“Wagner.”
I dropped the sponge. It hit the tile with a pathetic little slap.
Veronika looked at me, then at him.
“Who’s Wagner?”
I swallowed hard, too distracted by the sudden rush of heat to my face to answer.
Monsieur answered for me, a wicked smile on his face. “Her first master.”
Veronika’s eyes widened.
“He will arrive this evening. Be prepared.”
The rest of the day passed in a haze and soon enough I was walking back to my room to wait, as Monsieur had instructed. Was my fantasy from the other night of being double teamed by Wagner and Monsieur about to come true? Every creak of the old château made me jump, my heart beating wildly at the thought of seeing him again after so many years.
He’d been my art professor in college and when, during my sophomore year, I was failing his class, he’d offered me a unique opportunity to earn extra credit. I closed my eyes, remembering the way his hands slid into the back of my jean shorts and gripped my panties, giving me my first wedgie. I was soaking wet just thinking about it.
Just as I was sliding my hand down to touch myself, I heard footsteps in the hallway. I jerked up, hastily fixing my uniform, silently hoping I didn’t look as disheveled as I felt. The footsteps paused and then someone knocked at my door.
I opened it slowly.
There he was. Professor Wagner. Exactly as I remembered him and somehow entirely different. He looked older, his dark hair now peppered with gray. His eyes, which were always his best feature, now had fine lines around them. He smelled exactly the same though. Like leather, soap and a little bit of turpentine. His smell flooded me with memories of our late nights together in his art studio. I felt a sudden pull to reach out and touch him, to feel his firm grip on my waist, his hands making their way into my skirt, but I held myself back.
He cocked his head to the side, taking me in.
“Still wearing tight panties for older men, I see.”
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