Office Hours (Closed thread)

[PollySays]

Becky drew a sharp breath as he answered back, realizing he had seen completely into her words. His own held a meaning back to her. One hidden to keep the class from understanding, merely a student frustrated that her answer had received a counter.
A blow to her ego.
A blow to her attempt at defense.
He was showing her the man he really was.

Tom glanced over at her, a curious look on his face as he noticed her current expression. "Hey, it was a good point, I thought. Professor's just been at this a lot longer, y'know?"

"Yeah." A mumbled word. Becky was relieved to see the clock finally click to the last few moments of class, hastily packing up to leave. She didn't bother to look back. Not for Tom. Not for Tourast. Just get out of there.




The rest of her classes were far too short. Time flew too fast. She had hoped, prayed, for a day that could drag past, time that could be wasted and gone for too long inside those little desks. Instead. Hours went by like minutes. Becky's stomach knotting more and more.

He was waiting for her.
She saw him again, from that night. Chained in his basement. The look he gave her.
The way that swinging light, at times, hid his eyes from her behind his glasses. She simply felt his stare, buried under the gleam of the lenses. That solemn look. That tiny smirk he barely let bend his lips.
Someone touched her hand, Becky yelping out loudly. Papers. Papers being passed down the row, simply trying to get her to take them. She nodded slowly, taking them and hastily passing the handful behind her.


She was still in the same building.
The same floor. She knew he was in there, waiting for her. Her eyes raised to the big clock in the main hallway, her lips tightening as it slipped over to 4:59. His office wasn't far, but she was afraid to go in. To even head for that little hallway to his office. the drinking fountain instead, a long slow sip to try and get rid of the dryness of her mouth and throat. She closed her eyes, just letting the water flow against her lips, clutching the metal box tightly and just not wanting to let go.

Taking a deep breath, she finally straightened, trying to shake off the hesitation inside her.
"Miss Ellis!"
She froze, the deep accented voice behind her bringing her to a stop. Professor Rente. "Hello, sir."
"Hello, dear. Here a bit late, aren't you?"
A thin smile tried to come to her lips, realizing how close she was to Tourast's door. It looked to be closed, from here. Maybe he couldn't hear it. Maybe he wouldn't even know. "Yes, sir. A bit. I had- I've got a meeting with Professor Tourast about some of my classwork. Perhaps you could- You would like to sit in on it?"
Sit in.
Be there. Please, please. Come keep me safe from him.

"Ah, I do need to do that at some point in the semester, but not today. Tourast needs to give his approval for that, my dear." He chuckled, reaching out to pat her shoulder as he passed her. "Take care, Miss Ellis. I hope your meeting goes well."

"Thank you, Professor." Her heart sank. She had hoped.
Instead, she drew a breath, taking those last few steps down the hall, reaching up to knock on his door.
It was open.
Just enough.
She choked slightly. He hadn't heard that, had he? A new thought. Rente had made her late.

 

[Bevatoria]

A tentative knock at his door. Past 5:00.

He'd stayed staring out the window. His voice aimed at her, even if his gaze wasn't. "You're late." A statement of fact. No malice or levity in his tone.

"Shut the door." He took a moment's pause as she turned to it. " Lock it." There was something about the click of the latch, about sealing someone in a room, that terrified someone. Like the click of a safety turning off of a gun, a knife flicking open....it was a sound of finality. Of meaning something was going to happen at that moment, in that place. In this room. Even if Adam, still gazing out the window, wasn't fully certain of what that was yet. There were more limits to be pushed, but which ones would those be?

He'd left the bag visible, just off to the side of his desk. Wanted her to see it. To imagine.

"You're not sleeping well, Becky." The hint of the taunting, mocking, commanding voice starting to return, even as his gaze did not; refused to look at her in her pink dress, at her long legs. At the way the dress formed around her body. The way her sandals clicked as she walked. "Bad dreams?" A smirk, his eyes closing as he slowly turned towards her. "Or are you...missing something?[/b] He looked above the brim of his glasses at her, leaning back.

"Something that Tom can't help you with, maybe?"

 

[PollySays]

"I. I'm sorry. Professor Rente-"

He cut her off, Becky stiffening slightly in surprise. She hesitated at the door, slowly turning back around to clutch the handle and push it closed. His added words caused her eyes to close, her finger slipping across the little button and hearing the pop of the door's lock taking place. She shivered, glancing at him over her shoulder before finally starting to turn back around.

Her eyes fell past him. To the bag resting on the floor beside him. Becky's eyes widened, quickly looking back up. Maybe it was a different bag. A lie she didn't buy, given by her own mind. She knew exactly what it was. He dared to bring it into the college with him? Either he was ungodly brave, or simply arrogant. Did he think no one would notice if he used those things here? Now?

It was after hours.
Very few people were still here.
Yes. He probably did.

His words seemed to burn right into her, the student's eyes falling back to the floor. The bag. No, look up. Him. There was no where safe to look! She nervously fidgeted with her dress, unsure of what to say. The dreams comment caused her to glance at him, swallowing at the missing addition.

Tom?

"I don't know what you're talking about," She replied softly, shaking her head. "You know why I can't sleep. I told you. I told you everything you've done." Her voice was wavering, made worse by the look he gave her. "Tom can't help me because I can't tell him. You made me swear not to tell. You threatened me! I haven't said a word. Of course he can't help me." Her voice was more than just a waver, a touch of a cracking sound to it as she tried to get the words out.

