The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Harrison!”

There was the sound of a ringing slap as Miss St. John slapped her father across the face.

I winced, my eyes flicking to Principal Joseph Clayton where he sat at his desk next to me. Somehow, instead of watching the father-daughter fiasco, his eyes were on me. So, somehow, I managed to keep the calm expression on my face.

I remembered the principal’s orders: For now, you are here to observe, nothing more. You will speak only if spoken to.

I wondered why my student was calling her father by his first name. I wondered why he didn’t react to her slap except to grin foolishly and shift in his seat, even as a red blush stained his cheek. I wondered how a man so dumpy and plain-looking could have such a stunningly gorgeous daughter.

The hand he had placed on her thigh, which had prompted the slap, remained in place.

Principal Clayton watched me.

I wondered whether this was normal.

I felt so calm. It must be normal.

I didn’t say anything.

If my first few days at the Brighton Barnsworth Academy had been slow, torturous and intimidating, my second week had flown by with unbelievable speed.

I wasn’t sure what it was, but I’d hit a groove in the classroom. Every day I came in with my lesson plans, and every evening at home I had to adapt them. We were covering so much material in class that I worried we’d finish the textbook halfway through the term. The days were like a blur, things moving so fast that I felt like I arrived at the Academy, blinked, and the day was already past. The kinks of the first few days seemed to have worked themselves out. In fact, I’d almost forgotten that there had been any kinks whatsoever.

I felt no hesitation now when my students filed into the room in all their stunning beauty. I just waited for them to sit down and then fell into the math, letting my experience and curiosity carry me through the lesson like I was just a man on a river, exploring the conceptual currents for the first time.

There were no interruptions. No questions. Just the sounds of my voice, and the marker on the white board, and my students’ pencils on their papers. It wasn’t just Natalie now. It seemed as if all of my students were embracing the subject.

It filled me with a glow of satisfaction.

And, of course, there was the low hummm, more of a sensation than a sound, that seemed to fill the air in the classroom. I never quite heard it, and when the soft gong sounded to end each lesson the sensation vanished.

Whatever it was, though, I’m sure it wasn’t too important. Anyway, I was probably just imagining it.

I didn’t feel the urge to explore the Academy again. I stayed in my office and my classroom, like Principal Clayton had suggested. You never know when a student might need help, I reminded myself.

And then it was Friday again. The week had gone by and I was walking into the Academy on autopilot, walking across the quad and up the stairs and I was halfway into my office when I realized that the principal was sitting behind my desk.

I stopped.

My hand was still on the knob.

“Good morning, sir…” My voice was deferential and a little hesitant. I hadn’t seen the man all week. I hadn’t even thought of him. Was that odd?

“Professor Sands,” he said, his voice as deep and pleasant as I remembered. “Mitchell. How are you?” He rose, with a smile and an outstretched hand.

I shook it, relaxing. “Well. And you, sir?”

“A good week?” He ignored my question, but his smile was so easy that I couldn’t take offense.

“Very good, sir. We’re continuing on, ahead of schedule, and I may need to extend the subject matter of the course in order to keep up with us. If you approve?”

“That’s very good, Mitchell. Of course I approve. I’m pleased you’re forging ahead with so much enthusiasm.” His eyes seemed, suddenly, almost too innocent and discerning. “No problems with your students, then?” It was almost as if he’d been waiting in my office before the start of my lessons just so he could ask that particular question.

I shook my head, ignoring the prickling sensation down the back of my neck. There’s nothing wrong. “No, sir.”

And I was, in fact, telling the truth. Since last week I had had no trouble from Miss St. John, and I’d been so focused on teaching that I hadn’t had the energy or headspace to worry about Natalie. In fact, neither student had said more than a few words to me. Like all the others, they filed into the classroom, bent over their notes, and filed out.

It was almost uncanny.

But no, it was all quite standard. I was sure of that.

Everything is normal here.

“Was there anything else you needed?” I felt like I was breaking a long silence, but I knew that the principal had been speaking only a moment ago. Hadn’t he?

