On My Professor's Bed (Xee Write) novel Chapter 8

DANGEROUS AFFAIR WITH MY PROFESSOR.

Chapter 8.

Author’s Pov.

Elena walked into the house with Dante at the front her boxes trailing behind her.

“Welcome back young master.” Nanny Terresa brought a drink but Dante knew well that Nanny Teresa was only there to know if he returned with Elena.

He had bumped in on her talking to Mira and he had eavesdropped on her conversation.

At first, he wanted to ignore them, but Nanny Teressa talked him out of it and made him see a few reasons why he and to help her.

“Take your bags upstairs, I will be in your room soon.”

Elena’s heart melted and tears burnt the back of her eyes, was he really going to let her stay? She asked rhetorically.

“Thank you.” she managed to say blinking back the tears.

Dante nodded coldly and watched her walk toward the elevator before turning to Nanny Teressa.

Elena walked into the room that was assigned to her, she dropped her box in the wardrobe and stared at the room all over again like she was seeing it for the first time.

She was going to be occupying this mighty room to the favor of Dante? How grateful could she be?

Elena sat on the bed and waited gently for Dante, but he was taking too long, she pulled out of her clothes and stepped into the bathroom. It wouldn't be wrong to get a refreshing bath while she awaits for his arrival.

Elena stepped into the bathroom and returned a few minutes later with a towel-tied to her chest and the other to her hair, but her legs suddenly froze at the sight of Dante, he was standing right next to her bed.

“I didn't have any idea you…” she made to say but her hands clumsily left her towel and it let loose but she grabbed it as soon as it got to the midpoint of her heavy boobs a gasp escaping her lips.

Dante stood there not saying a word and he had the same unreadable expression. But his gaze was on her heavy boobs this time.

“Dress up and meet me in my room.” his voice was a combination of Husky and Rocky, as he managed to shield himself from the nasty thoughts of fucking her right there. He took a turn and left for his room.

Elena breathed out a Sigh of relief she didn't know she was holding. She smiled softly as the image of his eyes on her boobs played in her head. something in her guts kept telling her that she had an effect on him, but his walls were too strong and she could barely know what he was thinking, but she was going to break it after all.

Dante walked into the room and poured himself wine, taking solace in the cold chilled wine that could calm his nerves and urge, however, that one action only fueled everything, as the wild thoughts of how juicy her delicious pussy would taste played in his head.

“Fuck!” he cursed and dawned in all the content, dropping the glass up harshly on the table. He hated how everything was going. The plan was to torture her, but the sight of her placed him at the very edge and made him want to go crazy.

He groaned softly and took a step closer to the window, his hands in his pocket as he watched the city gently trying to keep the thoughts of her off his head.

Just in, a knock came on the door, and Dante walked past the window, he grabbed a magazine, took a seat then answered in his calmest voice.

“Come in.”

Elena walked in timidly the image of what happened earlier on playing in her head.

She gulped down nothing and took a step closer.

“Yoy asked…”

“Seat.” he cut her off and she gulped down nothing, taking a seat on the other couch.

“Details about yourself.” he requested curtly, not sparing her a glance. He dared not raise a gaze at her, or else he would be doing something different from what he wanted to.

Elena gulped down nothing.

“My name is Elena…”

“Why did you leave the house?” he cut her off again and she gulped down nothing.

“My dad and stepmother sent me out.”

“And your mum?” he asked not sparing her a glance.

Silence took over the air for a few seconds then she finally gave a gentle reply.

“She died while giving birth to me.” her voice was calm and he could tell she was trying to fight her pain, for a person who didn't grow up with a mother, Dante understood clearly. Elena could swear she saw a little bit of pain in Dantes's eyes, but it had suddenly varnished and this time he was staring back into his Magazine.

“I would take responsibility for all your financial needs for as long as you are my kitten, to grace my bed whenever I feel a need to.” it wasn't a request and Elena knew she had no other option.

She nodded and muttered.

“Thank you, Mr Dante.”

“Fuck Elena, how can you be harboring so much wetness for a man who doesn't spare you a glance.”

She groaned softly and tossed her panties aside teasing herself softly.

Her breath hitched at the feeling that brushed through her.

Slowly, she began to rub herself gently and she moaned out softly, hoping it was Dante’s hand.

“Fuck Dante..um” she moaned softly rubbing on her folds and spreading her legs Wilder as she rubbed on her dripping pussy.

Her pussy spurt in pleasure and she threw her head backward the thoughts of Dante fucking her played in her head.

She twitched on her clit and the feeling it brought to her made her body quiver, she spread her legs wider and moaned out softly.

“Fuck Daddy…oh Dante… um… yes… just like that! Fuck! Umm...” she moaned and her kneels bucked in pleasure, her stomach tightened into a knot as she felt that unfamiliar feeling washing through her, but the door suddenly opened revealing Dante and she froze on her spot, her hands on her clit, while he savors the delicious sight of her.

Elena’s eyes squinted with want and fear as she stared at the cold sight of his face, but this time it was not as expressionless as every other time, it was quite readable and really obvious to her that he liked the sight he walked into.

Dante’s dick throbbed at the appealing sight that welcomed him in. He had few things to pick at the room right after hers, but while he was walking he hard the gentle call of his name that appeared as a Moan and that soft whisper did well pulling him closer.

He shut the door behind himself and took a step in.

Elena’s breath hitched as she watched him take gentle yet powerful steps closer.

She drew her legs together, but he shut her with a hard glare, his eyes were no longer on her pussy, rather they were on her face.

Dante could barely control himself, her soft moan, the sight of her fingers on her clit, fuck! They were so appealing to his eyes, that he couldn't hold himself in.

As he took those gentle step closer, his eyes held hers and he muttered.

“Dony you there take your fingers off that clit Elena. You called for me and now I am here, so spread those legs wild for me Elena. So wild and let me see that beautiful pussy of yours.”

Fuck, the melodic masculinity compelled her to, she took her lower lips into her mouth her body quivering at the lust his eyes beheld and the naughtiness of his voice made her pussy drip yet again.

“I want you to spread those legs wide apart Elena and rub those pretty fingers of yours on that clit and give me that melodic moan that I couldn't resist.”

His commands were soothing and with every step he took, pusssy dripped in approval.