Chapter 7

**Alyssia**

When finally reaching for my Psychology class, I was already 20 minutes late, having to endure Brian’s stupid notion that he owned me and that I owed him an explanation to where I was the night before was enough to send fire racing through my body.

*As if I owe him anything, the nerve of him,* I think just as I stop in front of the door, a male's voice ringing through the classroom which meant the lecture had started causing me to cringe. *So much for first impressions, maybe if I’m lucky I can sneak inside and over to my seat before they notice me.*

Biting my bottom lip, I move to open the classroom door, attempting to keep quiet as I slowly move to enter, only to pause when the room goes silent causing me to freeze. My body slowly turning to face the room, having already shut the door behind me when I entered.

“Name?” I hear a voice, drawing my attention towards the voice causing me to stare in shock, my body now frozen in place when I see the man from the night before, my daddy. Gulping I move to reply, “A-Alyssia.. Sir, Alyssia Brooks, Sorry I didn’t mean to be late” I start, feeling my face blush in embarrassment, his eyes never leaving mine as he silently takes in my body once again.

Feeling a warm sensation building between my legs, I try my hardest not to squeeze my legs in front of him, not wanting the other kids within the room to know what this man was doing to me as I continue to stare at him.

“It's fine Ms. Brooks. Take your seat and let's continue” commands daddy as I had yet to know a name and as if sensing the tension between us, he allowed me to take my seat while those within the room began to whisper things about me making me feel small.

“Ooo… Alyssia’s in trouble with the teacher” whispers one student.

“Maybe she’ll get detention for coming in late” whispers another.

“Maybe she’ll get scolded for failing this class, after all she isn’t very bright now is she” snickers another, causing me to shift uncomfortably within my seat for it was true, I was the only one currently failing this class which was terrible as I really needed the grade to graduate next year.

Feeling ashamed I move to advert my gaze when I hear daddy speak again, “ENOUGH! No one in this classroom is allowed to bully any other student so long as I’m teaching this class, if there’s a problem come see me, no need to whisper talk about another while they're here” barks daddy, easing my nerves as he stands up for me.

“And Ms. Brooks, I’d like to have a word with you after class, that’s an order” says Daddy as he moves to address the class once again, “For those of you just now joining us, as I explained earlier my name is Mr. Zac Hunter and I’m going to be your new College Professor for this room. Any questions you see me after class” states Zac, his eyes never leaving mine before he moves to address the white board, moving to go over today’s lesson with everyone giving me a chance to sigh.

*Zac? Mmm, sexy name for a sexy daddy,* I purr mentally, liking the way it sat on my tongue as I move to focus on today’s lesson, my eyes ever subtly taking in daddy’s form, for when we met the night before I had been to “drunk” to properly take in his body but now that I wa sober I was finally able to admire him from afar as I had no choice but to keep focus on him and the class.

Sneaking glances between notes, I move to watch his 6’2 frame, his short but lush blonde hair sitting perfectly neat on top of his head as I slowly remember running my hand through it the night before, his piercing hazel blue eyes all but stunning, along with his Athletic build. Mentally drooling, I move to file away every little thing I could including the way his black dress shirt sat against his rock hard body, tucked neatly beneath his dark denim jeans that only amplified his ass and well toned legs the sleeves of his shirt currently rolled up towards his elbows as he wrote on the white board, my body all but humming with the need to touch him once more.

*NO! He isn’t yours*, I scold myself for even though his words from the other night kept replaying in the back of my mind, I knew better than to dream for if Brian were ever to find out then my life would be a living nightmare, a nightmare I did not wish to live in any longer.

Just then I’m snapped away from my thoughts when Zac moves to speak. “Alyssia?” calls Zac, his eyes watching mine as he moves to call on me. “Y-Yes?” I stammer, the other kids laughing at me for clearly not paying attention.

“I asked you if you knew the answer to this problem?” sighs Zac, his eyes shifting towards the board before moving back towards mine as he waits patiently for my answer.

“Um” I pause, my eyes moving to the problem that was written, my mind trying to comprehend the answer only for another student to speak up.

“Don’t call on her teach, She never gets the questions right, even when we had substitutes she always failed them, it's why no one ever calls on her because they all know she can’t answer properly” exclaims the student making my heart shatter, my mind now racing at all things he could possibly be thinking after hearing all of that.

*Great…He’s going to think I’m an airhead, a no good lazy ass student who can’t put effort into her work*, biting the inner corners of my mouth, I try not to run from the room to cry for it wasn’t uncommon for the kids to tease and taunt me or call me flat out stupid because it’s been done, many of times, but for them to do it in front of my daddy made me want to find a hole and die.

“Hmm, we’ll see about that Sarah,” replies Zac as his eyes move to land on one of the cheerleaders in the room, Sarah being one of the girls who always loved to hang all over Brian when Lyra wasn’t around or any other jock for that matter which always made me feel less than perfect in comparison to them.

“But next time, I would prefer it if you let Alyssia answer” adds Zac just as the bell rings, allowing us to leave as everyone files out, remembering that daddy wanted to see me after class I move to slowly put my things away as I wait until the last student leaves.

Once sure everyone was gone, I moved to approach him, my backpack slung carefully over my shoulder once I had managed to pack everything up. “You wanted to see me? Daddy?” I all but whisper, not wanting someone to hear me call him that.

Shifting his gaze over to me, does he move to approach me, circling me slowly as he moves to slip off my backpack before carefully setting it down on his desk, his attention now on the door as he moves to lock it so no one could disturb us before returning back to me.

“I did, Princess” whispers Zac as he moves to stand behind me, his hands coming to rest against my hips as he all but pulls me against him.

“A-About what?” I attempt to say, now suddenly nervous with him.

Waiting for his reply I can’t help but shiver when I feel his mouth brush the outer rim of my ear before whispering against it. “You left without saying goodbye to me” nipping my ear I try not to moan while standing in the classroom, Zac growling softly.

“Sorry… I just assumed you wanted me gone, that you didn’t truly mean what you said last night because we were both too drunk on liquor” I say to him, not sure what else I could say for it was true, I did assume all that.

Growling again he moves to reply again, “No Princess, I absolutely meant each and every word I spoke, you are mine, and that includes your tight little pussy” then as if to prove a point does he move to cup my pussy between my legs, giving it a slight squeeze as he did, causing me to finally moan as my body responds to his touch.

“See, already responding to me like a good little sub” then without warning does he move to pull away a small whimper rising as he moves to hand me my backpack. “Now then, off you go Princess, daddy has work to do” smirks Zac as he moves to lead me from the room, unlocking his door before giving my ass a light smack before sending me on my way.

*Oh fudge..this isn’t going to end well*, is all I can manage to think as I stumble off towards my next class, feeling slightly aroused just by being touched by my daddy once more.