Brittany stared at Dylan, her mind reeling from what had transpired between them. It was as if the air in the room had changed, and she could sense her mom's presence without seeing her

“I - I think my mom is back,” She whispered as she informed Dylan, her heart pounding crazily against her ribcage.

Dylan nodded, taking a step back.

He got on his feet and adjusted his shirt before settling on the sofa, an awkward silence hanging heavily in the air.

As she gripped her ringing phone, she caught Dylan's eye, and for a moment, they just looked at each other. Brittany's face felt hot, and she quickly looked away, trying to break the tension.

She turned her head slightly as she looked at the window, her ears perked up. The car door’s loud thud could be heard outside, followed by the sound of footsteps.

The room seemed to shrink, the silence between her mom's footsteps and her entry into the room feeling like an eternity.

Brittany's anxiety grew with each passing second, her palms growing sweaty.

The door opened, revealing her mom's stern face. Brittany tried to gauge her mood, but her expression gave away nothing.

She forced a smile.

“Hey, Mom," Brittany said finally, trying to sound casual. "Welcome back.”

Itching her nape, she added, “Urm.. Uncle Dylan just got here. It's like you two planned your arrivals..” she lied, trying to keep a calm demeanor.

Nichole's lips curled into a firm smile as her eyes locked with Dylan. Smiling, he got on his feet and embraced her warmly.

“Oh, my, it's been such a long time. How was your trip from Mexico? Everything went smoothly?”

“The trip was fine. Thanks for asking..”

Nichole nodded sympathetically, her eyes glinting with delight. “You're welcome to stay with us for as long as you need to get settled. So, tell me more about your time in Mexico. I heard you returned because you have some projects you need to handle here..”

Dylan bit his lower lips as he tried to explain the situation to her in a way she wouldn't seem judgemental. The truth was, he owned a sex club both in Mexico and in the States and had only returned to monitor the progress of his club in the US.

He knows how Nichole can be judgemental, so he carefully chose his words, trying to downplay the club aspect or focus on the business side to avoid triggering her concerns.

Clearing his throat, he replied, “Well. I’m just visiting some friends back home plus, we wanted to discuss some potential business partnership.”

Nichole hesitated, and then nodded. He could tell that she was still skeptical, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied his expression.

Turning to Brittany, she said, “Why not bring some snacks for your uncle, Britt?”

Brittany swallowed the huge lump in her throat as her gaze drifted towards Dylan . Nodding, she ambled towards the kitchen and got the snacks she had prepared.

“Goddamn! - I can't believe we - we did that..” Her voice dropped to a whisper, her face flushed from embarrassment.

She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and bit her lips so hard.

As she cranked the faucet handle, she cupped her hand beneath the gentle steam of water flowing out, feeling the cool liquid pour over her skin…

After splashing the water to her face, she stared at her reflection in the kitchen window, her face etched with guilt.

She could feel Dylan's eyes everywhere, and she could feel him at every corner of her mind.

Gosh!

“Stay calm, Britt. Try not to get flustered. Act normal.” She said to herself, trying hard to calm her racing thoughts.

Holding the tray of snacks, she returned to the sitting room where her mom's laughter filled the air, momentarily easing Brittany's tension as she wondered if her mom had any idea what had just transpired.

As Brittany dropped the tray of cookies and sandwiches, Dylan 's eyes sized her up, leaving her cheeks flushed with a mix of guilt and anxiety.

The way he looked at her. Those sexy, lustful eyes of his. She felt naked under his heated gaze, his eyes felt like it was suggesting that he wanted to clear the entire table and eat her instead.

The thought of that made her core wet, her juices slipping in between her thighs.

As he tore his gaze from her, she took in the sexy breadth of his shoulders and the way the vein on his hands bulged when he poured wine in his glass.

Neither of them spoke with their mouths, but they talked a lot with their eyes.

And the strange attraction that she felt toward him made her wary.

It was wrong, and she knew that.

Even if he was adopted, he was still her uncle.

But she couldn't deny the sexual pull that lingered.

