By Normandie Alleman (Guest Blogger)
What
is it about Professors that make them so sexy?
For
one, they are forbidden, and forbidden love is delightfully juicy.
(Think Romeo and Juliet) And we all know professors are not supposed
to canoodle with their students. So when we sit through their often
less-than-stimulating lectures, it’s much more fun to let our minds
go to naughty places and imagine what they would be like behind
closed doors.
Then
there’s the “older man” dynamic that many are so drawn to. We
tend to think of professors as experienced, worldly. And that’s
hot. Perhaps he can teach us things we don’t already know. Many
would like to be the student who is taught the mysterious joys of
lovemaking by an older, wiser teacher who is a master in the game of
love.
I
used to believe that “serious” men were boring in the love
department. I thought you had to have dashing bad boys for real
excitement. Once I realized the folly of that assumption, I decided
to write a story that incorporated the idea that a nice, responsible
guy can still heat up the bedroom. Deciding he would be a professor,
well, that was an easy choice.
In
this story, it’s the wild, adventurous student who seduces her
Professor, not the other way around. She expects to wow him,
believing he will be the one to learn something from her, but he
surprises her when he pulls her over his knee and spanks her for her
bratty behavior. The couple embarks on a sizzling journey towards a
D/s relationship while outside circumstances threaten to tear them
apart.
Blurb
for The Professor’s Plaything
Twenty-one
year old Colette Ellis has done plenty of daydreaming about Professor
John McGill, but after a spur-of-the-moment decision to seduce him in
his office turns her fantasies into reality, she is left longing for
more.
She soon learns that this handsome academic can be as
firm as he is passionate, and when her bratty behavior earns her a
sound spanking she sees a side of him she never expected. Before she
knows it, the beautiful young woman finds herself tied up at his
mercy, naked, exposed, and more aroused than she could have ever
imagined. As she grows closer to him, she cannot help but wonder how
long this can last. Could John come to see her as more than just a
naughty coed?
John has never fallen for a student… until
now. There is something different about Colette, something that
brings him alive in a way he has never felt before. Can he dare to
hope that she is after more than just a fling?
Excerpt
Colette
frowned. Things were not going the way she’d hoped. She needed some
serious research experience, and she hoped to obtain a glowing
recommendation from Professor McGill. She really wished someone had
told her about all this before she spent the first three years of
college funneling beer and hanging out with frat boys. She was in a
mess.
If
Professor McGill wasn’t going to be able to help her, she had no
idea what she could do. All her options had disappeared, and it felt
as if the walls were closing in on her. Tears began to well up in her
eyes.
The
Professor peered over his glasses at her. “Is there anything else?”
He
seemed so eager to get rid of her sitting there in his button-down
shirt, all serious and mature. Much more mature than any of the boys
she’d dated. This man operated at a different level than the party
boys she knew.
The
combination of his blunt rejection of both her presence and her offer
to do more research, sent her unshed tears spilling down her cheeks.
When
he saw she was crying, he searched the room for some tissues.
Retrieving some from a table in the center of the room, he handed her
the box.
She
dabbed her eyes and sniffled. “Thanks, that’s sweet of you. I’m
okay. Sorry about that.”
“What’s
the matter?” he looked both concerned and horrified, like he’d
never had a crying girl in his office before and he had no idea what
to do.
“I’m
just having a difficult time. I’ve been rejected by all the grad
schools I’ve applied to, and I guess the pressure is getting to
me.”
“Why
don’t you sit down?” He gestured to a couch that was covered with
books and papers. Seeing there wasn’t room for anyone to sit there,
he started moving the books and papers to the table where the tissues
had been. “Sorry about the mess.”
“That’s
okay,” she said sitting down. She understood. Her bedroom was a
disaster area.
He
sat beside her. “I wish I had more work on the research project for
you, but we won’t be moving onto the next phase until Fall and I
already have the people in place I need.”
She
nodded, suddenly aware that his thigh was centimeters from touching
hers. His biceps bulged against the fabric of his shirt and she
wondered how she could have missed noticing how muscular he was when
she’d been in his class. Maybe he’d started working out since
then.
He
continued to talk about his research, but she was distracted by how
hot he looked with those studious glasses and his sexy Van Dyke
beard. When she had been a student in his class, Colette had
daydreamed about Professor McGill all through class and whenever she
passed him in the hallways. She’d wondered what it would be like to
kiss him, to feel his beard tickle her chin.
Then
something inside her snapped. All the desperation, all the
rejections, all the uncertainty she faced came crashing down on her.
Watching his delicious lips move while he talked, she recognized an
opportunity.
Feeling
like she had nothing to lose, she leaned over and pressed her lips to
his.
He
grabbed her upper arms and she thought he was going to push her away.
Instead, he responded to her kiss.
Forwardly
her tongue darted between his lips, and he began to explore her
mouth, a short groan springing forth from his throat.
Emboldened
by his reaction to her advances, Colette placed a hand on top of his
thigh, her heart beating faster in her chest. She allowed her hand to
travel up his leg and rest on his crotch. The bulge in his pants was
clear evidence that he found her attractive.
Colette
slid onto the floor, positioning herself between his knees. Her blue
eyes met his green ones. “I really appreciate you letting me work
on your project,” she fawned, deciding if she kept talking, perhaps
he wouldn’t send her away. Easier to talk about his blasted
research project than what was happening between them. “You really
have been helpful.”
“I’m
glad,” he choked out looking a bit dazed.
Butterflies
fluttered in her stomach. What if he pulled away? Or worse, what if
he kicked her out of his office? Reported her to the dean, or
whoever?
Remembering
that he’d kissed her back, Colette summoned all her courage before
reaching up and tugging at the zipper on his pants.
About
the Author
A
former psychologist, Normandie has always been fascinated by human
behavior. She loves writing quirky characters that are all too human.
Fiber arts, baking, and Pinterest are a few of her favorite pastimes.
She lives on a farm with a passel of kids, an adorable husband, and a
pet pig who’s crazy for Red Bull.
Follow
her on:
Twitter
at @NormandieA
As
a former editor of an iconic women’s magazine, sexy stories and
beautiful men have long been her beat.
