the required reading on your own.” A small chorus of groans erupted through the lecture hall, as maybe 25% of the students in attendance actually heard his words. The other 75% were already mentally walking to their next class. Packing up his own materials, he did what he could to keep his greedy eyes off of the beautiful co-ed in the first row. He’d noticed her the first day of class, blonde, long tan legs, ample chest that she wasn’t opposed to showing off from time to time, and inquisitive brown eyes. Just as he moved to avert his gaze, she looked up at him. Fuck , he thought as he watched her breathe speed up, her lips parted deliciously, and a serene, expectant look came over her face, like she was submitting to him without any direct order. Her cheeks were flushed, giving away her, obvious, arousal. He was grateful to be standing behind the lectern when he felt his cock stir in his pants.
He watched, in slow motion, as she walked toward him. She didn’t stalk after him, or look predatory in her approach, but he could tell she wanted something from him, and it wasn’t a new copy of the syllabus. Unbidden, he wondered what she would look like wearing a thin band of his possession around her neck. Announcing to everyone that mattered that she was taken, his. Inwardly, he frowned at the direction of his thoughts. It wasn’t because he cared that it was against the rules for teachers and students to have personal relations. It was more that he’d never considered collaring someone before, but the desire to bind her to him was overwhelming.
The sight of her in her white button down shirt, only the collar button undone and forest green skirt that just touched the top of her black over the knee socks had him wishing the classroom was empty. He had no idea if she was in the scene, or just naturally submissive. Asking such a question of her in this setting, though, was out of the question.
“Professor?” she asked, so softly he almost didn’t hear her, but her voice was so melodic he wanted her to speak again.
“Speak up,” he commanded.
“Professor?” she asked, louder this time, but there was still a bit of timidity in the question.
“Yes?” he asked, raising a dark eyebrow at her question, his blue eyes burning with intrigue.
“Um, I was hoping that I could sign up for tutoring next week, during your office hours?” she fidgeted with the book in her hand. Oh how he’d love to train her to be more confident in her stance and her words, he had no patience for people who wasted his time.
“I’d love to set up a time to tutor you,” he smiled, darkly, knowing that the offer wasn’t just for help with sociological concepts. “How’s next Monday, when I’m back on campus?” he offered. “7pm?”
“But that’s after your office hours, Professor,” she shook her head, confused.
“I’m well aware of that, Miss Carson, but I do have a full docket of other tutees during that time, and I figured you were looking for a one on one session. However, if I’ve read your intent incorrectly, I’d be happy to give you the time of one of my group sessions,” he explained, folding his hands over the lectern and leveling her with a panty melting smile.
“Um,” she started, flustered at his words, “no, do you didn’t misinterpret my dire need for help, and I’m grateful that you’d sacrifice your personal time to help me.”
“It’s no sacrifice,” he stated, simply. “I’ll see you in my office on Monday evening then,” he dismissed.
“Yes, Sir,” he heard her breathe out as he turned toward the door behind him. How was he going to get through the next week knowing the promise their tutoring session held for both of them?
**
His fingers caressed the satin of her hair from behind her ear down her back to the silk of her skin, tracing an erotic path over every inch of her bareness.
“ God, you look beautiful like this,” he said, huskily, pulling his hands around to her front to
He watched, in slow motion, as she walked toward him. She didn’t stalk after him, or look predatory in her approach, but he could tell she wanted something from him, and it wasn’t a new copy of the syllabus. Unbidden, he wondered what she would look like wearing a thin band of his possession around her neck. Announcing to everyone that mattered that she was taken, his. Inwardly, he frowned at the direction of his thoughts. It wasn’t because he cared that it was against the rules for teachers and students to have personal relations. It was more that he’d never considered collaring someone before, but the desire to bind her to him was overwhelming.
The sight of her in her white button down shirt, only the collar button undone and forest green skirt that just touched the top of her black over the knee socks had him wishing the classroom was empty. He had no idea if she was in the scene, or just naturally submissive. Asking such a question of her in this setting, though, was out of the question.
“Professor?” she asked, so softly he almost didn’t hear her, but her voice was so melodic he wanted her to speak again.
“Speak up,” he commanded.
“Professor?” she asked, louder this time, but there was still a bit of timidity in the question.
“Yes?” he asked, raising a dark eyebrow at her question, his blue eyes burning with intrigue.
“Um, I was hoping that I could sign up for tutoring next week, during your office hours?” she fidgeted with the book in her hand. Oh how he’d love to train her to be more confident in her stance and her words, he had no patience for people who wasted his time.
“I’d love to set up a time to tutor you,” he smiled, darkly, knowing that the offer wasn’t just for help with sociological concepts. “How’s next Monday, when I’m back on campus?” he offered. “7pm?”
“But that’s after your office hours, Professor,” she shook her head, confused.
“I’m well aware of that, Miss Carson, but I do have a full docket of other tutees during that time, and I figured you were looking for a one on one session. However, if I’ve read your intent incorrectly, I’d be happy to give you the time of one of my group sessions,” he explained, folding his hands over the lectern and leveling her with a panty melting smile.
“Um,” she started, flustered at his words, “no, do you didn’t misinterpret my dire need for help, and I’m grateful that you’d sacrifice your personal time to help me.”
“It’s no sacrifice,” he stated, simply. “I’ll see you in my office on Monday evening then,” he dismissed.
“Yes, Sir,” he heard her breathe out as he turned toward the door behind him. How was he going to get through the next week knowing the promise their tutoring session held for both of them?
**
His fingers caressed the satin of her hair from behind her ear down her back to the silk of her skin, tracing an erotic path over every inch of her bareness.
“ God, you look beautiful like this,” he said, huskily, pulling his hands around to her front to
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