Nichole cleared her throat, gaining their attention.

Brittany felt awkward as she took a step back.

She wondered if her mom had noticed the tension between her and Dylan .

Nichole beamed with pride, her eyes locked on Dylan . "I have some exciting news to share. Brittany's been accepted to Notre Dame!”

There was a pause and then, Dylan's face lit up with a forced smile as he faced Brittany, whose expression was unreadable. "That's amazing, Brittany! Congratulations!"

Brittany smiled weakly, still avoiding his gaze. "Thanks."

Dylan turned to Nichole. "Notre Dame… Isn't that in Indiana? When is she going? This fall, right?”

“Yes. In fact, she'll be leaving next week so she can get settled on campus, attend orientation, and start getting familiar with the university before classes begin.” Nicole replied enthusiastically while Dylan caught a sight of Brittany giving her an eye roll, her face etched with frustration.

He could tell that she wasn't happy with the prospect of attending Notre Dame.

Dylan broke the silence with a suggestion. “Urm. My friends live in Indiana and I'll be going there next week. If you don't mind, I'd love to drop her off to save costs.”

Nichole hesitated, unsure. "Oh, Dylan , I don't know... That's a long drive."

Dylan spoke in a calm tone as he reassured her. "It's no trouble, really. I'd be happy to help."

Nichole eventually agreed. "Well, if you're sure... That would be a big help."

Dylan smiled. "Great, it's settled then." His eyes met Brittany's, and she felt a flutter in her chest.

****************

The drive to Indiana was heavy with silence and the weight of her mom's warning.

The quiet ride was a mix of sadness, pride, and anticipation as they made their way to a new chapter in Brittany's life. They filled the trunk with luggage, all packed for Brittany’s new adventure at Notre Dame.

Dylan gripped the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. He lowered the volume of the radio, took a deep breath, and broke the silence with a question.

“Is everything okay, Brittany? You've been quiet since morning. Care to tell me?” He asked, his voice full of concern.

Brittany's gaze drifted towards the windshield, staring at the passing landscape.

Sighing, she replied, “Just a little overwhelmed, I guess,” She mumbled, her voice above a whisper

And then she turned to face him, her voice firm. “I don't know, Dylan . I just don't feel right about this.”

Dylan swerved the car to a different path and stepped on the gas pedal. “You’ve been accepted Brittany. You're prepared for this. What is going on?”

Brittany creased her brows, her frustration evident. Pushing a strand of her hair behind her ears, she whined, “I dunno. I'm just…. It's just.. Notre Dame. It's so catholic. I don't know if I can fit in.”

Dylan's expression softened, “But you're going to get a great education there..”

Brittany shook her head and sighed once again. “That's not the point. The point is.. I don't wanna be surrounded by all that religiosity, it feels….. suffocating.”

Dylan nodded thoughtfully, his eyes filled with understanding. “Maybe it will be different than you think. Who knows, you might find a community that works for you.”

As Dylan parked the car, Brittany's eyes held a mix of emotions. She hesitated before unbuckling her belt.

“But.. I - I don't want this. I can never fit in.”

Dylan held her cheek, and stared into her eyes, “I know you can do this, Brittany. And about what we discussed the other time..”

He paused before admitting. “it's - it's not possible, Brittany.”

“Why?” Brittany croaked out, her face etched with disappointment.

“I know I live close to the school, but your mom has no clue about it. I know you're thinking about staying with me instead of on-campus but I don't think that's a good idea.”

“Just tell me. Why isn't it possible?” Brittany asked. “I could stay with you and—”

Dylan cut her off, “Britt, I care about you but living together…. It's not safe for you. For us. You need to focus on your studies and your life. I mean, I don't wanna be a distraction. If your mom gets to find out about your plans, you know what she's capable of. Plus, you don't know much about me…”

Brittany swallowed the lump in her throat, pushing back the tears that threatened to fall.

“Are you saying this because you think I can't live with you? That I'm still mommy's good girl who can't make her own decisions?”