The man raised his eyebrows and nodded. “Yes, yes indeed.” He rubbed his chin and looked me up and down. “I like you, Mitchell. I don’t mind saying it. You were a good hire. In spite of… you know.”

I tried not to grimace at his reference to Denton. The injustice of it suddenly rose, hot and thick, in my throat. I wanted to scream. Forever judged by something I didn’t even do. Well, something I didn’t really do. And certainly not how they had portrayed it.

My expression of polite attentiveness stayed on my face.

But Joseph Clayton was already continuing on. His mouth was smiling but his eyes seemed almost hesitant. “We’ve recently been approached by several media outlets. They’ve heard about our little university and are intrigued by our high levels of discretion. So, naturally, they’ve asked if we’d be willing to give interviews…”

As he trailed off I raised my eyebrows. I supposed it made sense. Even an institute as private as the Academy had to be well-known in certain circles. Otherwise how would they get clients? But if it was free advertising, why did the idea seem to make the principal ill at ease? “And is there something I can do to help?”

The man pursed his lips and gave me another once over. “I think that hearing from the principal of the school would be one thing,” he said after a short pause. “But to hear from the teacher, the man who is interacting with our students on a day to day basis, would be far more interesting and valuable.”

I nodded. I supposed that made sense.

“Excellent!” Principal Clayton clapped his hands and rubbed them together. He suddenly seemed much more dynamic, and pleased — like I’d passed a test of some sort, or agreed to a task that would take a heavy weight off his mind. “I’m so glad that you’d be willing to do that for me.”

Did I say that? I wondered. Well… I did ask if I could help.

Again, as I was thinking, the other man rolled onward. “How about we do a practice run today?” he suggested. “We have a visit from one of our clients… The… father, of course, of one of our girls.”

I nodded. I guess if I’ve already agreed to do some interviews, it makes sense to get practice. “Okay. What do you need me to—?”

“Perfect.” The man clapped me on the shoulder. “This won’t be an interview, per se, of course. But I think that Mr. St. John will have some questions for you about school life and studies, as they pertain to his daughter.”

Joseph Clayton sidled past me. “Just swing by my office after your classes, eh? He’ll be here for a tour of the facilities and I’ll save us some time at the end for him to meet you.”

“Wait…” I suddenly felt a sinking sensation in my stomach as my mind caught up to his words. “Did you say St. John?”

The principal stopped in the doorway. He half-turned back and gave me a look. “Is something wrong, Professor Sands?”

I swallowed. I thought about the glowing green eyes and the straight blonde hair and the elegant figure of my least favorite student. I knew her eyes hadn’t really been burning with angry emerald fire the last time we’d spoken, here in my office. But in my memory of our confrontation it suddenly felt as though they had been. They were bright and sharp in my mind’s eye.

“No, sir. No problem.”

The principal gave me a measured look, then a nod. “Good man,” he said. Then he turned and strode away.

I wondered if Mr. St. John’s tour would be as useless as mine had been.

Chapter Two

“So how is Lena’s progress? In the… ahem, classroom.”

I blinked, realized that I was walking alongside Mr. Harrison St. John in the hallway outside of the principal’s office, and shook my head. “Lena?” I asked. Weird… I thought. Weren’t we just inside…?

The short man gave me a glance. Then his watery blue eyes seemed to register the confusion in my face. “Lena St. John. My… daughter?” He shrugged his shoulders as he said it, the suit jacket bunching. I could tell that the buttons were straining across his ample stomach.

“Oh! Of course.” I shook my head apologetically. “Of course. I’m sorry, sir. I’m not on a first name basis with any of the students. We prefer to keep things at a more professional distance, here.”

The man nodded, his chins wobbling. “Joseph says you’re the new professor.”

“Yes, yes.” I bobbed my head in agreement. We had been introduced already, of course, but now I wondered why I’d even been a part of the meeting with Principal Clayton. It mostly been the principal and his client speaking, with me and the man’s daughter sitting silently and waiting.

I sat silently next to the principal. She sat primly next to her father. What a model pair they’d been.

The principal and the father spoke.

