22. Nyssa

22

NYSSA

STREETS - DOJA CAT

"Nyssie, there's no need to worry. Your secret's safe with me. I was only teasing."

We're seated outside the local Java King among the crowded downtown sidewalk with our sugary lattes and obligatory baked goods. I'm doing my best to be casual while I convince Heather what she saw last night was nothing big.

It was just a casual encounter. Something Heather should understand more than anyone.

Theron was in a fit of rage and frustration when she caught us. It took me two hours just to calm him down enough to convince him I would handle it.

I would ensure Heather kept her mouth shut.

"I'm glad you get it," I say, sipping from my hazelnut latte. "The thing between me and Adler… it's casual. Very casual."

"A rebound after Samson?" Heather's perfectly penciled brow tics up. "I know I teased you about it… but you've never struck me as the casual type. "

"I'm more low key than anyone."

She hums in consideration. "I guess that's true. We've known each other for almost three years and I've never even met your family."

…you're so mistaken, Driscoll, and you don't even realize it.

"You should bring them for the Fairchild's winter solstice dinner party!"

"I've told you my family lives several hours away," I fib. "They won't be in town this Christmas."

"Shame. Will you at least come?"

I tell Heather what she wants to hear to make her happy in the moment, then remind her one last time that what she witnessed between me and Theron isn't something she needs to ever mention again.

She winks at me. "Don't worry, Nyssie. Your secret's safe with me. Maybe I need to find myself another hot older man to fuck. It's been a couple weeks and I'm getting that itch."

"I'm glad we're on the same page. Just don't forget, friends don't betray friends. Friends help friends, like how I'm helping you fight for part of your father's fortune. Help you need , right?"

Heather's expression falters before she reluctantly nods. I smile in response, then bid her farewell.

It's still up in the air whether Heather will be stupid enough to make more problems for herself. Should she try to reveal what's going on between Theron and I, she'll regret it. I'll destroy her life in the matter of a few minutes.

I'm already going to destroy her life—it'll just be so much worse if she tries to fuck with me and Theron first.

For the rest of the afternoon, I lock myself in my apartment and work on my art. The latest sculpture I'm making has started to take shape. My hands focus on sculpting the more intricate detailing while my mind mulls over the final phase of my plan.

Hours go by before I notice they do.

The small Christmas tree I've put up twinkles in the corner as afternoon fades to dusk and the living room grows dark.

Peaches dozes peacefully on the armrest of my sofa, a fuzzy little orange ball.

I wipe my hands off on a rag to check my phone. Mom's calling.

To say things have been tense between us these past few weeks would be putting it lightly.

"Baby girl, Merry Christmas."

I smile. "Thanks, Mom. But it's not Christmas for another six days."

"The school's about to be on winter break, isn't it?" she asks. "Will you still be visiting?"

"I leave Saturday morning. I'll get there right before Christmas."

"I wish you'd come for longer," she says. "You get two weeks off, Nys."

"There's a lot going on here. Things are finally taking shape. You know I can't slow down now."

She sighs over the phone. "A part of me is regretting ever encouraging you to do this."

I've wandered into my kitchen, flicking on the light to draw open my fridge and pantry and sort out what I'm having for dinner. The phone rests in the palm of my hand as I listen on speaker and detect the note of regret in her voice.

"Mom, what's changed? Why are you so against me doing this? You've spent my entire life demonizing these people."

"I may hate them… but I love you more. You just need to be careful."

"So you've told me. But that still doesn't explain why I can't find any articles about Edward Oliver being a victim of the Valentine Killer."

"Baby girl, do you hear yourself? You want to read about how your father was brutally slain?" she snaps. "For your information, it happened during the summer. Weeks after school had already let out. There wouldn't be a school article about it."

We hang up after I've assuaged her fears yet again. But while I'm helping calm her about how dangerous what I'm doing is, the stack of old newspapers catches my eye again. The top newspaper has a headline I've memorized by now.

Valentine Killer Claims a Final Victim in Law Student Josalyn Webber

I walk over to pick up the wrinkled, faded newspaper, zeroing in on the date.

"June 2005," I read aloud. "This was before the end of the semester."

Once spoken out loud, my brows knit together, and I find myself repeating the words, trying to make sense of them.

"June 2005..."

"You look like you've got something heavy on your mind."