Dylan's face softened as he tried to convey that wasn't what he meant. “That’s not it, Brittany. It has nothing to do with your mom or being a ‘good girl.’ it's about us, and the situation we're in. You know it's kinda complicated.”

“Complicated? You mean because of what people might think? Or because mom wouldn't approve?”

Dylan's grip tightened on the steering wheel, unable to respond.

Gulping down the lump in his throat, he finally said, “Both, Brit. I - I don't wanna put you in a situation where you'll feel trapped or obliged to me.”

Brittany nodded as her face fell, understanding dawning on her.

Alighting from the car, she whispered sadly, “Thanks for the ride.”

After taking her luggages from the car, she left in silence while Dylan shoved his fingers into his hair, a deep sigh escaping his lips.

As Brittany made her way to the campus, she saw a young professor who tried to speak to her, but she ignored him, feeling hurt, misunderstood and frustrated at Dylan's refusal.

Brittany reluctantly settled for on-campus housing since her mom had already paid for it, and she didn't want to waste the money.

She engaged in orientation, school activities and also familiarized with some students, but her mind still drifted towards Dylan.

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A few weeks into the semester, Brittany was determined to see Dylan .

Alighting from the cab, she clutched her bag tightly as she stood in front of his mansion.

He has no clue she was coming over. Although she was aware, he had his house close to the university, he never mentioned which specific house it was.

She was able to get the address of his house after seeking a peek at his document when they were together.

Brittany gawked as she stared at his huge mansion which stood behind iron gates. Sprawling lawns spread around it and its immaculate walls screamed wealth. As she walked in, she clutched her bag tightly, her gaze flying around with a hint of amusement.

“Uncle Dylan?” She called as she walked up the stairs, her voice bouncing off the walls.

The entire place seems empty. Like he wasn't at home.

“Dylan!” she called once more. Stopping at the front of his room, she wrapped her fingers around the doorknob and pushed it open.

He wasn't in his room either.

Her eyes traced every corner as she trailed her fingers along every surface.

Ambling towards his closet, she opened it and was shocked to see series of sex objects and torture devices.

Curious, she reached for the leather paddle, violet wand, and silk blindfold. Dropping them down, she looked up and her gaze landed on a pair of handcuffs.

As she slid her hand into one of it, it locked, leaving her handcuffed to the metal railing, leaving her surprised.

“What the hell!” She mumbled, trying to free herself. With a metallic click, the second cuff locked around her other wrist, securing her to the railing and leaving her entirely trapped.

“Holy fuck!” She whispered, eyes going wide.

“Argh!” A groan escaped her lips, and she winced in discomfort as she tried slipping her hand out of the cuff.

Next, the sound of footsteps.

Gasping, she turned in the direction and was shocked to see Dylan leaning against the wall with a white towel wrapped around his waist.

He looked at her from head to toe with a smirk on his face, completely amused.

“Well…. What can I say?—-”

“—This is an interesting predicament.”

As he took a few steps towards her, she could feel her chest constrict.

Brushing his fingers against her skin, he whispered, “What are you doing here, Little kitten? Didn't I warn you to stay away?”

Brittany turned to look at him, her muscles relaxed as his body came in contact with her. “I - I want you,” the words slipped out of her mouth, her eyes filled with longing.

Dylan smirked as he took in her features. Sliding his finger through a strand of her hair, he sniffed it and clicked his tongue, a smirk appearing on his face.

And then he grazed her neck with his nose, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.

Dylan slid his hands down her waist and thighs. She was in a top and shorts which exposed her gorgeous thigh. As he spun her around to face him, he caressed her cheeks, his eyes locked onto hers, a mix of surprise and intrigue in them.

“You said you want me. Is that so?” He whispered, his deep voice low and smooth.

She nodded, her eyes sparkling with desire. His smirk deepened, and he spoke in a low tone. “You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, kitten.”

Her eyes fluttered closed and then snapped open as he slid his fingers along her neck.

“I want you, Dylan. I care less about what I'm getting into,” Brittany whispered, her voice filled with lust.

Dylan's lips twitched into a mischievous smile, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

“Good,” He said, his voice low and husky as he teased her earlobes.