What did they talk about, again? The details were hazy. Most of it had gone over my head. No matter. I supposed I must have lost concentration partway into the conversation and had simply been nodding along on autopilot.

“So, what do you think of the facility?” The man had moved on from the question about his daughter, acting almost as if it hadn’t really mattered.

“The Academy, you mean?” I chuckled easily. “Mr. St. John, you say facility like this is some sort of government research center.”

“Ahem, of course. Silly of me.” The man looked suddenly uncomfortable, like he’d just remembered something he was supposed to do. Or supposed not to do. “What do you think of the… school?”

I didn’t really wonder at his hesitation, though. “Oh, it’s most definitely a high quality institution, sir.” I wondered how much the principal wanted me to be a hype man and how much he wanted me to be a candid confessor. “I was actually surprised, to tell you the truth, by how devoted the students are to their studies. It’s quite remarkable.”

“Good, good…” The man seemed distracted, though, and when I followed his eyes I saw why.

We were just passing the doors to the quad, propped open to allow a cool afternoon breeze into the empty hallways. Through the doors, I could see that a familiar figure was hunched over a nearby table.

It was Natalie. She was facing half-away from us, so that we could see her in profile. Somehow I’d not even noticed in class, but she was wearing an outfit that left little to the imagination. Her jean shorts were cut dangerously high up her thighs and the tube top, in a mellow shade of purple, clung to her big, round, mouthwatering tits.

I blinked and felt the beginnings of a heat in my chest. There was a reason I shouldn’t be looking at my student that way, but at the moment it was hard to remember.

Oh, yes…. Julia.

“And who’s that fine piece of ass?”

I shook my head and turned abruptly. “Mr. St. John!” I said. My tone was suddenly very dry and sharp, and my mind felt like it had snapped into focus. I glared at him.

The man nudged me with his elbow. “Come on, Professor Sands.” He watched me carefully as he spoke, his eyes on my face. “Just a little guy talk.”

I took a deep breath and felt the calm of it wash over me. “That’s Natalie,” I muttered. “One of your daughter’s classmates.”

He gave a low whistle of appreciation. “I wouldn’t mind teaching her a thing or two, Professor Sands.” He winked at me.

I shrugged, feeling myself relax. It’s just a little guy talk, I told myself. “I wouldn’t know,” I thought. I felt my throat go dry as I remembered the feeling of her body, the heat between us. I swallowed.

“Ah well,” he said, shrugging. But his eyes gleamed as he glanced her way again.

“Are you married, Mr. St. John?” I asked. I wasn’t sure why the question leapt to my mind. I knew it couldn’t be because I disliked the attention he was paying to Natalie. That can’t be it, I told myself.

I knew there was a reason that I couldn’t be jealous or possessive of my student.

Right. Girlfriend.

The man gave me a strange look. Thoughtful. It had a quality of surprise, like I’d seen on the faces of other professors when a student had asked a good question mostly by accident. “Not yet,” he said, with a slowly widening smile. “Not yet…”

The father of my student nemesis drifted away and I returned to my office.

Strolling to the window and glancing out, I could see that he had gone back in the quad. His round body was squashed onto the bench across from Natalie, who had looked up from her studies. Her hair was tucked back behind her ears, and I could see the discarded earphones on the table. From this angle, just one floor up, I could see that she had been watching another video on her laptop, taking notes.

I couldn’t understand why the other professors at the Academy used so many video lessons. First the astronomy class, or whatever that had been. And now it was twice I’d seen Natalie in the quad, studying over her laptop.

Lazy, I thought. At a place this elite the students should be getting personalized attention. Their teachers should know better.

Who could I would talk to, if I wanted to make a complaint? It didn’t seem fair for me to be putting in so much effort for the girls while the other professors just YouTube’d their lessons. But going to Principal Clayton about it seemed like an extreme measure. Maybe I should just talk to the other teachers directly, ask them why they weren’t doing their jobs.

Strange… I thought suddenly. I wondered why Mr. St. John had called me the new professor instead of a new professor. There are so many of us. But as I started to call to mind the faces of my colleagues I found my mind was starting to wander.

