was rewarded with him pulling on her hair and bringing her face to two-inches away from his.

"Did I say anything about being quiet?" He asked her, eyes almost black with desire.

"No," she let out, breathless, dying to kiss him, but she knew better than to try that at that specific moment.

"No, what?" He asked, undisturbed.

It was a question she had been waiting for.

"No, sir," she told him huskily, and was rewarded this time around with a soft peck on the lips that soon turned into a sensual gut-wrenching kiss.

When his lips left hers, she whimpered in need.

"Shh," he told her in a soothing tone, "I'll take care of you."

She hungrily watched him as he opened the button of his slacks and then unzipped them. From the size of the bulge that was covered by his boxers, she could tell he was big… and big was good, according to her friends. She had been of those naïve girls who believed in the size-does-not-matter bullshit.

He freed his erection and asked her in a soft tone that was nothing like the commanding one of earlier, "Are you ready?"

She nodded and gripped his shoulders. He removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock.

And that was when the real party began.

He let her adjust to his size for a minute or so, and then began thrusting into her. He began with long, deep thrusts, and she started moaning like there was no tomorrow, feeling on the verge of climaxing already.

He stopped abruptly, and told her in a serious tone, "You do not get to cum until I say so."

She whimpered and then told him, "Yes, sir."

He resumed his work, only this time with fast shallow thrusts, and her eyes rolled over in pleasure. Nevertheless, she tried to hold off her orgasm the best she could.

"Are you on birth control?" He asked out of the blue.

She had trouble making sense of what he asked, and he had to repeat the question.

"Yes, I'm on the pill," she informed him, feeling happy that he was not going to deny her the pleasure of filling her with his cum. There was something insanely satisfying about having him her fill her womb with his seed.

His thrusts turned even faster if that was possible, and he let his hand wander downward to her clit. A gentle pinch and that was all it took for her to start spasming around him.

"Your muscles sure are clenching me hard," he let out in an amused tone. He nibbled on her ear and told her softly, "You can cum now."

They climaxed together, she with a loud moan that he feared might not go unnoticed, and he with a manly groan.

After he slid out of her, he kissed her on the lips while gently wiping her entrance with a handkerchief.

"And that, sweetheart, was your first special lecture," he told her as he laid his forehead against hers.

She hummed in agreement, and felt like she could not move. She told him so.

He chuckled, went to her discarded clothes, and then started dressing her.

She looked at his impeccable shirt and couldn't help but ask, "Can you undress next time?"

He reached for her hand and brought it to his abdomen. She felt the muscles that laid beneath, and could swear she could count his abs.

"You have a six-pack," she croaked, her voice hoarse.

"Yes, I do," he confirmed, "does that turn you on?"

"Yes, even more so than you already do," she admitted, all inhibitions now gone.

He chuckled and let out an amused "Good girl" before rearranging her hair for her.