Becoming His Ch. 01

He chuckled and gave me a wry grin, "For some reason I feel I can just tell you all of this and not worry about the aftermath."

"I agree," I said with a warm smile.

"My wife and I have agreed to try an open marriage. This was very recent so I haven't explored my new found freedom yet."

Nervously, I said,"Well, with all the girls that drool over you in class, I'm sure you'll find someone to explore it with."

"What if I've already found her?" He locked eyes with me. I would have killed to know what he was thinking at that moment.

I cleared my throat as I tried to not break our eye contact. "And what is she like?"

"She is not like my typical type... yet I get the feeling that she's exactly what I want."

There was a long pause between us. I knew I had to say something but my face was paralyzed. I couldn't form any words. Suddenly the phone rang, breaking the tableau.

Frustrated, he answered the phone, "Dr. Morris... No Jeffery, I am not changing my mind... My decision is final... I am busy at the moment... I'll come in later... I can't... Fine. I'll be there soon." He hung up the phone and took a deep breath. "You have to be tough in this field, Danica. There are many that will try to convince to you do the wrong thing." Running his hand through his luscious silver hair, he said, "I apologize, but I do have to go."

"Of course," I said with a smile and began to pack everything. As I reached over the table to take his plate, he grabbed my wrist. His grip was very firm, but it didn't frighten me.

"I would like to see you again, Danica."

"Class is on Monday," I reminded him.

"No. Tonight."

I looked him sideways. Was he asking me out? Am I really the girl he was talking about?

Before I said anything he said, "Tonight at Evvia Estiatorio. Be there at seven."

Without even thinking, the words, "Yes Sir." came out of my mouth.

"Good. I'll see you then."

"Umm... See you," I said as I walked myself out. I have a date with my professor... Oh fuck.

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What on earth do I wear?? I thought as I stood in front of my closet again for the second time that day. Thank God today's lab was short! I had been so anxious all afternoon. Once I got home at 5, I rushed into the shower. I'd decided to curl my hair and wear natural make up. I don't think he's the type that likes a heavy amount.

After staring at all my clothes for at least 30 minutes, I settled for my black halter cocktail dress with a rhinestone design on the chest, black stiletto heels, and matching accessories. I have always been a jewelry type of girl. Every outfit has it's own set of earrings to match, and not just stud earrings, the big statement types. It was part of my signature look..

As I was getting dressed, my heart was racing. I'm not usually the type to get nervous before a date. I mean, I've had dates before. It's always awkward at first but, once the ice breaks, things generally go smoothly. However, this was different. It felt strange... in a good way.

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I had heard of Evvia Estiatorio. It was near the campus, but I'd never had the chance to go. It was a charming place with clean white linens over wooden tables. With the subdued lighting, it had a very warm, homey feeling.

It was a little past 7 so I wasn't sure if he was already there. Since we hadn't exchanged numbers, I couldn't just text to find out where he was.

I approached the hostess and politely asked, "Hello, is Paul Morris here for his 7 o'clock reservation?"

"Yes he is. Follow me, please." she said as she led me to the table.

With both hands tightly clutching my small purse, I nervously followed her. She led me to a table in the far corner with a window view, and Dr. Morris stood up from his seat as we approached.

"Dancia, I'm glad you could make it. Please, sit," he said, as he pulled out my chair while flashing me a warm smile. As we sat down, the hostess nodded at both of us and before she left she raised one eyebrow at me. It was as though she knew something I didn't.

"Thank you very much for the invitation, Dr. Morris," I said as I took a sip of water.

With that charming smile, he corrected me, "Paul. Please call me Paul." Putting down his menu, he looked at me, "I am happy you came."

Smiling, I continued to read the menu. A lot of their offerings were a tad out of my usual price range and most of the Greek dishes were unfamiliar to me.

A beautiful, leggy blond approached our table. "Hi!" she said in a bubbly voice, "Welcome to Evvia Estiatorio! I'm Monica. Can I start you two with anything to drink?"

Dr... I mean Paul answered immediately, "We would like a Billecart-Salmon."

"Oh wow! Celebrating something?"

He winked at me, "The start of a new chapter."

I couldn't help but giggle. He was just so unreadable. Was he joking? Is he hinting? It definitely was a hint. At least I hope so.

