On My Knees, Professor

Chapter 3

—THE NEXT DAY—

Rose has been standing in front of the door to her class for minutes, without going in.

How was she supposed to go in when she had made a complete fool of herself in front of her own professor?

"I have a better one now." Her own voice replayed in her head for the hundredth time as she pressed her palms over her flushed cheeks.

*Stupid! Stupid! Why did I say that? Oh s**t!*

After another two minutes of breathing in and out, she finally pushed the door open and entered the class.

Professor Damon was already on the podium, but he had not yet started teaching.

Rose took slow, quiet steps, trying to avoid being seen, but just as she was about to reach for her seat, Professor Damon looked up, meeting her eyes. He stared at her a second longer without saying a word, and Rose let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding.

She sat down and in a minute time, the class began.

Rose tried all she could to not embarrass herself in front of him again, which she failed most times as he kept biting her lips while looking at him, as if she wants to eat him.

That was actually her, though.

To eat him, but in a different way.

Professor Damon kept teaching, his eyes meeting Rose's at intervals, but he never smirked or teased.

He began asking questions, but didn't point at Rose.

He'd call other students, but not her, and this bothered Rose more than it should have.

*Is he mad at me? Maybe he's irritated at how much I embarrassed myself yesterday. What if he finds me weird now?* She shook her head at her own thought. "No, no, I can't bear to have him hate me; I must be a good student and get noticed back.* She nodded. *Yes!*

When Professor Damon asked the next question, Rose raised her hand to answer the question, but he just looked past her and pointed to someone else.

*Dang!*

Rose pressed her lips together. Despite her fear of him ignoring her, Rose still stared, and this time, she let her gaze linger on a spot she had always stared at, but secretly.

His pants.

Rose ran her tongue over her lower lip as she began imagining how good that would feel inside her, how full she'd feel.

"Fuck." She cursed under her breath as she felt herself dripping and immediately pressed her thighs tightly against each other.

"That would be all for today." Professor Damon announced. "I'm sure there are no questions, except..." His eyes fell on Rose before completing his sentence. "...some of you were too distracted to listen."

Some students laughed, not getting the shade in his voice as they packed their things and began walking out.

Rose packed her bag and was about to walk out with the crowd when his voice stopped her. "Miss Rose, stay back."

Rose stopped so abruptly that she'd need concrete evidence to prove that she wasn't secretly praying for another private encounter with him.

After the class emptied completely, Professor Damon walked over to the door and locked it from inside.

Rose followed his movements and instinctively rubbed her thighs together again, her heart racing.

*Why is he looking at the door? Is he...* She bit her lip at the thought as more heat rushed out of her, soaking her panties and inner thigh.

"Telling your Professor that you now have a better taste in men, isn't that..." He paused to look at her embarrassed face. "... uneducational?"

"I...I..." Rose started to speak, but her lies weren't coming out this time.

Her brain was trying to survive, managing her aching core and her embarrassed self.

"I didn't mean it like that, I was..."

"Which didn't you mean?" He asked, his smirk returning.

*Ohh, that lip lift, I had missed it all day.*

"Rose!!!" Her subconscious yelled, dragging her back to reality.

"What I said, I didn't mean it...the y... you think." She lied, hoping he'd buy it.

Professor Damon chuckled slightly. "Liars get punished." He said, tapping his index finger on the desk as his eyes caught the movement of her thighs.

"That guy doesn't look like someone who backs down easily." He suddenly changed the topic, referring to Mat.

Rose eyes dropped to her feet. *He is right; I know Mat wouldn't give up that easily. He'd rather feed his ego than accept he was wrong.*

"I.." she cleared her throat, trying to make sure her voice was clear enough and didn't end up coming out as a moan. "I... should have thanked you yesterday...thank you..."

"You were busy with something else." Professor Damon said meaningfully, holding her gaze as he shifted slightly on the table he was leaning on.

"I..."

Professor Damon pushed himself away from the desk, taking slow, deliberate steps towards Rose until her back met the wall, then he placed his left hand beside her head on the wall, caging her with his body.

"You got distracted again today." He said, his finger trailing her face slowly.

"I was..."

"What?" He asked.

"I was..." Rose repeated, her brain already becoming foggy as she leaned into his touch, his scent filling her nose while she tried to push her body forward, but he wasn't letting her.

"You were biting your lips...these lips." He trailed his fingers to her mouth, pressing his thumb softly against her bottom lip. "...while staring at your professor..." He added, almost pushing his thumb into her mouth, but stopped himself and continued rubbing the bottom lip while she chased his thumb.

"If you keep staring at me that way in class..." He withdrew his thumb and leaned into her ear before whispering. "...I'll punish you..." He added before stepping away from her, tucking his hands into his pockets.

"You can leave, Miss Rose."

Rose licked her lips again, and she could swear she saw him swallow hard, almost like he was restraining himself.

A smirk formed on her lips.

Maybe he was.

She unlocked the door, glanced at him one last time before walking out.

As soon as the door closed behind her, Professor Damon's jaw clenched tightly. "Fuck."