Hypnotist Professor

Chapter 1: Chalk it Up To Lust

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Professor Kahl

The second I saw her, I knew I was in trouble.

She stormed into my office without a knock or a hello or even a polite, "Do you have time for a chat, Professor Kahl?" Her dark brown hair was hung up in a tight and high ponytail on the back of her head, nothing to distract from those blazing green eyes. Except for maybe her lips or her unbelievable body; those were two big distractions as well.

"I know what you did," she said in a dark and defiant tone, or at least she tried. Her voice was the equivalent of sugar gumdrops or marshmallows to my ears. Soft, sweet, and mouthwatering.

I did not know what I did, but I knew what I wanted to do. Her. I shook my head at myself. No. My New Year resolution: no more personal relationships with students. After an issue between one of my students and his girlfriend the previous school year, I decided to stop looking for more in anyone under the age of thirty. Yes, my age did not yet pass thirty-five, but these twenty year olds were too immature for me. They did not know what they wanted. Meanwhile, I knew exactly what I wanted: a partner. A woman to bend to my will. A woman I could pleasure until her mind practically broke. Until her heart belonged to me and no one else.

I wanted to be wanted with the same vigor that I planned to want someone.

But that someone needed to notbe a student.

I leaned back in my chair and asked, "Who are you?" The new college semester started tomorrow, and I did not recognize her as a past student. Classes in hypnotism tended to run small, and I would certainly remember her.

"Sara Sydney," she responded. Fuck, the syllables onthose lips. Big, puffy, and pink. Plush and perfect for sucking my cock—Shit. No more students. Still, waves of want washed over me, and I loosened my tie. What the hell was wrong with me?

"Miss Sydney—"

"I know," she repeated, her bright green eyes, the color of an August birthstone, trying to scream something at me from behind her thin, black-rimmed glasses.

"And what exactly do you know?"

"I know you're hypnotizing your students into sleeping with you," she snapped at me.

Shiiiiiiiiiiiittttttt. Every part of me froze. Well, every part of me other than my cock. My erection raged as my gaze stayed firmly on her.

First off, I did not brainwash women into sleeping with me. However, as a hypnotist professor with a hypnotism kink, any woman involved with me eventually went into trance.

And damn would I love to see this woman go under trance.

Those pretty lips would separate on a surprised breath of pleasure as her eyes rolled back in her skull, and I whispered to her empty brain all the advantages of obedience. It would be simple. Easy to entrance her. Sydney's attentive gaze was born to follow a spiral or a swaying pendulum all the way down into a warm blank state. Those tense shoulder and straightened back were created to slump forward into sleepy hypnotism.

Snap out of it. No hypnotizing the girl.

Sydney was clearly worked up, angry; her chest rose and fell with deep breaths. Every time she inhaled, her breasts pressed harder through her thin white top. So thin, I would bet a thousand dollars I could rip it off of her. With my teeth. It clung to her breasts, which were a little more than a handful and stood up, perky, nipples hard— Holy Hell. She wasn't wearing a bra.