She interrupted my thoughts, "I'm sorry, but I have to ask your daughter for some I.D."

He chuckled, "She is not my daughter."

After reaching in my purse, I handed her my ID, "I'm his student actually."

Raising an eyebrow like the hostess did, Monica said, "Oh. Well... Umm... Would you like anything to start with?"

Again, he chimed in immediately. "Yes. Your feta plate, spanakotiropita and some dolmathes. Thank you."

"Right away. And I'll be back with the Billecart-Salmon."

I quickly scanned through the menu and saw the line saying " Billecart-Salmon" and my eyes widened to the size of golf balls. Without even realizing I was saying it aloud, I said, "Oh my God! 200 dollars?"

He chuckled as he realized I figured out the cost of the champagne. "I hope you enjoy it."

"Dr... Paul. I can't... I can't afford that."

"Who said you were paying?"

"I can't have you pay this much for me!"

He leaned back in his chair and smirked. "As I said, this is just the start."

I just stared at him. I had no response to that. Thank God Monica came back with the ridiculously expensive bottle of champagne.

Pouring both of us a glass, she said, "Your appetizers will be out shortly. Are we ready to order?"

We both placed our orders and handed her the menus. I wanted to ask him on what he meant about this being the start but didn't know how.

Ok. It's pretty obvious where this is going... But what exactly are are we talking about? Just a friend with benefits type thing? Blow him after class when he needs it? Is this something I want? What do I say? Of course I want to fuck him! Look at him! But I don't want to be that type of student...Sleeping with him and get an A while I am at it. Oh, I wish I could read his mind!

Dinner went on as we talked about school and some of his cases. It was very comfortable to talk with him. There weren't any awkward silences or forced conversation. It all felt very natural. It was refreshing not to have to overthink my every response.

Our meal came to an end, and Monica came with the check. Paul immediately handed her his credit card without even glancing at the bill. It made me smile how confident he was. After she processed the card, she came back and wished us a good evening.

Paul and I walked out to the parking lot side by side. He broke the silence, "Where did you park?"

I pointed to my car in the corner of the lot, "Over there."

Being a gentleman, he walked me to my car. As we got closer, I took out my keys but didn't make a move to unlock the door. Instead, I turned to face him and leaned against the driver's door, curious to see what would happen next.

"Thank you for tonight," I said, nervously playing with the keys in my hand.

"I normally don't take my students out like this...but I find you hard to resist, Dancia," he said as though he was trying to convince himself this was ok. "Since you opened up to me about your needs... I feel..." he looked at me like he was having an internal battle with himself.

I didn't know what to do or say. I had an idea of what he was feeling but I didn't know how to convey it in words. We both knew this was not an acceptable thing for a teacher and his student to do. I knew he was a very ethical man and I had no doubt that he was struggling with this even more than I was.

"Danica..." he said barely audible.

"Yes, Paul?"

He closed his eyes as I said it. I wasn't sure if he was thinking about how it sounded for me to call him by his name or thinking of whether or not to do what he was about to do.

He leaned in and pressed my body against the car. Taking my face in his hands, he kissed me hard. It was an angry kiss, as though he needed me like he needed air. He broke the kiss slowly and rested his forehead against mine.

He whispered, "I simply cannot resist you, Dancia."

Without thinking, I put my hands around his neck and pulled him into me for another kiss. I couldn't resist him either. We both knew it was wrong, but it felt so right. Our kiss intensified as I parted my lips and welcomed his tongue. He pressed his body harder into me. No doubt he could feel my hard nipples against his chest just as I could feel his rock hard cock pressed into my stomach.

Breathless, we both pulled apart, panting for breath. Knowing it couldn't go farther than this, he began to walk away. He said, "Good night, Danica. Drive safely."

I didn't want this to stop. I wanted to feel his body pressed into mine. "Paul... Wait." He turned around and awaited my response. Stumbling on my words, I reassured him by saying, "I can't resist you either." He stared at me intensely for a moment and I could almost see the whirling thoughts behind his eyes. Then the moment passed as he nodded and continued to his car.

