Chapter Six

Dylan's pov

"Thank God" As I trudged through the front door, I couldn't help but let out a deep sigh of relief. The weight of the day finally lifted off my shoulders, and I felt like I could collapse onto the couch and not move for hours. I threw my keys somewhere the minute I got in.

Like who, knew teaching university students was work. They're so hard to impress and, being that I'm just a bit older than them, I know taking orders from me must be hard for most of them to do.

I still haven't gotten through their thick skins, but I'm hoping to very soon. I really want to be friends with them. You know, have a good relationship with my students.

I had been on my feet since 8 am, lecturing to a classroom of unimpressed and judging students. They stared at me with a mix of confusion and disinterest, their eyes glazing over like donuts under the fluorescent lights.

After the morning lecture, I had office hours, where i had seen two students almost get at it, of which one of them was my student and the other one my scary neighbor.

I took my lazy self to the bathroom. I really needed to shower and relax.

After I was done bathing and changing into better clothes to sleep in. I poured myself a glass of wine and collapsed onto the couch, letting out a deep sigh as the soft cushions enveloped me. I was relaxed, well that was until I heard a knock on my door.

I got up lazily and walked to my door. I opened it and there standing in front of me was a tall, scary-looking man.

"I had a guess this would be your apartment" he smiled at me before looking down. "The only one in the building with a welcome mat" he then looked back up to me. Making me nervously stand there, gripping the door with my slightly shaking hands.

"Hello", I finally let out after a few minutes of just staring at him. He was a really handsome man, his face, his body, they were works of art.

"Hi" he greeted back.

"Wh-what brings you he-here" I stuttered as I looked at his intimidating form.

"No need to stutter, I'm not really scary looking" smirked on my door frame and smirked on his face, "and I haven't really given you a reason to stutter yet little one" he said staring deep into my eyes, which made my stomach flip and my legs almost loose balance if it wasn't for the door I was holding onto. He's really like a sex on a stick and I just met him today so I don't need him knowing I'm submissive by nature.

"Uh-uh..." I was trying to let out before he holds his finger up to shut me off which might I say, did the trick.

"Can I come in?" He asked me getting back to a standing position, his muscles flexed as he moved making me lose focus and just stare at them. Did he leave in the gym.

My eyes trailed down to his very muscular and veiny arm, just imagine how well they'll look and feel around my ne-

"Hellooo" he waved the hand of my now day dream around trying to get my attention.

"Oh ye-yeah, I'm sor-sorry, enter" I made way for him to enter my apartment.

He entered, his eyes immediately started looking everywhere.

"This looks nice, you decorated it yourself?" He asked me as he pointed to my couch, asking for permission to sit down.

"Yes please" I moved the throw pillow aside making way for him to sit. "And yes I decorated the place myself, I have a think for designing" I blushed as he nodded, patting the space beside him for me to sit and the submissive side in me quickly sat down.

He stared at me for a while while I shy away from his look, looking everywhere around my house, trying to avoid his gaze and trying to crack my brain, to figure out why he's in my house, on my couch hours after meeting him.

"So???" I dragged along. "Why are you here?" I forced out. He stared hard into my eyes, his eyes moving from my left to right eye, looking as if he's questioning something.

"I just wanted to get to know you" he shrugged, leaned back on my couch, his legs parted a bit as he readjusted himself. My eyes trailed his lower region as he moved. I don't want to seem like a perv or anything but I swear it...IT looked at me. And I guess my eyes got trapped there for a while because  he called to my attention.

"Didn't know you were a little Pervy little one" I looked up at him and saw he had a smirk on his face, his brows raised a bit in a mocking way.

My face felt hot, extremely hot, as I watched his amused face. He caught me staring, what if he thinks I'm a weirdo. My hands found their way to my face, I buried my face in my palms in shame.

"Now no need to shame, little one, it's natural" he laughed as he pried my hands from my face.

"What are you doing here" I mumbled my previously asked question, a bit of me was irritated now, here he is in my living from, man spreading on my couch with nothing but a grey sweatpants-which I'm sure is covering his dick only, no underwear can be found there- and a compression shirt-which hugged his percs perfectly-.

"I said i wa-" he started but I cut him off

"I know what you said, I want to know why you're here? Why do you want to get to know me?" I asked him getting a bit frustrated. First time we've met was this morning and he almost made me shit my pants, second time we met was in the university, one that I'm teaching and one that he's attending, and it wasn't even a friendly meeting, I had to separate an argument between he and a student of mine.

In my train of thoughts, I was completely oblivious to what was happening around me, well that was until i felt a hand on my neck, making me snap my eyes to meet the owner of said hand.

"Don't. You. Ever. Cut. Me. Off" he spoke his words slowly, each word he said, his hand pressed on my neck a bit tighter, making it hard to breathe but not enough to kill me.

The submissive side in me wanted to moan out, I wanted to provoke him more so he would press harder and I wanted to see more of what he could do. I stared into his dark hard eyes that were glaring so dominantly at me, I knew I was spotting a boner at this point. His whole aura is just so addicting.

I wanted to say something, anything but the minute my mouth opened, all that left was a whimper.

I whimpered as my hands moved his large veiny hand pressing hard on my neck, choking was a huge turn on for me, and if he keeps doing this I might either release my raging boner and rub one out-if he doesn't punish me for it- or I might just cum untouched.

Staring back at him, I can tell my eyes were glossy with tears, I liked it but I knew I had to stop what was happening.