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I take my seat at the back and take out a pen from my pocket.

It's a little while before the whole class starts to fill their seats.

Mr. Whitt is our new professor this term since Mr. Ivol quit suddenly.

Mr. Whitt is a nice man, he's in his late 40’s and is very patient with everyone.

He's holding what looks to be our exam papers.
We took them last week, I don't have to look to know I failed.

Eventually, he gets to my desk when handing them out.

He looks disappointed.
“See me after class, Mr. Vin.”

Mr. Whitt is a nice man. An older man… It's morally wrong… But I can't stop fantasizing about him fucking me ruthless on his desk.

“Yes, sir…” I keep my head down, my dick is throbbing…

“The rest of you did great on the exam,” He snatches my paper and holds it up, “This is what happens when you don't study. Don't make the same mistake Mr. Vin here, has done.” He slams the paper back down onto my desk.

I'm going to explode.
I love it when he humiliates me like that…

I hope he spanks me raw for failing.

“You know what, I don't have anything planned for this lesson, do whatever you want for an hour.”

I stand up, I hide my raging erection with my jacket,

“Where are you going, Mr. Vin?.”

“Um… Bathroom…”

“Speak up, I can't hear you.”

“He's going to the bathroom, sir.” One of my classmates interjects.

“Right. Make it fast, please.”

I nod and rush out. I quickly close the last stall and sit down, facing the wall, I jerk off.

I muffle my moans with my jacket.

I have no shame. God. I want him to fuck me, his sultry, gravelly voice… His hot breath, verbally humiliating me for cumming without his permission… He'll spank me for disobeying his orders.
His strong hand grip my ass, stretching the hole he'll violate.
He'll force my head onto his girthy cock, making me swallow his seed. I'll deepthroat every inch of him.
I'll suck his cock under his desk when another professor comes in.
I'll rub my cock, and when the coast is clear, he'll punish me for masturbating without his permission. I've been such a bad mutt who desperately needs punishing.

No shame.

I cum into the toilet bowl.

I sit there, collecting myself before cleaning myself, washing my hands and walking back.

I keep my head down and sit back into my seat.

It's 5:15 when my classmates get up from their chairs and start making their way out of the classroom.

They all filter out before he looks up from his computer to me,
“Mr. Vin. Come here.”

My heart is pounding.
“Yes…” I mumble, I walk to his desk.

“You failed another test.”

I can't look him in the eye, I'll do something I'll regret. I grip my jacket.

“Is there something I should know?.”

I shake my head.

“No?. Well, you've failed 3 of my exams so far…”
“Is it my teaching?. You weren't exactly acing Mr. Ivol’s lessons either…”

“It's not-... You.”

“You'll have to speak up, I can't hear you.”
“You're so quiet.” He laughs.

My jacket remains solely at my abdomen.
“Um…” I clear my throat, “It's not you.” My voice quivers, I'm not used to speaking louder.

“I find that hard to believe. You’re ever so quiet in my class, you never raise your hand, and you always keep your head down.”
“I've spoken to your other professors, and they've agreed you are quiet, but you engage in their classes when they ask. So I don't understand why you won't engage in mine.”

“Sorry…”

He stands up abruptly.

Punish me
Punish me
Punish me

“Why do you feel the need to look down all the time?.”
“Do you have any friends?.” He leans on his arm, pressed firmly onto his desk, leaning towards me,

I sheepishly shake my head.

“No?. You don't have anyone you talk to outside of class?... No one your age?” He sounds concerned.

“No…” I bury my head.

“I'm worried about you, Elijah.”

He said my name
He said my name
He said my name
He said my name

I'm going to do something I might regret in a minute…

“Are you eating enough at home?... Are you going outside often?”

“Yes.” I shift uncomfortably.

He breathes and stands up straight.
“Fine.” He slumps back into his chair, he stares at me for a moment, he tilts his head at me.
“Is that your favourite jacket?”
“I see you bring it in everyday.”

I nod.

“You need to come out of your shell more, Elijah. I think you'd do great if you made some friends. Some encouragement… Yes?”

“Um… Can I go now, sir?... Please.”

He sighs, “Yes.”

I turn around quickly and grab my bag and leave.

He cares. I'm bursting out of the seams.

I reach my car and breathe.

Holy shit.

My whole body is hot and pulsing.

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“Ms. Michaels, could you come up to my desk, please.”

Michelle Michaels. The golden star. She's currently reigning supreme over everyone regarding exams.
Regarding everything academic.

I'm slightly concerned that if she doesn't take a day off from being an academic weapon, she might collapse due to exhaustion…

But I'm not worried. She's been sucking up to Mr. Whitt ever since he came into class.
She's such an asskisser.

But I can't particularly hate her that much… Her parents are scientists, so she has a predestined mold to fit into.

But I just wish she wasn't such a teacher's pet.

All the mocking and belittling, I can put aside. But leaning on his desk whilst he stares up at her… No.

Not only is she intelligent, she also a fucking train. She's the campus’ bicycle. And everyone, no matter who they are, can get a piece of her.

With her being the school whore, her attire is also, school whore. With her low, low tank tops, to her short, short shorts.

She does have a good pair of tits though, I can't lie.
I can't blame her, if I had her body, I'd be practically naked too.

As much as I hate her, I'd love to fuck her. Just to put it into perspective. Maybe I wouldn't be so jealous of her if I knew what she looked like mid orgasm.

Mr. Whitt nods as he leans back, finishing his sentence it seems.

She smiles sweetly and slowly turns around. With being a renowned whore, she also walks like a whore.

Mr. Whitt isn't interested. That makes me so horny.

She walks up to me. I guess I was too expressive in my distaste for her.

“Got a problem?.”
“You’re just mad because you literally got the lowest score.”
She grimaces.

“I did nothing…”

“Huuuuh??” She leans in way too close for comfort.
“I can't hear you. You're literally like a mouse.”

Her tits are basically in my face.

“Could you back up?...” There's grit in my tone.

“Speak up.” She sounds bored.

“Go away. You're making a scene out of nothing.”

“I think that's the first sentence I've ever heard you say.”
“You're literally so quiet. You're like a creepy lurker.”

“Okay…”

“A creepy lurker. Like… It's not gonna hurt you to be normal.”
“Like… Literally just speak.”

“Ms. Michaels, that's enough. Back to your seat, please.”

“Mhh… Yah… Well anyway,” She stands up straight, “You're kinda cute, aside from your creepy little facade you got going on… If you wanna study together, maybe bring those grades up so you're not a complete disappointment to your parents, hit me up.”

“...I'm good thanks.”

“Whatever. Stay in the mud then, I don't care.” She shrugs.
She glances around me.
She spots my jacket.

She grabs it immediately.
“Why do you always have this?. Like… I see it everyday. Like, no matter what outfit. Even if it don't match… It's actually so tacky.”

“Ms. Michaels, I won't ask again…” Mr. Whitt stands up.
My blood is boiling.

“Ohmygoddd… Yessss.” She throws it to me and walks away.

