He’s handsome, older, and oh sooo smart. He’s the epitome of sexy. And he’s your teacher. Oh you know, you shouldn’t even be thinking of him this way, but how can you help it? Every part of you wants to own him. Maybe it’s because you want his power, maybe because you want domination, or maybe because he’s so damn hott!!
Every class session you have together it’s like the room consists of just you two. His mouth, oh that mouth. You’ve memorized the contours, the colors, and the shapes they make as the words come out. What words? Well, a girl can’t concentrate when she’s looking at a god, but it is surely something intelligent and delectable, especially since those lips said them.
However, as time passes and classes end and begin, and inevitably end, you find yourself wishing, wanting more. Maybe you can tempt the fates and seduce him. Oh, sure he’s a teacher. But,….you two can be…discreet. Verryyy discreet. Nonetheless, after gathering the courage, scheming the scenario, taking all the steps…when the time comes, you just can’t do it. Or can you? Maybe this time it’ll work. You’ve realized he stays behind after class for a good 20 minutes, long enough for everyone to clear out of the classroom. No witnesses equal more success right?
The plan? Well, this time you printed out your essay, but added a little something to the end. A little, personal statement if you will. Something that you’d like to accomplish while in school. Something no boy can deny, much less a grown man.
Sitting, waiting, watching him, trying to gauge what his reaction will be, that’s what the class consists for you. You shift your papers around, staring at the last sentence on that last page. No one notices, and just as planned, class is dismissed and every practically jumps out of their seats and runs for freedom. But not you, what is freedom without him? An apartment without this man is like a cathedral without god. It’s just wrong.
You tense up, a little worried about what will happen. But, internally you tell yourself, “F*ck this, I’m gonna try!!” You pack up all but your paper and look at him. You see him staring at you, not unkindly. It sparks that candle inside of you, like all his smirks, laughs, and smiles do.
“Professor Kirschner…” you say, as you get up from your seat and walk over to him, the paper in your hands.
“Yes?” he replies, looking at you and sitting on the end of his desk.
“I would like you to look my paper over, tell me if I’m getting anything wrong.” He holds his hand out and you give him your paper. Silence ensues as he reads the paper, thank god it’s only three pages long, or else this anticipation would kill you. You watch his eyes skimming the paper quickly, skilled and glorious. You love when his eyes catch yours in class, but being able to watch them is satisfying in and of itself. The way they flitter, open, close, open; the eyelashes quickly blinking. Then he gets to the fourth page, where, in the middle of the page your sentence is printed. He reads it twice, you can tell as you intently follow his glance. The corner of his lip pulls up. And his eyes shoot up, meeting yours.
It takes you aback, his glance. It’s different from the glances you get in class. It’s glazed over with something new, something, lustful.
“Lucy, I think the paper is quite interesting. That last part, did you write it yourself?” His question seems to be testing the waters, your heart skips a beat.
“Yes, I did. Was it okay?” You search for approval, the slightest hint that he’s accepted the proposal. But you don’t have to wait long, he breaks away from the conversation, placing the paper on the table and moving to the door. At first you think he is leaving you, upset and uncomfortable. But then you realize what he is doing, he’s closing the door. You hear the click of the door as it locks, then, he does something you wouldn’t have expected. He turns the lights off. The two of you plummet into temporary darkness as your eyes get used to the drastic change.
As your eyes adjust you see him pealing his jacket off, oh, how you’ve wanted to see him without that jacket. Wanted to see his shirt stick to his body and divulge his shape. And you are not disappointed.
“Lucy, you know, in government, it’s about a balance of power. Do you know what happens when that balance is toyed with?” As he says this, he slowly crosses the room, walking past you swiftly and to the windows.
“No, what happens?” You lie, hoping to hear more of his sultry voice. You like how it vibrates inside you, making your world feel like a small earthquake has just shaken you.
He pulls one blind shut, “Well, the government falls apart….unless….”
