The Snake and the Butterfly (16/?)
Fandom: ghost/ ex-ghost/ priest/ tid/ mcc
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Standard
Notes: none
Warnings: none
The next week goes by uneventfully...for the most part at least. No one seems to want to cause trouble with you or O and while you like it-because for once no one is bothering either of you-you are suspicious, this had happened before...right before that damn picture of you two had been put up for any student to see. After the stress of her exams you spent most of your time with her holding her and letting her relax on you, lord knew she needed it and there was always something adorable about the way she cuddled up against you that you liked so you figured why mess with a good thing. You both loved sex but it wasn't something that needed to happen every time you touched her. She spends a majority of her time sitting in on your classes and there were only a handful of times that it was distracting enough that you had to avoid that side of the room, and only a few times that it was because she'd been teasing on purpose. She was between her junior and senior classes so there was really no need for her to even be here aside from her TA duties...which lately had been cleaning the lab for you because you were admittedly a bit of a lazy bastard when it came to that area. It also gave her something to fill the time between her classes ending and when your office hours were over...it worked for both of you so you weren't going to mess with something that worked so well. Even with her being there most of the day for that week it still sucked though, you had told her that during classes she needed to behave and most of the time she did, you wanted her to break that rule so badly though...deep down in your soul you wanted her to break it just once maybe...but it wasn't because you wanted to punish her for it, you liked her being a little feisty. In all honesty you'd watched her go from pretty reserved and more than willing to let you do anything you wanted-even when she didn't want you to which had been something you'd tried time and time again to stress to her that she needed to say something. Now though, she'd let you push her up until she couldn't handle it, and she was a lot more bold about what she wanted from you, you were starting to see a part of her that she probably didn't even know existed. When she was with you and relaxed she took on this adorable quasi-childlike quality, it wasn't being a little girl in the literal sense but it was just plain cute most days, it was that quality that made you want to cuddle her and make her smile.
Shit, before her you'd actually thought it was a little odd to be calling someone 'daddy' but now you wouldn't have it any other way and it felt just a little strange when she said Sir instead. You certainly hadn't thought this would be how you two would grow together but who were you to say what worked and what didn't, you never really in a million years thought of yourself as someone that would be able to take care of another person the way you were with her, even Anne hadn't been that lucky with you...admittedly though you hadn't been the best master to her either. The dynamic you'd had with her was completely different, her attitude was different, how she saw you had been different. You can't help but wonder if part of the reason Ophelia sees you the way she does is because of you being her teacher...as much as you don't want to think that that would be a reason...you thought that you'd both gotten through that part of it. Sure there was some thrill to it initially, it wasn't illegal but it was a power play regardless...and maybe at first that had been some motivation for wanting to get with her and her with you. Now though, after all the talks, all the things that you'd shared with her and the things she'd told you, the training, the punishments, the outrageous amounts of play time you managed to have with her...you fell for her pretty hard. You lean back in your chair and look over the room, this class is literally a godsend compared to the senior class, the room is full of people that have nothing but positive outlooks in front of them and its relaxing to a degree, you glance up at the corner of the room and see O with her head in her hand reading and it makes you smile. You'd realized sometime around the year mark of being together just how much you loved her...and while many people were quick to judge you on why, usually because they assumed you desired her for her body, no one really knew but you why you stayed hopelessly attracted to this woman. You'd seen every part of her, every aspect of her mind, her emotions, her fucking soul...you knew how to make her happy and you also held the knowledge with how to destroy her as a person...she trusted you not to do that though, and that was the base of your dominance over her, she trusted you with everything that was her. She opened herself up to you and you loved everything that you'd seen, even the not so pretty aspects of her life...you'd remembered being angry initially when she'd told you about that creep that had taken advantage when she was younger...you hadn't been sure how to handle news like that, it would have been one thing if she'd been out of it, or if she'd even regretted it afterwards...you supposed...not only had whoever that guy been attempted to drug her into submission he'd forcefully taken something from her that even you would have been hesitant about. She'd even asked at one point a year or so ago why you hadn't brought up anything about wanting to try it and you'd shrugged. You'd never particularly cared for it though you knew it was always a good thing to train a sub for...you'd just put it off at first and now it wasn't something you thought of often at all. After all...generally the girls that wanted to do that were not the type you wanted to stick your bare dick into anyhow. She never had told you who it was though, even now after all the things that you two had shared that was one thing she'd been a strong on, she insisted that it wasn't important and you supposed having happened 15 or so years ago, she wasn't wrong to want to leave it in the past so you stopped trying to get her to tell you.
She must be able to feel you staring because she looks up after a few minutes, when she sees you looking she gives you a small smile and you swear to god that it made you feel like you were on top of the world at that particular moment. You'd been feeling a bit closer to her since the scare last week and you aren't sure why exactly it made you feel like it did but you were much more affectionate lately and you knew that she noticed. She'd been looking forward to today anyhow because it was one step closer to getting to meet your family, which you were still a little on the fence about. You were going with her to apply for a passport, she'd asked you to come and who were you to say no to a face like hers when she asked so nicely, besides it was better than wasting time in your office waiting for the clock to count down hours of your life you'd get back, so you'd agreed. As soon as the last student had left the room, you look up from the book you'd been staring at and look around for a long moment before putting it down and looking at Ophelia who was still sitting with her nose in her book. It was starting to get warmer outside so she had started wearing skirts again and you were not complaining one bit about that fact from where you're sitting, but before you let your thoughts get too dirty you speak up.
"Babygirl are you ready?"
"Yes Sir..." You see her pause before she frowns a bit.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't want to go outside...it's too warm..."
You try not to laugh at the expression on her face. "We have to though...it's not that bad outside."
"Humid..."
"You think you're going to be warm?" You stand up and hold your arms out, the closest you ever got to short sleeves at work was when you rolled them up and even then depending on Niels's attitude that day you could get in trouble. She looks at you for a short minute before sighing.
"You're right Sir...at least if there's a breeze it'll get under my skirt won't it."
"Won't be the only thing getting under there if you keep this up."
She just smiles and packs up her things before throwing her backpack over her shoulder and looking at you expectantly.
"Ready?"
"As I'm going to be Sir."
The entire walk home she's asking you if you're sure she doesn't need to try and get a visa or anything and you repeatedly tell her that because she's American she doesn't need to if her stay is 90 days or less. She seems to accept it at first but then asks you what if the stay is longer and you can't help the sigh that comes out of your mouth.
"We're not staying there for three months...the break is only two months and besides that I'm pretty sure my family would try and kill me if I stayed for longer..."
"How long are we going to be staying there then Sir?"
"A month at the longest..."
"What's it like?"
"Sweden?"
"Yeah..."
"Same as here I suppose...maybe some small differences." You pause and look down at her curiously. "Are you getting excited?"
"Maybe a little..."
"What about meeting my family?"
"Nervous..."
"Don't be...they're pretty easy going..."
"Like you Sir?"
"Well...the old man is...haven't talked to mom or dad's wife in ages though..."
"Your mom and dad aren't together anymore?"
"Nah..."
"Do you get on with her?"
"Yeah...I mean at first it's a little odd because she's not that much older than me but you know what, if it makes him happy..."
"That's good though, you have a better relationship than some of the people I know with steppartents..."
"Well it helps that I'm in my thirties so..."
You hear her let out a short laugh and when you look over at her she has her hand over her mouth trying to keep it stifled.
"How is it that one person can be so fucking adorable and sexy at one time?"
"Guess you're just lucky Sir..."
"I must be..."
For awhile things go smoothly, and while you should have really known better you get comfortable in your day to day life and ignore it. Ophelia practically lives at your place and so a good majority of the time you both walk to classes together until she has to go to Martin's, you usually give her a kiss or a firm swat on the ass to remind her to behave before she heads off in her direction. You go through your classes until around lunch and if you're lucky she manages to get done with classes about the same time and you can eat with her and ask how her morning's been, most of the time she says its fine and then asks you how your day has been...nothing exciting per se. She has your class second to last of the day and on Mondays, Thursdays and every other Friday she has back to back classes with Lab time which means you both can leave together. All in all its a pretty boring routine but you really wouldn't have changed it for much, when you both got to go home together you were usually able to work in some play time with her between projects, homework, studying and grading...if you weren't able to you settled for cuddling with her because it made you just as happy to just hold her some nights. About a month into the new school year though you were presented with something you weren't quite sure how to handle. Normally employers went through Alex to ask about potential graduates and what kind of work they might be able to do...one morning you'd gotten a phone call though. It had been a rare occasion that you'd gotten up before O and as you had been getting ready you heard your phone go off...normally you'd have ignored it because anyone that knew you knew to text you. Your gut was saying to answer it though so you went against your normal response and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Ah...Goodmorning, is this Mr. Rubino I'm speaking too?"
"Well it is my phone so..."
"Linton Rubino?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry to bother you so early, my name is Angela and I am the head of staffing at Med5, have you ever heard of us before?"
"I can't say that i have...look...its early and I can't be late-"
"We're an offshoot company of a bigger medical research corporation. Before I was transfered here I had been looking through your research when you were in Sweden and also the research you had when you came here..."
You can feel your brow furrow as you try to remember what research she would have even been talking about. "Most of that research...it's probably obsolete or lost by now..."
"My concern isn't with wether or not it's obsolete or not...Mr. Rubino the research that I saw was meticulous and thought out, it shows how much you understand about this field."
"Really...I'm flattered but-"
"Surely someone with the knowledge you have shouldn't be relegated to teaching."
"Yet here we are..."
"Mr. Rubino I need people that are knowledgeable in research, I've been given the green light to extend a job offer to you in our lab. If you were to accept this job offer you would have full benefits and i'm sure you'd be making more than you are now."
You really aren't sure what to say so you stay quiet...
"I realize that this is a little sudden..."
"I'm going to need time to think this over..."
"I understand completely...I can call you back in a few weeks to see where you are with your decision if that works best for you."
"Yeah..."
"Ok...I do hope that you consider this job seriously, we would be honored to have you join us."
"I'll...I'll get back to you on that."
"Alright, well you have a good day Mr. Rubino, I hope to hear from you soon."
When the other end of the call goes silent you pull your phone away from your ear in a slight bit of disbelief.