I accidentally make eye contact with him, “Stay behind.” I see his lips move.

I try to make the fold in my jacket on my lap look natural…

The hours that pass in this room feel like several rotations around the sun.
The second rotation finally comes and everyone starts to pack their things and walk out of the door.

I stand up and grab my bag,

Mr. Whitt stands up too, I make sure that they're all gone before I walk to his desk.

He looks good today, he looks like my wet dreams.

“Elijah,” I still can't get over how he says my name…
“I didn't like how you let Ms. Michaels talk to you like that.”
“What is your relationship with her?”

He's worried about me.

“Um… I don't know.”

“You've never spoken to Ms. Michaels before?”

I shake my head.

“I don't want to make any accusations about another student, and I want to help you have a better education experience. So please tell me if you're experiencing any bullying around campus.”

“Well…”
“I don't know… Snitching makes things worse…”

“How?”

“I don't know…-, like… People usually don't take it well when being snitched on? You know- like, it makes them even more… I don't know… Revengeful?...”

He nods, “I won't notify anyone about what you'll tell me, Elijah, you have my word.”

Fuck me. Fuck me so hard against this desk right now. Let the screw come loose.

“Um…” I look towards the door.

I want you to pity me, Mr. Whitt.

“She… Um… Like- I'm… I'm not doing well- like- academically… And obviously she is… So…”

“So she picks on you because you score the lowest on exam scores?”

I sheepishly nod.

“Does she do anything more than that?”

“I don't know if…–”

“Elijah. I want to help you, I can help you, I promise. You have to trust me.”

FUUUUUUUCKKKKK
My fucking dick is pulsingggggg

“It's not that serious… And there's not really anything you can do if you won't go to the head…”

He steps beside me, “I can have her transferred out of my class if that'll make you feel more comfortable.”

Fucking me until I can't form sentences would make me more comfortable too

“Well… I don't want her- to…”

“She won't know the reason.”
“I'll transfer her to Mrs. Sahri’s class.”

Mrs. Sahri’s classes are for the years above.
Michelle would probably smoke those losers.

I nod.

“Yeah?.”

Fuckfuckfufkdufkkkkfuuuckkfucjfujjjjjkkk pleasdeeeee fuck me

“How is your home life?” He leans on the desk, “I know I've asked this before, but… Have you been jogging perhaps?”

I shake my head

“No?. Why not?”

I purse my lips, “I don't know… I don't really… Um… I don't know.”

“Do you speak to your parents?”

I nod, “Sometimes… They… Um, they send me money sometimes.”

“That's good, for food and bills?”

I nod.

“Do you work?”

“Part time…”

“Mh, where?”

Ohmygod

“Um… Uh- at a café…”

“Ah,”
“Which café is it?”

“Um… It's um, it's one on campus…”

“Ohh… Oh, I haven't seen you. I stop for my morning coffee run.”

I nod, “I work nights…”

He nods, “Is that why you haven't been studying?”

“I don't know…”

“Why do you hang your jacket so low?. I've never seen you wear it. Is it for show?”

To hide how hard I am for you

“I don't know… It's just nice to- um… Feel.”

He touches my jacket. Right… There…
“It's leather, do you like the texture?”

I clear my throat and nod.

If you don't take your hand off of my jacket I'm going to moan.

“Have you made any friends since our last talk?”

Turned off.

I shake my head.

“Hm…” He keeps his hands to himself.
He returns back to his seat and stares up at me. He manspreads.

I want to be under that desk.

I want him to tie my calves to my thighs and my hands together with tight rope, tighten it until I get rope burn. Shove a ball gag in my mouth. A tight blindfold. Put on some nipple clip-ons. Stick a small vibrator up my ass and top it off with a dildo.
Throw me under that desk and watch how fast I lose all sense of dignity.

“Why are you performing well in other classes, Elijah?.”

“What?.”

“I asked you a question. Please answer it.”

God. God. Please… Please scold me. Fucking just… Oh my. Just let me have it. Please…

Because I want to fuck you, Mr. Whitt.

“I don't know… I said I'm sorry- I don't… Know…”

“You do know. I know.”

Please say you'll fuck me.

“I get that you're quiet and reserved, I appreciate all of my quiet students, they're a pleasure to teach,”
“I hope by removing a nuisance, it will help you open up to me, Elijah.”

Please. Please. Stop beating around the bush. Just strip me bare and bend me over.

“Why- What's the reason?...”

“What do you mean?.”

“Like… Why I'm not engaging…- in your classes…”

“Because that's just who you are. And I get it- I think,”

Right…
He thinks I'm just awkward.
I am. Yes. But I want him to know that I also want him to absolutely ravish me.

“You're quiet. And I've just joined half way through the semester, and if it takes until you graduate to gain your trust, I will.”

Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me

“Maybe it's just because you're not interested in this subject. You weren't doing too hot when Mr. Ivol was teaching either…”
“In fact… Wait a moment,”

He tinkers on his computer for a minute.
He drags the monitor around so I can see it.

“In nearly all of your male classes, you lag behind.”
“But in comparison, you're doing way better- still failing- but way better in your female classes.”
He turns the monitor back around.

“Are you okay, Elijah?.”

I furrow my eyebrows a little and nod.

“Is there a reason you're doing worse in male classes?...”
“Did… Something happen?.”

I just have a slight crush with men who have authority. Sue me.

“I don't know what you mean.”

“I don't want to assume… And please, please, please tell me if I'm stepping way out of line here…”
“What's your relationship like with your father?.”

It's like I've just been handed a baggie full of cocaine.

“Um… It's fine…”

He nods with obvious uncertainty.
“I'm sorry if that was an invasive question. But… You have to understand where I'm coming from…” He winces slightly, seeing if I'm catching on.

I'm catching on alright.

“Right?... Only exceeding with your female professors in contrast to your male professors… That kind of warrants a concerning conversation.”

The only conversation I'm interested in is the one between your legs.

“Okay…” I hang my head slightly.

He inhales an anxious breath, “Well… Um… As your teacher… I want the best for you. And… Now that I'm thinking about it… More…” He clears his throat, “Clearly…” He's anxious.
“Your body language.”

Can you tell I'm desperate for your cock based solely on my body language?.

“Isn't…” He inhales, “Appropriate.”

“What do you mean?.” I look up through my eyelashes.

“Well…”
“For- for starters… Your jacket. It's…” He closes his eyes and rubs his nose bridge.

He’s remembering how he touched it. So provoking…

“It's?...”

“It's… Well- it's on your… And I…”

“You touched it.”

“Yes.”
He clears his throat again.
“And… You breathe… Heavy when…” He exhales,
“Elijah… I don't think it's best for you to stay enrolled in my class anymore.”

I look at him properly, and tilt my head slightly. “Oh”
“Why?”

“You know why.- You…”

“Mr. Whitt,”
“I don't know why you're suddenly kicking me out…”
“You came to that conclusion all on your own.”

“You're no better than Ms. Michaels…”

I put my jacket on his desk and step towards him.
“Mr. Whitt, are you calling me a whore?.”