Then, I recalled my conversation with Principal Clayton earlier in the morning. To hear from the teacher, he had said. The man who is interacting with our students…

Hmm……

I shook my head. I’d been trying figure out something important, I knew.

No… Not that important. I glanced out the window again.

Lena’s father was leaning forward, smiling eagerly, but Natalie was sitting with a prim uprightness that conveyed a sense of distance.

Natalie was looking good today.

I felt the heat growing in my chest, a heaviness in the pit of my stomach. I felt my cock swell, bulging against my slacks. I shook my head, gritted my teeth and walked back to my paper-strewn desk.

Didn’t I have work to do? I knew there was a reason I couldn’t think about Natalie that way.

Wasn’t there…?

I picked up my glasses, slid them up my nose and then sniffed. Grading assignments. Oh joy.

And why was I happy that Natalie seemed uninterested in the other man’s obvious flirtation?

As usual, I was the only one leaving the building at the end of the day. The students had disappeared and hallway was empty as I strode out of my office, across the checkered tile, down the stairs and pulled at the door to the quad.

I stopped with the door halfway open.

Natalie was still out there, hunched forward and staring into her laptop. Her hand was moving, taking notes without looking away from the screen.

It was late. The sunlight that filtered down into the courtyard was turning orange. It indicated to me that we were approaching sunset, much later than I usually stayed. Had I just been focused on my work? Or had I secretly been hoping to bump into her?

Alone.

I walked out onto the grassy quad.

“Hello, Natalie. It’s getting a bit late, isn’t it?”

I experienced a strong sense of déjà vu as my favorite student jolted up at the sound of my voice. Her gaze jerked from the screen to my face, her bright blue eyes widening. “Professor Sands,” she started to say.

I felt myself relax. There was nothing wrong here. Nothing wrong with this. There was nothing wrong with what I was feeling. No problem with the heat that was filling my body, tingling through all my nerves.

“I must have lost track of t— Oh…”

Her voice cut off, her eyes staring up into my face. Her expression froze for an instant, a look of startled, sheepish surprise. Her lips were lush and pink and slightly parted.

I imagined what she could do with that mouth. Imagined parting those lips further so she could fit something between them.

The lips moved with a sensuous slowness. “Hello, Professor…” There was a purr in the words.

I could see her nipples hardening through the thin fabric of her tube top. She wasn’t wearing a bra, her luscious tits defying gravity all on their own.

I remembered, then, how dangerous it was for her to be using my title. Dangerously hot. I glanced back up into her face, and realized she was coming to her feet.

There was no surprise in her expression now, as the girl stared into my eyes. Those blue orbs were bright, almost feverishly so. No surprise in her voice, either. Just a low resonance that reached right into my core and tugged at my most basic, animal desires.

She glanced down, gaze flicking to my mouth and then back up. Her eyes traced my face and I could almost feel it, like her fingers were brushing lightly across my jawline and cheekbones.

I breathed in a short, tight breath. I felt the tightness through my entire body, like I was a rubber band about to snap. About to break.

I tried to speak. “Natalie…” I said. But all non-essential functions, like speech, were shutting down. The heat was taking over. The heat that I hadn’t consciously noticed, as it grew on the edge of my focus. The fire that had been building just beyond my ability to notice.

I was rock hard in my slacks. My cock pressed urgently against my zipper, begging to be released. My mouth moved again but no sound came out.

“Professor…” Natalie’s voice caressed the word again, shaping it into something. Something more. She was sidling around the table now, and I felt rooted in place. Like there were cement blocks around my feet. The tension was building, a line drawing tight between us. “Mmm… Don’t worry. You don’t have to tell me. I know what to do.”

The shortest distance between two points is a line. Geometry.

Natalie was around the table and following the line directly toward me. She was reaching up, touching my face.

There was a spark between us.

I gasped in a breath. Tried to pull back. My final effort.

Failed.

Chapter Three

Her fingertips touched the frames of my glasses. Then my lips. And then she was on the tips of her toes, kissing me. Her hands were around my neck, pulling me into it. My hands were circling around her back, pulling her closer.

