Chapter Thirteen

Odette

M onday mornings were the bane of my existence (besides Charles). The weekend was long gone, leaving love bites on my neck and memories of faint red ink on my skin.

Despite the crisp bite of winter air, I had an iced coffee in hand as I walked from my car to my first class of the day. Thermodynamics wasn’t my favorite subject, but knowing the skills was an absolute necessity for my future career. I found it interesting, and that intrigue made it easy to follow the lessons, which I was grateful for.

My classes usually flew by in a blur. I didn’t have friends to chat with during lectures, so all my focus was on whatever the Professorwas saying. Of course, Anna was my closest friend until I met Reesia. Anna graduated last year, so I rarely see her outside of volleyball games and practices, which were seldom.

My lack of friendships always made me think something was wrong with me. Did I have a resting bitch face? Was I unapproachable? Was I too awkward? Until recently, after spending time with my professors, I realized it came down to one thing. Complete and utter shyness. There was nothing wrong with me. People didn’t talk to me because I didn’t speak to them. It was a vicious cycle that only I could break.

That was why I was so shocked when I had a small yet unusual amount of attention as I walked through the halls. A few peers congratulated me on my winning spike, and others gave me a friendly smile. With people staring, I was just glad I was able to cover up the purple marks on my neck.

It was a small win for me, but the friendliness made my morning.

My professors all left early this morning, just after I went downstairs. They greeted me but then had to be off to work. This allowed me to dress Cat in a lovely pink sweater. He looked adorable, and I knew Aiden would probably have a conniption when he saw it.

Sitting down in thermodynamics class, I continued plotting. Last night, I tossed and turned, partly from nervousness and partly from excitement. Niko had made a thrilling point; they were being teased just as much as I was. The only difference was that I getting off.

I’d been rather selfish in that category, so it was time to repay them. They’d definitely gotten attitudes as their frustration built. The devil on my shoulder wanted to see how long they could last before giving in, but the angel wanted to see them at their most vulnerable. I was desperate to see each of them with their eyes closed, moaning in pleasure. More importantly, I wanted to be the reason they were getting off.

I had a feeling that whatever I did to them, whether I used my hands or mouth, they’d probably return the favor. Unfortunately for me, my pollution factory was closing for a week soon due to an oil leak. The PMS had started, and I think it would be best for everyone in the house to have a clean slate and be in a good mood. Admittedly, I became very irritable and emotional, which was unlike me.

Shark week, for me, was more like megalodon week.

To set my plan in motion, I initiated phase one. The sext. My target? Aiden.

I already spent hours mulling over what to send. Strangely enough, the answer came to me in my dreams. A very realistic sex dream, to be specific.

Odette: I had a dream about you last night.

I knew he was teaching, so I didn’t expect his reply within minutes.

Aiden: Oh really? Care to share?

I could practically hear the tease in his words; I knew he’d be smirking while speaking. This was where I started feeling stuck. I knew how to start it but didn’t think I’d make it this far.

I peeked up at the Professorlecturing before looking down at my dim screen. I was in the back of the class, and the corner was slightly dark, drawing no attention to myself.

Odette: You’re teaching, I wouldn’t want to distract you.

Aiden: Distract me.

Odette: It had something to do with my mouth.

Aiden: Were we having a conversation, Odette?

Odette: No.

Aiden: What were you doing with your mouth?

Odette: Letting you use it.

My nerves were on edge with the risky text, and I watched as he typed, then deleted his message a few times. Minutes went by before my phone buzzed.

Aiden: Third-floor faculty break room. Now.

My blood ran hot. Abort mission! Plan failed successfully? This was supposed to tease him until we got home! I wasn’t planning on doing anything while at school!

Excitement and nervousness raced through my veins. I slowly placed my notes in my bag before quietly excusing myself from the lesson.

Trying not to let my eagerness show, I walked casually through the halls. Not that anyone was around to see, better yet, suspect anything. If anyone passed by, I’d look like any other student going to class.

My heart raced as I opened the professor’s break room door. Like many others, I’d never been in here before. The room was large, painted dark blue, with a sofa and a couple of lunch tables. There was also a fridge, kitchen, and bathroom.

Aiden was nowhere in sight, making me more nervous. How would I explain myself if another Professor walked in?

Just as the thought entered and attempted to overwork my mind, the door opened behind me. “Did you think you were safe because we’re at the university?” I heard Aiden’s deep voice behind me. I turned to look at him as he closed the door and locked it. He began to stalk towards me, “Let this be a lesson to you, Babydoll. If you fuck with me, it won’t end in your favor. I’m not above pulling you into a closet, changing room, or an empty room,” he threatened. His hand held the side of my neck as he peered down at me, “I’ll use you wherever and whenever I want,” he promised. “Am I clear?” His lips were close to mine as he tilted his head.

My eyelids fluttered, ready for him to kiss me. I nodded absentmindedly, engrossed in the tease of his lips so close to mine. The threat should have been a red flag, but I couldn’t hide my excitement.

He wasted no time as he slipped my bag off my shoulder; it fell to the ground with a thud. His hand held mine as he placed it over the tent in his slacks. “I left a class full of 80 students to read two chapters in my absence while I come deal with you.” I fidgeted under his stare, shrinking at the intensity in his tone. “I don’t have the time nor patience to be gentle with you,” he deadpanned.