“You know what you're doing.”

“No. I'm having trouble understanding you. I'm not a mind reader.”

I put my hand on his thigh and slowly feel my hand up towards his groin.

“Elijah!...”

“If you want to stop, just stand up.” I gently rub his cock.

He doesn't stand up.

My heart is beating out of my chest.

His cock gets erect. I rub faster.

“That didn't take long.”

“You're not serious…”

“I'm going to deepthroat your cock, Mr. Whitt. Is that okay?”

He doesn't speak. He grabs my hair and forces me to my knees.
“I have the power to expel you. Do you understand?.”

“Let me suck your dick.”

He unbuttons his belt and I finally get to see his girthy cock.

It's big. I see all the veins…

I lick my lips and get to work.

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I put my hands on his desk, “Come on, Mr. Whitt…”

He laughs dryly, “Elijah…”
“You can't just thrust your ass out in public.”

“Thrust yourself in my ass then.”
“Or, you can take me home and fuck me senseless.”
“But I'm here now. I'm ready for you, Mr. Whitt.”

He clenches his jaw and looks at the door.
He bite his lip and stands up from his chair.

He stands behind me, he throws my head into the desk.
“I don't want to hear a sound, am I clear?”

I nod.
“Yes yes!. Fuck me.”

He gently thrusts him inside me

“Harder… Come on!...” I whine.

He grips my hips and thrusts all of him in.

“Uh!” I groan loudly. I throw my head up.

“I told you to be quiet…” He grumbles.

I gasp and breathe.
“You feel so good, Mr. Whitt!...”

He sighs, “Yeah?”
“Is this why you're failing my class?. Because you can't stop daydreaming about me fucking you?.”

“You and your massive cock, sir.”

“Shh…” He covers my lips.

He thrusts harder.

“Mmh!!-”
“Ohhm- fuck yus-” My eye rolls back.

“Am I having sex with a virgin?” He softens his hold on my lips.

“You gotta start somewhere…” I exhale.

“Fine.” He tightens his hold again and puts more force into his thrusts.

“Mmmhff oh oh!”
“Please-”

“Shh… Bite your tongue.”

I feel the hairs on my body stand up, I'm going to throw up.

“More…”

He pulls out.

“Ooh!” I squeeze my eyes shut and scrunch my face.

“I can't.”

“Everyone has gone home.”
“No one's going to see.”
“Unless there's cameras…”

“They don't work, they're just for show. You're adults.”

“So… Why won't you fuck me?.”

“I can't have your first time be in here.”

“Are you going to drive me home and fuck me rough on your dining table?.”

“No. That's where I eat, don't be crude. I'll fuck you rough on my bed.”

“Okay”

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As promised, he drives me back to his house and he fucks me mercilessly on his bed.

The whole bed is creaking with how hard he's pounding my hole.

He tied a blindfold around my eyes tightly,
It adds to the pleasure.

My moans are muffled and strangled by a large dildo stuffed into my mouth, my jaw is locked.

I'm on my stomach, whilst he fucks me from behind. He can't see my eyes roll back every thrust.

The man I've been lusting after is fucking me. Pounding my tight hole.

My hands are tied to the end of the bed, my feet are also tied to the edge of the bed. I can't move.

My cock pulses, I'm going to explode.

He thrusts faster as he's about to cum.

His warm liquid squirts into me. I cum from that feeling alone.

He stops and pulls out. He fingers my wet hole harshly. His cum squelches as he thrusts his fingers more.

He takes off the gag and forces his wet fingers into my mouth, he forces my back to arch up. His cum feels so good. I want more of him inside me.

I'm salivating like a dog.

He unties my legs and throws me onto my back. The blindfold makes every touch he makes heightened.

I flinch slightly as I feel his warm hand slide down to my cock.

It's up and ready for him.

He rubs it, it's wet. I hear him spit on it. The blood rushes to my cock, I feel it pulsing.

He rubs faster. The mix of cum and his spit makes my head whirl.

“Let me cum…”

“That's not how you ask, is it?.” He spanks my thigh harshly.

I breathe heavily, “Please, Daddy… Please let me cum!...” I throw my head back.

“Mh.” I feel his lips cover the head and his tongue completely covers my tip.
He runs his tongue over my tip, it's still pretty sensitive from when he was fucking me.

I buck my hips slightly and moan, “Please!...” I whine.

I whine loudly as he starts to rub his with his hand again.

“Fuck!... Oh… You feel so good!...” I moan.

“Yes?.” His sultry voice is making me cum.

“Yes! Yes!... Keep talking.”

I move my hips slightly.

“What do you want me to say?”

“How good I'm being.”

“You are doing very well.”
“You're being perfect.” I feel his hands on my forehead, moving the sweaty strands of hair out of my face.
“Let's take a shower once I'm finished with you.”

I nod frantically, “Yes!... Please.”

“Did I say you could cum?.”

His voice is making me so horny.

“Are you going to punish me?.”

“Will you be able to handle it?.”

“Yes!.” I sit up immediately.

“Mh…” He sounds unsure.

“Yes!.” I say it a little louder.

“You're getting too excited about punishments, Elijah.”

I sink down a little. “I can handle it. I promise.”

He unties me and takes off the blindfold, he kisses me gently and then stands up from the bed.

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Michelle has everything going for her. Except one thing.
The one thing that whore is so desperately trying to ride, is someone that's already been locked and chained.

“I just wanted to go over the coursework you handed out.” Her tits are practically in his face.

“Is something wrong?”

“Yeah. This question,” The way she moves her arm makes her tit move up slightly.

He's clearly uncomfortable. His eyes turn up, towards me. To see if I'm looking.

Not only am I looking, I'm envisioning tearing that bitch to shreds.
Thinking about all the ways I could humiliatingly humble the skank to the point she drops out and becomes a recluse.

I could fuck her and record it. But it's probably already been done a million times before… Slut.

I could drill out a small hole in a tree and force her in it. Make her become a free for all like she's so obviously begging with her outfits.

That's too much work. I'll tie her limbs together and throw her naked in a fraternity party.

Frat boys will not only decimate her body, but they will also simultaneously rip her consciousness, psyche and spirit along with her ovaries. They're good like that.

“Okay… Well. Whatever. It's literally all good. Just a simple mistake, yah?”

He solemnly nods.
“Go back to your seat, please.”

She stands up straight. I'll rip off her fucking tits.

I bite my cheek as she walks past.

“Have you done your coursework yet?.”

I clench my jaw. Even her perfume is putrid and disgusting.

“No. We all know you haven't. You know, if you spend more time actually focusing rather than just daydreaming about gaming like the incel you are, maybe you'd have a better time.”
“Maybe you wouldn't cry every time you get your results…”

“Ms. Michaels. To your seat. Stop harassing Mr. Vin.”

“Ohmygod!. I'm literally not doing anything!”
She scoffs, “Literally.” She walks away back to her seat.

No. I'll cut her foul tongue off first.

The boy sitting in front of me turns around to me. “Hey,” Vincent Yin, he's a nice guy. “You can copy my answers.” He's whispering.

