Chapter 9

Something sweet ticklesmy nose as my body begins to wake, but I groan when I move. Why do I hurt so bad? And why won't my head stop throbbing?

Slowly, I open my eyes but instantly shut them when the bright light from the window burns my retinas. Fuck, that hurt like a son of a bitch.

I try to figure out why I'm so tired and in pain, and the memories of last night slowly trickle in. I went to a house party at Parker's and clearly drank too much, if the sharp pain in my skull is any indication.

With much morestrength than it should take, I force my eyes open again, blinking several times until my eyes adjust, though they still burn. I don't typically forget to shut my blinds, but considering I was drunk enough to forget a whole hell of a lot, it makes sense I didn't do it when I got home.

Once I'm able to keep my eyes open without the intense burning sensation, I look around. This is not my room.

Where the fuck am I?

It takes me a minute of staring at the unfamiliar space for the memories of the rest of last night to come flooding back.

Fuck.

I sent Ian a bunch of texts, and he picked me up. The alcohol caused me to forget my address, so he brought me to his house. Of course, he was a gentleman and made me take the spare bedroom instead of taking advantage of my drunken state. The half-empty bottle of water and the aspirin container sit on the nightstand as a reminder of how sweet he is for ensuring I was taken care of.

I grab the aspirin and take two more. There is enough water to wash them down but not enough to quench my thirst. I seriously envy people who have never experienced a hangover. This is one of the many reasons I don't drink often.

The same sweet smell that woke me wafts into the room again, and my stomach growls. What did Ian make that smells so delicious?

With heavy limbs, I pick my clothes off the floor and dress myself at a sloth's pace before padding down the hall, following the delicious aroma like it's a trail of breadcrumbs.

"You're alive," Ian states when I walk into the kitchen.

He's sitting at the table grading paperwork with glasses perched on his nose, somehow making him sexier.

"I might be alive, but I feel like death," I grumble.

He chuckles. "I figured you might say something like that. You did drink enough to forget your own address."

Getting up, he heads toward the oven and opens it, causing the sweet smell to grow, which makes my stomach growl some more.

"Are you hungry?" he checks.

I nod. "I'm starving."

"Sit at the table," he instructs. "I'll dish you up some pancakes. Do you want coffee too?"

"Yes, please," I whisper, enjoying him taking care of me. "Black is fine."

He nods, and a small smile spreads across his face as he dishes up a plate for me.

I'm going to bask in his kindness while I can because it won't last for long. Eventually, he's going to restate how we need to keep our distance and send me on my way. At least I'mprepared for it.

"Did you sleep all right?" he asks, setting a plate of pancakes and coffee in front of me. He then takes a seat across from me at the table.

"I think I did," I reply, sipping the delicious, caffeinated bean juice. "I passed out pretty solidly."

Ian chuckles. "I noticed. When I peaked in to check on you this morning, you were dead to the world."

"That doesn't surprise me. It's one of the many reasons I don't get drunk often."

"Could you get in trouble with the hockey team for drinking while being underage?" Ian inquires with a sweet and caring tone.

"If I was still underage, yes," I reply. "But I turned twenty-one two days before classes started."

"Oh," Ian murmurs. "I'm sorry for assuming you would do something reckless like that."

I wave him off. "Don't apologize. It happens more often than it should. Most guys don't think they'll ever get caught. Lots don't, but it was never a risk I was willing to take. I'm kind of a rule follower, for the most part. I respect my team too much to do something stupid that would jeopardize my ability to play."

He smiles, and I'm pretty sure there is a hint of admiration in his eyes. "Are you planning on going pro when you're finished?"

I shake my head. "I've been told I have the potential to make it if I wanted to, but that was never my dream."

"Does your dream have something to do with helping sick kids?" he asks, resting his elbows on the table and leaning toward me.

My brows fly up, and I almost gasp. He remembered our conversation at the resort. When he asked how I would live my life if money weren't an issue, I told him I would make sure that no sick kid ever had to be alone. I saw it too much in the foster care system, and if I could prevent that from happening, I would.