“I was bored,” I said innocently. “I hope the chapters are long.” I slowly began palming him through his pants. I was going to take my time with this. They’d been teasing me for weeks; I was going to enjoy watching him.

Aiden’s eyes hardened as he raised an eyebrow at me. “Don’t fuck with me, Babydoll,” he warned. “Get on your knees,” he ordered.

With every nerve in my body on edge, I sank to my knees in front of him. The skirt I wore rode up, allowing my ass to peak out at the bottom. My hands moved from the tent to his button, swiftly unbuttoning and unzipping his pants.

“What if someone comes in?” I questioned, letting my nerves show.

He cocked an eyebrow at me, as if he couldn’t care less. “Then we’re going to be in a lot of trouble.” It was clear that Aiden wasn’t in the joking mood. I’d accidentally (entirely on purpose) provoked him.

It was a strange mixture of horror and excitement, both fearful and adrenalized at the idea of getting caught. I wrapped my hands around the waistband of his boxers, slowly pulling them down. His dick sprang up, slapping him in the torso once it was freed. He was large and dark red with need. My mouth watered at the sight of him, and I fought the moan that wanted to escape.

I was no expert, but it was very obvious that Aiden had been having a hard time, to say the least. His dick was veiny, and he had a drop of pre-cum leaking from his tip. It looked sensitive, and it made me that much more eager.

My gaze shifted between him and his dick as I wrapped my hand around him, immediately fascinated with the heat and pulsing of it. I kept my eyes locked on his face as I slowly licked him from the base to the tip. A mixture of sweet and salty settled on my tongue as I collected the droplets of cum that escaped.

His lips were slightly parted as he watched me. “Don’t be shy; show me what you did in your dream,” he encouraged.

My underwear was soaked as I took him into my mouth. He was big, and the corners of my mouth stretched as I pushed him as far back as I could without gagging.

His eyes rolled back as he sucked in a sharp breath, “Fuck,” he moaned. His hand tangled in my hair as he looked down at me.

Unable to take my eyes off him, I bobbed my head. Every time I pulled away, I gave his tip a lick, swirling my tongue around him before going back down.

My hand was wrapped around whatever length I couldn’t fit in my mouth, jerking him off. Just as I’d loved watching Dominic get off, I loved watching Aiden, too. The way his eyebrows scrunched, the short breaths he took, the way he kept biting his bottom lip... I wanted it all.

“That feels so good, Baby,” he moaned. “You’re doing so good for me,” he said through his teeth, trying to keep quiet. A few feet away, outside the door, the hall was pitch quiet, and we didn’t want anyone overhearing.

I moaned at his praise, taking him deeper into my mouth and jerking my hand faster. His tip was hitting the back of my throat, and all thoughts of gagging were long gone as I watched him.

The hand holding my hair started pushing me onto him, making me go faster. “That’s it,” he moaned. “Fuck, you look so pretty with your lips around me.”

Truth be told, they’d never made me feel like I was less than gorgeous. There wasn’t a day that I questioned my appearance or my body around them. They somehow never let my own mind get to me. I was constantly reminded that I was beautiful through words or actions.

The tip of his dick hit the back of my throat, making my eyes water. There wasn’t an ounce of me that wanted this to end; I loved watching him.

Even as he became more aggressive, pushing himself further down my throat, I could only stare in awe. His desperation to get off only encouraged me. Every part of me craved him. Each time he pushed my head down, each tug of my hair, each moan, it was all mine.

After several minutes, his eyes met my glossy ones, and I saw a flicker of something I hadn’t seen before. Vulnerability. A faint memory of Aiden with a cigarette between his lips flashed through my thoughts. The memory was lost in my drunkness until just now, the identical expression reminding me.

The memory was a blur, and I was too zoned in on Aiden’s twisted expression of pleasure to care. I moaned as best I could with him in my mouth, basking in the satisfaction of his approving gaze.

“You’re such a good girl,” he muttered. “Fuck, I’m going to cum in that wet mouth,” he moaned. My head was jerked back, forcing me to look up at him as I continued to suck. “Is that what you want, Babydoll? Do you want your Professor to cum down your tight little throat? Hmm?” His tone had a slight growl to it as he neared his release.

My nod was almost unnoticeable as he held my hair tightly. I moaned and sucked harder, giving my approval. I wanted nothing more than for him to use my mouth as he pleased. I’d already had a taste of his cum, and wouldn’t mind a mouthful of it.

Between my legs, I was absolutely drenched. Watching him was enough to make me a moaning mess without him touching me once. It was pathetic but not unexpected.

I felt him twitch in my mouth before he let out a string of quiet moans. I wrapped my lips around his tip, continuing to jerk him off as I lapped at him. I didn’t look away as strings of cum shot onto my tongue. “Fuck!” He hissed, jerking his hips as he came.

It was a breathtaking sight—not only because I physically couldn’t breathe. A strange sense of fulfillment overtook me, his eyebrows knitted together in ecstasy. The angel on my shoulder was doing a happy dance, satisfied that I was able to make him feel good. The devil was smirking, urging me to keep licking until his thighs shook.

Aiden released my hair, gently running his fingers through the strands as he watched me.