I look up to find Theron approaching with my glass of red wine as promised. I thank him with a smile, curling fingers along the glass bowl.

"Just relieved it's finally winter break."

"I am too. It means I could possibly see you more." He slips behind me, sipping from his own wine glass before he sets that down to grip my hips. His first kiss lands on the side of my neck. Others follow in slow, sensuous fashion as he peppers them up and down my neck in every spot he knows makes me wet.

My eyes close to savor the warm, gentle feeling. "It's nice to be at your place for a change."

"I agree. You should be here more."

He squeezes my hips as his kisses grow more passionate. He kisses the tip of my shoulder, then sweeps up my throat to place one on the edge of my jaw. The way he moves makes me feel like I'm irresistible.

He can't possibly restrain himself.

I sip from my wine glass, fully aware I'm no better. I have as much willpower as he does.

Put the two of us together in a room and we're going to give into the forbidden temptation that rules us.

"Are you ready to feel good, Miss Oliver?" he asks as if sensing my thoughts.

I nod, turning in his hold.

It's been another long week, making me grateful it's finally Friday. Tomorrow I might have the dreaded winter solstice dinner party I agreed to go to, but for tonight, I can unwind a little. Let Theron lead in the pleasure we're about to experience.

"Excellent. Set down your wine glass. I have to leave the room for a moment. When I return, I want you stripped bare. In front of the bed."

His smooth, authoritative voice makes me shiver at the first words of his command.

I give another nod and listen to the pad of his footsteps as he leaves the room.

We're in his bedroom, which is unsurprisingly Theron —neutral walls with practical furniture for function's sake and tasteful décor—if a little bland. The bed is neatly made and the gray oak flooring beneath my feet is clean and spotless.

He's dimmed the lights and lit the fireplace on the far wall. The crackle of the flames soon becomes the only noise filling the room as I begin to strip.

My blouse is pulled over my head and I shimmy out of my pair of jeans. Folding up every article of clothing I've taken off, I walk it over to the armchair in the corner and set it down on the cushion. I glance over to realize Theron's already returned.

He stands in the doorway admiring me.

Theron left the room, and his alter ego returned in his place.

He's Professor Adler now. All dark, sexy energy and brooding, studious glares from behind the black frames of his glasses. His jaw's clenched as he leans against the doorframe and slowly tracks me from head to toe, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his hands plunged into his pockets .

My pussy throbs at the same time my belly flutters with nerves.

It's not lost on me how imbalanced we are in this moment—he's my professor and I'm his student. He's much older and experienced while I'm half his age. I'm completely nude in his bedroom as he lingers in the doorway fully clothed, enjoying the view.

I stand up straighter and decide to tease him like only I can. Pushing my chest out and placing a hand to my hip, I say, "I've been waiting on you, Professor. You're late."

He abandons the doorway and starts toward me feeling like a dark, ominous storm cloud moving in. In a few short strides he's eclipsed me, cupping my chin and forcing my gaze to flick up toward his.

"Let's get one thing straight, Miss Oliver," he says calmly, in complete command. "I set the rules. You will wait as long as I want you to. You will beg and cry for me to give you what you need. You will be a quivering little mess by the time I'm through with you. Is that understood?"

I lick my lips, already breathless. "Yes…"

He grips my hip in a rough clench and wrenches me toward him. "Yes, what ?"

"Yes, Professor Adler."

"Good. Behave yourself and you might get a reward." He brings his knuckles up, gliding them along my cheek so tenderly, you'd think he wasn't cold and commanding a few seconds before. He withdraws a leather mask from his pocket.

It's delicate and feminine and reminds me of something you'd wear to a masquerade.

…except it has no holes to see.

"You'll be wearing this tonight. "

"A blindfold? Great way to increase nerves for what's about to happen," I say sarcastically.

"I like the idea of you not knowing what's next."

"Hence the nerves."

"Blindfolds let you tap into the physical sensations much more… acutely." He turns me around and kisses the spot behind my ear, hugging me to him by the hips. "If you absolutely hate it," he whispers into my ear, "I will remove it. But beware, there will be a penalty."

"Penalty for backtalk. Penalty for removing the blindfold. If I didn't know better, Professor, I'd say you're looking for a reason to spank me."

He kisses his way from behind my ear to the nape of my neck. His hands roam over my naked body, his touch warm and shudder inducing. "You'd be a filthy little liar if you said you didn't want me to."

