ONE SHOTS {+18} ✔

The Professor

One thing about Jason Black was, he thrived on pain.

He loved being dominated by anything that caused pain, or by anyone who could inflict that pain. Well, basically speaking, he lived, breathed and existed on the idea of being dominated in a painful, punishing way.

He'd just transferred to Redular University and only his best friend knew the reason he transferred there. He needed the break, the freedom from who he previously was. He needed the escape from what was dwelling inside him. He needed to forget it all. Even if he couldn't forget it, he would gladly bury it. 

Bury his identity.

But man is nothing without his identity, and Jason wasn't an exception. That was why he still sometimes struggled with his thoughts though he was now doing therapy to overcome them.

With a positive mind, he left his new apartment for the university where he had been teaching for two months.

"Today we'll be discussing the topic of our fifth week which is 'love'. The concept of love in our contextual analysis revolves around a feeling, a sacrificial feeling that-"

Jason halted his speech, his breath stuttering as his voice slowly died on his plump pink lips. His eyes were glued to her.

Her blonde hair framed her love shaped face perfectly, her eyelashes resting on her cheekbones as she casted her gaze down to her jotter before slowly lifting it to stare at the professor. She had a fair, almost pale complexion and redness coated her pretty pouty lips. Her hair was perfectly parted at the center to cascade down her shoulders and she was just the epitome of elegance.

Jason was lost. He'd never been so lost in his entire life. He'd tried so hard to get back to his new form and here he found himself once again, in the company of such perfection.

"Sir?" One of the front seaters cleared his throat, startling Jason a little as he came back to his senses. The thirty three year old black professor blinked and apologized with a faint smile before going back to his lecture.

That was the last time Jason saw the lady in his class. Until that night when he got a call, asking him to dress in a suit and get ready. Jason shouldn't have been bothered about the text. It wasn't who he was. But two hours later, he found himself in the car which drove him to a secluded part of town where his host was waiting.

It was the lady he once saw in one of his lectures.

"You look better than I expected, pet." Were the first words Jason heard immediately he took the first step into the mansion.

It was a castle-like mansion, sophisticatedly painted in white and black but still giving a feeling of glamor and elegance. The thick drapes were parted to give a view of the garden while small bulbs of chandeliers hung on various parts of the ceiling in the mansion.

"I would request that you do not address me as such, Matilda."

"Oh shush. You don't ever refute my words. What in hell did you think you were doing flying miles away from your home and leaving everything behind just to become a professor in a university?"

"That's my personal affair. You don't have to concern yourself with it."

Matilda, who had been in the shadows all along finally showed herself from the top of the stairs, alighting each step cautiously with the grace that only a royalty would provide.

"She still looks as good as always." Jason murmured under his breath as he watched the lady descend elegantly.

Matilda stopped just a step from the tiled ground. "Kneel."