Her body pressed itself to mine. Her soft curves and my hard physique. My hard cock, painfully erect, tenting in my crotch and pressed to her tantalizing body. She ground against me, teasing me, her soft murmurs of desire against my lips fanning the overwhelming fire.

I couldn’t think. It was more than lust. It was something stronger, something more subtle. I knew something was going on, but whatever it was had already ensnared me, beyond the edges of my ability to perceive. My mind was fuzzy, but focused. Focused entirely on one thing. On one need.

Natalie’s fingers ran down the buttons on my shirt front, gently brushing across each one before she reached my belt buckle. And then lower.

I felt a low moan vibrate through my throat, followed by a strange sensation of guilt. I couldn’t be doing this.

But why not…?

I knew that silent voice. It belonged to the tiny part of my mind that didn’t care about rules, that didn’t care about anything but satisfaction.

It will feel so good…

But why couldn’t I listen to him, again?

My belt was undone and Natalie’s fingers were delicately, confidently undoing the button.

Zippp.

Her hand slipped beneath the waistband, slid under the cloth of my briefs.

“Ohfuck…” My head fell back, gasping and groaning with pleasure as I felt my student’s hand wrap around my throbbing length.

She stroked slowly, gazing up at my face. She bit her lower lip, staring into my eyes. Her sparkling blue orbs captured all of my attention, hypnotizing me. “That’s good… Isn’t it, Professor?” she asked. Her voice was a low thrum, husky and needy and pitched to slide into my mind without resistance.

I didn’t resist. I couldn’t resist. I couldn’t resist the need. I couldn’t resist her. Not any longer.

Instead of answering, my hands slid lower down her back. My fingers brushed across the rough denim and then kneaded her perfect bubble butt, making her gasp. I pulled her closer, trapping her hands between us.

Her mouth was parted again and I covered it. My kiss was hot, searing, full of need and nothing else. There was no romance in this. Nothing but pure desire.

Her hands moved in little motions, teasing me, teasing my needy length as my fingers massaged her ass. Her tongue was in my mouth and it was begging me for more, begging me for more than kisses.

I couldn’t resist her unspoken request. I wasn’t in control anymore. All my control was given over to the small part of my mind that governed the overwhelming lust. And he wasn’t hesitating.

My hands came around, sliding over her hips, to the front of those silly little shorts.

One button. One zipper. One pair of panties. My mind catalogued them numerically, one by one. Addition. And now, subtraction.

I undid the button. The metal was warm under my fingertips.

“Yes, Professor…” Her voice urged me on.

I slowly slid down the zipper. It was rough to the touch.

“Yesss…” Her eyes were still staring up into mine, glassy now with lust. There was something about her gaze, out of focus yet incredibly aware. Like there was nothing on her mind now. Nothing but me. Nothing but the need.

I wondered if I looked the same. Then the thought was gone because my hands were spreading apart the fabric and sliding beneath, pushing it down and away.

Her hands mimicked my action, sliding the briefs and slacks down my legs. My cock sprang free, hard and swaying. Her fingers wrapped around my girth, stroked. Up and down. Up and down. Faster, her breath ragged.

“Yesss, Professor…” Her voice was pitched low. “Take me… Do what you want with me… Whatever you want… Whenever you want…” It had an almost monotone quality as she fell into the moment, her hands stroking, stroking, stroking.

I knew that there was no going back from what was about to happen.

“You want this?” It was the first thing I’d said to her since my arrival. My voice was unsteady. It trembled with tension, like the rest of me.

There was no hesitation. “Yesss…” She shook her hair back over her shoulders, long and wavy blonde tresses shot with brunette highlights.

Her mouthwatering tits wobbled in my view as my hungry eyes devoured her body. I didn’t say another word. I just bunched my fingers around the flimsy, lacy cloth of her panties and then ripped them apart.

They disintegrated under my fingers, falling away and clearing the path for my throbbing manhood.

I could feel the heat of my student’s desire with my fingers, could feel the wetness of her arousal as I teased one finger along her slit.