“Because you're not getting out.” With that statement, he crashed his lips against hers while their body grinded, the friction between them building tension.

Each touch sent something primal, something dark with arousal lingering in the air, their movements a dance of desire and need.

Brittany's hand remained trapped in the handcuffs while her lips remained captured in that of Dylan's. He let out a low grumble as he fondled her body, his touch sending a spark of electricity through her.

Breaking the kiss, he whispered, sliding a finger down her ear. “What do you want daddy to do to you?”

Brittany's lips parted, her p**y throbbing as his touch sent a sensual sensation within her.

“I want you to f**k me,” she said, her voice filled with pleas.

“Are you sure about this, Brit? There's no going back!”

“I'm not asking to go back,” Her voice was full of confidence as she spoke.

“I'm ready to go further,” she challenged him, her voice laced with lust.

Dylan tongue trailed her ears down to her neck and she let out a moan. “You're gonna regret this decision you made, kitten. You're playing with fire and it's gonna consume you.

"I'd burn just to see the flames," she whispered, her eyes locked on his, daring him to ignite the spark.

Dylan growled as he slammed his lips against hers, their tongues tangled as they exchanged salivas, their passion igniting like a wildfire.

“You've tested the devil himself, and you'll burn for it.” He spoke as he unzipped her shorts and pulled them down. Taking down her panties, he sniffed it and whispered, “You smell so good, kitten.”

Putting it aside, she arched her back and exposed her wet cunt in front of him.

The sight of it made Dylan hard, and he plucked his fingers, rubbing and thrusting.

He tore her top and unsnapped her bra before burying his face in her plump tits.

“Fuck!” He whispered as he began sucking and rolling his tongue around her hard nipples.

“You're so fucking hard and wet for me, little kitten..” He mumbled as he nibbled her nipple, while she moaned, her hands still trapped in the cuffs.

“Oh my,” she mumbled, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as he began sucking and fondling her tits.

Cupping her soft tits, he kneaded it with his large palms.

“Your tits are gorgeous. I'd love to cum over them, kitten.”

As Brittany's moans rendered in the air, he took her panties and stuffed it in her mouth.

His eyes danced with amusement as his gaze drifted towards her glistening p**y once more.

As he ran his fingers over her slit, he gathered the moisture and dragged it over her clit.

Plucking his fingers in, he began thrusting. Her back arched, but her moans were muffled by the panties in her mouth.

Spreading her legs, he plucked another finger in and circled her clit, driving her to climax.

“Argh!” she moaned, her back arching.

As he thrusted once more, a slurp sound escaped, mingling with their ragged breaths.

“You’ve crossed a line, kitten, and now you'll face the darkness you've awakened.” He whispered in her ears, his voice dark, rich and husky as it tinged with a warning.

“Oh, fuck..” Brittany cussed as he pushed one long finger in. Her p**y clenched, and she squirted as he rolled his fingers around her clit, hitting every part of her G-spot.

He twisted his fingers and then pulled them out before holding them up to her face.

It was coated and shiny with her wetness.

“Open your mouth, kitten, and have a taste of yourself.” Dylan spoke as he slid his fingers in while she licked every inch of her wetness.

“Good girl,” He whispered and then gripped her neck before smashing his lips against hers once more in a possessive claim.

His broad chest brushed against her hard nipples.

Her p**y writhed as he plucked his fingers in, drawing circles around it..

“Hmmm.” A moan escaped her lips as he pinched her clit.

Her p**y throbbed around his fingers and Brittany began riding as he thrusted deeper.

“I want you to cum on me, kitten,” Dylan whispered as the pace of his thrust increased. Twisting his fingers, he circled her clit, pinching, rubbing, and pumping.

“Fuck! Please, daddy,” Brittany moaned as he hit a spot that made her see stars.

“Yes, kitten,” Dylan grunted. “Cum for me, I want you to cum for daddy,” He spoke in a dark tone which tinged with amusement.

The pleasure rushed through Brittany like a flood and she threw her head back as she rolled her eyes.