I got inside my car and sat in stunned silence as I went over what had just happened. I really can't resist him...Oh fuck what have I gotten myself into? I drove home in silence reliving the dinner and that kiss over and over again. Each time I thought of his lips on mine and his cock pressed into my body, I could feel my pussy tingle. I knew my panties were going to be soaking wet by the time I got home. Once I arrived, I robotically removed my clothes, put on my pajamas, washed my face, brushed my teeth and got into bed. As I lay there staring at the ceiling, all I could think was, What am I going to do?

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The weekend felt dreadfully long with restless days and nights. I would have killed to have known what he was thinking. As much as I wanted Monday to come so I could talk to him about it, I was still very nervous about what would be said.

He must have enjoyed it... He was hard... Oh so very hard. I would love to see more of his body... The more I thought about his cock pushing against my body, the wetter I would get. I needed to have that closeness with him again. I really hope he feels the same.

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Walking into class that Monday afternoon with my heart racing, I didn't know what to expect. I arrived before he did and took my seat in the back corner. That morning I had genuinely debated with myself whether to come to class but, after much thought, I realized he might perceive my absence as a sign of weakness or turning him down. I didn't want that.

The moment I saw him walk in my heart was pounding out of my chest. In the mirror that morning, when I was acting this very moment out, I was able to have a confident face but, in reality, I could feel the heat spreading across my face. I knew I was blushing and that knowledge only served to increase the effect.

Outwardly, he showed his mature, confident demeanor but, looking at his face, I could sense an undercurrent there. It was as though he too had been up all weekend thinking about our dinner. He set his briefcase down and scanned the room, his eyes landing on my corner. As if it was straight out of a movie, he saw me and his face lit up. I almost felt like running down the stairs into his arms and having him whirl me around. Unfortunately, life is nothing like the movies. Instead, I smiled to him as I nervously tugged a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

Once he had verified my presence, he slipped into his normal persona. Confidently, he began to teach the day's lecture. To me, it was all a blur. I found myself simply examining him; his walk, his posture, his voice, his smile. I paid attention to everything except the actual subject matter of his talk.

Usually his lectures took the full hour and twenty minutes but today it was only forty. As he was wrapping it up, he nonchalantly said, "Dancia, I need to talk with you."

Not surprised, I packed my bag made my way down the stairs as everyone was going up. By the time I got there, the room cleared out.

"Hi Dr. Morris," I said innocently.

"I told you to call me Paul," he said sternly but with a hint of teasing.

Trying to play along with his teasing, I said, "Yes you did but I wasn't sure if that applied to school."

"Anytime we are alone. Understood?"

I nodded.

"Good. Now about our dinner..."

Before he could say anything I jumped in. Usually I would stay quiet and let him speak but right then I had to get it off my chest. In one breath, I rapidly said, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have provoked you. I know it's wrong and no matter how good it felt and trust me it felt good, I shouldn't have. But I had to kiss you back. I know we shouldn't but I can't help what I feel for you. You have been running through my mind and all I think about is getting closer to you and knowing you but I know I can't and I..."

I would have to continued to ramble but he stopped me by placing his finger gently on my lips. Softly, he said, "Don't apologize. I kissed you because I needed to. I know this is wrong but Danica I can't help myself. I am always in control... Never once I have faltered in that... But you come in and I am mesmerized... I lose all sense of reason."

Looking into his beautiful emerald eyes, I tried to read his mind, but he was as opaque as ever. I needed to know how far he wanted to take this relationship... A side bitch for him to use or... The main one.

"Danica, I want you."

Hearing those words shocked my system. Even if this was a fling, I needed him to quench this craving I had.

"Paul... I don't want to seem too forward," I began nervously.

"What is it Dancia?" He asked as he stepped closer to me, closing the gap between us. He took a loose strand of my hair and tucked in behind my ear. His hand then slipped down to cradle my cheek.

"Could you..." I began but my voice became a low mumble, "come over?"

He chuckled and said, "Say that again."

A little louder I asked, "Could you come over... to my place?"

Smiling widely, he said, "I would love to. However, I cannot be seen by your roommates or fellow students at your apartment."

"Oh. Of course you couldn't," I said as I lowered my head in defeat.

He moved his hand under my cheek and raised my head, "But I could meet you at another place where we won't be seen."