The palm of his hand collides with my ass in a playful spank that makes me yelp in surprise. He slides the blindfold over my eyes and everything goes black.

"Do you remember the safe word?"

I smirk, blindfold and all. "Law."

"Excellent, Miss Oliver. On the bed. Hands and knees."

Theron helps me, taking my hand and guiding me over to the bed for me to crawl on. Immediately, I discover what he meant about tapping into other sensations.

Once my sight's gone, everything sounds louder. From the soft pad of his footsteps to the slow thud of a cabinet being opened then shut. I take in a deep breath and pick up on the faint smoky scent from the fireplace much more acutely than I had without the blindfold.

My heart beats faster in my chest, counting down the seconds.

It's amazing how our time together has only just begun, yet he's already managed to take my mind off everything that's been plaguing me. Any thoughts about my revenge plan, keeping Heather quiet, tomorrow's dinner party, and the tension between me and Mom disappear.

I'm much more interested in what's about to happen in this bedroom.

If I had to guess what's coming, I'd bet it's some form of spanking. Professor Adler's aware how well I get off to it, and how can he resist when I'm blindfolded on my hands and knees? My ass is right out in the open for him to streak red.

How could he pass up the chance?

I'm bracing for impact when instead I feel the wet heat of his mouth. I flinch at the sensation being so different and abrupt than expected, then relax once I realize he's kissing his way up the back of my thighs.

He fills his palms with my ass cheeks, his grip firm and powerful.

A sharp shiver shoots up my spine at the thought of what he's capable of with those hands.

His mouth and tongue.

His huge, thick cock.

Professor Adler kisses and nibbles at my thighs, coming up to my ass that's on display. He releases a groan as he squeezes my flesh and spreads kisses along the round, curvy shape of my cheek.

I try to take in a breath but find myself short.

The anticipation's killing me. Every slow, warm kiss of his feels like worship. It feels like the build up to what will soon have me begging him, like he promised.

I shuffle in place on my hands and knees, doing my best to taper how my body reacts to him. My pussy refuses to listen, throbbing away, making me aware how empty I am, and how desperately I want to be filled…

His teeth sink into my ass cheek in a teasing bite that elicits a squeal out of me. He bites into the soft flesh of my ass like he can't resist. Then follows up with more kisses and flicks of his tongue. His hands squeeze my cheeks harder as he goes, making it clear he's nowhere near done with me yet.

The alternating wet kisses, firm bites, and rough gropes become too much.

It's so many different sensations at once that I can hardly take it.

I hang my head and moan along as his tongue returns. He runs the flat side of it along the cleft of my backside, then dips in between.

He licks and flicks at the sensitive space 'til he's at my puckered hole doing the same.

"Oh… Theron!" I whimper before I can choose my words wisely.

He stops immediately. "Who?" he growls.

"Pro-professor!" I gasp. "Professor!"

But it's already too late. His palm slams against my ass and my body jerks forward on my hands and knees. His fingers grip my flesh so hard, it's enough to bruise as I feel him at my rear hole again.

Not his tongue but his fingers.

"OH!" I cry out as I feel his saliva wet me and then he slides a finger inside. My arms quake at the intrusion that still feels like a lot to take, even after the experiments we've done with the plugs. I bite my lips and tune into how it feels to have him inside me in a whole new way.

He pumps his digit, then returns with his mouth and tongue .

It becomes impossible to predict.

He eats my ass like he's eaten my pussy—with a level of eagerness that has his tongue and mouth making my entire body shake.

The ticklish sensation at my rear hole warms into hot pleasure as a flush breaks out on my brown skin. He opens me up using his finger before returning with his tongue and then two fingers.

I find myself grinding back against him in a plea for more.

More of his wet tongue and nibbling bites. More of his fingers slipping deep.

I'm close, my pussy tingling and dripping with arousal. If he just uses a little more tongue…

Right when I'm about to fall apart and come, he stops. I feel him shift behind me on the bed and then I hear the drawer sliding open again. The crinkle of plastic tells me what he's grabbed and where this is headed next.

Though, I'm blindfolded, I glance over my shoulder. When I speak, I sound winded. "Professor…"

"Hush, Miss Oliver. Speak when spoken to," he scolds from behind me. He slaps my ass for added affect. "First the plug. Then me. Trust me when I say, taking me in your ass will be no easy feat."