I shake my head, “I’m okay… Thank you though.”

“Oh,” He seems slightly disappointed, and a little confused but he still turns back around anyway.

The more exams I fail, the harsher the punishments become.

Since becoming Mr. Whitt’s personal fuckdoll, I've failed 2 exams.
I've memorised every single vein on his body.
His little grunts and moans are engraved in my brain. His bedroom wall is my lock screen.

“Alright… So, it seems I have made a mistake on one of your courseworks…” He sighs slightly. He leans against his desk.

They look up.

“Uh… So if you've already completed it… That's fine. But I will re-write the course work. That being said, to those of you who haven't done it, you get an extension.”

Someone raises their hand, “What about the people who did it?.”

“If you've already done it, you would have realised the mistake and you should have told me.”
“If there is a mistake like that in the future, please tell me, before or after class. So I don't get any disruptions like the one Ms.Michaels did.”

He stands up straight, he looks directly at me. He checks his watch, “Mr.Vin, you may leave.”

I hear someone beside me, whisper to another girl beside her, “Why's he always going out early?... Like- he's been going since like- forever.”

2 weeks. Two weeks I've been leaving early to sneak into Mr. Whitts car before everyone else does, so he can drive us back home without anyone noticing.
Driving me back to his house to fuck me raw.

I stand up, collect my things and walk out. I fish his keys from my pocket and sign myself out. I go to the staff car park and get onto his backseat. I lay on the floor.

The lecture room is on the other side of the building.

There are no windows facing the lot. This campus had an incident a few years prior where a student vandalised a teacher's car. It was intentional and 1st degree, so they've moved it so no student knows whose car is whose.
All the teachers and professors here are trash, so it's no surprise they didn't put it back.

It doesn't take long before I hear the driver's seat door open.
I'm wet already.

“Give me the keys.”

I toss them into his lap.

The engine starts and he drives.

“Elijah, did you do the coursework I assigned?”

“No…”

“It's fine. I need to redo it anyway. You won't get punished.”
“Don't be so disappointed, they're many more reasons I could punish you for.”

Erection.

“If you don't do this one, I'll put a chastity cage on you.”
“You need to bring your grades up. Spanking doesn't do much discipline for you.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Right. Come here.”

Once we're past a certain distance, I'm allowed to be in the passenger seat.

His windows are tinted slightly.

This is my favourite part of the day.
I open the glove box. All my toys are in there. Two weeks, me sneaking into his car, and me fucking myself in front of him until he gets so worked up that it’ll make him pound my hole until my brain leaks out of my nose.

I Iift up my shirt and play with my nipples a little. Fondling, pinching… I put some clips so my nipples are clamped tightly.
I moan slightly.

I inhale. I suck a large dildo, about the size of his. I make obnoxious slurping sounds.

“You're so lucky it's still light outside…” But he's breathing heavily.

I moan whilst letting go, a string of saliva connects my mouth to its tip.

“Come on…” I slouch in my seat slightly, I unbutton my trousers. I put my knees beside my chest. I suck my fingers and play with myself.
“I'm wet for you.”
“Can you hear how wet I am, sir?.”

I finger my hole, just enough to hear the sound of me being so fucking horny for him.

The car stops.

“Watch me, daddy.” I rub the dildo around my tight hole. I tease myself.
I haven't even put it in, I'm so wet.

I penetrate my hole with it. It's big. I feel my hole stretch.

“Ah!... Oh fuckk…”
“Ohh- fuck!”
A sharp inhale, I trust my head up.
“Oh daddy fuck me!.”

I thrust the dildo in and out of my sopping wet hole. No lube. Just my lust for Mr. Whitt.

“Can you hear how wet I am for you, daddy?”

I thrust it in deeper, my moans get louder and more lewd.

“Elijah…” He sighs. He's feeling it too.

All you can hear is my hole getting pounded. The slapping sounds, squelching…

“Fuck yourself on the floor.”
“Someone’s looking.”

“Where?...” I'm panting. I sit up and look outside.

“Don't disobey me, slut.”

I get onto the floor, and make myself comfortable. I hold my shins to the bottom of the glove box and fuck myself harder.

I can moan as loud as I want.

My heart is racing.

I masturbate too.

“Elijah!...”
He takes a deep inhale, “We're almost home.”

“Mhh… What're you gonna do to me?.”

“I should punish you for being such a whore.”

“Yeah.” I'm out of breathe
“Do I have your permission to cum, daddy?”

“No.”
“I bought you something you're going to wear when I fuck you. I'm going to handcuff you to the bedframe and spank you until your ass turns red.”

“Mhmmm… What are you going to spank me with?”

“My hand.”

“Mh.” I rub harder.

"Let me cum."

"No. You keep asking... If you cum in my nice, clean car, I'm making you lick it clean."
"I'll punish you until you're sobbing."

I rub quicker.

"I won't fuck you for a week."

I stop.
Right...

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“Strip.” He orders me, I do as he says and he hands me a small bag.

“Is this what you want me to wear?”

“Yes”
“Come on, we don't have all day...”

I turn around and lean on his desk. It’s a very short skirt, and lingerie panties with a garter strap sewn onto it.

“You want me to dress like a sissy?.”

“I don't think you're in a position to deny anything. I've told you several times to bring your grades up, even just studying. I haven't seen you do anything.”

I put the lingerie bottoms on and clip the nylons to the garters.

“Maybe that's my fault too. I've been fucking the intelligence out of you.”

“Ay?...”

“Your brain is fried. Maybe we shouldn't have sex until you actually pass an exam.”

“What!”
“No fucking way.”

“I'm not about to let you fail my class!. ”
“That's an embarrassment in itself...”
“What we’re doing is highly inappropriate, that’s certainly not lost on me. I'm your teacher, not your boyfriend.”

I put a lace bra on too, it's not padded.

“Does this do it for you, daddy?”

“Put the heels on.”

There are small, kitten heels in the bag. I was kinda hoping he would be so worked up seeing me like this, he’d forget.

They're my size at least.

The panties have a slit at the back, “Where did you get these from?.”

“That doesn't matter.”

He just stares at me.

“Do you wanna take a picture?.”

“No and you better not take any photos that indicate we spend any time together… Am I clear?.”

I clench my jaw slightly. “Yes.”
“Are we going to fuck or not?.” I'm getting impatient.

“This is the last time we have sex until I see your grades improving, do I make myself clear?.” He walks towards me.

I wrap my arms around his neck, “Mhmm.” I kiss him, he holds my waist, pulling me up, sitting me on the desk.

Chapter Text

She walks past me and slips a note on my desk. She doesn't look back.

I open it and it has an address on it. Hers, I presume.
And her number.

Is she really that much of a whore or is she just that dense?
Definitely up her own ass.

Mr. Whitt clears his throat, “Mr. Vinn,”

I nod, pack all my things, I slip her note in my pocket discreetly.

Again, I get into the backseat and throw his keys on the driver's seat.

I put her number in my phone and text her.