I swallowed, teasingly tilting my head up at him. A single drop began to fall down my bottom lip. I was quick to catch it with the pad of my thumb. To show him how much I enjoyed him, I wrapped my lips around my thumb and sucked the liquid until my thumb was clean.

His hand stilled in my hair, and his eyes narrowed. Aiden clearly took the gesture as a challenge, and I was quickly pulled up. In a second flat, Aiden had me sitting on a table, legs spread, with his dick pressed against the outside of my underwear.

Salt and pepper shakers fell over, and the table screeched as it moved inches back from the force.

My chest was rising and falling rapidly at the chance of pace. He was close in every way possible. His lips were centimeters away from mine, and his forehead rested against mine. “I want to be inside you so bad it hurts,” he admitted in a whisper.

In a swift movement, he pushed my underwear to the side, leaving me bare. He positioned his dick at my entrance, and I shivered. “You’re so fucking wet, my cock would slide in so easily...” he tempted.

Every part of me was on fire with anticipation. This was it. There was no hesitation in his tone, no hint that he was teasing me. From the dark, desperate look he wore, I could tell me was going to fuck me.

I was beyond ready, my approval written all over my expression as I waited for him to push into me.

Holding the base of his dick, he teased my hole, rubbing the tip of it up and down my slit. He caught my lips in a desperate, intimate kiss. “I’m sorry, I can’t wait anymore,” he whispered, as if he’d been deprived.

My hands rested behind me, holding my body up. “Then don’t,” I encouraged. I was arguably more desperate and eager than any of them. They’d all had sex before; I hadn’t. I felt like I was missing out. Time and place didn’t matter to me; what mattered was that it was with someone who cared about me. I wanted it to be real, raw, and as spontaneous as this was. I wanted passion.

His eyes were calculating while he watched me, looking for any signs of indifference. When he found none, he slowly pushed his hips forward. I bit my lip, keeping my eyes locked with his. I sucked in a sharp breath as I felt his tip go just past my lips, not even an inch into me.

Aiden closed his eyes, halting all movement. Even with his eyes hidden, I could see the turmoil in his expression. “Aiden?” I whispered, touching his arm.

He rested his head against my shoulder, obviously battling with himself. “I can’t.”

I looked between us, seeing that he was rock hard, even after I blew him. “I think you can,” I assured, keeping my tone light.

He lifted his head, giving me a charming grin. “Oh, I can. Believe me, I would fuck your brains out right now,” he glanced down before he pulled away from me.

I whimpered as he did, my hopes of today being the day long gone. “I’m not stopping you,” I whined.

“You’re not just mine, Babydoll. As much as we might want to, I can’t.” He pulled up his pants and buttoned them, his dick still hard.

I adjusted my underwear, covering myself again as I stood. I looked up at him, “How long do you think you’re all going to last? A few more days at most?” I pointed.

His jaw flexed as he clenched his teeth. “We can keep this up for months, love,” he assured, but I knew it was a lie.

I gave him a soft, eerie smile. Standing on my toes, I placed a small kiss on his lips, “You clench your jaw when you lie,” I played his game.

Deciding I needed to leave before I showed my desperation any more than I already had, I grabbed my bag off the floor. My heels clicked as I walked to the door. I turned, just before I turned the handle, “See you at home!” I said in a cheery tone, more jovial than he was expecting.

I knew he’d have to wait for his boner to die down before leaving that room. I hoped it would give him time to consider how this teasing benefited no one. With any luck, he’d tell the others how close he was to giving in, and they’d agree that the teasing should end.

It was nearing three o’clock after four classes and an hour of studying. I’d gotten several assignments done but found myself lacking focus. My earlier tutoring session with Aiden had lingering effects. A constant replay of the morning’s events repeatedly played in my mind. Every time I thought about his dick in my mouth, arousal flooded me.

I was finished for the day and ready to go home. However, my professors wouldn’t be home until after five, so I felt a strange sense of impatience. That impatience led me to the school website and professors’ office hours.

Lucky for me, Wyatt was free for the next hour. He had office hours from three to four on Mondays and Fridays.

I didn’t know what I had planned, but I found myself standing outside his office. With my hand balled in a fist, I knocked on his door thrice, hoping there wouldn’t be another student in there to occupy his time.

“Come in,” Wyatt called from the other side of the door.

Turning the handle, I slowly stepped inside his office. The room was dimly lit; a few lamps illuminated the room. The overhead lights were off, and his windows were closed. It was neat and tidy, with books on every shelf.

Wyatt was sitting at his desk with what seemed like a hundred papers messily sprawled out across it. He looked distracted as he glanced up at me before looking back down. “What can I—” his inquiry was shut down quickly as he looked back up at me, worry written across his eyebrows. “Odette, is everything okay?”

I closed the door behind me and smiled at him. “Everything’s fine,” I assured. I lingered by his door, trying to think of a good excuse besides, I just wanted to see you. “I’m about to go home. I was going to make dinner since you all work late. Any requests?”

He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. A playful smile crossed his lips. “What can you make?” He teased.

Ouch . I laughed, trekking further into the room. I walked to his side of the desk and leaned against the corner. “Cereal, pasta—as long as the sauce comes in a jar—sandwiches...” My eyes wondered as I reconsidered my diet over the past few years at college. “And probably chopped vegetables with some kind of dipping sauce.”