“Yes, daddy. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum for you…” she moaned, her ragged breaths filling the air as she began to cum on his fingers.

“Fuck.” Dylan whispered as she cum once again, going into orgasm.

As he released her hands from the handcuffs, she stared at the bulge in his groin area beneath the towel.

Going on her knees, she took off his towel and darted her tongues around her lower lips hungrily, her eyes sparkling with intrigue.

“I want to suck you, daddy,” she whispered as she wrapped her hands around his thick heavy length, which was loaded with veins.

His c**k jerked in her hands and Dylan moaned as her cold touch sent a jolt of electricity through him.

“Fuck!” He cussed as she licked the tip with her tongue and ran her tongue down the length.

Fisting his hand into her hair, he gently guided her head backwards and shoved his c**k into her mouth. The warmth of it sent a shiver down Dylan's spine.

“Fuck.. you're one good slut, Brit,” He grunted, his hips thrusting into her mouth till her lips are finally wrapped around his huge length.

Saliva ran down her jaw as she began sucking him, her eyes starting to water.

His c**k stretched her lips to the max. And even as it reached the back of her throat, a few inches of his length were still outside

Raising his foot, he pressed it firmly against her wet p**y.

He began to move his feet while she continued sucking and moaning at once.

As she ground against his foot, he thrusted in her mouth, their moans rendering the air with pleasure shooting all over their skin like flashes of electricity.

As his thrust continued, she reached up for his balls and rubbed her fingers around it.

Dylan dragged his lower lip with his teeth as a moan rumbled from his chest.

“F**k!” He shot out. “I'm going to cum in that skilful mouth of yours, kitten.”

He said in a guttural growl as he kept pounding and thrusting in her mouth. After a few minutes, Brittany felt the hot splash of his c**m in her mouth. As she choked, he pulled her head backwards and held her in place, making sure her mouth was full of his hot seed.

“You're so sweet…”

As he flipped Brittany around, he pinned her to the bed, his lips trailing gentle kisses on her skin as he knelt behind her.

Taking a blindfold, he tied it around her eyes and cuffed her hands.

“I told you, didn't I?” He whispered, planting kisses on her nape.

“Whoever dares the devil must be prepared for the flames.” With that, he gripped her thighs and Brittany stifled a gasp when she felt his huge c**k at her entrance.

Brittany's p**y throbbed and pulsed, begging to be filled up with his massive d**k. Dylan’s d**k nudged the curve of her entrance, fueling her desires and needs for him. As he pushed his d**k into her, her p**y expanded to accommodate him. He wasted no time in pounding as he moved to the hilt inside her, filling her up with his entire length.

“Argh!” A moan escaped from Brittany's lips..

Brittany gripped the sheet, her breath coming out in short bursts as she awaited how he would explore her body in ways she'd never experienced before.

Her heart raced with a mix of excitement and nervousness as his hands began to roam over her skin, tracing the curves of her body with a gentle touch that sent shivers down her spine.

He was above her, his d**k plunged and buried in her with his hands fondling and kneading her plump tits.

As he grazed her ear with his tongue, he whispered, “You're no longer mommy's good girl, Brittany. You're daddy's little kitten. Do you know what usually happens to bad girls who are called kittens?”

He asked while Brittany shook her head, her entire body shuddering as her anticipation mounted. His eyes locked onto hers, filled with a desire that mirrored her own, as he whispered, "They get punished.”

With that, he smacked her ass, eliciting a moan from her.

“Hmmm..” She moaned, her voice muffled by the pillow as she leaned in, his warm breath whispering against her skin. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, her body trembling with expectation.

He smacked her ass once more, and she squirted right on his d**k.

“Damn! You're so fucking wet for daddy,” Dylan spoke as he slid his fingers into her clit, rubbing and sending her to an extreme stage of cloud nine.

“Fuck…please, daddy..” Brittany whispered as pleasure surged through her, drowning her like current.

“Once I'm done with you, you won't be able to walk for days, kitten,” Dylan said in a final tone that dripped with sensual warning.

