Under His Spell
Sam Wesson was just a normal 18 year old attending his first year of college at Stanford University. He went to parties with his friends, studied like a maniac, buried his face in books every chance he got, drank, had reckless fun, and he was really just trying his hardest to fit in for once and have a memorable experience at his new school.
Then there was him. The enticing, mysterious, alluring, hot, tempting, sexy, attractive man who happened to be his English professor. Professor Smith, otherwise know as Sir or Dean. God, Sam could've sworn every time their eyes met for only the slightest second it was like he fell into some kind of trance under a mind melding gaze. Eyes locked on one particular spot that couldn't be urged to look away and focus on something else in the room. He had no way to control himself around Dean, it was impossible. Eating 12 gallons of ice cream all in one sitting with a 1 hour time limit sounded more doable to Sam and he was lactose intolerant for crying out loud.
The young college boy wasn't aware of this, but his professor wanted him alright. Wanted to make him all his, no one else would have him. He needed to take Sam for himself before anyone else got the chance and he knew just the way to do it...