In a moment of despair, a knight sells her soul.
The professor's stance was provocative, and she looked like she meant business. Double hotness as far as he was concerned. How many times had Omar Stephens lain in his bed at night, thinking about Dr. Stephanie Macke-Leland, the most beautiful academic he'd ever seen?
"Well, Omar Stephens, cat got your frigging tongue?" Dr. Stephanie Macke-Leland asked tersely, and the brother paused. Omar Stephens pondered how to best answer the prof's question. For an entire semester, he'd been amazed by her beauty and brains, and how she made even the most boring concepts in law seem so damn interesting and cool. Dr. Stephanie Macke-Leland engaged with students, and made law classes exciting. What more could anyone want in a teacher?
"Um, I like it when you're angry," Omar Stephens confessed, and the young man exhaled sharply. Born in the environs of Dorchester, Massachusetts, to a Jamaican immigrant family, Omar converted to Islam a while back, and embraced the beautiful religion fully. Islam changed his life, and he really liked the strength and simplicity of the faith. A lot of Jamaican-Americans found Omar's conversion to Islam quite odd, but he felt he made the right choice.
There was just one thing about Islam that Omar Stephens kind of disagreed with. In the Islamic faith, women obeyed and men ruled. It was that simple. From Saudi Arabia to Yemen, from Palestine to Nigeria, from Senegal to Indonesia, Islam was deeply patriarchal and Muslim women were expected to be deferential in their dealings with men, especially their husbands and fathers.
When Omar Stephens came to Canada's Capital University, he became fascinated by the lovely, Hijab-wearing Muslim beauties of all hues whom he saw walking around campus. Sadly, finding a feisty Muslim woman was quite difficult, due to their meekness. Omar yearned to find a strong Muslim woman to dominate him, but such a unicorn did not exist. Over time, Omar's attention shifted elsewhere. He discovered he was really turned on by bossy women, especially pale-skinned, blonde ones like Dr. Stephanie Macke-Leland here.
"You like it when I'm angry, huh? How would you like it if I slapped you right now?" Dr. Stephanie Macke-Leland said angrily, and she rose from her leaning position and brought her beautiful, scowling face inches from Omar's. The burly, Afro-sporting young man held his breath, even as his heart thundered in his chest. Dr. Stephanie Macke-Leland totally got in his personal space, scary and sexy at the same time. And he loved it...
"Go on, I double dare you," Omar Stephens shot back, and Dr. Stephanie Macke-Leland grinned nastily, a scary glow coming to her eyes. She slapped him then, hard across the face. Omar's face stung, and he winced, but his dick hardened in his pants. Dr. Stephanie Macke-Leland looked at Omar, and saw a wicked smile creep into his dark, handsome face. This one is turned on by pain and humiliation, she thought, pleased by his reaction.
"Hmm, Omar, you like this, I can tell, is that why you always interrupted me in class? You want me to trash you and lay down the law?" Dr. Stephanie Macke-Leland asked, and she grabbed Omar's jaw, and looked into his soulful brown eyes. Omar Stephens smiled and nodded, and she returned his smile. The things I am going to do to your ass, smart mouth, the feisty academic thought while tantalizing her usually mouthy student.
"Yes ma'am, I, um, want you, to, um, well, dominate me," Omar Stephens stammered, and Dr.