"At first, I considered being a pediatric doctor, but I quickly realized I couldn't handle it if I lost a patient, so I'm going into sports medicine," I tell him, waiting for the common response I normally receive about how challenging it is going to be. Like I'm not already aware of that fact.

"That's awesome," he replies with a genuine grin. "Do you want to work with hockey players or in a different sport?"

"Working for a hockey team would be my first choice, but it would also be cool to work at a university like GSU taking care of a bunch of different athletes," I explain.

I have always found it so cool that GSU has its own team of doctors to take care of its athletes.

"I bet if you put in the right amount of effort, you'll be able to do whatever you want," he says, and his words of encouragement fill my chest with this warm fuzziness.

"Thanks," Iwhisper, setting my focus on eating my pancakes, which are fucking delicious. It's hard not to moan while I devour them.

"Somebody has a healthyappetite. Would you like some more?" Ian asks when I finish at a rapid speed the three he gave me.

"Yes, please," I reply, even though I'll have to work my ass off in the gym for eating this many carbs, but it will totally be worth it.

"So, I've been thinking about your proposition," Ian states, dishing up my plate with two more pancakes.

"Oh?" I ask, lifting a brow at him.

Has the sexy professor turned over a new leaf? Is he seriously considering being in a friends-with-benefits relationship with me? Because there is no way I'll turn it down if he is.

"I looked into GSU's policy on staff dating students and found out a relationship between us would be allowed if we fill out the proper paperwork. Since I'm not your professor, there is no way I could affect your grades, and I don't hold a position of power over you. However, in order for the school to avoid any blowback, we still have to disclose our relationship ahead of time. Even if you no longer want any sort of relationship with me, I'm still going to fill out a form alerting the school of our brief history."

A smile slowly spreads across my face. "Are you saying what I think you are?" I check.

He inhales deeply before slowly blowing it out like he's trying to find the strength to say the words. "Like you said the other night, neither of us has the time to devote to a traditional relationship, but you weren't wrong about our needs and desires. So, if you're still on board with it, I'd be open to a friends-with-benefits situation with you, with one clause."

"What's the clause?" I inquire.

"We'll be exclusive," he states firmly. "I'm the jealous type. It wouldn't bode well if I were beating up students for bragging about fucking you."

I snicker, the picture of Ian punching a student in the face popping into my head. I'm unsure why I find it funny, but it's also hot.

"I'll be honest with you. I have a history of being a fuck boy. I've never been exclusive with anyone, but I'm willing to try it. Keep in mind, there is a possibility of people talking about sleeping with me in the past."

"If it's in the past and stays there, I can work with that. I'm just not willing to share you," he tells me, and I respect his honesty.

"I'm not the cheating type," I assure him. I've never been in a relationship, but I've seen enough people get cheated on that I vowed I would never be that person. "So, if you start feeling jealous over rumors or people gossiping, you need to talk to me."

He smiles and dips his chin. "I can do that. I've printed out the paperwork we'll need to sign. Is there a time on Monday that would work for you to drop them off? It would probably be best if we did it together. I doubt there will be any questions right then and there, but if there are, at least we'll both be around to answer them."

"Normally, I sleep in on Mondays, but I could meet you first thing in the morning before your first class."

His face lights up at my response, and I love that I was able to put that look on his face.

"That would be perfect. I still can't believe I'm agreeing to this," he says, shaking his head.

"Are you sure you're okay with it?" I question, and he shrugs.

"Honestly?"

I nod. "It's usually best to go with the truth."

He sighs. "I'm conflicted. On one hand, all I think about is you, and I'd love to fuck you again." His words cause a lustful shiver to run down my spine. "But on the other, I'm battling this ethical side of myself that keeps screaming you're a student."

I reach across the table with my hand out and wait for him to take it. When he does, I squeeze it. "I understand where you're coming from and agree it would be wrong for us to fool around if you were my professor, but you're not. We're both adults and are taking the proper steps to inform the school about our relationship so we're in the clear, ethically."

He nods, rubbing his temple with his other hand. "I understand that, but it's going to take a minute to wrap my head around it all. I have never considered dating a student, so it's all new."

