The Don's Forbidden Obsession

Bianca "You're right. You just took me by surprise." He says, but then his eyes snap to mine, hardening, still very unimpressed and frustrated. "But it's not okay to barge into my room like that. It's extremely inappropriate. Do you not know how to practise boundaries?" I swallow thickly at his stern tone, not used to being scolded, but manage a small nod followed by an apology before turning around and scurrying down for a quick breakfast. . . . The drive to school is quiet. Filled with Alessio's impatient tapping, telling me that he wanted to be anywhere else, and it only further humiliated me. Alessio didn't make a move to talk or converse with me, only speaking when it was necessary. The worst part was that he didn't even seem to care about how upset I was getting with him. Nor did he even seem to pay any mind to me. I couldn't even tell if he was upset with me; he was acting like he didn't even care at all. I grew frustrated. I was only growing comfortable around him - something that I barely did with anyone else, and yet here he was, not even appreciating it. Why was he acting like this? We were supposed to be close, mamá told me I was special, especially to him. We stop outside the school gate, and Alessio goes to speak, but having had enough of his closed-off attitude, I beat him to it. "Just have someone pick me up at 2:30," I say, hastily getting out of the car. "Will do." He nods, his voice lacking any softness and emotion. I give him one last glance to see him not even looking at me. Rolling my eyes discreetly, I slam the car door and turn to walk into the school, all my enthusiasm gone. I fucking hated this place. . . . I spent my lunch hour walking the halls towards the literature department. It was rare to have any of the professors on campus be so young, seeing as our academy prided itself on having the most educated faculty. However, our literature professor, William Westfield, was a recent masters student from Yale who was doing an internship with the board of directors when our old literature professor had a heart attack mid year and William was forced to take over. He was attractive, yes, in the nerdy, cute type of way. But most of my desire to get close to him had to do with the fact that everyone wanted him, while he seemed to only want me. Now, however, he was a companion of sorts. I had yet to go anywhere other than kissing. Save for that one time I had ventured down south and tried to give him a hand job at our annual assembly under the table. We were sitting side by side in the dark, and it was only because I was bored and for educational purposes. That was a flop. I still had yet to even see a penis, but I wasn't looking forward to doing anything more than kissing William. And he never seemed to mind; he was very patient and understanding. All I wanted from him were the passing grades he would help me achieve and the occasional moments where I wanted someone to hold me, and he was there. I walk into his office, making sure to close the door behind me, before I turn to see him sitting behind his desk eating his lunch. His blonde hair was combed back, and his dress shirt was a little lose on his form. Nothing like how Alessio filled it out. Upon my entrance, he looked up, his sharp blue eyes behind the thick rimmed glasses widening at me but I didn't pay any mind. I was far too upset, needing someone to hold me and tell me how amazing I was. I knew it wouldn't be the same as hearing it from my new favourite Italian man, but it would do for now. I click the lock shut, which only means one thing and William leans back in his chair giving me room to take a seat on his lap. I do, but instead of straddling him, I sit facing his desk, my back pressed to his front, and I hear no complaint form him. "Bianca, I heard about your mother. I'm so sorry, sweetheart." He says, and I can hear the frown in his voice as I close my eyes enjoying the feeling of him wrapping his arms around me from behind. I wiggle, trying to get comfortable. The erection is now digging into my ass getting annoying and he spreads his legs adjusting himself so it's not in the way. Did I also mention William got hard at the mere sight of me? Yeah, it was annoying. "I missed you here dearly." He mumbles, leaving kisses along my skin as he moves my hair over my shoulder to one side and latches his lips to my neck. I wanted the affection, and sometimes he got carried away with too much touching, but right now, I didn't mind, for I liked the warmth he provided by being in his arms. William liked me a little too much. Or who he thought I was. The sweet, innocent, naive good girl. One that only he could taint. And I let him believe whatever sick fantasy he had. "Well, I would be lying if I said I missed you," I say, reaching forward to grab his bowl of pasta and place it on my lap. He pauses before throwing his head back, a rich laugh escaping his lips. "You're delightful, you know that?" He says genuinely, and I smile secretly before going to take a bite of the poor excuse for pasta. "This should be a crime," I mumble, my frown intensifying at the linguine covered in what seems to be store bought red sauce. William agrees, distractedly wrapping his arms tighter around my waist, hugging me to him from behind. He sighs in content as one of his hands trails to my bare thigh. "Why did I know you were gonna say something about that? You Italian minx." He comments, trailing his nose against my hair, inhaling my scent. I don't laugh, I simply stay put, continuing to eat the poor excuse for pasta as I feel William pause. "What's wrong? You seem down." I roll my eyes. No shit, Sherlock, took you long