"Your dick?" I mutter.

"Yes, every inch," he says. He bends forward to press a kiss on the center of my dewy spine. "You will be so full, you won't know what to do with yourself. It'll be quite the accomplishment. You'll definitely be earning passing marks in my class after this."

I tug my bottom lip between my teeth as, once again, anticipation builds.

The lube spreads along my ass, slicks between the cheeks, gathers at my puckered hole. He takes his time massaging me, teasing me with his thumb poking inside and his other fingers lightly fondling my swollen, neglected pussy.

I'm expecting the plug to push inside when instead a buzz starts up.

Professor Adler reaches around me, grabbing my hand and placing a smooth, buzzing, phallic-shaped device in my hand.

A vibrator.

He guides me between my spread legs until it's against my clit, biting my shoulder for good measure.

"Keep this here," he commands. "If you take it away, you will be penalized."

"Y-yes, Professor."

Thank god.

I try to play it cool as I really want to sigh in relief. The vibrator feels so damn good against my clit after being ignored for so long. I stay propped up on my hand and knees, thankful I'm finally able to almost get off again.

"Oh, and Miss Oliver?"

"Yes, Professor?"

"If it wasn't already obvious, no coming. If you come, you will be penalized."

Ugh. Of course!

"Yes, Professor," I warble out, trying to mask my disappointment.

But then I concentrate on how good the vibrator feels buzzing against my achy clit and I'm sinking into pleasure again.

With no sight to distract me, it becomes all I know. The tingling sensation the toy draws out of me .

Professor Adler's behind me, still lubing me up and preparing me for…

I shudder along with the vibrator at the thought.

"Stay still," he commands. "Breathe. The easier you make this going in, the better it will be for you."

I do as he says, breathing and focusing on the tingling sensation in my clit. The plug prods against my other hole, slathered in lube.

Despite some initial resistance, it slips past the ring of muscle, my hole stretching to allow the thick toy inside. I bite down on my bottom lip and find myself shuddering again, even though Professor Adler warned against it.

"Miss Oliver, what did I say?" he asks, gripping my hip. He works the plug in deeper with the other hand.

"No m-moving… oh! It's… big."

"It's the medium plug again," he says. "But, yes, it's a lot for you. You'll adjust in time."

I groan as it roots itself inside me, heavy and intrusive. Suddenly, the vibrator isn't enough against how achy and full the plug makes me feel. I urge myself to remain calm and breathe through the sensation, but it becomes everything I feel.

My lungs refuse to let me draw another breath. Heat flushes my body, and the entire room turns into a furnace.

I can only remain in position as, slowly, Professor Theron begins moving it in and out of me. The plug slips deeper inside my snug channel before it retreats like it's about to be pulled out. Then it's returning, deep and weighty, spreading and stretching me all over again.

"You're doing so well, Miss Oliver," he praises as I moan. "Is your greedy little pussy jealous?"

The blindfold's thrown off my spatial orientation while too many sensations envelop my body. I can barely figure out how to nod my head yes .

He laughs as I do and almost drop the vibrator.

"Keep the vibrator against your clit. It feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yes!" I pant. "So good."

"And the plug?"

I groan in answer and he laughs, giving it another thrust deeper.

"Do you want my cock instead?" he asks.

"I want to come."

He swats at my ass. "What have I said, Miss Oliver? In due time. You have to earn it first."

He twists it in and out of me in rough, circular motions that have me thrashing. I can barely remember to keep the vibrator against my pussy as the aching stretch in my ass holds my attention.

The intrusion that's been a pain in the ass— literally —has begun to awaken a pulse of pleasure deep inside me.

As Professor Adler screws the plug in and out of my tight rear channel, I find myself moaning for more. My thrashes of protest become thrashes of pleasure as my elbow gives out and I crash down on the bed. I lay on my stomach, my arm under me so I can position the vibrator right where I want it, and I hike my hips up to offer him myself.

My ass hanging in the air as my throaty whines beg him to continue.

He plays with me some more, twisting the plug and then reaching under me to push two fingers into my pussy.

Stars shoot before my closed eyes and I erupt without even thinking. My first orgasm of the night blows through me so violently, I'm left panting and spasming .

It takes me several seconds to come down and realize Professor Adler's carefully pulling the plug out of me.

"Suck," he says.