I squeeze his hand again. "Take all the time you need. I'll be here waiting when you're ready," I assure him. "Especially now that I know you want me the same way I want you. I'll admit, I went out last night with the mindset of finding someone to hook up with. I was desperate to get over you, but every person who crossed my path felt wrong. I even shot down the puck bunny who was more than willing to go to bed with me. In the past, I would have jumped at the opportunity, but my cock didn't even so much as stir at her flirting. In fact, I almost threw up from the smell of her perfume. All I could think about was wanting to be with you."

Ian's eyebrows shoot up at my confession, and then a look of desire crosses his face. "Your words shouldn't turn me on as much as they do."

"Just admit that fighting whatever this is between us is pointless," I urge him. "I want you, and you want me. Pushing each other away is only going to cause extra stress that neither of us needs."

"You're not wrong," he mutters, making me chuckle.

I slide my half-eaten plate to the side. "Ready to let go of the stress and fuck me already?"

"You're such a fucking brat," he growls out, and I shrug.

"Do you want me to be less?"

He shakes his head. "I don't want you compliant. I'm up for the challenge of taming you in the bedroom."

I smirk at him, pushing my chair back and standing in front of him, still holding his hand. "I'm eager to see you try… Daddy."

The title falls so easily from my lips this time, with no hesitation like there was when we first met. I know what I want now, and it's to let Ian dominate me.

He growls again and tugs me onto his lap.

"Before we go any further, we need to have a conversation about consent, and what this dynamic is going to be," he states. "While we were at the resort, things were hot and heavy, but honestly, we should have had this conversation then. Especially when you called me Daddy for the first time, but I'll admit, I was too caught up in my desire for you. I can't let that happen again. Have you ever been in a Dom/sub dynamic?"

I shake my head. "I didn't even know I was submissive before I met you. I've always been the one who took control of all my sexual encounters, but when you took those reins from me this summer, something clicked into place. I've done a fair bit of research since then on kink and stuff. To say my mind was blown with what I discovered would be an understatement. I considered exploring more of that side of myself, but it felt daunting and almost wrong on some level to find someone else to experience that with. I figured one day when I had more free time and felt ready, I'd put forth the effort to look for a Dom, but that wasn't going to be for a while. I read a lot about the importance of vetting, and there is no way, with my busy schedule, that I would have the time to do that. I decided that for the time being, I would push that side of myself down."

He smiles at my response and runs his nose up my neck to my ear. "I'm happy that you've done your research, but since you're a newbie, we really need to have this conversation." I nod and wait for him to continue. "I will only do what you feel comfortable with. We could use safewords, but with how light our kink is right now, you could just say stop or no, and I'll stop whatever I'm doing. I never want you to be uncomfortable."

"I appreciate that, and I'll tell you if things get too much. Right now, I'm really into you taking the lead in the bedroom and calling you Daddy. I liked when you smacked my ass a couple of times while we were on vacation and would be open to a more intense spanking scene. I'm intrigued about experiencing subspace and trying to reach that point. Edging is intense, and I enjoyed that too. The orgasm denials are torture, but I don't hate them. I think that's what I'm comfortable with for now, but if you want to try something new, I might be open to that if we talk about it," I tell him.

"That works for me. Obviously, communication is a huge aspect of kink, so please talk to me if you're ever uncomfortable about something or if you have an idea of something you want to try. I'd love to help you explore anything your heart desires. If you want, we could eventually fill out a kink checklist and find out what new things we want to discover. For now, though, it sounds like we're both on the same page."

I wiggle in his lap with a big grin. "So, are you finally gonna fuck me silly, or do I have to take care of this myself?" I check, palming my cock through my pants.

Ian growls, then whispers into my ear, "Clearly, you've forgotten how things were at the resort. Don't worry, I'll have you being an obedient little boy in no time." He nips at my ear, making my whole body shiver with desire. "And if you're not, then I'll just have to remind you how fond of edging and orgasm denial I am."

I whimper at his words, and my eyes roll into the back of my head when he moves his lips to my neck, sucking a bruise for the world to see. His caveman ways have my cock throbbing in my jeans, wishing I was naked right now.