Wyatt’s hearty laugh was music to my ears. “Very balanced,” he said, gently shaking his head. “We’ll like whatever you make, Baby.”

“That’s awfully brave of you,” I teased.

He barely spared a glance at his closed door before he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me into his lap. My legs were dangling over the armrest of his chair, and my arms instinctually wrapped around his shoulders for support. “Even if we didn’t like your cooking, we would still eat it with a smile.”

“Liars,” I widened my eyes with false shock.

“A white lie at the expense of your feelings,” he assured with a toothy smile. His finger drew small patterns on my thigh as he spoke. “My mama always said there are three things a woman never wants to hear: Comments on her gift wrapping, her appetite, and criticism on her cooking.”

“I’m guessing you’re as close with your mom as you are with your dad?” I assumed.

“As much as it pains me as an adult to admit, they’re my closest friends.” He shrugged, “Besides Aiden and Dominic.”

I flicked his shoulder. “And...”

“Niko’s okay, too,” he joked.

“I envy that,” I confessed with a smile. People like Wyatt, who had good relationships with their family and a few close friends, didn’t know how lucky they were.

“You’ve never mentioned your mom,” Wyatt pried gently.

With a shrug, I pressed my lips together in thought. “There’s nothing to tell. Whoever she is, she was never in the picture. Of course, there are rumors that she was a Vegas hooker. Other rumors said that she was just a normal woman. Charles mentioned her a few times, just saying that they no longer have contact, and she wanted nothing to do with being a mom,” I explained.

“A Vegas hooker?” He repeated. There was no judgment in his tone; it was pure curiosity.

“Before Charles worked his magic to get that out of the media, I remember being little, and one of my friends telling me that their dad read that in a newspaper,” I recalled. Of course, I had no idea what a hooker even was, and Charles was furious that I had even used the word.

Wyatt listened intently, hanging on to every word I said. “You don’t seem sad that you never knew your mom,” he observed.

I smiled. “I’m not sad. Whoever she was, she escaped. Charles has been married countless times; I think he’s on wife number eleven or twelve? Each of those women and their children (if they had any) realized how horrible he was. None of his marriages lasted more than two years. I’ve always envied them because they were able to get away from him. As his only biological child—and believe me, he had me tested several times—I’m stuck.”

It was quiet for several seconds as Wyatt looked at me. I could see the pity hiding behind his eyes, but he was making a great effort not to let it show. Just as I began to feel uncomfortable with the amount I’d shared, he gave me a gentle smile. “At least you’ve got a big family?”

I nodded, “I liked wife number four and wife number six a lot. They still text me every now and then, but they stay away for the most part now, with their own lives.”

I also had an outrageous number of step-siblings, ranging from all ages. When I was in elementary school, I always got along with them because I always had someone to play with. But then, as middle school and high school rolled around, whenever I would get a step-sibling, there was an obvious disdain for me. Charles never attempted to hide that he favored me over everyone else in the house. As a teenager, I would hate me too if my mom married someone like that.

“Thank you for sharing that with me,” he said just above a whisper. It was no secret that I didn’t like talking about myself, much less anything related to Charles and my upbringing. Wyatt took a breath. “How about pasta for dinner?” he suggested. I was thankful for the subject change.

“Food poisoning coming right up!” I giggled.

With a smirk, he rolled his eyes, making my stomach twist at the combination. I was suddenly reminded that I was on his lap and that he was drool-worthy. “You’ve already poisoned me,” he murmured while twirling a piece of my hair.

His words had a deeper meaning, which I wasn’t ready to acknowledge. A thickness built between us as we both seem to remember the closeness of our bodies. Without saying a word, both of us began to smile. His hand moved up my hair until he held the side of my face, pulling me to him.

The calmness in the room made me melt into his arms as he kissed me. His office was cozy, warm, and smelled just like he did. For a moment, I’d forgotten we weren’t at home.

Four loud knocks on the door quickly brought me back to reality. I was off his lap in a second flat, panicking as a blush engulfed my skin. “Fuck, what do we do?!” I whispered.

Wyatt looked collected as he rolled his chair away from his desk. “Don’t hit your head,” he gestured for me to hide.

I nodded, grateful for his quick thinking. His desk was large and spacious, and so was the space under his desk. Despite his caution, I hit my head on his desk as I crawled under it. I hissed, rubbing the sore spot.

“Of course...” Wyatt sighed, shaking his head at my clumsiness.

I settled myself, taking my bag off my shoulder just to be sure I wouldn’t make any noise accidentally. My heart was racing, and I prayed to God that whoever was about to come in suspected nothing.

Wyatt pressed a button on a remote, and quiet music started playing from a radio on a distant shelf. The music would cover up my erratic breathing and whatever shuffling sounds I might make. Wyatt gave me a pointed look. “Are you okay?” He gestured to my head. I nodded; it was just a small bump. “Behave yourself,” he warned before pulling his chair in and boxing me under his desk.

“Come in,” he called, no sign of nervousness in his tone.

The door opened, and heavy footsteps entered the room. “Hi, Mr. Wright,” a man’s voice spoke. He sounded very nasally and, for lack of better words, dumb. “I just had some questions about the assignment, if that’s okay?”

“Of course, have a seat,” Wyatt’s voice was inviting and kind. “What are you stumped on?” He prompted.