You decide that maybe during class you should do some research...you feel like this is just an elaborate joke...no one had taken your notes or your research seriously at the time...and you had a hard time believing that some company somewhere had stumbled upon your work and said 'we need this guy'. Thought if it wasn't a joke...the timing was almost impeccable. You glance at the clock and let out a loud 'fuck' before you head upstairs to wake Ophelia and everyone else up, when you get into your room you see her on her stomach and the way that she's laying leaves her very open to you. You had always liked that she slept naked but right now it was being a bit of a distraction, you try to ignore how much you want to touch her and proceed to shake her a bit until she opens her eyes and looks around a bit confused. She rolls onto her side so that she's facing you and you inwardly sigh because you really want to touch but there isn't time.
"Mornin Daddy..."
You let your hand run through her hair...you could spare some time for that. "Morning...we need to get going babygirl...we're going to be late."
"What time is it?"
"Almost 8..."
You see her face go through a few expressions...bewilderment, realization, shock and panic before she sits up quickly and mumbles some curses, getting up and searching for her clothes and starting to throw them on. Even though you know you're running late a bit you can't help but sit on your bed and watch her pull on the clothes she'd asked you about last night and you feel a small amount of amusement when you see her forgo panties in the name of saving a few seconds. You make a mental note of it and when you see her getting ready to turn around to give you a look you stand up and follow her downstairs, you watch the sway her hips make naturally and you feel a very perverted smile spread over your face but you decide to stowe the ideas for later.
You all are out the door and walking rather quickly by ten til and for the first time in a while you don't get to chat with O very much on the walk to work, any time you two talked was always a welcome distraction from life in general and the fact that you weren't able to do it this morning made you feel like you'd be off all day. You knew that she would and you were hoping that lunch would line up right today so that you could make up that time...you feel her squeeze your hand a little and it draws you out of your thoughts enough to look at her with raised brows.
"Are you ok Sir?"
"I'm fine princess..." It's literally out of your mouth before you can stop yourself from saying it and while you are internally smacking yourself in the face you don't show any outward signs of having said anything odd.
"Princess, that's a new one Sir..." You can see her fight back an amused laugh and the way her face actually seems to light up makes you feel like you will literally melt from the adorableness she's putting off. "How many names are you going to have for me Daddy..."
"As many as I want babygirl..."
"I like it...to be honest Sir, you're the only one that's called me by pet names and I haven't felt like its an effort to avoid remembering my name."
The admission makes you feel a bit sad that anyone would do that but the fact that you had done it in your younger years makes you feel a bit guilty which doesn't go unnoticed by her, it's like she can read your thoughts without you having said a word.
"I know how you were then...karma got you back through Anne. If you were just a fuckboy you wouldn't still be here with me."
She had a very good point, Anne had done exactly what you'd done to girls for years and it had taken that to make you realize it sadly enough...she was also right about the second comment as well...if all you wanted was to fuck her you would have moved on by now...you would've left as soon as the words 'i'm late' came out of her mouth.
"We've both put a lot of time and effort into this...and I mean...this, " She puts her finger through her necklace. "This was a serious commitment for both of us."
"You're essentially engaged to me with that on..."
"I know Daddy..."
You want so badly to just blow off class and continue to talk to her but when you two get to the main doors to the building and head towards the stairs you know that there isn't time. When you get the top of the staircase she gives you a long look before she walks over to you and puts her arms around your middle in a tight hug, you return it and lean down so that you can give the top of her head a small kiss before you tell her to go to class. She hesitates a little before she lets you go and turns to walk away...you aren't sure how you feel right now but something had changed with both of you in the last week, and the fact that she had hugged you the way she did made you feel at least a bit better. Even dominants needed hugs sometimes too you supposed.
You spend the majority of your day stumbling over lectures and being generally unprepared and distracted...between the job offer-which you still needed to research-and the quite frankly emotional talk you'd had with O that morning...you were feeling out of sorts. You felt moody as hell and you were sure that if anyone got on your bad side today that you'd lay into them hard, even Simon-who was usually the only other person besides O that could almost never piss you off was irritating you with his cheerfulness. You give up half way through your lecture and tell all of the unsure faces in the room to just read the chapter and do the mini-tests at the end and call it quits for the day until your senior class was scheduled. You had thought a lot about what Simon had said when he found out Sara was going to be having a baby and after about an hour of grading papers in silence you start to wonder if maybe he had a point. Simon had said that maybe it was time, maybe it was the universe trying to tell him that it was time to settle the hell down. The pregnancy scare had gotten you thinking about a future with a child in the picture...which you'd been a little anxious about at first but it seemed like more of a plausible idea the more you'd thought on it...the only issue you'd had was a job that would support this ideal life you had in your head...and now you'd gotten an offer for a job that was better than what you had now. You'd met her parents and after a very taxing stay you'd managed to come to the realization that it wasn't just a strong attraction to her...and that you weren't playing around with the idea of loving her. You'd realized very quickly that you wanted her...you wanted her body, her mind, her spirit...you wanted everything that was her and this last week had been almost torture to you. She was literally on your mind all day and the only time that you didn't fucking miss her was when you got to talk to her or when you were home with her, in a way you felt a bit pathetic but on the other hand you didn't really care if you were or not. You were happy with her and there was no shame in that at all, even if sometimes she acted like a brat.
You leave your room between your classes and since it's still fairly early in the day you decide to hide out in the staff's breakroom...you normally didn't come here because you always seemed to come in at the same time as Candace and Karen and you could not promise that you would be nice if they started in on you today. When you push the door open you feel a wave of relief hit you that it is empty and you make quick work of commandeering the table with your laptop, you needed to research some things anyhow and what better time to do it than now you supposed. You tap your fingers against the table impatiently while the internet decides it wants to load and once it does you type in Med5 and go through the results until you find a website that looks legit enough to click on. When you do click on it, you read through the mission statement and even go into the different departments...when you see the research department you expand the menu and put your hands over your mouth in a bit of surprise. Pharmacological research, rehab research, medical device research...there were a lot of sub departments under research and you can't help a small chuckle that comes out of your mouth. You laugh because you're actually surprised that this company exists...the humor of them picking up research that was ten or so years old made you laugh harder and the fact that they'd based wanting to hire you off of that was downright hilarious. You were smart, but you weren't sure if they were really aware of how many brain cells you'd killed since taking this teaching job...between drinking and smoking you weren't sure you'd even be able to figure out your own notes. You sit there for what feels like forever with your hand over your mouth still trying to really come to terms with the fact that this job offer is real, the timing is just perfect though...after everything this is just feeling like what Simon had described as the universe trying to kick his ass into gear.
You close out of the site when you hear footsteps coming down the small hall that lead to the break room and mentally you are saying every curse word that you know...in english and in swedish because you just wanted to revel in this by yourself. You watch the door open before you see Candace's bitter face make an appearance and once her eyes land on you her expression sours more. She goes on to make herself something to drink...tea by the smell of it before she sits down across from you, all the while still fucking staring at you with a shitty expression.
"Can I fucking help you?"
"No need to curse..."
"I feel like I have to between you staring at me with a damn deathglare since you walked in the room."
She's quiet for a long time before she puts both of her arms on the table and leans forward a bit, you sigh internally because you feel like you've done this before.
"You can't find someone you're own age?"
"Candace I swear to god..."
"And why a student? It's sick..."
"What about two adults fucking is sick?"
"I know what she calls you..."
You stare at her from over your laptop and raise a brow slowly. "What have you heard?"
"I've heard her call you...I don't even want to say it."
"Why?"
"It's wrong."
"Says who? You?"
"You're taking advantage of that poor girl, using being her te-"
"I'm going to stop you right there...do you really want to get this started right now with me?"
She doesn't answer you but her glare stays intact on her face.
"Because if you want to talk about taking advantage..."
"It's abuse!"
You close your laptop and give her a small smile but there really isn't much warmth behind it. "You want to talk about abuse? about relationships?"
She opens her mouth but you've been on such a short fuse today already that you cut off whatever her argument is.
"Because I can go on for days about abusive relationships....like you and your...what...third husband now? How many times does he tell you that what you think is dumb...maybe he smacks you around a little too. I mean we're not stupid we see the bruises every once in a while...so you're going to preach to me about relationships when you willingly stay with that piece of shit?"
"It's none of your business..."
"You're right...it isn't...just like who I fuck isn't any of your business."
"She's a student, its' differ-"
"She's an adult...who can make her own decisions...and every time I tie her up...smack her ass, bite her, or fuck her so hard she begs...its because she wants me to."
You don't think you've ever seen Candace speechless before but you were doing a fine job of it now. You feel like you are out from under someone's thumb and it feels so nice...you aren't sure if its the job offer...or the fact that it feels liberating to say exactly what you're thinking...but you keep going.
"I don't hit her, I don't make her do things she doesn't want, I don't belittle her, I don't disrespect her...can you say that about your husband and your relationship?"
You put your things away when she doesn't answer you and once everything is safely inside your bag you stand up and put your hands on your hips, looking at the older woman like she was a child that had said something out of line.
"Oh...and that word you don't want to say...she calls me Daddy." Its like the name makes her want to cringe. "She's my little girl and honestly Candace...I don't give a fuck anymore what people know...go and tell the whole school at this rate. But if I see you or anyone else ever talking bad about her...you are really going to wish that you'd have kept that fucking mouth of yours shut."
"Are you threatening me?"
"If it has to be a threat then it will be." You walk towards the door before you stop and look back at her, "Oh...and you should really try some roleplay in the bedroom...might make you less uptight at work." You don't wait for an answer before you leave and let the door almost slam shut behind you. The reality of what you just did really didn't set in until you were sitting at your desk staring at your book...you were going to get a nice talking to for that you were sure...your ass was going to get chewed out...but the longer you thought about it all the more you realized that you didn't care.