She mewed softly and her hips circled, begging for my touch. Begging for more.

Her athletic legs were spreading as much as the restrictive shorts would allow, and I growled. I wanted to rip those too, throw them aside and sink myself to the hilt in her tight young body. I didn’t know where this was coming from — the primal desire that roared through my body like a physical sensation — but it overwhelmed me.

My hands were on Natalie’s hips. And then my fingers were kneading and sinking into her firm ass.

Some part of me knew it was wrong. No part of me cared.

I leaned forward. My mouth met hers again as she guided me closer.

“Please…” She whispered the word against my lips.

Then my arms were flexing and lifting her into the air, holding her up like she weighed nothing. And then, I was lowering her onto my cock and her outer folds were parting around the mushroom head of my rock hard pole.

“Fuckkkk…” It took me a second to realize that the groan of pleasure was mine, as my length split her tight, athletic body in half and her head fell forward onto my shoulder.

Her mouth was on my neck, kissing and gasping and begging for more as I lifted her with my hands and then let her fall a second time onto my thrusting manhood.

I couldn’t think. Couldn’t see, hear, or feel anything beyond the sensations of our two bodies. Her breath was on my skin, panting. Her inner tunnel was a tight, wet sheathe round my surging cock.

The tension broke.

With a grunt, I thrust again. And again.

The gorgeous teen bounced on my cock, her voice a low murmur that eventually filtered through the haze and into my ears.

“Yes, Professor… Anything you want… Whenever you want… Your plaything… Your sextoy… Your fuckdoll… Your slut… Your slutty bimbo schoolgirl…”

I growled again. “That’s right.” My voice was a rough gasp. “My slut… My fuckdoll…”

Her head fell back and she gasped with pleasure, her body squeezing my cock as she came. Her shudders of pleasure didn’t slow me in the slightest. My arms felt stronger than ever as I lifted her and brought her down, still cumming.

Natalie’s pussy was gushing with wetness, her legs wrapped around my hips. Her tits were bouncing right there, begging to be played with, barely constrained by the purple top. Her hair was bouncing, too, falling across her shoulders and tumbling around her face.

“Ohmygawd, Professor… Fuck me with that thick cock…” The gorgeous schoolgirl wet dream begged me like a porn star, her voice taking on a higher pitch from her shuddering climax.

I wanted to. I would. I was.

I didn’t care that anyone could see us. I didn’t care that there were windows all around, that there was not one shred of cover to hide us from view. All that mattered was the heat between us, the unstoppable tidal wave of need that had been building in me. I realized, now, that it had been building since my first day at the Academy.

I grunted. Primal sensations swirled through my mind, tinting my vision with sparks of lust.

“Watch out,” I muttered. That was all I said before I took two short steps forward and lowered Natalie down onto the table. With one hand, I pushed her notebooks and pencils aside. They fell to the ground, discarded. With the other, releasing her, I moved her laptop, giving it only slightly more care.

It turned partway around as I did so, and I caught a glimpse of the video she’d been watching. It was still playing across the screen, the audio evidently playing in her discarded earphones. The image was mostly dark, but that didn’t stop me from recognizing what I saw.

A swirling nebula of stars and a man with constellations in his round, professorly glasses. I knew him. It was the man from the astronomy class.

I blinked. Strange... Why was he wearing my glasses?

I felt myself drawn into the image, my mind falling forward into the screen, but then my lust yanked at my leash. My attention was already captured by the unbelievably sexy woman in front of me. I was needed elsewhere. I dragged my eyes away from the screen.

Natalie’s tight, athletic body was arched back across the table. Her tanned thighs were spread, offering me her glistening slit. Her lips were parted in a moan of desire and her blue eyes burned with it. “Please, Professor…” she begged.

I couldn’t resist a request like that.

I felt my body tighten, my fingers flexing into the table as I eased forward into her again. Her body shook with pleasure, her parted mouth letting out a gentle gasp. It was a soft sound, almost innocent, and I felt my cock throb in response.