The two of them began talking, and I zoned out. I’d already passed Wyatt’s classes twice and had no interest in literature. I did admire how much effort Wyatt put into explaining the research paper to his student. It was clear that he wanted his students to succeed, no matter how difficult his classes were.

More than five minutes had passed, and they were nowhere near done. The student was just as incompetent as his voice painted him to be. I could never be a teacher; I’d be too frustrated by now.

In my boredom, I eyed Wyatt’s groin. His legs were spread open, letting the devil on my shoulder win. I quietly shifted my body, resting on my knees and my toes with my heels on my ass.

His body tensed as I ran my hand up his thigh. I could only see up to Wyatt’s torso, robbing me of his expression. I smirked, biting my lip as he hardened against his thigh.

Why should I waste an opportunity when it’s right in front of me? I’d be quiet, and Wyatt would have to keep his composure.

I ran my hand over the bulge in his pants, the seam giving it a ribbed texture. His thighs tensed, and there was a brief pause in his speech before he continued.

I was having too much fun, toying with him through his pants as he attempted to stay quiet. Any scolding I might earn because of this would be worth it.

Slowly and carefully, to stay quiet, I began undoing his button and zipper. Luckily, I didn’t struggle against his pants much as I gained access to his boxers. Adrenaline washed over me as I gently pulled them down—just enough so I could pull his dick out.

Wyatt cleared his throat, “Excuse me, I uh...” he struggled to remember where they left off, and I smirked. “You’re using a metaphor here when it should be irony.”

Reaching into his boxers, I grabbed his dick, feeling something cold, like a zipper or possibly a button. Ignoring whatever else I touched, I pulled him up and out of his boxers. My mouth dropped open at the length of him. Dominic had been girthy, Aiden was a mixture of both, but Wyatt was long , and I pitied my throat for what I was about to put it through.

Something shiny close to the underside of his dick caught my eye. I lifted him up to inspect and was quickly dumbfounded. I covered my mouth to stop the gasp that almost escaped. My eyes rounded as I stared at the ten gold piercings that laddered up his dick.

Wyatt. Wright. Never in my wildest imagination did I ever think anyone would have something like this, let alone gentle, kind Wyatt. Hyde was the only explanation.

Was this why he’d been using his hands for everything? Since I’d known him, he never attempted to even grind up against me, while the others definitely weren’t shy about it. I hoped he wasn’t worried I’d think any less of him for his... accessories.

To show him that I didn’t mind and I actually thought it was hot, I wrapped my hand around him. From his base to his tip, I licked him, my tongue feeling the ridges of his piercings under his skin. Once I got to the tip, I took him into my mouth.

Wyatt took a sharp breath in the middle of his speech before continuing.

The piercings felt strange against my tongue, but other than that, they didn’t get in the way of anything. In fact, they were fun to play with.

I was slow and precise with my movements, making sure not to make any noise. Poor Wyatt was pulsing with need in my mouth, precum leaking out every few minutes as I teased him.

“I’m still not understanding this, Mr. Wright. So, if I’m writing the paper, why can’t I write it in first person? The paper is based on my opinions, right?” The student asked.

“It’s a research paper, Gabe. Even if it’s on a topic you feel s-strongly about, you’re writing on research-based evidence and facts, not your opinion,” Wyatt informed, only struggling once.

“Oh! Right on,” the student chuckled. “Hey, listen, about the deadline... I play hockey, and it’s a really important part of my life. I just don’t have a lot of time to write a paper, you know—”

“Then university may not be the best place for you. How else can I help you, Gabe?” Wyatt let his irritation show.

I swirled my tongue around the tip of his dick, collecting more droplets of precum that spilled from him. I flinched, feeling Wyatt’s shoe slide under my skirt. He pressed the top of his dress shoe against my clit, slowly rocking it back and forth.

A moan threatened to escape; the only thing saving us from being caught was his dick rammed down my throat, making it impossible for any sound to escape me.

Wyatt continued rubbing the top of his shoe against me, somehow hitting me just where I was most sensitive.

I’d been wet and turned on all day, this was exactly what I needed. Between him in my mouth, making me a drooling mess, and him toying with me, I was desperate.

I moved my hips, grinding against his ankle while sucking him off. The student in the room suddenly ceased to exist, leaving me a desperate mess under Wyatt’s desk.

Wyatt twitched in my mouth, and I took him into my mouth further. I was boggled at how long he was; I was only able to fit two-thirds of him until he hit the back of my throat.

Distracted and hazed by arousal, the only indication that the student had left was the sound of Wyatt’s office door softly closing. I didn’t even have time to feel shocked at myself for missing the end of their conversation or the student saying bye.

Seconds after the door closed, Wyatt rolled his chair back slowly so as not to disconnect him from my mouth. I only had to lean forward a bit to move with him. Uncovering my head and shoulders that were hidden by his desk, we were finally able to meet each other’s gaze.

I was beyond satisfied with myself, seeing the desperate look on his face. His eyebrows were knitted, his lips parted as he finally allowed himself to moan. He wrapped his hand around my hair and harshly pushed my head down.

His dick slid down my throat until my lips touched the base of it. My eyes welled with tears as I looked up at him. My airway was blocked, and I could barely whimper. He lifted his leg, making me straddle his ankle as he rolled it, hitting my clit each time.

