Her Dirty Professor Series (21+)

I know my voice is harsh, but it’s how I speak to everyone. I’ve never developed a softer side, but if the world were different and Carina could be mine in all the ways I’ve dreamed, I’d be her dark marshmallow prince. I’d whisper the sweetest words into her ear and praise the fuck out of her for taking my cock down her throat until she lost consciousness.

Such a good cock sucker for Papa. You make me proud.

Ah, how I would rearrange myself for her.

“Good girl,” I say as I loop my arm under her legs and around her back, feeling the ridges of her spine and her ribs making my heart hurt for my little princess whose been taught that curves are the enemy.

So many things to undo.

As I lift her like a feather, the soft pressure of her head rests on my shoulder, making me swirl with a protective, possessive force. With her body against my chest, I can’t breathe. I’ve never touched her like this.

I knew better.

Now, oh God, now, what have I done?

“Thank you, Papa.”

The hallway is a blur as my boots meet the wooden planks with a thump, thump in furious succession. Lust invades my brain and my blood, seeping into the deepest recesses of my marrow and my soul.

I wanted her before, but now that I’m cradling her softness in my arms, against my heart, there is no going back. Whatever fury waits on the other side of making her mine, I will subdue or conquer it; but nothing can stop the tidal wave that is crashing around us now.

Inside the storage room, I make a line for the wall where a stone-carved countertop with a deep sink is flanked by two large arched topped walnut cabinets full of medicines and supplies. Out here in the north, help is not readily available; I keep everything here for emergencies when even my power and money would not be enough to have medical services here fast enough.

“I’m really fine, I don’t need you to fuss, Papa.”

“You keep calling me that while I’m holding onto you-” I grimace, stalling the words on the tip of my tongue, shaking them away and settling her onto the counter facing me. “Never mind. Here, let me look.”

She offers her hands held between us as I grab her wrist with one hand and open the cabinet to my left with another, exposing shelves of bandages and tapes, antibiotics and painkillers.

Guilt lashes at me like the winter wind as I expose the gash, throwing the napkin to the slate floor. A trickle of blood oozes from the cut, staining her flesh and twisting knots down my back. Even now as she bleeds, my cock pulses behind my zipper, straining to get to the heat between her legs.

“See? Barely needs a Band-Aid.” She slays me with those golden eyes, the same ones I remember from the cowering little girl of six years old.

I’m a monster.

“I can’t risk infection.” The cut is only half an inch long and not deep, but the sight of her damaged, even from an accident, stirs rage inside me. “There will be no more glasses used. Only plastic.”

“Papa.” She smiles crooking her eyebrow. “It was anaccident, I don’t think ridding the house of glasses is a reasonable reaction.”

“I’m not a reasonable man,” I snap, and my heart tears in two when she winces, her shoulders falling, chest caving as if she needs to be far from me. I bite into my cheek until the metallic tang of blood drifts over my tongue, lashing her wrist with antibiotic ointment, then covering it with a gauze pad and taping it in place. “Or a good man,” I mumble as my thumb traces the veins under the silky skin of her forearm.

She shakes her head. “That’s not true. You are a great man.”

There is so much you don’t know. So many things that would turn your naive opinion of me inside out.

“You don’t know me.”

Her palms rest warm on my cheeks, the innocent touch disarming me and making my balls feel like lead weights between my legs.

“If you were such a bad man, why would people come from hundreds of miles away for your party every year? They all treat you like you are a king when they come. Who else would dress up as Santa and give away thousands…tensof thousands of dollars’ worth of presents? Not a bad man.”

If she only knew that all those people that come to our annual party, men and women, also have dark secrets. All of them hiding in one way or another from the crimes of their past. For a short respite here at Christmas, we all come together and lay down our grudges and wars for a few days a year.

“Carina…” I whisper, leaning my forehead to hers, my restraint shattering into a thousand icy crystals around my feet.

“Yes, Papa.” She draws back, her nose crinkled, lips pursed, then she says, “Lots of other handsome men are coming tomorrow. Maybe I’ll find my own prince charming of the north to sweep me away-”

I clench my teeth, dropping her wrist, clamping my fingers around her throat, my vision laced in red.

“You will not,” I grunt, the rage returning as I shove my hips between her legs, holding her windpipe in my hand as her eyes snap wide, head back, lips open.

What’s my move here?

I’ve got my granddaughter’s throat in my hand, my dick is as hard as the wooden logs of the walls and semen is seeping from the tip, wishing for the warmth of her womb.

“What if I do?” She hisses with the little oxygen my grip allows. A sparkle in her eyes tells me she’s pushing me. Punishing me. Toying and teasing me as she’s been doing for months. “Do you expect me to stay here, locked away with you forever? Maybe I want my own happily ever after with-”Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

I drive away the rest of that thought with my lips on hers. My hand falling from her throat to rest on top of her thumping heart.

Oh God, what have I done?

I’m kissing my granddaughter.

And she’s kissing me back.

Our tongues touch and it’s like a starter pistol for all the secret lust and desire I’ve been fighting for so long.

I have to stop now before it goes too far…

“I’d kill any man that put his eyes on you,” I seethe, withdrawing for a breath as my chest clenches and my erection grows three sizes like the fucking Grinch of porn.

Her eyes lock onto mine, shimmering gold irises just a rim around her black pupils.

“Such bullshit. Are you jealous? Do you think you fucking own me?”

Fucking mouth on this girl.

It’s going to learn what it was made for. “I’ve never drawn a jealous breath in my life. Until you. Until the day I looked at you and you left childhood behind and ran around here like a teasing brat without a bra with your ass hanging out.”

Her mouth falls open as I reach around and give her hip a hard smack, relief washing through me like warm honey into tea. God, yes, now that’s what she needs.

What I need.

I land another swat, watching the apples of her cheeks turn red and her pupils dilate.

“Really? You’re going tospankme now? I’m eighteen, I think the days of spanking are long gone.”

“You have no idea what I’m going to do to you now that you’re eighteen. Spanking should be the least of your worries.”

“Then, spank me again.” She challenges thrusting her chest out as the devil on my shoulder fist pumps the air.

Oh fuck. I knew it.

She’s as innocent as January snow, but deep down, she’s a hellcat that needs a strong hand and I’m just the Santa to give her the gift she needs.

I’ll be the only one to ever have that honor.

In a flash, I’ve got her hips pulled forward, placing her crotch against the steel bar in my pants. I bend her torso sideways so her ass cheek pulls off the counter, looping my arm around her back, holding her squirming body as I deliver another hard swat to her rear, enjoying her yelps and wiggles.

“Fight Papa all you want, I’ll always give you what you need. That’s what I’ve always done, isn’t it? Given you what you need?”

She twists her head my way and sticking out her tongue. This fucking girl, she’s it. She’s the gift I never knew I wanted, but now I will not live without.

“How do you know what the fuck I need?”

“You’ve been teasing me for months and now you’re gonna be a brat? No problem.” I crack my hand on her ass again.

“Ouch! That fucking hurts!” She’s screaming now, my heart nearly beating out of my chest. The sweet flavor of her kiss is still on my lips, making me rabid.