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Jaime shrugs, looking sorry for me. “Busted.”
I sigh, my nerves completely frayed as I wonder what Leo will say to me. “Guess that’s what I get for being late,” I say to Jaime, and wave a weak goodbye to him as I walk back down the aisle to Leo.
I sit down in the front row, across from Leo’s lectern where he still stands, waiting for the last students to trickle out of the lecture hall. When the room is finally empty, he walks back up the long aisle, closes the doors, and I hear a click. He’s locked them. I hear his heavy footsteps coming back to the front of the hall, but my eyes are fixed on the whiteboard at the front of the room. I have no idea what to anticipate, and I feel like if I can avoid his eyes, maybe this whole mess will just magically disappear. Finally, though, he’s back at the front of the room, leaning against the desk set up next to the lectern. I have no choice. I look up. From his super hip shoes, up his muscular legs and chest, eventually being brave, and looking him square in the eyes. I take a deep breath.
“Look, obviously I didn’t know you were teaching this class,” I try to explain. “I didn’t even know you were a professor—”
“You’re in big trouble Ms. Stevens,” he says, cutting me off mid-sentence.
I’m shocked to hear him say my last name since I’ve never told him. Then I realize my name is on his roster. He has access to my records. Anything the college has on record about me, he could know, too. I wonder if that’s what he was reading the whole time we were working on our assignments. I feel so naked and exposed, but not in a good way.
He stands in front of me, tall and beautiful, and domineering. I can just make out the outline of his dick starting to grow hard beneath his pants. My breathing comes in short gasps despite my mind telling me to stop. Slow down. Think about where you are right now!
He leans forward away from the desk until his eyes are level with mine. He smiles, knowing I was staring at his dick.
“I should spank you,” he says in a sultry, serious voice. “I don’t like when people are tardy. My classes are in high demand. There’s a wait list, you know?”
My pulse quickens. I want to resist him, but every part of my body aches to be touched by him.
Resist, my head screams, but as soon as my mouth opens, words I had no intention of saying come out. “You’re right. I’ve been extremely naughty. I deserve to be punished.”
His lips quirk up at the corner in a cocky grin. “Stand up and bend over the desk.”
Suddenly I’m nervous. It’s one thing to sext all of this, two anonymous people in the world, no chance of running into each other in person, letting real life interfere with our fantasies and games. But experiencing it in person, hearing these dirty things from his lips, it’s a whole other thing. It’s sexy, for sure, but also scary. I love his domineering energy, but I’m afraid of it at the same time. I’ve never experienced anything like it before. When it comes to sex, I’m not exactly experienced. I’ve had one boyfriend in my life. It lasted an entire year, but in that time we were barely physical. Just a lot of making out and fumbling and groping. When we finally decided to have sex, we broke up soon afterward. The entire experience was awkward and not exactly sensual. It was the first time for both of us, so we didn’t really know what we were doing. Since neither of us was in a hurry to do it again, and we were both sort of mortified in front each other that, we were both happy to go our separate ways.
I stand up, my legs and hands shaking as I consider the desk. Am I really going to do this? But before I can decide, Leo’s hand is between my shoulder blades and he gently pushes me down until my hands catch the edge of the desk and I’m half bending over. I stand like that for a few beats, hyperaware of Leo’s presence behind me, waiting for. . .What? A slap? A whisper in my ear? I’m in completely unchartered territory and it’s both terrifying and electrifying. I gasp when he reaches around to unbutton my jeans. I hadn’t expected that, but I’m stunned into silence. I hear the zipper of my jeans as he pulls it down, and then his rough fingers are on my skin, pulling the denim off my hips and down my thighs. He reaches back up and my panties follow. The cold air on my exposed ass feels strange, and again I find myself between two worlds. I see the white board in front of me with my class assignment written on it, and behind me is this man, a virtual stranger, whose next move I can’t anticipate but my body is already responding to it.