“Unless?” you question, turning to face him now that he’s moved to the window to your side.
“Unless, the government is able to withstand the power change, able to adapt to it.” The second and last window’s blinds are shut.
“I think…our government would be able to withstand any power struggle. I think power struggles are what makes it fun.” You bite your lip as you finish your statement as he faces you. It’s harder to see his face now that the only light escaping into the room is from the windows, but you’ve memorized his features. His eyes, his nose, his cheeks, and those lips.
He walks towards you and you stand still, not moving forward, but not back either. Accepting as he comes to you. He walks slowly, never breaking his eye contact with you. You immediately think of the way a wolf approaches, cautious, but dominant and your heart races. As he gets close to you, he runs his hand through your hair, and you move your head slightly, following his pull. Then you feel him cup the back of your head, pulling your head up gently. And then it happens, your lips meet. You close your eyes, letting yourself feel him over you. His other hand runs down your shoulder, your arm, to your hand, and grasps it tightly. Breaking the kiss, he looks at you and you at him. Then, he slowly walks toward you, into you, causing you to walk backwards until your legs feel the pressure of a table behind you.
He pulls your connected hands up to his face and kisses each finger while looking at you, you giggle a little. Maybe because he’s so cute when he has that innocent yet naughty face, or maybe because you’d never expect him there. Kissing your fingers. When he stops, he lets your hand fall. He then, out of nowhere, leans down a little, and grasps your waist and a gasp escapes and he lifts you up, onto the desk.
Now you are sitting on the desk, more eye level with him now. And the silence is broken…
“Shall I demonstrate how a power struggle occurs?”
“Yes…” you answer back, in almost a whisper.
“Well, it starts like this. Someone gets the upper hand on another.” He places his hand on your right thigh. “And, supposing there was no resistance, that someone pushes a little harder.” His hand slides farther up. “Until, it is met…with resistance.” It’s as high as it can go, and you squirm, you see his lips curl. “However, if…there is no resistance, then domination can occur.” He moves his hand away and pushes you backwards, and your back hits the table.
Slightly taken aback by his show of force, yet turned on by it at the same time, you let yourself lay there. Arms to the side, slightly outstretched, and your legs still hanging off the table. You want him to come to you, come at you.
“And when domination occurs….” he looms over you, placing his hands on either side of you. “fun things happen, revolutions, civil wars, even more….” He moves closer and you feel him against you.
“A revolution starts with an uprising….” You wrap your arms around him and straddle him slightly, kissing his cheek once and then talking to him, your breathe knowingly brushing him. “an uprising like this…right?”
“Yes, but most uprisings are put down quickly…” He grabs your arms from him and pins them, kissing your neck and arms, each time tickling your skin.
“What happens if, after the uprising, the people learn they want to be dominated?” You smirk up at him, and lick your lips once. It’s all you need.
“Well, then, they become one…one government…” With that he lets go of your hands and kisses you roughly, running his hands down your back and your arms come up to embrace him, pull him closer to you. This is just how you dreamed. As you two pull each other closer, entwine yourselves together you hear him whisper, “oh how i’ve wanted you….i’ve always dreamed of this…after every class together i think of ways to get to see you outside class…” You giggle to yourself as he says this.
Then his alarm goes off, and he grumbles, pulling away hesitantly. He checks his cell and sees the time. He offers to take you to your apartment, make sure you get home safe and you accept. On the way home he sneaks glances at you, tries to talk like a teacher, about the readings, but you know more. You know he wants you back. When he parks the car you smile at him, pull him close and whisper “i think i may need some more tutoring, professor.” you pull away, step out of the car and look back at him, and he clears his throat and looks at you with that same look and lets you know he think you need tutoring still too, and that he’ll try and make room for some ‘private lessons.’ As he drives away he pulls a piece of paper out of his bag, on it is written.
“I want you, I can be veryyy discreet.”
btw, when i saw prof k, i was like, professor kinky! hahaha. <3>
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