I part my lips to taste the bulbous toy that was entrenched in my ass seconds ago. Pineapple flavor explodes on my tongue, revealing the flavored lube that's been used.

"Do you taste good?"

"Mhmmm."

"Are you ready for my cock?" he asks, fondling my dripping pussy lips.

"I need it… I want it… put it in!" I moan.

"Your pussy… or your ass?" he asks, and I can practically hear the triumph in his voice.

"My ass!" I call out. "Put it in my ass, Professor Adler! Please!"

"Spread."

The direct manner in which he speaks never fails to make me shudder.

Now is one of those times as I hurriedly spread myself wider. My juices slide from my pussy, down the inside of my thighs.

Rustling noises behind me reveal Professor Adler's stripping down himself. The bed shifts with his added weight again.

He groans at the sight that meets him.

Me with my face pressed into the bed and my ass high in the air, completely spread for him.

"Keep the vibrator going, Miss Oliver," he says, his voice suddenly huskier. He's stroking himself. I can hear his restraint slipping with each word. "You're going to need the distraction as you take my cock in that tiny little hole. "

I practically draw blood from my lip biting down as hard as I do.

He's at my rear entrance, easing himself inside. He pushes past the resistance. Thick and long, he stretches me in a whole new way. I whimper at the intrusion and focus on my pussy.

"Oh… that's fucking good," he groans. He grips my ass and holds still. His breathing's gone ragged as he fights to keep himself in check. "You've swallowed me right up. You're bearing down on me so tightly. You are so fucking…" he pauses for another groan that makes my pussy clench. "So fucking exquisite."

It's such a Professor Adler thing to say that it feels like a reward.

I buck against him to show I'm ready for more. For him to continue and fuck my ass.

Thighs propped as wide as they'll go and vibrator to my clit, he draws back and then slams into me from behind.

We both fill the room with sound. His throaty groans and my needy whimpers.

It's only the beginning.

The moment descends into filthy, sweaty, rough passion as Professor Adler fucks my ass and I take every deep stroke. My body quivers all over, so stimulated that every sensation has merged into one.

Heat floods me and my skin burns up. I'm breathless and hot as Professor Adler's hips whip back and forth. He drives into me hard and fast. My ass gives way for his cock every time, swallowing him right up.

I clench my eyes shut behind the blindfold and watch the stars dot the black sea that's become my vision.

I haven't stopped holding the vibrator to my clit. The tortuous device has made my little nub go numb, though as I slide it between my swollen labia, it feels just as good on such soft flesh.

Professor Adler pushes his cock all the way inside and comes in close, his body pinning mine down to the bed. He drills into me with relentless abandon 'til I can't stand another second.

I break apart in an orgasm that tears through me. It starts in my pussy and then explodes. Pressing my cheek into the comforter, the vibrator buzzes away almost forgotten, as I feel like I'm floating.

The needy little whine I release doesn't even sound like me. But it doesn't matter as he reaches under me and uses his fingers to tease me some more. I keen as he fucks my ass and rubs my swollen, soaked pussy and tells me how I'll never need another dick again.

"My cock is the only cock that will ever be inside you," he growls.

I convulse, incoherent and dizzy. "Yes, Professor!"

He switches up the angle of his stroke, hitting even deeper, rougher. "This tight little ass belongs to me. That delicious fucking pussy. Mine."

"Oh, yes! Yes, Professor!"

I roll straight into yet another orgasm.

I come quaking against the vibrator as he follows me, coming buried deep in my ass. My hips buck wildly, mashing my clit against the vibrating toy to the point of madness.

…'til I'm crying out and coming so hard, my voice tears and goes out halfway through my scream.

He's hot and pulsing shooting ropes of cum inside me. He pumps every last drop he has to give before he's pulling out, and I moan at the wet mess he's left behind .

He rears back and admires me. Though still blindfolded, his gaze is visceral. His breathing's rough and labored.

Seconds pass before he's calmed down enough to do anything but pant and peer at me collapsed on the bed. He reaches for me, rolling me onto my back and taking away the vibrator that's buzzing faithfully away. The blindfold's removed and he greets me with a deep kiss on the lips.

"Are you alright?" he asks.

I nod, numb and spent.

"Clean up. Bath or shower?"

"Bath."

The corner of his mouth twitches in a near grin. "Come. I'll run you one."