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Linton had been off for a bit, you weren't sure why...it had been a spur of the moment decision to hug him when he's gotten to the top of the stairs and you weren't regretting it by any means...he'd needed it. He'd been very affectionate the last week and while it was very nice and you liked it it made you want to know what was going on in his mind, you're tempted to think that the pregnancy scare had had something to do with it but you weren't sure. Either way you felt like he needed you this time, like despite the fact that he was the one in charge that he was in some sort of inner turmoil that you couldn't actually help him with...so the next best thing was to try and make him as happy as you could. He'd also seemed distracted and while you wanted to ask him you knew better...he'd tell you if and when he was ready too, so you tried hard to put it to the back of your mind and focus on Martin's lecture but you just can't. All you can think about is really the next time you'll get the chance to see him or talk to him...and it leads you down another path of thinking immediately. You'd done your research before you'd ever seriously put this necklace on...you knew what you were expected to act like as a submissive but you knew that there were many things that Linton had let fly...you'd gotten away with many things. You'd noticed a trend in how you acted around him changing too...maybe it was all the stress that had you seeing it clearly now but when you put your mind to it you know it began just before your parents' house...it felt like the more he called you little girl or babygirl that it made you feel comfortable enough to act in a not so adult way sometimes and he never seemed to point it out or correct it. It wasn't like you were reverting back to being a total child around him although sometimes your sense of humor bordered on it you were sure...but the whole situation was freeing to you, it didn't take much for him to make your haywired mind quiet down anymore and that was the most amazing feeling to you. You weren't even sure what you would have called what yo had anymore really...you would've been fine leaving it unnamed but curiosity about his lifestyle choice had led you down a rabbit hold, and you wanted to know why the dynamic had turned into what it was now. You also wondered how much of his want to support and protect you stemmed from how he saw you...how exactly did he see you? Did he see you as a capable woman that could handle herself in the world or did he see you as the little girl he always called you. And you didn't even know where to start with why calling him Daddy felt better than Sir or Master...Daddy felt more right than his actual name anymore. You want so badly to know how he sees you right now but you already know you won't ask, you can tell he's not in a good place to day and you don't want to make it worse with these questions.
When lunch rolls around you are literally the first one out of Martin's classroom and once you get into the hallway you make a determined line for his office...you feel almost 90% sure that he'll be there if he doesn't feel like interacting with humans...his office was his safe haven sometimes though that never kept you out. You're so concentrated on your task that you inadvertently shoulder check someone in the hall and initially you feel bad and stop walking so you can turn around and apologize but when you see who it is you bite off the apology before it even starts. You see Gunner picking up his books with a glare...but there is something else in his eyes that you can't place and it makes you feel uncomfortable.
"You really should pay more attention to your environment..." He stands up and throws his backpack over his shoulder looking like he might turn to leave but instead he stands there and keeps looking at you with a eery expression that makes you tighten your grip on the strap of your pack. You just want to get as far away from him as you can.
You don't say anything before you turn around and start walking again, ignoring his increasingly mocking calls behind you, you hear him call you a fucking bitch before you quit listening and focus on getting to Linton's office again. When you get there you look at the bottom of the door and see the light is off and you can't help a rather un-adult like pout before you turn around and start back the way you came, you'd already looked in his classroom and felt a little annoyed that he wasn't there either. You dig for your phone before pulling it out of your pants and looking through your messages as you walk glancing up every few seconds to make sure that you don't run into anyone, there are no new messages aside from the ones you have from some wierd unknown number which were all blank. That was something else you needed to probably bring up when you got the chance to talk to him...you open up the last message he sent you and start typing a new message in response before you feel someone grab a hold of your backpack and pull you off to the side, you're first instinct is to punch whoever it is that is behind you so you break free of their grip and spin around with your fist raised, you are literally running on adrenaline at this point until you see a familiar boyish smile-albeit a bit sad at the moment.
"Jesus fucking christ I could've decked you...don't you know better than to sneak up on a lady?"
"I've hardly been sneaking...how could you miss me?" He lifts his arms up a bit to show off his rather bright shirt before he leans in close to you but not so close that it looks like PDA...you both had decided if you could keep it to a minimum at work it would be best. Him being this close to you made you feel a light flush spread over your cheeks and you really want to hide it but you keep your hands where they are. What comes out of his mouth surprises you a bit though.
"I missed you O."
At first you aren't sure what to say to it...of course you missed him to but to hear him flat out say it felt a little odd. "I missed you too Sir...what's been up with you lately?"
"More than we have time to talk about over lunch..."
For the first time in three years...he blows off his afternoon class before the advanced class so that he can talk with you...while you also blow off your afternoon class. He walks with you to the dining hall and at first you want to remind him that there are literally hundreds of people there, all of which would just jump at a chance to see for themselves if all of this was true...you were a little anxious that things would go badly. You were still getting dirty comments from the people that had seen the picture and you didn't even want to think about what the other teachers thought of him. You feel him give your hand a small squeeze and it feels like the worry you had subsided a bit before he lets you lead him to the normal table in the back that you camp at during your lunches. When you go to sit down you see the strange look he's giving you and after trying to figure out what was wrong without asking you give in.
"What's wrong Sir?"
"You have no lunch."
"I know Sir..."
He looks at you for a long moment. "You didn't eat this morning either..."
"No Sir...I don't normally..." You trail off a bit when you can see he's already decided that you are going to eat today.
"Stay here."
"Ok Sir...what are you doing?"
He already has his back turned to you getting ready to walk away when he shakes his head and points at the table. "Don't question it and just stay here little girl."
You aren't entirely sure what about the way he says it makes you feel both a little turned on and to a lesser extent a little offended that he's telling you to stay...he knows damn well that you aren't going anywhere and you don't even try to hide the look of annoyance on your face.
When he comes back you can clearly see that he's gotten food for both of you and while you want so badly to stay annoyed with him for assuming you'd not stay where you were...he had food, and you were hungry now that you were thinking about it. He finally sits down and gets what he's eating off the tray before he slides it over in front of you and looks at you with a slightly expectant look on his face.
"Hard to stay mad at me when I have food isn't it."
You don't answer him but you nod, you don't make a move to try and eat the food in front of you either which earns you a pretty stern look from across the table.
"Do I need to come across this table and feed you?"
"No Sir..."
"Then eat...I know you're hungry I can hear your stomach."
You reluctantly pick up your fork and start to eat, and you could swear that nothing has ever tasted as good as what you were eating now.
When you finally stop being hangry, you apologize to which he nods and says that hangry or not the next time you acted like that he'd give your ass a swat. You nod before watching him a bit, he isn't looking at you but he's looking at the wall just behind you and you can tell that he's not entirely present in the moment so you clear your throat a little which brings him back.
"What's been up with you lately Sir?"
"I...do not even know where to start with that..."
"I love the affection...but you've been...off, Sir..."
"I know babygirl...I've just had a lot on my mind..."
"You can tell me you know...I'm always here if you need to talk Daddy..."
You see him smile slightly. "I know...you have your own things that you worry about...you don't need my shit adding to it."
"You don't need to worry about my problems but you do...so why wouldn't I worry about yours? They're our problems..."
He almost acts like he isn't sure how to react to your answer so he stays quiet but seems to think about it. You mean it though, even if you were somehow lesser than him-which you weren't-your problems and his problems were 'our' problems, that was how every relationship you'd even known had worked anyway. You reach over the table hesitantly, you can see a few people looking back in the direction of where you two are sitting but you ignore it as best you can before you put your hand over his, he moves his hand so that he can cover yours with his but doesn't do much else.
"Were you disappointed too?"
You know before he answers because his eyes always give him away, they look sad and it makes you frown because you'd not thought he'd been as disappointed as you had... "At first no...at first I was relieved because there was just...no way that it would work out well..."
"Were you angry?"
"Admittedly...a little." He looks at your hand in his and sighs. "I didn't have anyone else to blame for it though, so I wasn't angry long...Simon and I were talking while you and Sara were taking the tests..."
"About what?"
"All of it...Simon said...that he felt like the universe was trying to tell him that it was time, things were falling into place for him." He runs his thumb over the back of yoru hand absently. "After you said you weren't...I thought about it...about everything that has happened the last few years and...I came to the realization that I can see what Simon was getting at. I knew what I thought about you after a year O...after everything that has happened I can say that I know that I don't want this to end. I don't care anymore who knows...i can't even really say how i feel because I don't know how to say it if I'm being honest...I've never felt the need to express anything like this with words before..."
"You don't have to...you do pretty well with actions Sir..." You bite your lip when you sense that question on the tip of your tongue...you don't want to ask it but if you don't he'll know you're not asking something...he always knows.
"Can I ask you something Sir?"
"Yes..."
"How do you see me now Sir? Sometimes you make me feel like a capable woman...other times you make me feel like a kid...I'm not even sure what we are anymore..."
"Do we need to have a name for what we are? I see you. You're a bratty teenager that doesn't like to listen and likes to push my buttons, you need rules, you need punished when you over step those rules and quite frankly sometimes you just need someone to look after you." He nods at the tray in front of you. "You are also a very capable, smart, talented and independent woman that doesn't need anyone...the only reason I have any power over you babygirl is because you let me."
You want to answer him but you aren't sure you know how...
"I never really thought that i'd ever get into the whole...daddy thing...I didn't know that I had it in me or that I even enjoyed it. And you? When you're around me now...you are entirely relaxed, so much so that you let everything go and that is the most amazing feeing to be able to watch over you like that."
"It doesn't seem odd to you?"
"Not even in the slightest...that's who you are O. You should never feel bad about who you are. Shit, you could be a full fledged little and I wouldn't feel any different about you than I do now...we're both learning about ourselves trust me."
"I am definitely not a little though...I know that."
"Eh...I wouldn't be so quick to say you aren't. Labels in this lifestyle are a little vague."
"I'm not about to have a pacifier in my mouth Linton."
He looks at you for a short second before chuckling and you can't help but laugh a little too. "No...you aren't that little. Like I said...bratty teenager seems to work for you." He gives your hand a small smack before he lets go. "Old enough to know better but not old enough you're out of the woods just yet." He puts his hand over his mouth trying to hide a cocky smile. "You still need a daddy."
"Is it strange that we still have sex then?"
"No...we're both adults. It's not like I'm pretending you're a fucking fourteen year old...thats just fucked up."
"Yeah...and I'm definitely not calling you Daddy and picturing my dad..." You pause for a second and he gives you a questioning look before you answer him. "I think I legitimately almost threw up a little..."
He laughs and you see his smile light up his eyes and it makes you smile back at him, maybe he just needed that small talk, you knew that you needed it.
He looks at his phone for a few seconds to check the time and it makes you remember the other thing that you needed to bring up to him, you pull out your phone and slide it over to him. When he gives you a strange look and picks it up you explain.
"I've been getting texts...I don't know the number and the texts are always blank so i've just been ignoring them but they keep sending more..."
He goes through your messages and looks at the amount of them you've received and you can see his eyebrows raise before he looks at you. "Why didn't you say something about this sooner?"
"Honestly it slips my mind Sir...and for a while they stopped sending them."
"Have they called you?"
"Once or twice but like the texts...no one says anything. It's like a prank call."
He pulls out a pen and writes the number on his hand before he slides your phone back over to you. "Babygirl next time you get a call or a text from them tell me...ok?"
"I will...what are you going to do Sir?"
"Don't worry about that...promise me that you'll tell me."
"I promise Daddy..."
"Good...we should probably go though, class starts soon and I can't do a proper lab without my TA can I."