“I told you to behave,” he said gently, contrasting his actions. “Now look at you, my own personal desk toy,” he smirked. He gave my head another push, and I whimpered. “You’re such a dirty little slut, aren’t you, Baby?” He asked, leaning down as if he expected an answer.

He lifted his leg higher, putting more pressure on my clit, “Use your big girl words,” he taunted.

A muffled moan sounded through the room as I tried to breathe. His jaw flexed as he slowly moved my head back, pulling out of me. The second I could, I sucked in a deep breath of air, coughing from the discomfort in my throat.

With glassy eyes, I peered back up at him, “I was bored,” I explained innocently before licking his tip.

Wyatt’s thighs tensed as he groaned, “Fuck.” I took him into my mouth again; watching him watch me was the biggest turn-on. His pleasurable moans were better than getting an A on any assignment. A giddy, whole feeling consumed my body as I watched him. “You’re making me feel so good, Baby,” he praised. “Just like that for me,” he muttered, lost in lust.

On top of the world, I felt him twitch before he pushed my head down further onto him, his hips slightly jerking up to meet my movements. “That’s it, Baby, you’re going to make me cum,” he encouraged.

Blinking my tears of pleasure away, I gazed at him in a trance as his fist tightened in my hair, making me moan. His face untwisted, completely relaxing as hot liquid filled my mouth. He looked completely at peace as he came, and I was thrilled I was the one to give him that peace.

I swallowed twice, surprised at the amount coming out of him. It had clearly been a long time since he’d gotten off, making me all the more smug. With a pop , I pulled away from him. I couldn’t help the smile that overtook my lips as I watched him come down from his high.

His chest was rising and falling quickly as he looked down at me. I had my elbows on each of his thighs, resting my chin on my hands, showing my delight in what I’d accomplished.

Wyatt shook his head at me and chuckled. “I’m scared to ask if you’ve done that before...” he teased as he put his pants back on properly.

With a playful grin, I nodded, “Maybe.” I’d told them about my failed sex attempt, but beyond that, they assumed I hadn’t done anything else. Which was true, but I wanted to have a little fun.

Wyatt raised his eyebrows, effortlessly lifting me into his lap. He sat me on one of his thighs, making me straddle him. “Is that so?” He tried to hide his jealousy in his tone with curiosity, but I saw right through him.

I nodded, “You’re not jealous, are you, Wyatt?” I smirked.

He gripped my hips, jerking me forward on him. I moaned, still incredibly sensitive from his ankle grinding onto me. “Horribly jealous, slightly murderous,” he said casually, continuing to push and pull me.

I felt like a dog in heat today, desperately wanting to be touched by anything. I entirely blamed PMS. After years of never being horny, it was like I had years worth of pent-up hormones begging to be unleashed. “I like this,” I moaned shyly, moving my hips without the help of his hands.

Wyatt’s eyes darkened, “Yeah?” Asked with false sympathy. “You like riding my thigh, Baby?”

Pulsing with need, I nodded eagerly. I’d been on edge since this morning, wanting nothing more than to cum.

“Slowly,” he instructed, his hands slowing my hips. He lifted my skirt over my hips, allowing his greedy eyes to watch. “How could I not be jealous of any man that looks at you?” He muttered absentmindedly.

To stabilize myself, I gripped his shoulders. I was drenched, embarrassingly leaving a wet spot on his tan slacks. Whimpers and moans left my lips in a blur as I lost myself in pleasure.

“That’s it, keep fucking yourself off against my thigh,” he rasped as his hands ran over my ass and thighs. “You’re soaking wet, Baby. I can feel you through my pants,” he moaned.

My thighs squeezed around his as my movements became shorter. “Wyatt,” I whined as I began to feel my orgasm take over.

He took control of my hips, pulling me harder down onto him and slowly back and forth, “That’s my good girl,” he cooed. “Cum for me, Baby. I’ve got you,” he comforted.

Plunging to my release, I fell into ecstasy. Wyatt’s hand covered my mouth as I moaned into it. “Shh, I know,” he hushed, holding me to him.

Every nerve in me shattered as I came. I rested my head against his shoulder, trying to collect myself. His big hand was rubbing my back in long, soothing strokes. I could stay here forever...

“Is your head okay?” He questioned.

I remembered my unfortunate head bonk and pulled away from him. “I didn’t hit it hard,” I assured him. The pain was long gone. I leaned my elbows against his shoulders and grinned at him. “Hey,” I started. “As attractive as I find jealousy, it was Aiden,” I hinted. I just didn’t want him to wonder about another guy.

Wyatt chuckled before tilting his head back. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he joked before grinning back down at me. “When was this?” he inquired.

I shrugged, “I’ve had a busy day.” Deciding I wouldn’t continue to monopolize his office hours, I stood up to take my leave. Remembering the mess we made, I looked at his pants, “I’m hoping you have an extra pair?”

Wyatt leaned back, grabbing a backpack from the corner of the room. “I’m notorious for coffee spills,” he assured, making me feel less guilty about his pants.

“I’ll see you at home,” I smiled at him.

“Are you okay?” He asked, just like he did the first time he touched me.

Why would my answer ever be no after any kind of tutoring session? I nodded, “Besides the slip’n slide between my legs and the need for a nap, I’m perfectly fine,” I assured, still finding his question odd and unnecessary.