enough. I debate on telling him about the real reason I was here. Because I was upset with my disappointing morning with Alessio. But instead, I just shrug, "Just lonely." "Just lonely..." He repeats, as his fingers lightly dance on my thigh, dangerously close to the hem of my skirt. "Can I help?" He mumbles as his hand slides under my skirt onto my bare upper thigh. My eyes narrow. He had yet to touch me there, nor was he ever going to and so I do what I usually do - play dumb and ignore his attempts. I sigh, leaning back into him. "Just hold me and tell me how amazing I am." My tone is bored, and yet I find myself closing my eyes in bliss as he does just that. He kisses the sides of my face and moves down to my neck mumbling compliments. Meanwhile, his fingers start moving up dangerously close to the hem of my panties and dangerously close to my sex. My dry sex. A place that I have yet to let him or any man touch. William is sweet and cute, but he will not be the man to get the privilege of touching me there. I take my hand and set it on top of his, stopping him. He sighs, "Please?" He pleads in a small voice, the desperation clear as day. "I can make you feel good." He says, and I sigh knowing touching me there will only be making him feel good. I had tried thinking of him whilst giving myself pleasure, and the thought of him was not enough to bring me to a climax. In fact, I still had yet to give myself an actual orgasm. All I got while playing with myself was close. I was definitely doing something wrong. So with a huff, I move his hand to my chest, letting him touch my left breast over my clothes, to keep him occupied. He wastes no time in starting to knead and squeeze the breast. Meanwhile, I focus on the comfort I was receiving from his warmth and the things he was whispering in my ear about me. I knew they were all true; I just liked hearing them from someone else. I stayed like that wrapped in his arms and occasionally taking bites of his pasta as he eventually ventured to my other breast, his soft sweet compliments turning dirty. But I was no longer interested in hearing how aroused the thought of me made him feel. And so, when I felt his erection once again venture to my ass, I decided it's time to get off him. I stand, dusting myself off, before turning to hear him sigh in defeat. "My hand gets sore, you know? It's a miracle I'm still a functioning male with all the times you leave me like this." He mumbles grumpily. I giggle and lean down so that I'm level with the bulge in his pants, my mind can't help comparing it to the one I saw this morning, only Alessio wasn't even aroused, much less even aware of just how large he was. "Does this little guy think about me too much?" I pout, tapping his crotch where I see him noticeably flinch. William stares at me from his spot on the chair, unamused and sexually frustrated, as I smile and laugh at my joke. But then the thought of Alessio creeps back into my mind, and I distract myself by deciding to give the poor guy some incentive. I get on his lap, straddling him, before placing a chaste kiss against his lips. His hands fly to my waist, and I shut my eyes. His tongue sneaks into mine shyly, and I let him, for he had just spent the past hour whispering sweet things in my ear. But my mind drifts to Alessio, and I can't help but imagine how he would kiss me. He would most likely dominate my mouth and take control. The next thing I know, I'm kissing him harder. I even get so carried away and start to lightly grind myself into him, thinking of how Alessio's strong arms would wrap around me, guiding me against his strong body. I only realize what I'm doing once I'm met with the feeling of an erection digging into my thigh, one that I know is not Alessio's, for his would be much more... prevalent. I go to get up, as William groans and attempts to guide me back into his erection, but I'm not having it. He whines in protest but I just blow him an air kiss before turning around and strolling out of his office. Making sure to close the door, knowing that he's gonna need his privacy with his hand for the next little bit. . . . My frustration returns later when I walk out of the school to see a driver waiting for me, someone who's not Alessio. A small part of me was hoping for him to pick me up and apologize for being mean this morning, but my mood only plummets when I arrive home to see that both Liam and Alessio weren't even home. I was sitting in my room hanging upside down from my bed with my phone to my ear as I told Jacob about what had happened. He had sensed something was wrong earlier in school, but I wasn't ready to tell him. "Of course he's gonna be freaked out Bianca. He's taking care of you, and this may be hard for you to hear, but not every man that lays eyes on you wants to fuck you. He doesn't look at you like that." He reasons. "But I want him to look at me like that. I don't want him to see me as a little girl." I huff, "He didn't even look at my body when I was lying on his bed." I say. It may have sounded ridiculously narcissistic, but not even Jacob would pass up a chance to ogle my body like that, and he wasn't even necessarily attracted to me. "Damn, really? Not even a peek?" He says, somewhat curiously. "Not even a peek." "Maybe you're coming off too strong and desperate. Maybe you need to make him believe that you're not trying anything. Make him believe it's all him." Jacob offers weakly, and I sit up immediately. He was right. I was being too obvious and direct. If I wanted to pull this off, I needed him not to think anything of it; I needed to innocently seduce him. And I knew just how to use my naturally affectionate personality to do so.