It makes you blush more than it should but the fact you turn pink just makes him smile before he gets up and takes the tray, waiting for you to get your things together and stand up as well. You walk with him out of the dining hall and he doesn't seem to notice some of the other teachers present staring...then again after what he'd told you he more than likely didn't care that they saw him walking with you...with his hand very obviously down your back pocket.
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You weren't angry with the fact that she didn't tell you about the texts sooner, angry wasn't the word for it, more that you were a little upset over it really. You understood though, it hadn't been hard to forget things lately, you'd both apparently had a lot on your minds and this talk you'd had with her had made you feel more confidant about what this was turning into. Truth be told you were also wondering what the hell you were even calling the relationship between you now...never in your whole life had you remotely considered being a Daddy...and having to deal with a little wasn't something you were sure you'd have ever considered. It had always struck you as a bit weird but who were you to judge really. You'd noticed it though, little slips here and there of that demeanor she had most of the time...sometimes she'd pout, sometimes she'd whine about something, sometimes she'd openly defy you but it wasn't because she was actively trying to make you punish her...she was pushing your buttons to see how much you'd let her get away with and she was always open for attention wether it was sexual or not...she was very much like a teenager when she was completely relaxed around you. That was simply a part of her that neither of you had known existed until recently, and as much as you tried to wrap your head around the fact that years ago you would've been appalled at the idea...you found enjoyment in it now. You enjoyed being the person that looked after her when she needed to let it all go, you enjoyed feeling of being her rock and her protection, you fucking loved it. You knew that she enjoyed being the one thing you were weak for too, admittedly she knew that, and you knew that she did. Power exchange was a funny thing you supposed, you gave her confidence and strength to a degree...and she became your one and only weakness in life. As you'd walked out of the hall with her you'd given no fucks about sliding your hand into her back pocket, you saw the stares from some of the staff, some of the students even...but you didn't care anymore. If they were going to fire you, they would find a way...you already knew that Alex wanted you to quit and you had had a gut feeling that this year would be the year although nothing had happened yet. All you were sure of was that if anyone went after Ophelia you weren't going to be able to be held responsible for you actions...if anyone hurt her you'd kill them.
It's a lab day and since most of the students in your class are smart enough to know the rules by now you all meet in the lab, when you and O get there all of them already have their PPE in hand and are just waiting for class to start before they put it on...all except one. You give O a look before she nods and goes over to get her own set of PPE and while you look over the class your eyes fall on Gunner...who is openly staring at O as she walks past him and part of you-the very protective part-wants to call him out on it but the part of you that says he should know better wins out..he's unlikely to try anything during class. You can already see that he doesn't have his stuff in hand and has once again refused your rules for the lab, which you aren't surprised about in the least.
"Adams. Why don't you have your PPE on?"
"Never actually do anything here anyway..." He's not looking at you and you feel a stern expression slide across your face...much like when O was misbehaving really.
"Look at me when you're talking to me."
"You heard me fine."
You move from your spot at the desk and start a calm but obviously intimidating walk towards him, the students that you pass by part like water and you can see in their faces despite some of them not being younger than you that they are not going to stand up to you in anyway...they're fucking scared and that was exactly what you wanted. When you come up behind him he's still looking in Ophelia's direction, it's not a secret that he's staring at her ass as she puts on her shoe covers and it only feeds the feeling of anger you're trying to keep level. Gunner was probably a good few inches shorter than you, so when you put your hand on his shoulder firmly it wasn't hard to keep him from spinning around, you were a lot stronger than he thought you were. You dig your fingers into his skin just under his collar bone and you can see him try to wiggle away from you but you push your thumb into his back and it makes him stop moving, he is entirely at your mercy.
"I heard you fine...but you're going to show some respect while you're here. Put your shit on and stop dicking off."
When you let go of him he reacts as if he's been holding his breath the whole time and when he looks at you its a look of disbelief that you'd dare to touch him. You give him a warning look before he starts to gather his own set and put it on reluctantly although he is mumbling and bitching the whole time.
The class goes by without much more incident although you notice many times that both Rob and Gunner are staring quite openly at O...you do your best to ignore it for the time being though, after all this was your class and you had to be professional about at least a few things. You can tell that she feels them looking though, she does everything she possibly can to avoid looking in their direction and even slyly switched sides with you so that she doesn't have to be on their side of the class. Despite having warned Rob several times...and shown that you were not someone to fuck with...these two were still a constant pain in your ass. You had a sneaking suspicion that they were responsible for the text messages to her phone but without proof you had nothing...you intended to visit the IT department later that day to find out though. You spend a majority of the class period letting Ophelia lead the lecture really only chiming in when she was having trouble or if someone had questions, she was really very good at teaching but you didn't think it was something she wanted to do with her whole life so you just sit and watch her with a small amount of admiration because she is just so fucking smart...that and the knowledge that she had no panties on under all of her clothes was still duly noted in you mind. You could be professional as much as you wanted...you were still pretty perverted though and it didn't help that she didn't have to try to turn you on either, she was literally doing nothing sexy at the moment...talking about human biological systems, mechanical aspects and reactions to different materials...but you'd be a liar if you said that you weren't getting a bit hard just listening to her talk. For a short time though you are not focused on Rob and Gunner practically eye fucking her...you couldn't do anything about it now anyway.
When class if finally over, you help her clean up...you want out of here as quickly as you can and your office hours be damned. She looks at you a bit strangely when she sees you helping her put things away but when she catches sight of why you're trying to hurry she stops and leans on one of the tables.
"Daddy..."
You don't stop doing what you're doing per se but you do look at her. "Hm?"
She walks over to you and looks down before she gives you a smile. "Can I?"
You struggle with the decision...the class is over and everyone has gone home...the doors aren't locked though so anyone could come in...on the other hand she was offering and you weren't one to turn down an offer...you put down what you were holding and let out a sigh giving her forehead a kiss. "Go on babygirl..." You reach down and undo your belt and your pants and before you get a chance to pull your hands away she's got her hands hooked into the waist of your pants pulling them down enough that she can get to you. She drops to her knees and pulls your cock out, running her hand over you slowly, she presses her lips against you lightly working her way to the tip and rubbing her lips against you teasingly almost.
"If you keep teasing you'll end up choking..."
She presses a kiss to the head and looks up at you with a small smile...one that is far to innocent for her. "I like when you use my mouth though Sir..."
You have to close your eyes when she says that, you know she does but hearing her say it never fails to make your cock twitch at the thought. "Open up and suck Daddy's cock with that pretty mouth then..."
She doesn't even hesitate after you say that, she closes her eyes and takes most of you into her mouth and its really all you can do to not groan loudly, her mouth feels amazing, it always has and like all the other times you try to keep yourself in check at first. You can feel her hands gripping onto the fabric of your pants as she starts to move her head in a steady rhythm, you find one of your hands sliding over her hair to the back of her head, wrapping her hair around your hand before taking a bit of control. You feel her let out a small moan when she feels your hand behind her and when she slides her mouth down over again you give her a bit of an extra push which pushes your cock the rest of the way into her mouth. She fists her hands against your legs and relaxes before you guide her head back, you watch her as you guide her mouth back down again, watching your whole length disappear into her mouth, you can feel her swallow around you and you let out a low groan before you feel your hips flex a bit, you aren't going to last too long if she keeps this up and when she looks up at you you give her a look that says your thoughts. She seems to understand and moves her hands up to your hips bracing herself a bit before you start to move her head up and down your cock, you push her down onto you far enough that you can feel yourself practically in her throat and you swear that its the best feeling in the damn world. She lets you hold her head there, she lets you hold her head still and fuck her mouth, she lets you choke her with your cock and the best part of it is that she enjoys it as much as you do. She's digging her nails into the skin of your hips, moaning around you, and looking up at you with those fucking eyes...you get lost in it. You let go of her hair and let her go back to her own pace, leaving your hand on the back of her head but not guiding her anymore, she takes you in fully and pulls back sucking hard on your head before she does it all again. You feel her push your cock into her throat and moan around you and you feel your hips push forward and the sound she makes makes you hold her head there and move your hips against her quickly before letting her pull back with a loud gasp. She's back on you quickly though, you can feel your end coming quickly and out of habit you put your hand against her shoulder, you can't even talk right now, all that would come out would be a obscenely loud moan so you let your eyes close as she starts to suck on your cock hard, massaging her lips and tongue over you, she forces you into her throat again and it undoes you, you fist your hand in her hair and hold her head down against your dick as you feel your hips thrust against her mouth, you're sure that she's digging her nails into your skin hard enough you'll bleed but you don't rightly care. You're watching her face as she struggles to relax enough to let your fuck her throat and when she looks up at you you feel your body tense up and that ball of pleasure release violently, you let out a long groan and keep her mouth down over your cock hard. You aren't even in control of your hips anymore, you feel them spasaming against her mouth and its hard to keep your eyes open to watch her.
"Fuck...swallow it all princess...." If you weren't so far gone you would have cringed at the sound of your own voice but it only serves to make her try to accept your release more.
When she can't stay down any longer she pulls her head back and starts to cough, you can see a small bit of cum around her mouth and when you feel yourself returning back to reality you watch her lean forward and lick what was left off of you before she stands up and tucks you back into your pants. You had your head back against the cabinets, you were still trying to ground yourself entirely before you tried to do much else, when you felt her right your clothes for you you can't help but look at her for a long moment. You bring your hand up and wipe the small amount of release off her lips before watching her take your thumb into her mouth to clean it off, you're actually a bit speechless right now...there are many things you want to tell her but all you can manage is a quiet 'good girl' before you pull her into your arms and kiss her hard. It takes a few minutes to get yourself back to normal and when you do, you both finish putting things away for the night, you feel a little bad every time she coughs but she seems to just smile and move on so you don't read too much into it. When everything is put away and you both have your things you open the door for her and lock up, you turn to see her looking at you with a strange look.
"What?"
"Why were you hard in the middle of lab Daddy?"
"I blame you..."
She smiles. "Was it because I was talking nerdy?"
You can't help but smile back, you actually laugh and put your arm around her before you both start walking towards the stairs. "Yes babygirl...it was because you were talking nerdy."
"I knew it..."
"How's your throat?"
She doesn't answer you right away and just when you start to say something she answers. "Thoroughly fucked Sir."
"Won't be the only thing thoroughly fucked tonight..."
"I hope so."
You smile and let her go down the stairs before you, partially so you can watch her ass and partially because it was habit, and before long you were both walking outside. You look at her for a short minute before looking in the direction of the house.
"You're place or mine?"