I hear my phone buzz with her reply when he opens the door.

“Elijah.”

“Mh?”

He picks the keys up and sits down, slamming the door shut.
“You still haven't done what I've asked you to do.”

“I'll do it tonight.”

“I don't care. I asked you to do it two days ago.”

“I forgot.”

“Of course you did.”
“How convenient.”

He starts the engine and drives.

“I'm not joking, Elijah. We're not having sex anymore until you show me something of substance.”

I lick my lips, “Mhm…” I get out my phone and she's sent three messages.

Asking if I wanna come over to study.

“Are you listening to me, slut?!.”

“Yess… I'll get it done.”

“I mean it.”

“Okay.”

I ask her when.

She says tonight. Make sure I bring a condom.
And then she sends a picture of her tits.

“Come here, now.”

I put my phone in my pocket and climb to the front seat.

“Who’re you messaging?.”

“Michelle.”

“Michelle?.”
“What does she want?.”

“To fuck me,”

He doesn't say anything.
“When?”

“Tonight.”

“Are you?”

“Yeah, seeing her cum might make me not be so jealous of her.”

“No”

"I'll fuck her once to gain perspective.” I open the glove box.

He pulls over to the side of the road,
“You're not having sex with her. Am I clear?.”

“Someone's being possessive...”
“She asked me to study with her too.”

He clenches his jaw.

“Didn’t you want me to study more, daddy? Don't let this opportunity go.” I lean into him.
“If you don't want me to study with her, I won't.”

“You won't fuck her?...”

“I promise, daddy.”
“I'll be a good boy and keep it in my pants.” I kiss him softly.

He breathes and drives again.

I touch myself. My cock is wet. I didn't know I had a thing for being someone's possession.
I rub my cock slowly at first.

“Elijah… I told you to get on the floor if you're fucking yourself.”

“I thought you liked watching.”

“Get on the floor.”

Chapter Text

“Take me to a nice restaurant.”

“Mhh… No.”

“What!”

“What if someone sees us?. No.”

I tut and take my legs off his lap, “Whatever.”
“I'll ask someone else then.”

He stifles a laugh, “Who's that?”

“I'll ask Michelle.”

“A girl like that surely has her schedule packed.”

“Then fucking cook me a meal then.”

He takes his glasses off, “Watch yourself.” He stands up.
“Come with me, then.”

I follow him to his kitchen.

He bends down to open his fridge, “Is fillet steak okay?”

“Mhm.”

He clears off his counter and pats it, “Sit and watch me make you a meal.”

I pull myself up and I sit on his counter and I watch him cook a steak.

He splashes some olive oil in a pan, he puts pre-cut sauteed onions in and lets them soften, he pours a little water in. He crunches some garlic and mixes it in, “Do you like mushrooms?”

I shrug, “I don't mind.”

“Okay,” He mumbles, opening his fridge again, pulling out diced mushrooms.

He lets the onions, garlic and the mushrooms cook before putting the pan onto a different hob and getting another.
He puts some oil in this one too.

He gets a bowl too and puts flour and some salt, he unwraps the steak and dumps it in the flour, he makes sure it's all covered before carefully placing it into the pan. He covers it with a lid and lets it cook.

He inhales and turns around to me.
“Are you done complaining now?” He rests his hands beside my hips and leans into me.

I crack a small smile, “No one's cooked for me before.”

“No?”
“None of your hookups ever cooked you a nice breakfast before disappearing?”

I give him the satisfaction of a small chuckle. He hums in response.

He turns back around and opens the lid, a gush of smoke hits his face, he opens the overhead fan.

He picks up a pair of tongs and flips the steak.
He pours the other pan into this new one, it smells much nicer.

“Do you like fraîche?”
“Crème fraîche,”

“Um?”
“I don't know.”

He opens his fridge and pulls out a jar, he twists it open, “Try a bit.”
“It's like cream cheese.”

I dip my pinky in it and taste it.
“Mh…”
“Yeah”

He nods, “Okay.” He puts the pan he cooked the onions in into the sink and pulls out a wok, he fills it halfway with water and sets it on the stove, and waits for it to boil.

Whilst he waits he’s whisking the cream cheese into a small bowl.
He hands me the bowl, “Whisk that for me.”

I beat the cream cheese whilst he adds some thick noodles to the boiling water.

He takes the bowl off my hands and adds some salt and some mustard into it and mix it.

Once everything's cooked, he plates it with the noodles underneath and tops it with the steak sliced and he pours the cream cheese mixture on top of it.

“It's actually served with beef, but I didn't have any.”
“Beef Stroganoff.” He sets it beside me, I jump off, he hands me a knife and fork. “It's Russian.”

“The noodles are nice,” I say, with a mouthful.

“Mh, that's called Pappardelle.”

I nod.
“It's good, thank you…”

“I am sorry we can't go out to eat.”

“It's fine.” I taste the steak.
“This is okay too.”

He kisses me softly.

Chapter Text

“Mh… Come in.” She doesn't seem too happy to see me.

Her house is large. Very… Modern.

“My parents are in the living room, so be quiet.”

She still lives with her parents?.

“Right…” I mutter. She stands aside and lets me in.

It's minimalistic, the complete opposite of Michelle.
Saying that, she's not wearing her usual slut outfits, she's wearing a baggy white shirt with pajama bottoms

She looks tired.

I follow her to the dining table.

“Are we not going to your room?” I whisper.

“No, my parents don't let anyone upstairs.”
“Just in case you steal something.”
“There's cameras, so don't do anything stupid…”

I see one in my peripheral, there's a red dot blinking.
That's scary.

She's completely different than when she's at school. Her hair isn't messily perfect in an updo, her makeup is simple rather than her bold signature blue eyeshadow…

“Did you bring one?.”

I nod.

A small, sly smile creeps onto her tired face, “If you get it all correct, we’ll go get some ice cream.”

“Okay.” I imagine they can hear through the cameras?...
God. That must be exhausting.

I open my bag and pull out a notepad and my laptop.

“Have you done Mr. Whitt’s assignment?”

I shake my head.

She scowls. “Have you done any assignments?”

I shake my head.

“Are you serious?...”

She begrudgingly teaches me through the assignments. It takes 3 hours. I've never been more bored in my life.

“Are you listening?.”

I nod.
“Yes.”

She tenses her eyebrows and leans back.
“Man. Whatever. We're done anyway.”

I huff and stand up.

She clears the table and walks away. I hear her muffled voice, talking in a low tone.

She comes back a moment later, “Stay there. I'm getting a jacket.”

I nod and she leaves.

“Where are you taking my daughter?” An older man leans against a wall, staring daggers at me.

“Uh- ice cream, sir.” I sling my bag over my shoulders.

He nods, knowingly.
“When will you bring her back?.”

“Depends.”

“Depends?.”

“Traffic… how long the line is at the shop.”

He nods again and walks towards me.
“Empty your pockets, please.”

I do. He picks up the condom, “What were you planning on doing with this?.”

