Discipline & Desire

Chapter 11

At my apartment, Marlon stood with me in the hallway. My back was turned to the open doorway behind me. I didn't want to go home and I knew that Marlon felt the same.

He lifted his hand to my neck, the pads of his fingers brushing against it.

"I'd stay over." He left a kiss on my jaw. "But we have class tomorrow and I have some papers to grade."

"Can't you stay the night?" I pouted at him. He groaned in response, leaving a kiss on the other side of my neck.

"I would, baby, but I can't stay." He lifted my chin so I looked into his eyes. "You're going to have to stick this one out, beautiful."

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" I asked as Marlon lifted my hand and bent over to leave kisses on it. His full lips slowly touched along the back of my hand, then he looked up at me.

"Of course, but I think it's important we remind ourselves to keep our professional decorum. After all, in that lecture hall..." He began, but I finished for him.

"We're colleagues." I said, lowering my chin. He squinted at me, standing tall with his hands behind his back.

"I'm your professor." He reminded me in a deep voice. Then, his shined black shoe stepped forward closer to me. His hand took up most of the space on my waist, he pressed my body to his. "You're supposed to listen to every direction I give."

"Is that an order?" I asked confidently with a risen brow. He exhaled, reacting to my deviance.

"You have a lot to learn, kitten." He placed his hand on my chin once again. Then, he allowed his fingers to graze against my cheek, leaving it tingling from his touch. "I'll be sure to teach you. Just make sure you behave in class."

"Or what?" I asked, but he didn't give an answer. As his hand on the small of my back held me close to him, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. Then, without a word, he released me from his grip, turned around and walked off as if we didn't have a moment of passionate tension.

I looked down at the cash in my hand, and must I say, it as much more than Marlon offered.

In my bed that night, I was overcome with desire. My dreams were haunted by the memories of all that Marlon had done to me. I kept my eyes shut as I reminisced on how he touched me while blindfolded. It's safe to say I didn't have a restful slumber.

Once I awoke, I decided to get dressed in my normal attire. Although I wore a preppy pencil skirt, button up shirt and sweater vest, I remembered when I wore a riskier outfit. I squeezed the door handle to my apartment as I exited, remembering how Marlon bent me over the desk to teach me a 'lesson'.

I practically rushed to class. My mind was filled with thoughts of how romantic it will be to see Marlon. Our exchanges have now become normal for us, it was our little naughty secret.

There were so many reasons for us not to be together. He was famous, I wasn't. He was white, I was black. He was my professor, I was his student. But still, there was a chemical attraction that magnetized us toward each other.

"You were out late last night." Malary observed as I took a seat next to her. I stared quietly, not exactly knowing what she meant. As far as I was concerned, it was best that Malary didn't know I had so many 'male friends'. She especially couldn't know that I got paid for having such friends.

"How could you tell? I feel chipper this morning." I lied. In reality, my body was still recovering from the sweet pounding Marlon gave me.

"That outfit doesn't fool me." Malary winked. "You know you were out late with your boyfriend."