In this room, she is his. Like a lion assessing its prey, the teacher’s eyes survey her hungrily. She knows exactly why she is here, yet her feigns of innocence make him even more intent on following through with what he had always implied to her. Her favourite college class was about to get so much better.
So often, this student had teased him so subtly during lessons, flirting with him at every opportunity and wearing the skimpiest outfits, all for his enjoyment. It wasn’t until he started to whisper things to her during lectures – in the guise of offering help with work – that he came to realise the hold that he had over her. The way her hand always slid under the desk any time he approached, to whisper more things in her ear, telling her just what he’d like to do to her, how he’d love to strip her right there and then. So slender, so full of desire, so delicate, so perfect for him to dominate.Continue reading Teacher and Student