“Always good to have protection on hand, sir.”
“Me and your daughter are just friends, I have no intention of violating her like what you're insinuating.”

He leans back and slams the condom back onto the table.
“I don't want her out for more than 3 hours.”

“Yes sir.” I put my things back into my pockets.

He leaves.
She quickly rushes to me, grabs my arm and yanks me out of the door.

“God!” She whispers as soon as the door closes.
“He's such a fucking mightmare.”

“At least they care…”

“Yeah!. A bit too much. Once I get a job, I'm moving the fuck out.” She scoffs.

I open the passenger side door and close it for her.
And I drive to the nearest ice cream parlour.

“I gotta send a pic to my parents to show that I actually got it…” She curses under her breath.
“And then we can fuck. Unzip so I can know if defying my parents is actually worth it.”

I do.

“Oh,”
“Bigger than I was expecting actually.”
“Fine.”
“Drive to a field or something.”

I drive to an open field.

I roll it on and she climbs on top of me, licking a bit of ice cream on the corner of her lips.

She takes her shirt off and pulls my face to her tits whilst rubbing me.

She gently inserts herself and thrusts slowly.

“Don't fucking kiss me. I can't have my parents finding out.”

How would they find out?...

I bring her back home, her dad thanks me and I quickly leave.
He scares the shit out of me.

I drive back to my house.

He opens the door just as I'm walking up the steps. “Hello.”

“Did you get your work done?”

“I did.”

“Get in and show me.”

He steps aside and lets me in.

I put my bag on the table and he picks up my textbook and flips through it.
“Empty your pocket.”
“You know full well which one.”

What the fuck.
“How'd you know I had a–”

“So you've used it.”

“What!”

He digs his hand in my pocket and scoops out all of its contents.
“Where's the condom, Elijah?.”

Ah shit.

“In my car…”

“In your car.”
“So you've had sex with Michelle. The one thing I told you not to do?.”

I purse my lips and look away. He grabs my face and forces it back onto him, “I told you not to have sex with her because she's the type of person to tell all her friends about it.”
“A fucking whore like you... I told you I would help you with the assignments.”
“There was no need to see Michelle.”

“What're you going to do about it?. I've already fucked her brains out.”
“Her fucking tits on my face- she's the raging fucking whore. Not me. She messaged me first y’know–”

He punches the sweat off my face.

I fall on my ass. The punch knocked my lights out for a split second.

“Don't you dare speak about a woman like that ever again.” He stands over me, the light behind him creates a scary silhouette.

I'll be honest, I've never felt hornier.

Chapter Text

“You disobeyed on purpose, didn't you?. You knew I'd punish you.”

He binds my wrists with the fluffy handcuffs instead of the metal ones…

He’s tied a tie over my eyes so tight I can't open them.

“I told you not to go whore yourself out.”
“You've never even had sex with a woman. Why would you think Michelle would be a good first?.” He spanks my ass with his hand.
It stings.

“Keep your fucking legs down.”

“She felt good.” My voice catches.

“Are you trying to piss me off more?.”

“Of course not, daddy–”
“Ugh!…” I whine.

“I suggest you keep your legs still and your mouth shut.”
“Otherwise this night will never end.”

He spanks me until I can't feel my legs.

Until I'm crying.
Until I beg.

“It's too much!” I whine.

“What do you say?.”

“I'm sorry!”
“I'm sorry”
“I'm sorry…”
“I'm really sorry- so please!...”

“I don't think you are.”

“Oh!” I whine, “I am! Please- please daddy! I'm sorry!”
“Please… it hurts!”
“No more…”

I hear him exhale.

“Daddy?...”

He unties the handcuffs and the blindfold.

He hugs me tightly, “Don't do that again. She is not good for you.”

“Okay…”
“I won't… do it again. I'm sorry–”

“Shh.” He kisses my ear.

He gently scratches my scalp.

I rest my body weight onto him, he holds me.

I close my eyes

Chapter Text

“Mr. Vin, please stay behind…” He sighs.

“Someone's in trouble.” Michelle laughs.

She bumps into me as she walks past me.

But this time, I don't feel angry, I feel indifferent. I got what I wanted. Nothing she does will ever annoy me.

She looks ugly orgasming.

I wait until everyone has cleared out of the room and walk to his desk, I hold my jacket in its usual place.

“You failed the assignment.”

“What?”

“The assignment you did with Michelle. You failed.” He stands up.
“Did you really think... She'd actually help you?”

I laugh slightly.

“That's exactly why I told you I'd help you.”
“She just wanted a good fuck.”

“You think I'm a good fuck?”

“Elijah.” He says, sternly.
He walks in front of me, leaning on his desk.

He sighs,

“Sorry, sir. I forgot my bus card…” A student walks in quickly, rushes to their desk and quickly leaves again.

“If you can't respect me, then we're not doing this.”

“Y’know you promised me Michelle would move classes.”

“It's a long process. Are you listening to me?.”

“You won't drop me. You need me.”

He laughs, “How so?.”

“You're just as lonely as I am.”
“I've seen a wedding band on your nights–”

He slaps me.

I laugh lightly as I lose my balance, “No fucking way!.”

“I'm saying this once, so I expect you to listen.” He towers over me.
“You mean nothing to me. I could find another sub just as quick.”
“You aren't special to me.”
“You will never be important to me.”
“You are my student and I am your professor.”
“Get off your high horse, Mr. Vin.”

He means it.

“Have I made myself clear?.”

I nod.

“Go home, Mr. Vin.”

I clench my jaw. “Fuck you.” I turn around and snatch my bag and walk out.

Fuck this shit!.

I order a cab and drive home. My home.

Piece of shit!

He's gonna fucking regret saying that shit. He's gonna be the one on his knees begging.
Fucking piece of shit.

Chapter Text

“Mr. Vin.”

“That was quick.”

He sighs, “Why haven't you been showing up to my lectures?.”

“You think I wanna see you after you dropped me?!.”

“I thought you'd surely put aside your personal feelings and grief for your education.”

“You thought wrong. Get off my damn doorstep. Or I'll slam this door in your face.”

“You will do no such thing.”

“I don't have to do anything you say. Get off my doorstep.”

“You're wasting your tuition. What would your parents think?--”

“GET OFF MY DOORSTEP!” I shriek.

“Don't shout at me. I'm still your professor.”

“Not after school hours you aren't. I won't ask again. I'm calling the police if you do not get out.”

“Elijah.” His voice is stern. He walks up the last remaining steps and pushes me inside. He slams the door shut.

My breathing hitches

He takes a quick look at my apartment and sighs.

He grabs my shirt and forces his lips to mine.
“That's what you want, isn't it?.”
“You've been such a brat lately because I haven't been feeding you.”

“The fuck are you on?!.”
“You do realise you're trespassing!”

“You won't ask me to leave.”

“How are you so sure?!.”

“Because you're desperate for my cock to fuck you again.”
“Be good and I might feed you.”

“Get out.”

“Are you sure that's what you want?”

“You can't just fucking kick me out and drop me then show up months bloody later when it's convenient!.”