"Your's Sir...I don't have to be quiet..."
"I was hoping you'd say that."
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Standard
Notes: none
Warnings: none
The next week goes by uneventfully...for the most part at least. No one seems to want to cause trouble with you or O and while you like it-because for once no one is bothering either of you-you are suspicious, this had happened before...right before that damn picture of you two had been put up for any student to see. After the stress of her exams you spent most of your time with her holding her and letting her relax on you, lord knew she needed it and there was always something adorable about the way she cuddled up against you that you liked so you figured why mess with a good thing. You both loved sex but it wasn't something that needed to happen every time you touched her. She spends a majority of her time sitting in on your classes and there were only a handful of times that it was distracting enough that you had to avoid that side of the room, and only a few times that it was because she'd been teasing on purpose. She was between her junior and senior classes so there was really no need for her to even be here aside from her TA duties...which lately had been cleaning the lab for you because you were admittedly a bit of a lazy bastard when it came to that area. It also gave her something to fill the time between her classes ending and when your office hours were over...it worked for both of you so you weren't going to mess with something that worked so well. Even with her being there most of the day for that week it still sucked though, you had told her that during classes she needed to behave and most of the time she did, you wanted her to break that rule so badly though...deep down in your soul you wanted her to break it just once maybe...but it wasn't because you wanted to punish her for it, you liked her being a little feisty. In all honesty you'd watched her go from pretty reserved and more than willing to let you do anything you wanted-even when she didn't want you to which had been something you'd tried time and time again to stress to her that she needed to say something. Now though, she'd let you push her up until she couldn't handle it, and she was a lot more bold about what she wanted from you, you were starting to see a part of her that she probably didn't even know existed. When she was with you and relaxed she took on this adorable quasi-childlike quality, it wasn't being a little girl in the literal sense but it was just plain cute most days, it was that quality that made you want to cuddle her and make her smile.
Shit, before her you'd actually thought it was a little odd to be calling someone 'daddy' but now you wouldn't have it any other way and it felt just a little strange when she said Sir instead. You certainly hadn't thought this would be how you two would grow together but who were you to say what worked and what didn't, you never really in a million years thought of yourself as someone that would be able to take care of another person the way you were with her, even Anne hadn't been that lucky with you...admittedly though you hadn't been the best master to her either. The dynamic you'd had with her was completely different, her attitude was different, how she saw you had been different. You can't help but wonder if part of the reason Ophelia sees you the way she does is because of you being her teacher...as much as you don't want to think that that would be a reason...you thought that you'd both gotten through that part of it. Sure there was some thrill to it initially, it wasn't illegal but it was a power play regardless...and maybe at first that had been some motivation for wanting to get with her and her with you. Now though, after all the talks, all the things that you'd shared with her and the things she'd told you, the training, the punishments, the outrageous amounts of play time you managed to have with her...you fell for her pretty hard. You lean back in your chair and look over the room, this class is literally a godsend compared to the senior class, the room is full of people that have nothing but positive outlooks in front of them and its relaxing to a degree, you glance up at the corner of the room and see O with her head in her hand reading and it makes you smile. You'd realized sometime around the year mark of being together just how much you loved her...and while many people were quick to judge you on why, usually because they assumed you desired her for her body, no one really knew but you why you stayed hopelessly attracted to this woman. You'd seen every part of her, every aspect of her mind, her emotions, her fucking soul...you knew how to make her happy and you also held the knowledge with how to destroy her as a person...she trusted you not to do that though, and that was the base of your dominance over her, she trusted you with everything that was her. She opened herself up to you and you loved everything that you'd seen, even the not so pretty aspects of her life...you'd remembered being angry initially when she'd told you about that creep that had taken advantage when she was younger...you hadn't been sure how to handle news like that, it would have been one thing if she'd been out of it, or if she'd even regretted it afterwards...you supposed...not only had whoever that guy been attempted to drug her into submission he'd forcefully taken something from her that even you would have been hesitant about. She'd even asked at one point a year or so ago why you hadn't brought up anything about wanting to try it and you'd shrugged. You'd never particularly cared for it though you knew it was always a good thing to train a sub for...you'd just put it off at first and now it wasn't something you thought of often at all. After all...generally the girls that wanted to do that were not the type you wanted to stick your bare dick into anyhow. She never had told you who it was though, even now after all the things that you two had shared that was one thing she'd been a strong on, she insisted that it wasn't important and you supposed having happened 15 or so years ago, she wasn't wrong to want to leave it in the past so you stopped trying to get her to tell you.
She must be able to feel you staring because she looks up after a few minutes, when she sees you looking she gives you a small smile and you swear to god that it made you feel like you were on top of the world at that particular moment. You'd been feeling a bit closer to her since the scare last week and you aren't sure why exactly it made you feel like it did but you were much more affectionate lately and you knew that she noticed. She'd been looking forward to today anyhow because it was one step closer to getting to meet your family, which you were still a little on the fence about. You were going with her to apply for a passport, she'd asked you to come and who were you to say no to a face like hers when she asked so nicely, besides it was better than wasting time in your office waiting for the clock to count down hours of your life you'd get back, so you'd agreed. As soon as the last student had left the room, you look up from the book you'd been staring at and look around for a long moment before putting it down and looking at Ophelia who was still sitting with her nose in her book. It was starting to get warmer outside so she had started wearing skirts again and you were not complaining one bit about that fact from where you're sitting, but before you let your thoughts get too dirty you speak up.
"Babygirl are you ready?"
"Yes Sir..." You see her pause before she frowns a bit.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't want to go outside...it's too warm..."
You try not to laugh at the expression on her face. "We have to though...it's not that bad outside."
"Humid..."
"You think you're going to be warm?" You stand up and hold your arms out, the closest you ever got to short sleeves at work was when you rolled them up and even then depending on Niels's attitude that day you could get in trouble. She looks at you for a short minute before sighing.
"You're right Sir...at least if there's a breeze it'll get under my skirt won't it."
"Won't be the only thing getting under there if you keep this up."
She just smiles and packs up her things before throwing her backpack over her shoulder and looking at you expectantly.
"Ready?"
"As I'm going to be Sir."
The entire walk home she's asking you if you're sure she doesn't need to try and get a visa or anything and you repeatedly tell her that because she's American she doesn't need to if her stay is 90 days or less. She seems to accept it at first but then asks you what if the stay is longer and you can't help the sigh that comes out of your mouth.
"We're not staying there for three months...the break is only two months and besides that I'm pretty sure my family would try and kill me if I stayed for longer..."
"How long are we going to be staying there then Sir?"
"A month at the longest..."
"What's it like?"
"Sweden?"
"Yeah..."
"Same as here I suppose...maybe some small differences." You pause and look down at her curiously. "Are you getting excited?"
"Maybe a little..."
"What about meeting my family?"
"Nervous..."
"Don't be...they're pretty easy going..."
"Like you Sir?"
"Well...the old man is...haven't talked to mom or dad's wife in ages though..."
"Your mom and dad aren't together anymore?"
"Nah..."
"Do you get on with her?"
"Yeah...I mean at first it's a little odd because she's not that much older than me but you know what, if it makes him happy..."
"That's good though, you have a better relationship than some of the people I know with steppartents..."
"Well it helps that I'm in my thirties so..."
You hear her let out a short laugh and when you look over at her she has her hand over her mouth trying to keep it stifled.
"How is it that one person can be so fucking adorable and sexy at one time?"
"Guess you're just lucky Sir..."
"I must be..."
For awhile things go smoothly, and while you should have really known better you get comfortable in your day to day life and ignore it. Ophelia practically lives at your place and so a good majority of the time you both walk to classes together until she has to go to Martin's, you usually give her a kiss or a firm swat on the ass to remind her to behave before she heads off in her direction. You go through your classes until around lunch and if you're lucky she manages to get done with classes about the same time and you can eat with her and ask how her morning's been, most of the time she says its fine and then asks you how your day has been...nothing exciting per se. She has your class second to last of the day and on Mondays, Thursdays and every other Friday she has back to back classes with Lab time which means you both can leave together. All in all its a pretty boring routine but you really wouldn't have changed it for much, when you both got to go home together you were usually able to work in some play time with her between projects, homework, studying and grading...if you weren't able to you settled for cuddling with her because it made you just as happy to just hold her some nights. About a month into the new school year though you were presented with something you weren't quite sure how to handle. Normally employers went through Alex to ask about potential graduates and what kind of work they might be able to do...one morning you'd gotten a phone call though. It had been a rare occasion that you'd gotten up before O and as you had been getting ready you heard your phone go off...normally you'd have ignored it because anyone that knew you knew to text you. Your gut was saying to answer it though so you went against your normal response and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Ah...Goodmorning, is this Mr. Rubino I'm speaking too?"
"Well it is my phone so..."
"Linton Rubino?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry to bother you so early, my name is Angela and I am the head of staffing at Med5, have you ever heard of us before?"
"I can't say that i have...look...its early and I can't be late-"
"We're an offshoot company of a bigger medical research corporation. Before I was transfered here I had been looking through your research when you were in Sweden and also the research you had when you came here..."
You can feel your brow furrow as you try to remember what research she would have even been talking about. "Most of that research...it's probably obsolete or lost by now..."
"My concern isn't with wether or not it's obsolete or not...Mr. Rubino the research that I saw was meticulous and thought out, it shows how much you understand about this field."
"Really...I'm flattered but-"
"Surely someone with the knowledge you have shouldn't be relegated to teaching."
"Yet here we are..."
"Mr. Rubino I need people that are knowledgeable in research, I've been given the green light to extend a job offer to you in our lab. If you were to accept this job offer you would have full benefits and i'm sure you'd be making more than you are now."
You really aren't sure what to say so you stay quiet...
"I realize that this is a little sudden..."
"I'm going to need time to think this over..."
"I understand completely...I can call you back in a few weeks to see where you are with your decision if that works best for you."
"Yeah..."
"Ok...I do hope that you consider this job seriously, we would be honored to have you join us."
"I'll...I'll get back to you on that."
"Alright, well you have a good day Mr. Rubino, I hope to hear from you soon."
When the other end of the call goes silent you pull your phone away from your ear in a slight bit of disbelief.
You decide that maybe during class you should do some research...you feel like this is just an elaborate joke...no one had taken your notes or your research seriously at the time...and you had a hard time believing that some company somewhere had stumbled upon your work and said 'we need this guy'. Thought if it wasn't a joke...the timing was almost impeccable. You glance at the clock and let out a loud 'fuck' before you head upstairs to wake Ophelia and everyone else up, when you get into your room you see her on her stomach and the way that she's laying leaves her very open to you. You had always liked that she slept naked but right now it was being a bit of a distraction, you try to ignore how much you want to touch her and proceed to shake her a bit until she opens her eyes and looks around a bit confused. She rolls onto her side so that she's facing you and you inwardly sigh because you really want to touch but there isn't time.
