a/n - This chapter is dedicated to the person who commented that women like me deserve to get eaten out. I lol'd. Also, Ellie is horny as fuck in this chapter but do you really blame her?
How can a boy be so beautiful?
I guess Alexander isn't a boy. I looked him up (sorry Alexander) and turns out he's 28. That's crazy! I knew he was a little older than me, he's my teacher after all, but I didn't expect a whole 8 years. He's still beautiful though.
I watch him from the back of the room as he teaches. He's told me that I can move to the front if I'd like, but I'm more comfortable in the back, and besides, it's easier to watch him and not have him notice from all the way back here.
I'm wearing pink leggings and a white sweatshirt today. Not my cutest outfit ever, but I was so tired getting Eddie up today that I barely even bothered. I think it's easy to assume that raising a 6-year-old would be fun, but sometimes, it's not all sunshine and rainbows, and today was definitely one of those days. I'm so tired, and I'm trying so hard to pay attention to Alexander's, I mean, Professor Marcello's words, but one second my head is leaning on my hand, and my pencil is dropping, and my eyelids are fighting for their life to stay up. How do other students do this all day? This is torture.
The bell rings, and everyone leaves. A sinking feeling in my gut starts brewing, and I know it's guilt that's making me so upset. Either that or hunger, I didn't eat breakfast again. Like I said, bad morning.
As the last student piles out, I slowly leave my seat and walk down the aisles to Professor Marcello's office door at the side of the room. A test is coming up in this class, and to say I'm confused would be the understatement of the century. Who knew a virgin would be bad at understanding sex and relationships? I want to crawl into a hole and die.
I peak my head in and knock on the door softly, semi-hoping that he ignores me the first time so I have an excuse to leave. Unfortunately, Alexander peers up from his desk immediately, book in one hand. "Ellie, what a nice surprise." He smiles and gestures to his very comfortable-looking couch. "Please, sit."
He takes off his sweater, his shirt riding up a little bit before he's rolling up the sleeves, showing his slightly tattooed forearms. Wow. He's so pretty! And how could forearms look so muscular? Is it from all the books he constantly has in his hands? They don't look that heavy. And he needs longer shirts, his stomach is too nice to be seen by me, there's no way I'm supposed to see that. And his tattoos are so cool, I wonder if they feel rigid on his wrist. I wanna feel them.
My eyes travel up to his face, and I see an eyebrow raised at me. Oh my god, I've been checking him out. Oh my god what do I do. Oh my god what do I do!
The only thing I actually manage to do is blush and quickly move to the couch he pointed at earlier. He chuckles, and sits down on his desk, across from the couch. "So what do I owe the pleasure, Ms. Taylor?"
"Well, I was kinda confused on the contents of today's lesson." He smiles and gestures with his hand. His gorgeous hand. "Well, I'm all yours. Ask away."
"W-Well, you talked about the different kinds of relationships that people can have... sexually, but that they can have completely different relationships outside of...that. What do you mean?"
"Well, people could be using each other for a sexual release, and then be friends outside of the bedroom. Is that what you mean?"
"No, you mentioned a power balance that some people need."
"Oh, I understand. You're talking about the relationship balance and causes of a dominant and submissive partner, right?"
I'm almost positive that I slightly fell asleep during his lesson, and only remember zoning out at the words 'power imbalance.' Am I even speaking to him about the right things? "I think so."
"What do you not understand specifically?" I must look so stupid right now. I blush in embarrassment before continuing, fidgeting on the couch as I do so. "Honestly, I was having a hard time paying attention. Not that you're a boring teacher! I just am a little tired today, is all."
He chuckles again, like this is a comedy show and me not asking about his lecture on the s-word. "I understand, darling. I saw you in the back dozing off, I was hoping you would just sleep a little bit, but sadly you were clearly enthralled in my lecture. Do you want me to just go over that section?" I nod gratefully. "Well, when a person or persons is being referred to as a dominant in a sexual manner, that means that they are a person who seeks control in sexual practices, whether that means partial control or full control of their partner or partners. A submissive is the opposite. They're a person or multiple people that get sexual gratification on giving up control to a dominant or dominants. The causes for this power balance vary, but oftentimes these people also seek this power balance, at least partially, in their everyday life as well."
I give a confused face. "Some people want to be controlled?" He smiles.
"Yes, lots of people."
"Why would they want to be controlled?"
"Ellie, can I ask you a personal question?" Uh oh.
"Sure?" He leans forward slightly, arms crossed.
"Do you ever feel overwhelmed?"
"What?"
"It's a simple question, do you ever feel overwhelmed by your life? Feeling like you have too many things to do, too many choices to make? Too many decisions?"
"I...yeah, I guess." I start to play with the gold rings on my fingers, glancing up at him every now and then. The energy in the room shifts, although I can't understand why.
"Do you spend some time, maybe time that you don't have, on picking out what you'll wear for the day?" I nod again. He smiles, "Well, a dominant would pick out your clothes for you, if you'd like. They would, with your consent, make those small decisions for you during the day that you get overwhelmed by, making it easier for you to focus, or in your case, get some sleep." I blush involuntarily. That sounds really nice. "Now, Ms. Taylor, did that answer all your questions?"
"You keep saying 'person or multiple people' in your lectures. Aren't people supposed to do...things, with only one person?"
"You can, but it's not a crime to have multiple partners."
"Why would someone want multiple partners?"
"If a person likes the idea, then it can make the experience more...enhanced."
I quirk an eyebrow, thinking of the idea more. It seems different, but I thought multiple partners was literally illegal? "That seems unethical, I don't understand."
"Ellie, I have multiple partners."
WHAT.
"...oh."
"It's alright, a lot of people believe it's unethical, but the more you think about it, the more you realize you can't think of anything unethical about it, can you?" I think for a moment, but shake my head. A yawn escapes me and I quickly try to cover it up. "Ellie, why don't you get some sleep on the couch here, you seem tired."
He goes to his chair next to his desk, and puts his feet up on the desk, opening his book to the bookmark. "Oh, no, I have to pick Eddie up from school, I should really get going."
Alexander doesn't look up from his book, even when I stand up to leave. "Eddie has Boy Scouts after school, which lasts until 5, and I wasn't asking. Lay down, darling." He sounds authoritative, like when he does in class, and I immediately listen, though slowly lay down, trying to get comfortable.
I tried to sleep for a few minutes, but sighs leave my mouth. "What's wrong with my couch, Ellie?"
I'm making him upset, aren't I? "Nothing, sir, I-I just have a hard time sleeping sometimes." Unshed tears are slowly filling my eyes, and I turn my head to the couch to not let him see. Why can't I do something as simple as sleep? God, this is so embarrassing.
I hear ruffling from where he sits, before hearing the soft sounds of classical music, most likely from his phone. He then starts to read aloud from his book in the tone he uses with me at the coffee shop; soft but enunciated, and clear. It lures me to sleep quickly, making me relax my body.
Before my eyes fully shut, I hear his soft voice say, "I'll wake you up when you're rested, darling."
a/n - hope you enjoyed the chapter <3
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Roman d'amour"Just let me take care of you," Alexander says as his hand moves across my thigh, his legs holding me in place on the couch. "I can't, it's too much-" I go to move his hand, but another set of hands stop mine. The rings and veins make it obvious wh...