He relaxed in his chair, returning my smile. “Don’t burn the house down.”

After I’d successfully made a delicious noodle salad and placed it in the fridge for later, it was time for a much-needed nap. I was worn out from the day’s activities. My period was in full swing with cramps and and back aches. Perfect timing, considering what a slut I’d been all day.

Cat was quick to curl up next to me on the couch. The room was just how I liked it, dimly lit and heated by the ongoing fire. The only things missing were the four people I’d come to crave the presence of.

Gentle purring against my ribs lulled me into a gentle sleep.

My eyes opened, but only barely. For many minutes, as I walked, the world around me was made up of familiar shapes and patterns as I walked through the house. As much as I tried to, my motor control was on autopilot, and I was too tired to fight against it.

The halls seemed to last for miles. For every twenty steps I took, I only moved the length of one. No matter how fast I tried to run or walk, I seemed to be at a set speed.

My eyes would only fully open every few seconds, revealing Dad’s door. I wasn’t allowed in his wing of the house, and I didn’t want to be there either. Despite that, I opened the unlocked door anyway. I’d never been in this part of the house and kept running into walls and furniture as I walked. I had no destination, no thoughts at all. I was simply walking.

“Is that your daughter, Charles?” a man said, his voice echoing like a dream.

There was an echoed shuffling before Dad made a displeased sound. “Odette, what are you doing out of bed?” I couldn’t answer. “Odette...” he sighed. “I’m sorry, she sleepwalks from time to time.”

“She’s asleep?” The man asked.

“Yes. Excuse me, I’ll get her back to bed so we can continue discussing—”

“Nonsense. I don’t mind her being here. How old is she now? Fifteen?”

“Twelve.” I could hear the sharpness in Dad’s voice, but I couldn’t bring myself to care as the world clouded around me. “I really must insist—”

“She’s mature for her age; I’m sure you’ve heard that before from your other business partners,” the man continued.

“You’re here to discuss business, nothing else,” Dad snapped.

“This is a sixteen-million-dollar opportunity I’m offering you, Charles.” A large shape moved; I could only assume the other man was standing out of a chair. “You’re a smart man. In exchange for my cooperation in this merger, I just want ten minutes.”

“Ten minutes to do what, exactly?”

I heard nothing for a long time as I gently swayed back and forth, walking absently around the room.

“She’s asleep. Look at her; she won’t remember any of this. And you’d gain millions,” the man said.

“She’s a child.”

“You know what, you’re wasting my time. I have other businesses waiting for my call. Good evening, Charles.”

“Wait.”

Another long silence allowed Dad’s voice to echo in my mind.

“Five minutes.” Dad agreed. “And you can’t touch her.” He sounded strange. He usually sounded mean, but now he sounded like he stubbed his toe really hard.

The man chuckled, his voice echoing like an evil villain. “I’m not going to touch her, Charles; you misunderstood me,” he assured. “I just want to talk to her.”

“I’m going downstairs to get more drinks,” Dad said. “It shouldn’t take me longer than five minutes. If a single hair is out of place on her head, I’ll—”

“I’ll take scotch.”

It was quiet again for a long time, and I heard a jacket zipper. “I should count myself lucky that your father’s as greedy as he is,” the man stated. “You’re such a pretty girl,” he said, his voice sounding breathy like he was running.

My eyes tried to focus on him, but I saw only a blurry figure shaking something. “You’re going to be a heartbreaker when you’re older,” he said.

More time passed as I tried to find the door again. I couldn’t remember what I came in here for or why I was in this part of the house.

The man made a noise before I heard a jacket zip again. The blurry man walked past me and threw a piece of paper, I think, into a bin. “Many of your dad’s business partners will be intrigued to know of your sleepwalking,” he chuckled.

The door opened, and I walked towards it. “Odette,” Dad called, but it didn’t feel like he was speaking to me. “Come on, let’s get you back to bed.”

“I’m sure I’ll be seeing you soon, Odette!” The man chuckled.

“This door is staying locked. We had a deal; that’s all this was.” Dad said. “I trust that you’ll keep this to yourself.”

“Of course.”

Freezing cold touched my foot, and I snapped my eyes open with a gasp. My heart was racing, the horrible dream making my entire body fill with bile.

I blinked a few times, quickly realizing I was in the woods. I hadn’t sleepwalked in years, and I really hated myself for breaking that streak. “Crap...” I looked around, trying to recognize something. The mansion was nowhere in sight, nor was there any path or source of light besides the quickly fading sun.

My feet were bare, and I’d stepped in a puddle of freezing slush. It was winter, and I was dressed in a skirt and a sheer top. My phone wasn’t on me; nothing was. I was lost.

I began walking aimlessly in the direction I hoped the house was. “Hello?” I called, hoping someone would hear me. Maybe I was near a street? Had I gone out the front door or the back door? How long had I walked? How long had I been asleep? Were any of my professors home yet? Why would my mind make up something so horrible?

Feeling sick to my stomach, I tried desperately not to think of the dream, knowing that was all it was. My wide eyes wandered in every direction, trying to find something familiar.

The sun was setting fast; the giant trees around me made everything darker. Fear crept up my neck as I thought of being alone in the dark. “Dominic!” I called. “Niko! Wyatt! Aiden!”

