The Professor: Stranger Addiction (Private Lessons) by Lia Marsh Page B

the guilt grew heavier on her mind.
    She felt its sluggish grip weighing her down and killing her mood; if he really wanted to stop then she would but she couldn’t help that Alexander was always going to be a person of interest.
    Her words brought Paul out of his deep thought, he finally realized that for the last twenty minutes of their ride he’d been ignoring Laura who’d worked herself up into a state during that time and who had also managed to finish of the champagne on her own.
    Filled with drunken courage she leapt over to Paul, spreading her legs apart and riding on his crotch. She placed her lips on his – the champagne transferring from her tongue to his own and she began to forcefully kiss her boyfriend.
    Paul was slightly taken aback by his girlfriend’s sudden burst of arousal; he slowly pulled his head away from her and looked up at her as she came close to tears on his knees. Gently he brushed Laura’s blonde locks away from her face and smiled.
    He realized that she still cared – she wouldn’t be like this is she didn’t; this was just something she had to do and after placing a gentle, warm kiss on her lips and lowering her beside him on the leather seats, Paul reassured her –
    “I’m sort of looking forward to it.”
    He wasn’t sure if he was or not but with those words now lingering in Laura’s mind he knew she could go into this and do what she needed to do without regret.
    The couple began to get restless as the journey had been over an hour long and they hadn’t heard a word from the two men sat in the front.
    Laura’s mind was at ease as cuddled up to her boyfriend, her head on his shoulder and her arm locked with his however Paul’s mind was going to all conclusions – What if this was some cult? What if they were in danger? He’d always been the over-thinker of the relationship but this time it really showed. He got up and made his way to the tinted window, banging on it and asking the men what was going on.
    “We’ve been back here for over an hour, what’s happening?”
    As his first went to meet the glass once more the window began to pull down and Paul almost hit the guy facing him.
    He sat back on the edge of the leather couch and looked at the man who had somehow gotten changed in the front seat, he was now wearing a mask the likes of which we worn at fancy balls.
    Confused Paul continued to question what was happening and eventually the man in-front managed to get a response out without being interrupted.
    “You should put these on, Alexander wants tonight to a little more fun than usual.” He handed back two masks similar to his own, one black and one white. Immediately Laura went for the black mask without question, red and white just wouldn’t work for her and Paul was left with the white mask which he hesitantly placed over his face.
    Almost instantly the car halted and the sound of the doors unlocking echoed throughout, the drivers removed themselves from the front and both took a door to the right and left, letting the couple out after their long journey to what seemed to be the middle of nowhere.
    A manor in the middle of a forest at the end of a dirt path. Laura looked on in amazement and Paul continued to question their safety; it was like something from fiction, something so surreal that Laura’s excitement got the best of her and she went walking off towards the door without waiting for her boyfriend.
    She burst through into a hall filled with people wearing masks, black and white chest-board styled flooring with red drapes hanging in the door ways and a dim, elegant lighting that bathed the entire place in a the same pinkish colour the limo had. Classical music played in the background and laughter filled the halls along with a groaning sound that ran through Laura’s ears right away – the sound of pleasure from somewhere deep in the manor.
    Paul slowly followed, the moment he walked through the manor doors they were shut behind him by the men that