"I need you," I plead.

Ian chuckles. "You'll have me when I'm good and ready. Just because you were the one pursuing me these past few weeks doesn't mean you're the one in charge now. We both know you don't really want to take the lead. You like it when I take the reins in the bedroom, don't you?"

I nod, but Ian clicks his tongue. "Words, sweet boy. Or did you forget everything I taught you this summer? Do I have to start my lessons all over?"

I shake my head. "No, Daddy. I could never forget everything you taught me."

His smirk is fucking sexy, and it makes me squirm a little with desire.

"Be a good boy and strip," he commands, gently pushing me off his lap.

I do as I'm told without delay because I'm desperate to be fucked right this second. In the future, I might push my luck a little more, but not today, not when I'm this close to getting what I've been desiring for so fucking long.

"Look at you already remembering to listen," he praises while I remove my clothing. "Leave your underwear on."

"Yes, Daddy," I whisper, then await his next instructions.

Ian's eyes roam over my body, and even though I still have my boxers on, I feel naked. Maybe it's because my hard cock is tenting the material, leaving very little to the imagination.

"You are so fucking sexy," he murmurs, taking in the sight of my almost naked body.

His words of praise make my skin tingle.

While he fucks me with his eyes, he slides his sweatpants down, revealing how he isn't wearing any underwear. It causes my mouth to water, but I stay where I'm standing until he crooks his finger at me, and my feet move of their own accord, stepping toward him like a sailor being drawn in by a siren's song.

"Come and get my cock nice and wet," he commands.

Like the eager slut I am, I drop to my knees instantly. The heat in his eyes is evident, and he licks his lips as I position myself between his thick thighs. Once I'm comfortable, I run my nose along his hard shaft, inhaling his scent. A mixture of citrus and musk fills my nose, causing a tiny whimper to escape my lips.

Fuck, he smells good.

Wanting to obey his command but also wanting to tease him, I slowly trail my tongue along his erection, starting from his balls and moving upward at a snail's pace, taking my time to get to his crown.

"You're pushing your luck, boy," he warns, and I can't stop the smirk spreading across my lips.

"What? I'm following your directions to a T," I counter, giving him another long, slow lick. "I'm getting you wet. You didn't say how quickly I had to do that."

He growls and fists my hair. His grip is firm, and it burns but not in a bad way.

"Do you need me to show you how I like it?" he asks, his voice deep and husky.

"If that's what you want, Daddy," I reply with a mischievous grin.

"Open your lips, pretty boy," he instructs, and I listen eagerly, letting my tongue loll out of my mouth.

With his hand still in my hair, he pushes my head down and thrusts his cock into my mouth. I gag a little when he hits the back of my throat, which makes Ian pause for a moment, then pull out.

"I'm okay," I assure him. "You can gag me."

The deep guttural groan that escapes him has my cock begging for me to grab it, but I refrain because I'm certain I'll be reprimanded if I do.

With my permission, Ian fucks my face with a punishing rhythm, making my jaw sore and dick ache even more. I fucking adore how he's using me.

I slurp his cock and gag each time he hits the back of my throat, causing a trail of saliva and precum to dribble down my chin. The noises he's drawing from me are dirty and hot, but the moans of pleasure that are being pulled from him are even sexier.

"That's enough," he states, sliding out of my mouth.

His hand moves from my hair to my throat, pulling me into his lap again and smashing his lips to mine the instant I'm close enough. I whimper into his mouth as he devours me. "You're such a good fucking boy. What would you like for your reward?" he asks.

How the fuck does he manage to stay so in control and form coherent sentences like that? My brain is fucking mush at the moment. I'm struggling to find a response even though I'm desperate for him to fuck me.

"Your cock," I finally manage to spit out after a few shallow breaths.

"You just had my cock," he reminds me. "Do you want it back in your mouth?"

"No, Daddy. I want it in my ass, please."

He snickers. "I figured that would be your response. Go lay down on my bed. It's the room across from the one you were sleeping in earlier. I'll join in a minute," he instructs, and I immediately rush down the hall.