Mastering Timothy

By Clover Cox

Bonnie Campbell is sexy, confident, and knows how to dress. But her parents won't stop nagging her about a wedding or grandkids.

 

Bonnie rehashes a failed date with a fellow member of the physics department, Timothy Morton. He isn't her type, but he oozes a submissive aura. Bonnie decides to take the plunge and master this man since he can also be used to appease her parents.

 

'Two birds with one stone' is how Bonnie sees it.

 

Mastering Timothy is a femdom romance.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Clover Cox
• Release date: Oct 6, 2018
• ISBN: 9798224929146

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MASTERING TIMOTHY

Clover Cox

Copyright © 2018 Clover Cox

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All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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To my readers, always

CHAPTER 1

Bonnie Campbell had lab that sunny day. She paced around the classroom and peeked over her students’ shoulders as the heels of her closed-toed boots clicked against the linoleum. Bonnie wore large goggles and a tight lab coat. Her brown hair was tied back, and it cascaded down her back and contrasted against the white fabric. She peeked out to the glorious day and hated being in the classroom.

Bonnie leaned over her college students. Her breasts brushed a few, as she corrected their wrong calculations. She was easily frustrated by poor arithmetic. Those were prerequisites for her class. They should have learned all the math before entering her physics lab.

A few of the football kids were in her class. She never understood how they passed the prerequisites, but they caused her the most trouble regardless. She routinely saved them for last. They either didn’t complete the work, or they had a page full of mistakes. Either way, marking them took longer than she desired to spend with them staring at her chest and asking idiotic questions.

They were more diligent until Bonnie humiliated them by showing how ignorant they were to the entire class one day.

Bonnie moved along and worked her way across the room. She ignored the beefy guys laughing at their phones and ignoring instructions.

The nerdy boys listened to her every word. She preferred a man that followed directions and could listen to what a lady had to say. Bonnie had always taken charge among her peers. Her mother used to complain that it was why Bonnie couldn’t find a man.

Who the hell was Bonnie Campbell to need a man?

Speaking of men, Timothy Morton, a fellow in the physics department lurked outside her door as she approached the table of jocks. He stared into the classroom with a blank face. Bonnie threw back her hair and jutted her shoulders. Her glasses nearly fell to the ground. Timothy scurried off down the hallway before any of the students saw him looking like an idiot.

Everyone had encouraged them to go out on a date, and Bonnie had finally agreed the week before. The date went terribly, but every day since he’d done that creepy walk-by-her-door thing, and Bonnie was about fed up with it. He was cute, a little chubby, but dreadfully shy.

Bonnie exhaled an noticeable sigh of frustration as she approached the jocks. They hadn’t finished a single question on the page. She snatched the cell phone out of the student’s hand and walked away. She threw the device onto her desk, and it thumped loud enough for the entire class to look up. The young man started to stand, but Bonnie pointed at him, Sit down!

The class went wide-eyed, and they all turned toward the guy.

Now, let’s go over the answers.

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I told you I don’t want to get married, Bonnie huffed and took a sip of her wine. Her mother stabbed a fork onto her plate and narrowed her eyes at Bonnie. Bonnie’s father, Bob, didn’t say a word as the two