Holding her thighs, he slammed into her with full force while her p**y stretched once more, adjusting to his huge size.

He rammed into her fiercely, his hips slapping against her round ass. The bed came in contact with the wall, the creak sound and their moans piercing the silence.

Dylan rocked his hips backwards and thrusted into her, increasing his pace. His primal instincts roared to life as he pinned her head against the pillow, pushing her ass closer to him.

He groaned, pounding harder, faster and rougher while Brittany's tears wet her blindfold. She began to move her hips in rhythm to his strokes. As he smacked her ass once more, she convulsed with pleasure, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

He continued with fast paces while she kept her eyes closed, feeling the mixture of pain and pleasure from his d**k banging the walls of her p**y.

"That's it kitten! Feel me inside you. You're so fucking tight.”

Dylan grunted as he made repeated thrusts, their lewd sounds echoing through the room, punctuated by the clapping of skin against skin.

He slid his fingers under her arms and held her tightly. Then, she felt his breath fanning her ears.

"F**k!" He grunted, pulling his d**k out. He breathed and gasped, and she felt the remaining c*m from his d**k dripping on her pussy lips.

Dylan used his hand to hold his cock, and then he tapped her Virginia entrance with the tip of his cock. Her p**y responded by twitching and oozing out his cum, slowly sliding down her asshole..

Swiftly, he spun her around to face him.

Grabbing her legs, he bent her in two, making sure her knees were touching her shoulders before plunging his d**k into her already wet p**y again. He sank and drove in and her cry rendered in the cold air that evening.

“You love being punished, don't you?” He asked, running his tongue down her chest to her two tits. Her entire body jerked with pleasure as she nodded.

He moved his hands to her side, cupping her hips, holding it firm within his grasp as he went harder. She squeezed around him, and her toes curled instinctively as he began thrusting once more, hitting every part of her G-spot.

"F**k! I want to feel that sweet pussy cum all over my d**k." He reared her up and placed her so that his cock was still inside her and her butt was on his thighs.

"Yeah! That feels so good!" He said as he pounded faster, fucking her harder than before. Her legs remained wrapped around his waist and when he went deeper, she gasped and that gave him the chance to clash his lips against hers, with his tongue gliding in and sucking hers.

“We're nowhere over, kitten. You asked for this and I'll give it to you,” Dylan mumbled, gripping her thighs and rocking his hips against hers, his trust hitting parts that made her see stars.

*******************************

After some weeks, Brittany could get along with some friends and coarse mates in Notre Dame. She was extremely close to Fiona, her roommate. They shared items, meals, and even secrets. Brittany had told her about her forbidden crush on her uncle and Fiona had also shared her secrets about having feelings for one of their professors at the university.

“Which of the professors are you referring to?” Brittany asked once they stepped out of their dormitory.

Different students roamed the corridors and halls, their chats and gossips filling the air.

Fiona clutched the book she was holding to her chest and adjusted her spectacles.

A broad smile tugged at her lips as she revealed. “I'm referring to Professor Thompson, Brittany.”

“Wow!” Brittany mumbled, her eyes going wide as she struggled to process her words.

Confused, she mumbled, “I know we have a lot of professors, but I have no clue who professor Thomson is.”

Fiona's cheeks flushed, and she glanced around nervously before leaning in. “Shh. Not so loud. He teaches literature.”

“Oh,” Brittany mumbled with a nod.

“Yeah. And the way he explains complex themes is really captivating.” Fiona replied, pushing a strand of her hair behind her ears.

Brittany smiled mischievously.

Winking at her, she spoke, “You're totally smitten.”

Fiona rolled her eyes playfully and clicked her tongue. “You need to see how he teaches. I get to understand complex subjects. It just hurts that most girls are also infatuated with him. How would he be able to notice me when he has several girls fawning over him in class and around campus?”

Fiona sighed, feeling like she was just another face in the crowd, lost among the sea of admirers.

As they approached their next class, Brittany smiled as she nudged Fiona playfully. “You know what.. you should totally ask him for advice on your paper..who knows, maybe he might even notice you in a different way?”