Yes… My mind was barely my own, my body simply acting out its most basic function with no need for direction. I felt myself sliding in and out of my student’s body as the world kaleidoscoped. The sensations were overwhelming, more powerful than I’d felt in…

I wondered when was the last time I’d had sex.

I wondered who it was with.

Did it matter?

No.

My core was tightening, my balls heavy as I fucked my 19-year-old seductress into oblivion.

Her eyes rolled back, her voice disappearing into a wanton moan. “Yes…” she was panting. “Yesyesyes! Yes, Professor… Yes, Master… Fuck me harder, Master…”

I barely registered as my title changed. It hit me several seconds later.

It pushed me over the edge.

My cock spasmed and my mouth opened in a low, long groan. My teeth were bared and my muscles were flexing. I buried myself to the hilt in her body and my hot, sticky spunk sprayed into her teenage womb.

“Ohgodyesss…” The sensation made her cum again. Her body trembled, tightening and releasing around the cock buried in her core.

My cock.

I fell forward atop her, covering her with my body, feeling her tits pressed to my chest. I panted, my vision going black and white with exploding stars. The pleasure crested through me like a tsunami, a sensation of release I hadn’t known I’d needed. I groaned, my eyes falling closed.

When I finally opened them, Natalie was staring up at me with wide eyes, her face an expression of amazement and bliss. Her eyelids pressed closed and she moaned again softly as I pulled back, my hard pole sliding free from her lithe body.

Beside her on the table, the video played on.

I fled.

Even as Natalie sighed, her body shaking with the aftershocks of multiple, powerful orgasms, I was yanking my slacks back up my legs. I shoved my wilting prick into my boxers. My hands fumbled with my belt. My fingers were clumsy, my mind blank with a sudden terror.

I glanced around wildly. Had anyone seen us? Somehow, it seemed that no one had. Where is everyone?

I snatched up my satchel from where it had fallen from my nerveless fingers. I threw the strap over my head. The bag went bump, bump, bump against my hip as I practically ran from the quad. I yanked the door open and barely slowed as I crossed the entrance hall.

Julia!

My conscience was yelling now, the volume turned up to eleven. I felt like it had been trying to get my attention for some time, but something had been preventing me from hearing. I pushed open the front doors of the Academy and strode down the broad front steps.

Julia. Your girlfriend. The woman you live with. The woman you love. Remember her?!

I took a deep breath of City air and absorbed the sounds all around me. There was a strange quality to them. A strange sharpness and reality, like I was coming up for air after an age spent underwater. It took away a small part of the nausea and disorientation that threatened to overwhelm me.

I frowned with concentration as I drove. My thoughts spun, then settled into a single groove. Guilt and shame and anger beat a heavy drumbeat in my temples. I couldn’t believe what I’d done.

Yes you can…

But I ignored the little voice and forced myself to focus. There was something there, something in the back of my mind. It nagged at me, like a puzzle. A problem. My curiosity chased it, tracked it, followed it as it tried to escape. It felt slippery, like every time I reached for the idea something blocked my way.

I gritted my teeth and pursued.

Why didn’t I feel any of this before? I thought. It might have prevented everything! I should have been wracked with guilt. I should have been consumed by disappointment in myself at even the thought of cheating on Julia. But I hadn’t. It was only afterwards that everything struck me at once. I didn’t feel anything before or during.

No, more than that.

It was almost as if I couldn’t. And even now, most of what I felt was a low, ambient satisfaction: the afterglow of fantastic sex.

I parked the car.

“Julia!” I was calling for her almost before I got through the front door.

My girlfriend looked up from the couch. Her schedule had been so hectic that I’d barely seen her this week, and I should have been thrilled at the idea of a quiet weekend together.

All I felt was dread.

I need your help, I thought wildly. Something is happening to me. And I don’t know how or why or what to do…

But instead I felt myself smiling, even as I tried to gasp out a desperate request for help. I couldn’t say anything. I tried to speak, tried to force words through numb lips.

I couldn’t.

Was it the NDA?

Or was it something else?

“Hey, babe,” I said. My tone was easy, calm. It sounded nothing like how I was feeling inside. “How was your day?”