Despised And Devoured By My Step Father

Is This Love?

Danny's POV

"Wait...wait, Sir," I gasped, my hands bracing against the cold, polished wood of the office door.

I managed to wedge an arm between us, pushing against Chadwick's broad chest. The soft fabric of the professor's shirt, smooth under my trembling finger, but the heat radiating from him was primal, almost suffocating. My head was spinning, my lips stinging from a kiss that felt like he intended to bruise me.

I didn't move. I stood there, my chest heaving, his large hands still clamped around my waist like iron shackels. His eyes were dark, the usual sharp blue replaced by a desperation that made my stomach turn.

"You're shaking already," Chadwick whispered, his voice a low , gravelly rasp that vibrated in the small space between us.

"I am not," I lied, my voice cracking. I tried to pull back further, but Chadwick's grip only tightened, his fingers digging into my sweat pant, rubbing my c**k with his fingers. "The sketchbook. You said...you said if I came here you wouldn't..."

"If you shake like this with just a kiss," Chadwick interrupted, Imagine your leg hanging on my shoulders, while I thrust into your hole with my cock." Those words made my body inflate in fire, I couldn't think of anything else. I kept imagining that scene, like I was living in the moment. Couldn't believe after all my rebellion I was falling over Chad once again.

He let go of my waist abruptly, the loss of contact making the air feel suddenly freezing. He stepped back, straightening his tie with jerky, agitated movements. "Sit down, Danny. Before you wet your pants."

He gestured toward the massive mahogany chair behind the desk. It was the throne of the department, a seat of power that I had always views from a distance with a mixture of fear and lust.

"In your chair?" I asked, my heart hammering.

"Would you prefer my thighs? Sit. Down, boy."

I obeyed, but honestly yeah I would prefer his thigh. The seat still held the faint warmth of Chadwick's body. Right now, my body was wanting so many things. I just wanted to be engulfed in my step father's heat. "Urghh, don't judge me," I said to myself quietly.

Chadwick didn't sit in the guest chair, instead, he prowled around the desk, leaning over me, his hands planted on the armrests. He was hovering, a predator shadow blocking out the light from the office window.

"Open the textbook," he commanded, his voice returning to that, detached professor tone I hated. "Chapter four. The nervous system. Since yours seem to be so.... compromised lately."

I fumbled with the heavy book, my fingers numb. I could feel Chadwick's gaze on the back of my neck, a physical weight that made my skin crawl.

"You think this is funny?" I muttered, staring at a diagram that blurred before my eyes. "You know, you are blackmailing me into private lessons just so you can bully me more? Why don't you just give me my book back? You are already married to my mother."

Chadwick leaned down further, his breath ghosting over my ears. "Never, in my life have I bullied you, Danny. I just want you to focus. I want you to stop throwing your life away on cheap boys."

For a second, I felt like standing up and clapping my hands to his awesome speech. This manipulative man had just denied ever bullying me. "If you are referring to Leo, he isn't cheap. We are in love."

The mention of Leo and the word love made Chadwick's jaw tightened, a vein pulsing in his temple. He didn't respond with words. Instead, he moved with a slow deliberate gravity, sinking to his knees in the narrow space between the desk and my chair.

I froze, my breath hitching. The cold Dr Chadwick, the man who terrified every freshman, was kneeling at my feet.

"What are you doing?" I whispered, my voice trembling.

He didn't answer. His hands moved to my knees, pushing them apart with a firm, silent authority. There was no mockery in his expression now, only a terrifying focus. He looked up at me, his eyes bloodshot and raw.

"Let me show you what's better than love," he hissed.

My pulse was a frantic drumbeat in my ears. I should have kicked out. But the wrongness of the sight, the power I felt I had over him now, paralyzed me. Chadwick pulled down my sweat pant just in one push, dropping it over my knees. My thighs and meat exposed to the hot air in the room.

Then came the sound that stopped my world.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The sound was sharp, cheerful and horribly familiar. My blood turned to ice. Anytime I was finally about to have my moment it always shattered.

"Danny? You in there, man?

It was Leo. His voice was muffled by the heavy oak door, but his tone was light and easy.

"Professor Chadwick? Sorry to interrupt," Leo continued, his voice getting clearer as he leaned closer to the door.

I went rigid. I looked down. Chadwick was still kneeling between my legs, his hands frozen at my waist. Our eyes met, and for a split second, we were both terrified.

"Danny?"

"He's not here. Now vanish from my door, Leo."

Chadwick's voice was suddenly loud projected toward the door with a professional calm. He didn't move an inch from his position on the floor.

"Oh...okay. Sorry, professor," Leo muttered.

I listened to the sound of Leo's sneakers fading down the hallway. I felt like I had just watched a car crash in slow motion. The weight of the betrayal felt like a physical weight to my chest.

Chadwick let out a long, slow exhale against my skin. He didn't get up.

I looked down at the top of Chadwick's head, at the dark hair and the expensive outfit. I felt a sudden, sharp surge of clarity.

"Are you sure, you aren't into men, Chad?" I whispered, the question cutting through the thick silence like a blade. "Or is this love?"