I wandered unsystematically in the rain for what I thought was twenty minutes before beginning to panic. In the past, I always knew where I was when I woke from a night terror. I’d never woken up in the middle of nowhere with no sign or general direction to get me back home.

My eyes welled with tears as I jogged against the fleeting light. I was shivering from the cold, drenched from head to toe, and beyond scared. I called out their names again, hoping one of them happened to be outside and the house was close enough to tear my screams. It was almost dark; they must have been home.

I felt like my heart was going to fall out of my chest from how hard it was beating as I ran.

Something behind me snapped; it sounded like a stick splintering in half. I paused, too frozen with fear to turn around. A bear? A cougar? Coyote? What was I supposed to do? I faintly recalled running for one and making myself appear bigger for the other? Shit.

A gentle meow and a familiar rubbing against my leg brought air back into my lungs. I looked down at Cat, still wearing the pastel sweater I’d gotten him. I scooped him up, tears cascading down my face mixed with rain. “Good kitty,” I cried, taking deep breaths as I pet him.

I gently put him down on the ground before giving him a stern look. “Cat, go home!” I snapped my fingers, hoping that ‘home’ was a command or word he knew.

He seemed offended by my sudden harshness but began trotting away from me. I was quick to follow him, trusting him as my last resort. He knew his way around here better than I ever could.

He would stop to smell something momentarily, but eventually, I saw a big mansion with its lights on through the trees.

It had been at least an hour since I’d woken up, and it was pitch black outside now. Moonlight was the only way I could follow Cat home. I scooped him up in my arms, probably squishing him harder than I should have. He didn’t mind as he purred. “You can have treats whenever you want,” I said through shivers.

I quickly walked across the large yard, approaching the house. Dominic was pacing the kitchen; I saw him through the sliding glass door. He turned, seeing me. “She’s over here!” He yelled before he ran across the grass to me.

Cat jumped out of my arms just before Dominic wrapped his big arms around me, engulfing me in his warmth. “You’re okay,” he murmured, his worry heavy in his tone. I didn’t know if he was calming me or convincing himself.

He scooped me up and carried me into the house, where I was bombarded with questions.

Niko looked beyond stressed as he held the phone to his ear, telling someone—police, I assume—to cancel a missing persons report. Aiden’s eyes were unusually wide as he stood with his arms crossed, fidgeting with a lighter.

Wyatt’s hair and shirt were messy. His shoes and the bottom of his pants were muddied. For Wyatt to look so distraught and unkempt told me all I needed to know. “Jesus Christ, Odette. What the hell happened?” He asked.

He didn’t sound mad; none of them even looked angry, which surprised me. Dominic sat me down on a stool, only for me to stand, not wanting to get the leather wet.

I tried to think of a lie, too embarrassed that I was an adult who had night terrors like this. Looking at their worried expressions, I couldn’t bring myself to lie. “I-I haven’t sleepwalked in years, I don’t know what happened,” I said through clattering teeth. “I woke up in the woods and couldn’t find my way home.” I wanted to apologize more than anything, but I didn’t.

“You were asleep?” Wyatt repeated, as if the thought of me wandering around for—I looked at the clock, seeing that it was past nine in the evening, making my blood run cold. They would have been worried if they got home at five and assumed the worst for four hours.

I nodded, a horrible swirl of guilt and shame flooding through me. I was well aware of how strange that was and ashamed that it was happening again after so long without an incident.

“Do you remember what you dreamed about?” Aiden asked, the gears shifting and turning in his eyes.

“No.” My answer was fast, possibly too fast. I was already an adult who sleepwalked; I didn’t need to be the girl who made up horrible scenarios. Charles was a despicable man, but not even he would stoop so low to subject his daughter to something so vulgar for a business deal. I was disgusted with my own imagination for even coming up with something so nasty.

Niko glared at Aiden, “Who the fuck cares about a dream, Aiden?” He snapped. “She’s been missing for four hours, out in the freezing fucking cold, and you ask about a dr—” he took a deep breath before his eyes softened on me. “That doesn’t matter...” he wrapped his arm around me and began walking us out of the kitchen.

“Come on, Cari?o, let’s get you warmed up before you get hypothermia,” he comforted, rubbing his hand up and down my arm.

Aiden didn’t have bad intentions when he asked; I knew that. He was just curious; that was how his mind worked, after all. He just wanted to know; he wanted to understand.

So did I. There was something I couldn’t grasp. I knew I had never once stepped foot in, seen, or looked at a picture of any room in my father’s wing of my childhood house. I had only ever seen the door—the locked door.

Why was it always locked? When did that start? Why wasn’t I allowed in there? Not that I wanted to be, but there was a lot that didn’t make sense. There were many things I’d never even questioned until now.

There was something in the back of my mind, something that I somehow knew I’d forgotten about. It was the only explanation for how now I knew exactly what his wing of the house looked like. I knew the color of the walls and where every piece of furniture was.

I didn’t know how I knew that or why I was just remembering it now, but there was no doubt in my mind that at some point in my life, for some reason, I had been in the wing beyond the locked doors.

“Are you okay?” Niko broke me from my thoughts as he started a shower.

Quickly nodding, I tried to smile up at him. “Just cold.”