It was wrong. So wrong. He was supposed to be my lecturer, a mentor. Someone to guide me through university and inspire me to do great things. A role model even.
Yet here he was, pushing me up against his desk, whispering hot and heavy into my ear about how he wanted to fuck me, his body pressed into mine in a way that made me almost forget how to take a breath.
All of a sudden the boys that I'd been playing around with... and that's all they really were...
boys
... fell short on every mark. My cheating boyfriend who'd cared more about sinking pints down the Union on a Saturday night and flirting with anything in a skirt... The tedious suitors who'd smile and give me compliments in the hope of a sloppy snog and a quick grope at the end of the night on the dance floor... They weren't what I wanted, and certainly not what I needed.
"What I really wanna know Grace... is where did this attitude come from? And what are we gonna do about it?"
As he spoke I felt his fingertips skim the top of my thigh, playing with the hem of my too-short skirt, catching it and lifting it slightly.
"I'm not going to tolerate it. Do you understand?"
His voice came with an edge that resonated in my core, a simmering ember which flooded my whole body with heat.
"Yes," I uttered, a gasp bursting from me as his cool fingers connected with the skin of my upper thigh.
"Yes... what?"
"Yes...
Sir
..."
I added a touch of insolence to my words, meant to provoke as I pushed my hips back into his and heard his breath catch, felt him press into me even harder. The momentum forced me forward and I shot out my hands, fingers planted on the desk. I was playing a dangerous game, balancing on the precipice, daring him to tip over the edge, tempting him to break his control.
I felt him tense behind me a second before the pressure of his body disappeared. Dismayed, I quickly righted myself and turned around.
He stood close enough to touch but clearly trying to create some distance, a conflict of frustration and hunger etched on his features. His voice came sharp as he shook his head, his arms folded across his chest in a defensive pose.
"Fuck... I don't know what I was thinking. We can't do this. If someone found out I'd be fired... there'd be a disciplinary. My reputation would be ruined. I'd never teach again."
Disappointment flooded me. Why would he summon me here to his office if he didn't want to do all those things to me that he'd just admitted fantasising about? He obviously needed persuading.
And it just so happened that I was
very
persuasive.
I took a small step towards him, closing the gap, reaching out a hand towards him. "But you said..."
He caught hold of my wrist in a tight grip, instantly stilling me, his eyes flashing dangerously. "I don't care what I said. I must have been out of my mind to even consider this. It can't happen. There's too much at stake here. You'd never graduate... is that really what you want?"
He looked resolute but that didn't deter me. Behind the determination the lust still simmered, that was plain to see. It roiled beneath his cool exterior, blazing hot, like a volcano ready to erupt. There were hidden depths to Tom, I just knew it. Depths that I so desperately wanted to plumb. A dark side that would be unleashed if I only knew which buttons to push.
"You know what I want Sir..."
I looked up at him through my lashes, devilishly tempting, a smile on my lips, testing him. His eyes hardened as his grip tightened around my wrist, the harsh pressure only fanning the flames of my desire as I imagined him pinning both of my hands above my head in the same fashion whilst he fucked me roughly up against the wall of his office.
"You're playing with fire," he warned.
I just looked back at him, catching my bottom lip between my teeth before I released it with a smirk. "Maybe I like it hot..."
He held my gaze, his mouth a hard line, his fingers flexing around my wrist. It looked like he was going to speak but then he thought better of it, releasing me like he was dropping a hot coal, curses muttered under his breath.
He looked angry, at war with himself. I could tell he wanted me but he was holding back. Like he'd said, he was trying to be professional. Trying to do the right thing. But I wasn't giving up that easily. The kindling was ready... I just had to light the touch paper.
I stepped back until I felt the desk hit the back of my thighs, planting my hands on the edge and boosting myself up, my legs dangling beneath me. I looked down at the floor fleetingly, hanging my head a little.
"I'm sorry, maybe I got a little confused. I thought I was in trouble see. I thought you were going to teach me how to behave?"
Tom looked back at me, trying to keep a neutral expression even though I could plainly see the turmoil flickering across his countenance. I could see his eyes darkening, I felt a shift in the air as I ground his resistance down.
"I'm warning you. Do I look like I'm messing around? Do I look like I won't punish you?"
This was good. Time to turn things up a notch. I placed my hands on my thighs, moving them slowly upwards, the hem of my skirt riding up. I fixed Tom with my purest little-girl-lost look, eyes wide, a petulant pout on my lips.
"That's just the thing Sir... you keep on promising me but it's just not happening."
I took a deep breath, watching his reaction as my skirt rose higher and higher, spreading my legs as I did, affording Tom a glimpse of my black lace panties. I stopped just short of indecency, my hands resting atop my thighs, waiting.
