“Electra. I’m Hunter. It’s a pleasure.” He extended hishand.
“Hello, Huntah. The pleasure’s all mine.” Her southern accent surprised him. When she pressed her hand into his, her chilly fingers cooled his internal inferno. Behind the mask, her whiskey-brown eyestwinkled.
Damn, she’s hot.“Can I buy you adrink?”
“No, thank you.” She stepped into his personal space as if she already knew him. “I’m meeting my professor and don’t want to keep himwaiting.”
Hehardened.
With a light grip on his bicep, she directed him down the corridor to a suite labeled, “The Teacher”. She flashed her Silver Towers keycard over the wall sensor. The light turned green and he pushed open the door. “Afteryou.”
“Office hours start shortly.” Her sultry voice sent another shock of adrenaline to his groin. “You get situated. I’ll be rightin.”
He appreciated Electra’s all-business attitude. Like him, she wasn’t interested in small talk or getting to know him. That worked. He wasn’t there to make friends. He was there to fuck, plain and simple. One look at her and he was up to thetask.
When he stepped into the suite, she closed the door behind him. Bathed in flickering light, several faux candles had been placed around the room. The front half of the room resembled a college classroom. Professor’s desk and chair faced a row of student desks. The back half of the room housed a queen bed covered in taupe linens and four fluffed pillows. A microfiber loveseat stood flush against the far wall. The open night table drawer revealed a variety of condoms, neatly arranged in their boxes. In the corner were two bathrooms marked “Teacher” and “Student”.
Behind the desk hung a variety of sex toys. Handcuffs, paddles, a flogger, a crop and nipple clamps. Before sinking into the chair, he placed the crop on the desk alongside the neat stack of copier paper and pens. Until now, sexual role-playing seemed absurd, butgame-onbased on his raging hard-on.
Electra tapped on the door, stuck her head inside. “Hello, Professor.” Her smile flamed in hischest.
“Electra, come in. Here to discuss yourmidterm?”
“I am.” She closed the door, slipped into the student chair and crossed her legs. “My failing midterm grade makes getting an ‘A’ in your classimpossible.”
“You should have thought of that before you opted not to study. I don’t offer extra credit work.” Crockett pushed out of the chair and walked around the desk, then leaned his backside against the corner. His hungry gaze floated over her beautiful masked face, her full breasts, and down those amazing legs. “You should have come to me for help before thetest.”
“This is going to ruin my chances of getting into grad school.” She rose and sashayed toward the door. “I’d have done just about anything to improve mygrade.”
Crockett couldn’t wait to anchor those swaying hips and drive himself inside her. He marveled at how sincere she sounded. Was Electra an actress? “Wait.”
As she slowly turned, the tips of her erect nipples stole hisattention.
“Maybe I can assist with some private tutoring. One-on-one.”
Her breath hitched and she breezed close, her alluring scent of wild flowers drawing him in. “I need personalized helpnow, Professor. What can I do to thrust my grade to the top?” With a devilish gleam in her eyes, she arched her back, thrusting her fantastic cleavage dangerously close to hismouth.
Desire made his dick throb and he removed his sport coat. He wanted to pull her into his arms and drive himself deep inside her until they both surrendered to the ecstasy. “I should take you over my knee and spank you for being such a badstudent.”
On a breathy gasp her lips parted. “The perfect punishment,” shemurmured.
“You’ll have to come twice weekly. And you must agree to whatever lesson I’m prepared to teachyou.”
She briefly closed her eyes, then pinned him with a smoldering stare. “I’ll do it if I can assure myself an ‘A’.”
“No.” He brushed his hand across her sweater, his fingers grazing her hard nipple. “I’ll promise a passing gradeonly. Anything more, you mustearn.”
“How many sessions will Ineed?”
Her sexy moan roared in his ears. “That’s up to you. How fast of a learner areyou?”
“Very.” She nibbled his lobe and palmed his crotch. “I catch onquickly.”
“Good.” As he unfastened a button on her sweater, his fingers brushed against her cleavage. “We have a lot of ground to cover in a short amount oftime.”
A husky groan ripped from her throat when she curled her fingers around his forearm. “You keep your office warm,Professor.”
“I like it scorching hot.” He continued unbuttoning her sweater. “How do you like it,Electra?”