Fiona nodded, her eyes flashing with excitement. “Wow. I think I'll take your advice, Brittany..”

The class commenced once a lecturer stepped in. Silence ensued, with every attention drawn to his stern face.

Brittany sighed and reclined on her chair, but as she listened to his boring lectures, a smile curled at her lips as her thoughts drifted towards Dylan .

After lectures, she headed down the hallway alone while Fiona went for a club meeting. Brittany wasn't a fan of clubs, so she prefers to spend her free time reading or watching movies.

She was on her way to her dormitory when a hand pulled her to a corner..

A stifled gasp escaped her lips as her gaze settled on a tall man with a broad chest, the muscles rippling beneath his fitted shirt. His rugged features and chiseled jaw only added to the aura of strength surrounding him.

Brittany's gaze went to the tag on his shirt, which had his name on it.

“Professor Thompson?…” She whispered, looking up at his deep blue eyes which held hers in their grasp. Isn't this the same man Fiona was talking about?

What the heck does he want with her?

And then her eyes narrowed as she took in his features, trying to recall where she had seen him.

Professor Thompson's eyes narrowed slightly as he spoke,

"I've been keeping an eye on you, Brittany, And I've noticed you've been leaving school grounds regularly to visit someone. Care to tell me who?" His tone was neutral, but his gaze was piercing, as if searching for any hint of deception.

Brittany's eyes went wide with shock.

And that was when it dawned on her.

He was the same man who had tried to speak to her when she first stepped into Notre Dame.

She couldn't shake the memory of how she'd brushed Professor Thompson off, still reeling from the sting of Dylan 's rejection.

Her mind was preoccupied by the pain of his refusal to let her move off campus with him, and she barely noticed the professor trying to engage her. Now, she wondered if that distant behavior had raised some red flags.

A faint smile appeared on his face as he leaned forward, his hands in his pocket.

“Wh-who are you?” Brittany asked, her voice laced with curiosity.

“I'm a lecturer here…”

“No, I mean. Why are you spying on me?”

“Your mom told me to keep a watch on you, Britt.” He replied, his tone neutral.

“Wh- what! Why did my mom ask you to keep a watch on me? What for?!” Brittany asked, eyes wide.

He smirked, his expression unreadable, and then his voice dropped into a slightly firmer tone. “I guess your mom is concerned about your wellbeing And I intend to find out what was going on..”

“What do you know? Do- do you suspect anything?”

He paused, his lips conformed into a thin line.

And then he broke the silence. “I’m aware of your little secret, Britt. Your obsession with your uncle, Dylan .”

A heavy lump settled in Brittany's throat, her eyes wide with fear.

“Please, don't tell my mom about this. You'll - you'll never imagine what would happen if she finds out about Dylan and me. Can you keep this between us?”

Brittany implored, hoping he'd understand.

Thompson's expression turned sinister, and a sly smile curled at his lips. Tracing his fingers on her cheeks, he leaned forward and whispered, “You ignored me when I tried to speak to you the first time I saw you.”

Brittany swallowed hard. “It's not like I intend to ignore you. I - I was…”

“I see. You were angry because of Dylan ?”

“How the hell did you know?”

“I saw you two. I saw the expression on your face and I knew you must have had some epic arguments.”

Thompson slid his fingers into her hair, his cool blue eyes sizing her up with a hint of lust in it.

As he stepped closer, he placed his hand on the wall and whispered in her ears, “I can't seem to get my eyes off you, Britt. I'll do as you wish. Keep it a secret from your mom but you have to give me those same pleasures you give to Dylan .”

With that, he licked her earlobe, causing her to release cute moans. Hoisting her with his muscles, he raised her skirt and shifted her panties aside, plucking two fingers in her cunt.

“You’re so tight..” He whispered as he withdrew his fingers from her and licked it.

“What do you say?” He asked as he ran his tongue up and down her neck, sending shivers down her spine. The sensitive gentle touch sparked a flutter in her chest, and she leaned into his dangerous caress, her skin sensitive to his warm breath.

“Do you agree with this?”