Professor with Benefits by Mickey Miller

Author:Mickey Miller [Miller, Mickey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen - Rose

Saturday morning in the cabin, I awaken to the sounds of birds chirping and my Professor sleeping soundly at my side. Through the shades I can make out how the sun is barely lighting the sky. There is no clock in the bedroom.

I think to check my phone, but then I can’t remember where I left it. Phones? I hadn’t thought for a minute about my phone last night. I was too busy having a blindfold over me while Professor Hanks fed me.

And fucked.

Since I don’t know what time it is, I lay back down in bed and shut my eyes hard, trying to sleep. I can feel the heat from Professor Hanks’ body radiating. My heart beats twice the usual rate just being next to him, even though he’s unconscious. I can’t help but let my mind wander.

What does he see in little old me? An awkward brunette. A ‘towny’ as the Blackwell students so affectionately refer to those of us who were born and raised here.

I wonder why he’s taken the time to ‘train’ me, or even just to be with me.

His chest moves up and down, a white sheet barely covering half of his body. Over his crotch, it looks as though a tent is being pitched straight up in the air.

I’m curious to see.

I slide the sheet slowly downward. He groans and grumbles and I pause, worried I’m going to wake him up.

I’m not going to do anything. He’s the one training me, anyway. If he wakes up I can just pretend the cover fell off.

A cool morning breeze blows into the room, and I’m happy we decided not to turn on the A/C last night. It is a particularly cool day for the summer in Blackwell. I wonder if the fact that the cabin is on the lake has anything to do with it.

My mouth goes dry as I pull the sheet all the way off, revealing what was pitching the tent.

Professor Hanks growls like a bear being disturbed in his cave, and I react by staying as still as a statue.

I swallow. I’m certainly learning something new right now. I didn’t know it was possible to have a full blown erection in your sleep.

I glance at my question journal on the nightstand. I didn’t get to write yesterday. This is so ridiculous. I can’t wake Professor Hanks up now. He’ll know I’m stalking him in his sleep. But then what does it matter? He brought me here.

Somehow I can’t bring myself to touch him. I grab my journal and lay on my stomach across the bed, propping myself up on my elbows, just staring at him as he sleeps in all his nakedness. I try to let my imagination wander as I write down whatever comes to mind.

Does Professor Hanks always sleep like this?

Do doms let their subs touch them in the night if they haven’t discussed it first? (I assume the reverse is fine)

What were the chances of a man so handsome being born?

How big is it, really?

I chuckle a little writing that.

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