Immediately I lit up. "Really?"

Without giving me an answer, he leaned in and kiss me softly. "Yes. I will text you the info."

Giggling, I joked, "Dr. Morris are you asking for my number?"

With a boyish grin and a twinkle in his green eyes, he said, "Yes Danica. Give me your digits."

I laughed as I told him my number. as much as I loved being with him, I broke up the conversation by saying "I really should go get my homework done."

"Yes, you should little girl."

I smiled at him curiously. Being called little girl was interesting but I liked it.

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Paul: Stanford Park Hotel. 8:00.

Wanting to mess with him a little, I replied with...

Me: Who is this?

Paul: You know who this is.

Me: I am not sure I do.

Paul: One way to find out.

Me: I was told to never meet with strangers.

Paul: It's a good thing I'm not.

Me: Good point... If you have my number it must mean I gave it to you... Oh! Billy from last night.

Paul: Yes. Now come meet me.

Me: Oh Billy! Such a charmer!

Paul: 8:00.

Me: Yes Sir.

I smiled to myself. It was cute texting him like that... Like a normal couple teasing each other...God Danica! You're not a couple... Yet.

Staring at my closet again, I had no idea on what I should wear. I mean... Are we going to fuck? This is a hotel after all... Just thinking about his cock in me sent shivers down my spine.

I settled on a dark navy cocktail dress that covered my chest but had an opening at my cleavage. Touching up my makeup and putting on my earrings, I looked at myself in the mirror, took a deep breath and then blew it back out. This is it... I am going to be with him.

I smiled at the thought, grabbed my purse, and headed for my car. The drive was about 15 minutes with light traffic. Handing my keys to the valet, I headed inside. Being a 5 star hotel, it was no shock that the lobby was drop dead gorgeous. Distracted by looking up at the detailed art work on the ceiling, I bumped in a large man.

Stumbling back to catch myself, I began to apologize.

Obviously frustrated with me, he began to use vulgar language until he looked at me. His tone immediately changed as he said, "I am sorry for the yelling. I didn't know I bumped into someone so gorgeous..."

Politely, I smiled and nodded as I tried to walk around him to go to the bar.

Grabbing my wrist he said, "Leavin' so soon?" Noticing my discomfort he added, "Join me for dinner?"

"Actually, I'm meeting someone here already. "

Not loosening his grip on my wrist, he pulled me closer to him and said sternly, "I insist."

"Let go of me," I asked quietly trying to not make a scene. Looking into the man's dark eyes, I began to get scared. I repeated myself, "Let go of me."

Out of nowhere, I heard a familiar voice. "You heard the lady... Let go of her." Paul approached us in a navy suit that matched my dress. It was as though we coordinated this. It made me smile inside.

"What will you do about it?" The man said forcefully.

"Believe me, you don't want to find out. Let go of my woman's hand. Now. "

My woman's hand... My woman. Though I knew it was not the time, hearing him say that line made my pussy wet. He was protecting me.

After a few seconds of the death stare from Paul, the man finally let go of my wrist. Immediately Paul reached for my hand and intertwined his fingers into mine. His hand was larger but my hand fit perfectly with his.

As the man was about to walk away, he added, "When you are done with this old guy, come up to my room whore."

Paul began to advance towards the man with anger written all over his face. Knowing the damage this could cause to his reputation, I pulled on his arm.

"He isn't worth it Paul!" I shouted trying to bring him closer to me.

"Ya listen to your woman," the man taunted.

People began to crowd around us trying to figure out what was happening. Luckily, the security guard was among them.

"What seems to be the problem, gentleman?"' the security asked as he made his way through the crowd. Noticing how I was holding on to Paul and the way the man looked at me, he put two and two together. "Do we need to escort this man out?" He asked Paul directly.

"Yes. Please do before I do something he'll regret," Paul replied through his teeth. It was taking a lot of resistance to hold back.

The man put his hands in the air to show no resistance as the security guard walked him to the door.

Another man in a perfectly pressed suit approached us. "Dr. Morris! I personally apologize for this! Allow me to make it up to you, please. As our valued customer, we do not want to this to ruin your stay with us. Allow me to send a complimentary basket to your room along with any beverage you and your guest would like."