"Mornin Daddy..."
You let your hand run through her hair...you could spare some time for that. "Morning...we need to get going babygirl...we're going to be late."
"What time is it?"
"Almost 8..."
You see her face go through a few expressions...bewilderment, realization, shock and panic before she sits up quickly and mumbles some curses, getting up and searching for her clothes and starting to throw them on. Even though you know you're running late a bit you can't help but sit on your bed and watch her pull on the clothes she'd asked you about last night and you feel a small amount of amusement when you see her forgo panties in the name of saving a few seconds. You make a mental note of it and when you see her getting ready to turn around to give you a look you stand up and follow her downstairs, you watch the sway her hips make naturally and you feel a very perverted smile spread over your face but you decide to stowe the ideas for later.
You all are out the door and walking rather quickly by ten til and for the first time in a while you don't get to chat with O very much on the walk to work, any time you two talked was always a welcome distraction from life in general and the fact that you weren't able to do it this morning made you feel like you'd be off all day. You knew that she would and you were hoping that lunch would line up right today so that you could make up that time...you feel her squeeze your hand a little and it draws you out of your thoughts enough to look at her with raised brows.
"Are you ok Sir?"
"I'm fine princess..." It's literally out of your mouth before you can stop yourself from saying it and while you are internally smacking yourself in the face you don't show any outward signs of having said anything odd.
"Princess, that's a new one Sir..." You can see her fight back an amused laugh and the way her face actually seems to light up makes you feel like you will literally melt from the adorableness she's putting off. "How many names are you going to have for me Daddy..."
"As many as I want babygirl..."
"I like it...to be honest Sir, you're the only one that's called me by pet names and I haven't felt like its an effort to avoid remembering my name."
The admission makes you feel a bit sad that anyone would do that but the fact that you had done it in your younger years makes you feel a bit guilty which doesn't go unnoticed by her, it's like she can read your thoughts without you having said a word.
"I know how you were then...karma got you back through Anne. If you were just a fuckboy you wouldn't still be here with me."
She had a very good point, Anne had done exactly what you'd done to girls for years and it had taken that to make you realize it sadly enough...she was also right about the second comment as well...if all you wanted was to fuck her you would have moved on by now...you would've left as soon as the words 'i'm late' came out of her mouth.
"We've both put a lot of time and effort into this...and I mean...this, " She puts her finger through her necklace. "This was a serious commitment for both of us."
"You're essentially engaged to me with that on..."
"I know Daddy..."
You want so badly to just blow off class and continue to talk to her but when you two get to the main doors to the building and head towards the stairs you know that there isn't time. When you get the top of the staircase she gives you a long look before she walks over to you and puts her arms around your middle in a tight hug, you return it and lean down so that you can give the top of her head a small kiss before you tell her to go to class. She hesitates a little before she lets you go and turns to walk away...you aren't sure how you feel right now but something had changed with both of you in the last week, and the fact that she had hugged you the way she did made you feel at least a bit better. Even dominants needed hugs sometimes too you supposed.
You spend the majority of your day stumbling over lectures and being generally unprepared and distracted...between the job offer-which you still needed to research-and the quite frankly emotional talk you'd had with O that morning...you were feeling out of sorts. You felt moody as hell and you were sure that if anyone got on your bad side today that you'd lay into them hard, even Simon-who was usually the only other person besides O that could almost never piss you off was irritating you with his cheerfulness. You give up half way through your lecture and tell all of the unsure faces in the room to just read the chapter and do the mini-tests at the end and call it quits for the day until your senior class was scheduled. You had thought a lot about what Simon had said when he found out Sara was going to be having a baby and after about an hour of grading papers in silence you start to wonder if maybe he had a point. Simon had said that maybe it was time, maybe it was the universe trying to tell him that it was time to settle the hell down. The pregnancy scare had gotten you thinking about a future with a child in the picture...which you'd been a little anxious about at first but it seemed like more of a plausible idea the more you'd thought on it...the only issue you'd had was a job that would support this ideal life you had in your head...and now you'd gotten an offer for a job that was better than what you had now. You'd met her parents and after a very taxing stay you'd managed to come to the realization that it wasn't just a strong attraction to her...and that you weren't playing around with the idea of loving her. You'd realized very quickly that you wanted her...you wanted her body, her mind, her spirit...you wanted everything that was her and this last week had been almost torture to you. She was literally on your mind all day and the only time that you didn't fucking miss her was when you got to talk to her or when you were home with her, in a way you felt a bit pathetic but on the other hand you didn't really care if you were or not. You were happy with her and there was no shame in that at all, even if sometimes she acted like a brat.
You leave your room between your classes and since it's still fairly early in the day you decide to hide out in the staff's breakroom...you normally didn't come here because you always seemed to come in at the same time as Candace and Karen and you could not promise that you would be nice if they started in on you today. When you push the door open you feel a wave of relief hit you that it is empty and you make quick work of commandeering the table with your laptop, you needed to research some things anyhow and what better time to do it than now you supposed. You tap your fingers against the table impatiently while the internet decides it wants to load and once it does you type in Med5 and go through the results until you find a website that looks legit enough to click on. When you do click on it, you read through the mission statement and even go into the different departments...when you see the research department you expand the menu and put your hands over your mouth in a bit of surprise. Pharmacological research, rehab research, medical device research...there were a lot of sub departments under research and you can't help a small chuckle that comes out of your mouth. You laugh because you're actually surprised that this company exists...the humor of them picking up research that was ten or so years old made you laugh harder and the fact that they'd based wanting to hire you off of that was downright hilarious. You were smart, but you weren't sure if they were really aware of how many brain cells you'd killed since taking this teaching job...between drinking and smoking you weren't sure you'd even be able to figure out your own notes. You sit there for what feels like forever with your hand over your mouth still trying to really come to terms with the fact that this job offer is real, the timing is just perfect though...after everything this is just feeling like what Simon had described as the universe trying to kick his ass into gear.
You close out of the site when you hear footsteps coming down the small hall that lead to the break room and mentally you are saying every curse word that you know...in english and in swedish because you just wanted to revel in this by yourself. You watch the door open before you see Candace's bitter face make an appearance and once her eyes land on you her expression sours more. She goes on to make herself something to drink...tea by the smell of it before she sits down across from you, all the while still fucking staring at you with a shitty expression.
"Can I fucking help you?"
"No need to curse..."
"I feel like I have to between you staring at me with a damn deathglare since you walked in the room."
She's quiet for a long time before she puts both of her arms on the table and leans forward a bit, you sigh internally because you feel like you've done this before.
"You can't find someone you're own age?"
"Candace I swear to god..."
"And why a student? It's sick..."
"What about two adults fucking is sick?"
"I know what she calls you..."
You stare at her from over your laptop and raise a brow slowly. "What have you heard?"
"I've heard her call you...I don't even want to say it."
"Why?"
"It's wrong."
"Says who? You?"
"You're taking advantage of that poor girl, using being her te-"
"I'm going to stop you right there...do you really want to get this started right now with me?"
She doesn't answer you but her glare stays intact on her face.
"Because if you want to talk about taking advantage..."
"It's abuse!"
You close your laptop and give her a small smile but there really isn't much warmth behind it. "You want to talk about abuse? about relationships?"
She opens her mouth but you've been on such a short fuse today already that you cut off whatever her argument is.
"Because I can go on for days about abusive relationships....like you and your...what...third husband now? How many times does he tell you that what you think is dumb...maybe he smacks you around a little too. I mean we're not stupid we see the bruises every once in a while...so you're going to preach to me about relationships when you willingly stay with that piece of shit?"
"It's none of your business..."
"You're right...it isn't...just like who I fuck isn't any of your business."
"She's a student, its' differ-"
"She's an adult...who can make her own decisions...and every time I tie her up...smack her ass, bite her, or fuck her so hard she begs...its because she wants me to."
You don't think you've ever seen Candace speechless before but you were doing a fine job of it now. You feel like you are out from under someone's thumb and it feels so nice...you aren't sure if its the job offer...or the fact that it feels liberating to say exactly what you're thinking...but you keep going.
"I don't hit her, I don't make her do things she doesn't want, I don't belittle her, I don't disrespect her...can you say that about your husband and your relationship?"
You put your things away when she doesn't answer you and once everything is safely inside your bag you stand up and put your hands on your hips, looking at the older woman like she was a child that had said something out of line.
"Oh...and that word you don't want to say...she calls me Daddy." Its like the name makes her want to cringe. "She's my little girl and honestly Candace...I don't give a fuck anymore what people know...go and tell the whole school at this rate. But if I see you or anyone else ever talking bad about her...you are really going to wish that you'd have kept that fucking mouth of yours shut."
"Are you threatening me?"
"If it has to be a threat then it will be." You walk towards the door before you stop and look back at her, "Oh...and you should really try some roleplay in the bedroom...might make you less uptight at work." You don't wait for an answer before you leave and let the door almost slam shut behind you. The reality of what you just did really didn't set in until you were sitting at your desk staring at your book...you were going to get a nice talking to for that you were sure...your ass was going to get chewed out...but the longer you thought about it all the more you realized that you didn't care.
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Linton had been off for a bit, you weren't sure why...it had been a spur of the moment decision to hug him when he's gotten to the top of the stairs and you weren't regretting it by any means...he'd needed it. He'd been very affectionate the last week and while it was very nice and you liked it it made you want to know what was going on in his mind, you're tempted to think that the pregnancy scare had had something to do with it but you weren't sure. Either way you felt like he needed you this time, like despite the fact that he was the one in charge that he was in some sort of inner turmoil that you couldn't actually help him with...so the next best thing was to try and make him as happy as you could. He'd also seemed distracted and while you wanted to ask him you knew better...he'd tell you if and when he was ready too, so you tried hard to put it to the back of your mind and focus on Martin's lecture but you just can't. All you can think about is really the next time you'll get the chance to see him or talk to him...and it leads you down another path of thinking immediately. You'd done your research before you'd ever seriously put this necklace on...you knew what you were expected to act like as a submissive but you knew that there were many things that Linton had let fly...you'd gotten away with many things. You'd noticed a trend in how you acted around him changing too...maybe it was all the stress that had you seeing it clearly now but when you put your mind to it you know it began just before your parents' house...it felt like the more he called you little girl or babygirl that it made you feel comfortable enough to act in a not so adult way sometimes and he never seemed to point it out or correct it. It wasn't like you were reverting back to being a total child around him although sometimes your sense of humor bordered on it you were sure...but the whole situation was freeing to you, it didn't take much for him to make your haywired mind quiet down anymore and that was the most amazing feeling to you. You weren't even sure what you would have called what yo had anymore really...you would've been fine leaving it unnamed but curiosity about his lifestyle choice had led you down a rabbit hold, and you wanted to know why the dynamic had turned into what it was now. You also wondered how much of his want to support and protect you stemmed from how he saw you...how exactly did he see you? Did he see you as a capable woman that could handle herself in the world or did he see you as the little girl he always called you. And you didn't even know where to start with why calling him Daddy felt better than Sir or Master...Daddy felt more right than his actual name anymore. You want so badly to know how he sees you right now but you already know you won't ask, you can tell he's not in a good place to day and you don't want to make it worse with these questions.