“I don't care. You won't deny my cock, you're desperate.”

“What happened to… ‘You’re not important to me, Mr. Vin.’ .” I mock his stupid accent.
“ ‘You’re not special, Mr. Vin’ .”
“ I can find a sub just as quick, Mr. Vin’ .”

He grabs my hair and kisses me again.
“I meant everything I said. You will never be important to me, Mr. Vin. But I do admit, I miss having sex with you and your tight ass.” He lightly holds my ass.

I hold onto his shoulders, “Get out.”
“You seriously think I'm that desperate?.”
“You think I don't have any self respect?!.”

“That's exactly what I think.” He pushes his body onto mine.
“You don't have any self respect when it comes to me.”

He leans more into me, “Do you?.”

Chapter Text

“Bone dry in here, isn't it?... You decorated?”

“If you don't like it- fuck off!...”

“And leave you here all bent out of shape?” He leans in and grabs my hair. He kisses me harshly.
“Do you get paid well at your little café job?”

“I get paid enough.”

“Hm…” I see him take another sneak glance around.
“Mind showing me to your bedroom?”

I exhale. I grab his shirt and drag him to my bedroom.

“Mh…”
“And you wanted me out so badly?”

“Shut the fuck up.”
“You still haven't apologised!”

“There's nothing to apologise for.” He slides his hand down my ass.
“You've been a busy whore, have you?”

“You thought I was gonna sit around waiting?”

He kisses me.
“That dildo hidden between your bed and your bedside table begs to tell a different story.”

“Oh fuck off!”
He corners me to my bed, forcing me to sit. He picks it up, “Fuck yourself with it. I want to see how desperate you've been.”

He strips my clothes off of me. “Go on.”

I lay on my back and fuck myself with it

He jerks me off.

“Ugh…” I groan.

“Fucking yourself with a toy, imitating my cock?.”

“Fuck off.”

“You look like you've lost weight. Have you not been eating?.”

“Fuck off!.” My breath is shaking. I'm trembling.

He yanks the dildo out of my hole, it makes a pop.

“Ugh!” I groan loudly.

He wraps his hands around my neck, “Listen to me, Elijah.” He tightens his grip.

“I don't give a shit!.” My voice is hoarse.

He slaps me hard.

“Are you here to fuck me or kill me?!.”

He fucks me.

He rams his ridiculous sized cock inside my hole. He abuses it.

I hold his wrist. His hands still firmly gripped around my neck.
“You’re going to listen to me.” He says, very sternly.

I have tears welling up in my eyes. I can't fucking breathe!

“You're going back to college.”
“I severely underestimated how petty you are.” He thrusts harsher.

I squeeze my eyes shut.

“Am I clear?.” He squeezes his hand.

I gasp, I nod desperately.

He removes his hand. I cough.

“FUCK YOU!.” I shriek.

“You better shut the fuck up.”

Chapter Text

“Fuck you!- fuck you fuck you fuck you! Fuck you!... Fuck… fuck.”
“Fuck you.”

“Are you done?”

“Fuck you!.”
“I can't fucking stand your fucking face!”

“You can stand my cock though, hm?.”
“Your cock seems to love it.” He wraps his hand around my dick, and I hear wet noises.

I groan, “FUCK!”
“I fucking hate you!...”

“Oh I'm sure.” He thrusts so rough, it's genuinely rattling my brain.

I keep gasping.
“You're gonna fucking!- ugh… you're…”
“Break me!...” I whine.

“You want me to break you?”

I shake my head, “Fuck off! No!” I fling my head up, and stare at him,
“I swear!- I'll kill you!.”

He pulls out suddenly and flips me over onto my stomach, “FUCK!”

He slams himself inside again. I yelp.
“I thoroughly suggest you shut up.” He clamps his hand on my lips.

He's thrusting so deep, It feels like my organs are pushing against each other. I'm going to be sick.

I grip onto the sheets as he goes faster. His grip on my lips gets stronger.

Little whines are lucky to escape his tight grasp.

“Your body certainly missed me.” His hand resumes jerking my cock as fast as he's thrusting.

I grip his wrist. He pulls me up to get better access to my cock. I feel his go in deeper???

He slams my head onto his chest, I can't breathe

“What have you been doing these past couple months?.”
“I wonder…”
“Would I find enough food in your fridge?.”
“Would I find any plates in your sink?.”

He thrusts my cock harsher, “All I'm seeing is a disgusting amount of fast food boxes.”
“Perhaps if you had just come back to me on your knees begging, maybe none of this would be happening.”

“But just admit you've missed me fucking you, Elijah.”

I breathe through my nose, it's unsteady.

“Stop resisting it, Elijah. For fucks sake, just cum.”
“I mean it, stop being stubborn.”

I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head.

“I know it's all built up… let go of your fucking ego for once.”

He slams his cock, rattling my bones.

He rubs roughly on my tip. I shake my head more vigorously.
My heart is in my throat.

“I won't look at your eyes rolling back, I promise.”

Tiny whimpers escape.

“Just a bit more…”

I dig my nails into his skin and scratch him.

“I wouldn't do that, Elijah.” His voice is dead serious.

My whimpers are sobs.

“Let it.”
“If you cum, I'll let you suck my cock.”
“I know how you miss it.” He whispers in my ear.

I shake my head.

“You've been fucking yourself with a dildo, Elijah. You miss it.”
“Have you been with anyone else?”

I breathe.

“No one can satisfy your perverted hole like I do.”
“You didn't even try, did you?.”
“No.”

I give up.

He rubs hard and I cum. I squeal.

I breathe hard out of my nose. He lets go of my lips and I gasp and gasp…

He pulls out and slams me onto my bed. I've lost all feeling in my legs, I fall to my knees.

“Elijah.” He starts

I smack my head on my bedframe and catch my breath.
“fuck you.” I mumble as I exhale.

“Open your mouth.” He grabs my hair and yanks my head up.

I open my mouth and he gently fucks my throat. I hold his thighs for support.

He yanks my head forward and I deepthroat his cock. I choke. He doesn't let up.

“You haven't been sucking your dildo?.”

I slap his thigh.

He thrusts his cock down my throat harder. He changes his grip to the back of my head and slams me forward more forcefully.

Saliva floods my mouth. I dig my nails into his thighs. I feel sick.

“All that work gone down the fucking drain.” I hear his knuckles crack.

I whine.

He pushes my head further, until my nose is touching his skin.

I gag horrendously.

“Don't you fucking dare.”

I feel salvia drip down my chin. I tear up slightly. I cry.

He cums down my throat. I choke, he slaps his hand on my lips, “Swallow it.”

My vision is blurry from crying. I can barely swallow saliva.

Every time I try, I just choke more.

Half of it drips down my face. But I eventually stop choking and swallow.

He slaps me roughly.
“I haven't thought of you once.”

“Lie.” My voice is scratchy.

“Is it?.” He crouches down to my level

“Why are you here?.” My voice squeaks.

“Because I missed you”

“You got bored of whoever you were stringing along–” He slaps me.