When lunch rolls around you are literally the first one out of Martin's classroom and once you get into the hallway you make a determined line for his office...you feel almost 90% sure that he'll be there if he doesn't feel like interacting with humans...his office was his safe haven sometimes though that never kept you out. You're so concentrated on your task that you inadvertently shoulder check someone in the hall and initially you feel bad and stop walking so you can turn around and apologize but when you see who it is you bite off the apology before it even starts. You see Gunner picking up his books with a glare...but there is something else in his eyes that you can't place and it makes you feel uncomfortable.
"You really should pay more attention to your environment..." He stands up and throws his backpack over his shoulder looking like he might turn to leave but instead he stands there and keeps looking at you with a eery expression that makes you tighten your grip on the strap of your pack. You just want to get as far away from him as you can.
You don't say anything before you turn around and start walking again, ignoring his increasingly mocking calls behind you, you hear him call you a fucking bitch before you quit listening and focus on getting to Linton's office again. When you get there you look at the bottom of the door and see the light is off and you can't help a rather un-adult like pout before you turn around and start back the way you came, you'd already looked in his classroom and felt a little annoyed that he wasn't there either. You dig for your phone before pulling it out of your pants and looking through your messages as you walk glancing up every few seconds to make sure that you don't run into anyone, there are no new messages aside from the ones you have from some wierd unknown number which were all blank. That was something else you needed to probably bring up when you got the chance to talk to him...you open up the last message he sent you and start typing a new message in response before you feel someone grab a hold of your backpack and pull you off to the side, you're first instinct is to punch whoever it is that is behind you so you break free of their grip and spin around with your fist raised, you are literally running on adrenaline at this point until you see a familiar boyish smile-albeit a bit sad at the moment.
"Jesus fucking christ I could've decked you...don't you know better than to sneak up on a lady?"
"I've hardly been sneaking...how could you miss me?" He lifts his arms up a bit to show off his rather bright shirt before he leans in close to you but not so close that it looks like PDA...you both had decided if you could keep it to a minimum at work it would be best. Him being this close to you made you feel a light flush spread over your cheeks and you really want to hide it but you keep your hands where they are. What comes out of his mouth surprises you a bit though.
"I missed you O."
At first you aren't sure what to say to it...of course you missed him to but to hear him flat out say it felt a little odd. "I missed you too Sir...what's been up with you lately?"
"More than we have time to talk about over lunch..."
For the first time in three years...he blows off his afternoon class before the advanced class so that he can talk with you...while you also blow off your afternoon class. He walks with you to the dining hall and at first you want to remind him that there are literally hundreds of people there, all of which would just jump at a chance to see for themselves if all of this was true...you were a little anxious that things would go badly. You were still getting dirty comments from the people that had seen the picture and you didn't even want to think about what the other teachers thought of him. You feel him give your hand a small squeeze and it feels like the worry you had subsided a bit before he lets you lead him to the normal table in the back that you camp at during your lunches. When you go to sit down you see the strange look he's giving you and after trying to figure out what was wrong without asking you give in.
"What's wrong Sir?"
"You have no lunch."
"I know Sir..."
He looks at you for a long moment. "You didn't eat this morning either..."
"No Sir...I don't normally..." You trail off a bit when you can see he's already decided that you are going to eat today.
"Stay here."
"Ok Sir...what are you doing?"
He already has his back turned to you getting ready to walk away when he shakes his head and points at the table. "Don't question it and just stay here little girl."
You aren't entirely sure what about the way he says it makes you feel both a little turned on and to a lesser extent a little offended that he's telling you to stay...he knows damn well that you aren't going anywhere and you don't even try to hide the look of annoyance on your face.
When he comes back you can clearly see that he's gotten food for both of you and while you want so badly to stay annoyed with him for assuming you'd not stay where you were...he had food, and you were hungry now that you were thinking about it. He finally sits down and gets what he's eating off the tray before he slides it over in front of you and looks at you with a slightly expectant look on his face.
"Hard to stay mad at me when I have food isn't it."
You don't answer him but you nod, you don't make a move to try and eat the food in front of you either which earns you a pretty stern look from across the table.
"Do I need to come across this table and feed you?"
"No Sir..."
"Then eat...I know you're hungry I can hear your stomach."
You reluctantly pick up your fork and start to eat, and you could swear that nothing has ever tasted as good as what you were eating now.
When you finally stop being hangry, you apologize to which he nods and says that hangry or not the next time you acted like that he'd give your ass a swat. You nod before watching him a bit, he isn't looking at you but he's looking at the wall just behind you and you can tell that he's not entirely present in the moment so you clear your throat a little which brings him back.
"What's been up with you lately Sir?"
"I...do not even know where to start with that..."
"I love the affection...but you've been...off, Sir..."
"I know babygirl...I've just had a lot on my mind..."
"You can tell me you know...I'm always here if you need to talk Daddy..."
You see him smile slightly. "I know...you have your own things that you worry about...you don't need my shit adding to it."
"You don't need to worry about my problems but you do...so why wouldn't I worry about yours? They're our problems..."
He almost acts like he isn't sure how to react to your answer so he stays quiet but seems to think about it. You mean it though, even if you were somehow lesser than him-which you weren't-your problems and his problems were 'our' problems, that was how every relationship you'd even known had worked anyway. You reach over the table hesitantly, you can see a few people looking back in the direction of where you two are sitting but you ignore it as best you can before you put your hand over his, he moves his hand so that he can cover yours with his but doesn't do much else.
"Were you disappointed too?"
You know before he answers because his eyes always give him away, they look sad and it makes you frown because you'd not thought he'd been as disappointed as you had... "At first no...at first I was relieved because there was just...no way that it would work out well..."
"Were you angry?"
"Admittedly...a little." He looks at your hand in his and sighs. "I didn't have anyone else to blame for it though, so I wasn't angry long...Simon and I were talking while you and Sara were taking the tests..."
"About what?"
"All of it...Simon said...that he felt like the universe was trying to tell him that it was time, things were falling into place for him." He runs his thumb over the back of yoru hand absently. "After you said you weren't...I thought about it...about everything that has happened the last few years and...I came to the realization that I can see what Simon was getting at. I knew what I thought about you after a year O...after everything that has happened I can say that I know that I don't want this to end. I don't care anymore who knows...i can't even really say how i feel because I don't know how to say it if I'm being honest...I've never felt the need to express anything like this with words before..."
"You don't have to...you do pretty well with actions Sir..." You bite your lip when you sense that question on the tip of your tongue...you don't want to ask it but if you don't he'll know you're not asking something...he always knows.
"Can I ask you something Sir?"
"Yes..."
"How do you see me now Sir? Sometimes you make me feel like a capable woman...other times you make me feel like a kid...I'm not even sure what we are anymore..."
"Do we need to have a name for what we are? I see you. You're a bratty teenager that doesn't like to listen and likes to push my buttons, you need rules, you need punished when you over step those rules and quite frankly sometimes you just need someone to look after you." He nods at the tray in front of you. "You are also a very capable, smart, talented and independent woman that doesn't need anyone...the only reason I have any power over you babygirl is because you let me."
You want to answer him but you aren't sure you know how...
"I never really thought that i'd ever get into the whole...daddy thing...I didn't know that I had it in me or that I even enjoyed it. And you? When you're around me now...you are entirely relaxed, so much so that you let everything go and that is the most amazing feeing to be able to watch over you like that."
"It doesn't seem odd to you?"
"Not even in the slightest...that's who you are O. You should never feel bad about who you are. Shit, you could be a full fledged little and I wouldn't feel any different about you than I do now...we're both learning about ourselves trust me."
"I am definitely not a little though...I know that."
"Eh...I wouldn't be so quick to say you aren't. Labels in this lifestyle are a little vague."
"I'm not about to have a pacifier in my mouth Linton."
He looks at you for a short second before chuckling and you can't help but laugh a little too. "No...you aren't that little. Like I said...bratty teenager seems to work for you." He gives your hand a small smack before he lets go. "Old enough to know better but not old enough you're out of the woods just yet." He puts his hand over his mouth trying to hide a cocky smile. "You still need a daddy."
"Is it strange that we still have sex then?"
"No...we're both adults. It's not like I'm pretending you're a fucking fourteen year old...thats just fucked up."
"Yeah...and I'm definitely not calling you Daddy and picturing my dad..." You pause for a second and he gives you a questioning look before you answer him. "I think I legitimately almost threw up a little..."
He laughs and you see his smile light up his eyes and it makes you smile back at him, maybe he just needed that small talk, you knew that you needed it.
He looks at his phone for a few seconds to check the time and it makes you remember the other thing that you needed to bring up to him, you pull out your phone and slide it over to him. When he gives you a strange look and picks it up you explain.
"I've been getting texts...I don't know the number and the texts are always blank so i've just been ignoring them but they keep sending more..."
He goes through your messages and looks at the amount of them you've received and you can see his eyebrows raise before he looks at you. "Why didn't you say something about this sooner?"
"Honestly it slips my mind Sir...and for a while they stopped sending them."
"Have they called you?"
"Once or twice but like the texts...no one says anything. It's like a prank call."
He pulls out a pen and writes the number on his hand before he slides your phone back over to you. "Babygirl next time you get a call or a text from them tell me...ok?"
"I will...what are you going to do Sir?"
"Don't worry about that...promise me that you'll tell me."
"I promise Daddy..."
"Good...we should probably go though, class starts soon and I can't do a proper lab without my TA can I."
It makes you blush more than it should but the fact you turn pink just makes him smile before he gets up and takes the tray, waiting for you to get your things together and stand up as well. You walk with him out of the dining hall and he doesn't seem to notice some of the other teachers present staring...then again after what he'd told you he more than likely didn't care that they saw him walking with you...with his hand very obviously down your back pocket.
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You weren't angry with the fact that she didn't tell you about the texts sooner, angry wasn't the word for it, more that you were a little upset over it really. You understood though, it hadn't been hard to forget things lately, you'd both apparently had a lot on your minds and this talk you'd had with her had made you feel more confidant about what this was turning into. Truth be told you were also wondering what the hell you were even calling the relationship between you now...never in your whole life had you remotely considered being a Daddy...and having to deal with a little wasn't something you were sure you'd have ever considered. It had always struck you as a bit weird but who were you to judge really. You'd noticed it though, little slips here and there of that demeanor she had most of the time...sometimes she'd pout, sometimes she'd whine about something, sometimes she'd openly defy you but it wasn't because she was actively trying to make you punish her...she was pushing your buttons to see how much you'd let her get away with and she was always open for attention wether it was sexual or not...she was very much like a teenager when she was completely relaxed around you. That was simply a part of her that neither of you had known existed until recently, and as much as you tried to wrap your head around the fact that years ago you would've been appalled at the idea...you found enjoyment in it now. You enjoyed being the person that looked after her when she needed to let it all go, you enjoyed feeling of being her rock and her protection, you fucking loved it. You knew that she enjoyed being the one thing you were weak for too, admittedly she knew that, and you knew that she did. Power exchange was a funny thing you supposed, you gave her confidence and strength to a degree...and she became your one and only weakness in life. As you'd walked out of the hall with her you'd given no fucks about sliding your hand into her back pocket, you saw the stares from some of the staff, some of the students even...but you didn't care anymore. If they were going to fire you, they would find a way...you already knew that Alex wanted you to quit and you had had a gut feeling that this year would be the year although nothing had happened yet. All you were sure of was that if anyone went after Ophelia you weren't going to be able to be held responsible for you actions...if anyone hurt her you'd kill them.
It's a lab day and since most of the students in your class are smart enough to know the rules by now you all meet in the lab, when you and O get there all of them already have their PPE in hand and are just waiting for class to start before they put it on...all except one. You give O a look before she nods and goes over to get her own set of PPE and while you look over the class your eyes fall on Gunner...who is openly staring at O as she walks past him and part of you-the very protective part-wants to call him out on it but the part of you that says he should know better wins out..he's unlikely to try anything during class. You can already see that he doesn't have his stuff in hand and has once again refused your rules for the lab, which you aren't surprised about in the least.
"Adams. Why don't you have your PPE on?"
"Never actually do anything here anyway..." He's not looking at you and you feel a stern expression slide across your face...much like when O was misbehaving really.
"Look at me when you're talking to me."
"You heard me fine."
You move from your spot at the desk and start a calm but obviously intimidating walk towards him, the students that you pass by part like water and you can see in their faces despite some of them not being younger than you that they are not going to stand up to you in anyway...they're fucking scared and that was exactly what you wanted. When you come up behind him he's still looking in Ophelia's direction, it's not a secret that he's staring at her ass as she puts on her shoe covers and it only feeds the feeling of anger you're trying to keep level. Gunner was probably a good few inches shorter than you, so when you put your hand on his shoulder firmly it wasn't hard to keep him from spinning around, you were a lot stronger than he thought you were. You dig your fingers into his skin just under his collar bone and you can see him try to wiggle away from you but you push your thumb into his back and it makes him stop moving, he is entirely at your mercy.
"I heard you fine...but you're going to show some respect while you're here. Put your shit on and stop dicking off."
When you let go of him he reacts as if he's been holding his breath the whole time and when he looks at you its a look of disbelief that you'd dare to touch him. You give him a warning look before he starts to gather his own set and put it on reluctantly although he is mumbling and bitching the whole time.
The class goes by without much more incident although you notice many times that both Rob and Gunner are staring quite openly at O...you do your best to ignore it for the time being though, after all this was your class and you had to be professional about at least a few things. You can tell that she feels them looking though, she does everything she possibly can to avoid looking in their direction and even slyly switched sides with you so that she doesn't have to be on their side of the class. Despite having warned Rob several times...and shown that you were not someone to fuck with...these two were still a constant pain in your ass. You had a sneaking suspicion that they were responsible for the text messages to her phone but without proof you had nothing...you intended to visit the IT department later that day to find out though. You spend a majority of the class period letting Ophelia lead the lecture really only chiming in when she was having trouble or if someone had questions, she was really very good at teaching but you didn't think it was something she wanted to do with her whole life so you just sit and watch her with a small amount of admiration because she is just so fucking smart...that and the knowledge that she had no panties on under all of her clothes was still duly noted in you mind. You could be professional as much as you wanted...you were still pretty perverted though and it didn't help that she didn't have to try to turn you on either, she was literally doing nothing sexy at the moment...talking about human biological systems, mechanical aspects and reactions to different materials...but you'd be a liar if you said that you weren't getting a bit hard just listening to her talk. For a short time though you are not focused on Rob and Gunner practically eye fucking her...you couldn't do anything about it now anyway.
When class if finally over, you help her clean up...you want out of here as quickly as you can and your office hours be damned. She looks at you a bit strangely when she sees you helping her put things away but when she catches sight of why you're trying to hurry she stops and leans on one of the tables.
"Daddy..."
You don't stop doing what you're doing per se but you do look at her. "Hm?"
She walks over to you and looks down before she gives you a smile. "Can I?"
You struggle with the decision...the class is over and everyone has gone home...the doors aren't locked though so anyone could come in...on the other hand she was offering and you weren't one to turn down an offer...you put down what you were holding and let out a sigh giving her forehead a kiss. "Go on babygirl..." You reach down and undo your belt and your pants and before you get a chance to pull your hands away she's got her hands hooked into the waist of your pants pulling them down enough that she can get to you. She drops to her knees and pulls your cock out, running her hand over you slowly, she presses her lips against you lightly working her way to the tip and rubbing her lips against you teasingly almost.
"If you keep teasing you'll end up choking..."
She presses a kiss to the head and looks up at you with a small smile...one that is far to innocent for her. "I like when you use my mouth though Sir..."
You have to close your eyes when she says that, you know she does but hearing her say it never fails to make your cock twitch at the thought. "Open up and suck Daddy's cock with that pretty mouth then..."
She doesn't even hesitate after you say that, she closes her eyes and takes most of you into her mouth and its really all you can do to not groan loudly, her mouth feels amazing, it always has and like all the other times you try to keep yourself in check at first. You can feel her hands gripping onto the fabric of your pants as she starts to move her head in a steady rhythm, you find one of your hands sliding over her hair to the back of her head, wrapping her hair around your hand before taking a bit of control. You feel her let out a small moan when she feels your hand behind her and when she slides her mouth down over again you give her a bit of an extra push which pushes your cock the rest of the way into her mouth. She fists her hands against your legs and relaxes before you guide her head back, you watch her as you guide her mouth back down again, watching your whole length disappear into her mouth, you can feel her swallow around you and you let out a low groan before you feel your hips flex a bit, you aren't going to last too long if she keeps this up and when she looks up at you you give her a look that says your thoughts. She seems to understand and moves her hands up to your hips bracing herself a bit before you start to move her head up and down your cock, you push her down onto you far enough that you can feel yourself practically in her throat and you swear that its the best feeling in the damn world. She lets you hold her head there, she lets you hold her head still and fuck her mouth, she lets you choke her with your cock and the best part of it is that she enjoys it as much as you do. She's digging her nails into the skin of your hips, moaning around you, and looking up at you with those fucking eyes...you get lost in it. You let go of her hair and let her go back to her own pace, leaving your hand on the back of her head but not guiding her anymore, she takes you in fully and pulls back sucking hard on your head before she does it all again. You feel her push your cock into her throat and moan around you and you feel your hips push forward and the sound she makes makes you hold her head there and move your hips against her quickly before letting her pull back with a loud gasp. She's back on you quickly though, you can feel your end coming quickly and out of habit you put your hand against her shoulder, you can't even talk right now, all that would come out would be a obscenely loud moan so you let your eyes close as she starts to suck on your cock hard, massaging her lips and tongue over you, she forces you into her throat again and it undoes you, you fist your hand in her hair and hold her head down against your dick as you feel your hips thrust against her mouth, you're sure that she's digging her nails into your skin hard enough you'll bleed but you don't rightly care. You're watching her face as she struggles to relax enough to let your fuck her throat and when she looks up at you you feel your body tense up and that ball of pleasure release violently, you let out a long groan and keep her mouth down over your cock hard. You aren't even in control of your hips anymore, you feel them spasaming against her mouth and its hard to keep your eyes open to watch her.
"Fuck...swallow it all princess...." If you weren't so far gone you would have cringed at the sound of your own voice but it only serves to make her try to accept your release more.
When she can't stay down any longer she pulls her head back and starts to cough, you can see a small bit of cum around her mouth and when you feel yourself returning back to reality you watch her lean forward and lick what was left off of you before she stands up and tucks you back into your pants. You had your head back against the cabinets, you were still trying to ground yourself entirely before you tried to do much else, when you felt her right your clothes for you you can't help but look at her for a long moment. You bring your hand up and wipe the small amount of release off her lips before watching her take your thumb into her mouth to clean it off, you're actually a bit speechless right now...there are many things you want to tell her but all you can manage is a quiet 'good girl' before you pull her into your arms and kiss her hard. It takes a few minutes to get yourself back to normal and when you do, you both finish putting things away for the night, you feel a little bad every time she coughs but she seems to just smile and move on so you don't read too much into it. When everything is put away and you both have your things you open the door for her and lock up, you turn to see her looking at you with a strange look.
"What?"
"Why were you hard in the middle of lab Daddy?"
"I blame you..."
She smiles. "Was it because I was talking nerdy?"
You can't help but smile back, you actually laugh and put your arm around her before you both start walking towards the stairs. "Yes babygirl...it was because you were talking nerdy."
"I knew it..."
"How's your throat?"
She doesn't answer you right away and just when you start to say something she answers. "Thoroughly fucked Sir."
"Won't be the only thing thoroughly fucked tonight..."
"I hope so."
You smile and let her go down the stairs before you, partially so you can watch her ass and partially because it was habit, and before long you were both walking outside. You look at her for a short minute before looking in the direction of the house.
"You're place or mine?"
"Your's Sir...I don't have to be quiet..."
"I was hoping you'd say that."