“I missed you.” He grabs my hair and he kisses my semen-covered lips.

“You couldn't miss me sooner?..."

“I have options, Elijah.”
“You're replaceable.”

I cry.
“That's hurtful…” I mutter.

“Elijah. Say you love me right now.”

I sniffle, “I love you.”

He slaps me.

I whine loudly, “Stop–”

“Who told you to fall in love with me?.” He grabs my face, his grip is too tight. It hurts.
“I'm your professor.”
“This was just a quick fling, you fucking loser.”

I'm sobbing.
I shake my head in a desperate attempt to wake up from this nightmare.

I gasp a wailing sob.
“Stop it!” I whine.

“Did you seriously think we’d be in a relationship?.”
“Are you that delusional?”

I'm a sobbing mess.
“Stop…”

He slams my body back onto the floor. He stands up, “Don't bother coming back to class if you can't keep your feelings separate.”

He leaves. He fucking leaves

I hear my front door slam a moment later.

Chapter Text

I march into his office. It's the end of the school day, everyone has gone home.

I sniffle. “What the fuck is your problem?!” I wail.

He sits upright, “Elijah.” He's surprised, but he composes himself quickly.

“You’re such a dick!” I sob. I cower over myself and wipe my eyes.

“Close the door.” He stands up, sighing.

“Hear me!–”

“Close. The door.”

I slam it shut.

I inhale deeply, “Prick!”
“You think you can fucking walk into my house like that?!- and- and fucking leave?!.”

“Breathe for a second and then we’ll talk like adults.”

I slam my fist into the cabinet by his desk. He grabs my face and slams my body into the wall beside it.
“You need to calm down. You’re being too loud.” His jaw tightens.
He's tall and brooding…

“I hate you!”
“You fucking ruined me!.” I sob.

“You ruined yourself with your insufferable father issues.”

“I don't!” I cry

“I'm decades older than you, Elijah.”

“And yet you still fucked me!.”
“You’re supposed to know better than to fuck an impressionable young student!...”

“You’re hardly innocent, you filthy whore. Playing your shy rouse whilst jerking off to me.”

He yanks my head back.
“You are not allowed to barge into my office screaming at the top of your lungs.”
“I didn't give you permission. I specifically told you to not come back, didn't I?.”

“Fuck you!.”
“You need to know that–”

He slams my head back into the wall to shut me up. I go deaf for a good second.

“You need to know that I won't tolerate your whining and bitching.”
“Either speak to me like an adult, or be quiet and take the punishment I give you.”
“Do I make myself clear.”

I rattle against him–

“Answer me.”

“Yes!” I whine. I'm completely defenceless.

He yanks me off the wall and slams my face into his desk. Sharp pain courses through my body, I tear up.

I yelp.

“You’ll take what I give you.”
“I gave you orders that you blatantly disobeyed.” He slides down my jeans.

He smacks my ass so hard my nervous system malfunctions.
I can't even get a sound out.

“I trusted you!--”
He slams my head against the desk.
“You ruined me!” I sob.

“Oh shut up.”
“Stop making excuses!”
“YOU DID THIS TO YOURSELF!.” His voice rises.

He slams me around, slamming my back against the edge of the desk. My knees finally buckle and I crash to the floor.

“Learn how to take accountability for your actions.” He kicks me.
“You started this, remember?.”

He slams his shoe into my face. “You realise I'm angry, don't you?.”
“You hide your disgusting erection under your jacket because you can't handle yourself.”

He slams his shoe into the sides of my thigh.
“You’re so fucking disgusting.”

“So I should just kill myself?.” I wail, I gasp in a sob, “Right in front of you, huh?!”
I sniffle, “If I slit my wrist would that make you want me?!.”

He snaps, he grabs my face and slams the back of my head into the edge of the desk.

I gasp. My ears start to ring.
I hear another gasp too, it's not mine.

It's Michelle. He's in her usual get-up but her hair is up and she's holding her laptop to her hip. She's frozen in place.

Neither of us heard the door open.

I sob openly.

He stands up straight. “Michelle.”

“What the fuck?...!” She whisper.

“How l–”

“Since the door closed.” She's more stern. “I was at the library.”
“What… the fuck… is going on?!”

“M–” He steps forward

“BEFORE I TELL THE DEAN!.” She screams.

“You have no proof, Michelle.” He laughs half-heartedly.

She holds up her phone, she has it recorded from when he slammed be against the wall up to this point. She stops the recording just in time for the beating.

“Michelle…” His voice falters.

“What the fuck have you been doing to him?.”

He slumps his shoulders, “Michelle- you don't understand.”
He looks at me, “What's our safeword?”

My breathing hitches.
“Red!”

“BULLSHIT!.” She screeches.

“MICHELLE!.” He shouts. He quickly composes himself.
He clears his throat, “Michelle…”

She stares at me. She sprints down the hall.

“MICHELLE!.” He screams, he runs after her.

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He keeps interrupting her but she's had enough.

The Dean is trying his best to mediate the tension

I see her inhale a large breath, “HE’S FUCKING A STUDENT!.” Her voice bellows and screams.

“Michelle!” The Dean looks offended- “Wait- what?”

She fwips her head around, her eyes find mine. She points, “TELL HIM!.” Again, she screams.

I freeze. His eyes stab my chest. It feels like I'm being crushed.

“TAKE IT!” She holds her phone out but he grabs it and slams it against the floor.

“Mr. Whitt!”

“She was going to show you a fabricated recording.”

“HE’S FUCKING LYING!.”
She inhales, “FUCKING!... ELIJAH!” She screams my name.
“GET YOUR FUCKING HEAD OUT OF YOUR FUCKING ASS!.”

I'm crying. I didn't realise I was crying.
“I don't know!” I cry into my hands.

“Michelle…” The Dean tries to reason.

“HE’S FUUUCKKIINNG HIS FUCKING STUUUDEEENTSSS.” She shouts slowly.
“Why else would he have broken my fucking phone?! HE’S FUCKING GUILTY!”

“Mr. Whitt is a good professor… he wouldn't d–”

“SHUT UP!” She slams her laptop down.
She furiously types on the keyboard.

I see he's getting more agitated. He walks out. He walks past me and several moments later I hear his classroom door slam.

The same recording plays.

My breathing hitches.

The Dean is starting to look at me differently.

Mr. White's door opens several seconds later. He has a duffel bag and he's walking out of the building.

They don't see him.

He's walking away
He's
Walk
Walking
Away
He's walking away!...

“Mr. Vin.”
“You understand this is highly inappropriate.”

“What?!” She defends me.
“HE WAS CLEARLY TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF!”
“HOW ABOUT YOU GO FUCKING INTERROGATE THE MAN WHO JUST WALKED OUT!”

“Michelle…”
“I understand you’re upset, but with a situation like this, we have to see both s–”

“HE WAS GROOMED, YOU FUCK!”

“Michelle!...”

She slams her laptop closed and walks out. She grabs my hand and drags me out.
“I knew you were stupid but seriously?! Come!- On!” Her voice is full of grit.