 

[Bevatoria]

Adam watched her as she responded to him; her reactions. Yes. Her shiver when she locked the door, her hesitation. The way Becky couldn't look at him, the bag, the desk...anywhere. She was scared. Nearly terrified. The way she played with her dress; stalling, trying to buy time against something she couldn't stop.

"I don't know what you're talking about," She had no idea how right she was.

"Really?"

"You know why I can't sleep. I told you. I told you everything you've done."

"And what have I done?"

"Tom can't help me because I can't tell him. You made me swear not to tell. You threatened me! I haven't said a word. Of course he can't help me."

"Oh, I don't mean with that." Adam started to wonder at this point if the smirk would engrave itself permanently on his face, so he tried to go back to the stern, controlling look that seemed to melt her so effectively as he slowly stood up from his desk. Measuring her, taking her in, as he always did. Letting his eyes roam freely over what he felt was rightly his; letting her see that he was looking her over. "You will not tell him about any of this if you care about your academic career. But I was talking about something more...basic, then that."

He walked towards her, stopping as he reached inside of the bag to grab one item; keeping it behind him, letting her guess what it was. "I'm talking about a primal instinct, Becky." Adam slowly moved behind her, keeping her facing away from him; longing to touch her but knowing he couldn't yet. He needed to build her up again, first, and he deftly pulled out what he had been hiding, putting it in front of Becky's eyes. "Desire."

A black silk blindfold. He pulled it around her; obscuring her vision as he tight it tightly (although not *too* tightly) around her head. "Arms at your sides, Becky." He said gently; force was not always needed in ordering his obedient young student, as he gently ran his fingers down her face. "When one sense is denied, your others get stronger." He gently teased the dress on her shoulder; it was a light, flowery material; he wondered how easily it would float to her feet if he pushed it off of her shoulders, eventually contenting himself by running his hands down her arms, gently squeezing them.

"And like that, if you're given certain other things...pain...denial..." Adam teased the material again at her waist before kneeling below her, spreading her legs as he gripped around her ankles. "...release...." he breathed onto her thighs. "...you still yearn for something else." A little quicker, rubbed up and down her calves, slowly but surely moving upwards towards his goal.

"I saw the way you trembled on Monday, Becky." At her knees now, near the bottom of her thighs. "How you ached." His hands ran under her skirt now, pushing the material aside as he reached his goal; fingers going to her hips. He grasped at something, before getting up to whisper into her ear.

"You wanted to get fucked, Becky." He went back down only long enough to start pulling her panties down her legs. Did she really want it? It didn't matter; it was her mind Adam was trying to muddle now. They had just talked about perception, and all that mattered for Becky was what Adam thought she wanted.

 

[PollySays]

"I haven't, I won't!" Becky stumbled through the words, defensive and frightened as he warned her on saying anything to Tom. Confusion came to her face, listening as he spoke of something more basic Basic? What was he talking about?

She hesitantly glanced down as he reached into his bag, nonchalantly plucking something from its barely opened zipper before walking behind her. Becky was too afraid to move, simply staring ahead, at the drawn curtains of his window. A sudden gasp left her lips as the black cloth was held before her eyes, the single word sending another shudder through her spine as he pulled the cloth against her, tying it behind her head. Her hands started to raise, hastily dropping back down as he spoke.

His hands. A quick breath was drawn through her nose, a stuttered gasp as he drifted them down her arms slowly. She could have sworn she felt every ridge of his fingerprints in the touch of his fingers, every push of his pulse as he drew his hands along her body. His statements were certainly true, leaving her to tremble at just the simple passes of his hands, though made so much more overwhelming as he pressed his palms against her ankles and had her draw her legs apart. The warmth of his breath against her skin called a weak moan to her lips, her teeth quickly grabbing at them to keep further sound.

Desire.
No. She didn't want this. He was trying to twist that confusion she had, that lost feeling she had told him about. He knew what he did, innocent as he tried to play.

He confessed to it, right then. Admitting to seeing her.
No, wait, he was saying it was her that did it!
"That's. That's not. That's not what..." It was hard to get the words out now, his touch making her thoughts impossible. his voice, his breath against her skin.

The blunt words spoken so sharply into her ear. She cringed, whimpered.
God. He was right. Wasn't he? The crying mess she had become on the floor of her room, the night he just. Walked away. Left her there.

She hadn't known what she wanted then.
She didn't even hear her own thoughts at that point. There had been nothing at all in her mind.
Lost, confused, simply pushed by his words. What pulled inside her. Logical thought was gone at that point.

It was going again, now.

Those lingered upon her ears, even as he drifted back down, easing her panties off from beneath her dress. It wasn't until they had fallen to past her knees that she even realized what he was doing, her hands raising slowly to simply pull her arms before her, almost cowering as she stood.

She wanted to say no. To tell him he was wrong.
She couldn't say anything. She wasn't sure. Her mouth simply refused to even try and find proper words, just lingering open and letting the heavy breaths flow between her lips.

Yearning. Trembling, Aching.
Wanting?
She was shaking for him now, quaking under his touch.
Was this want?
His words, his touch. Look what they did to her.
This had to be want.

"Y.Yes. I. I wanted... You just left me." Her voice was soft, weak. "You left me there. I don't know what I wanted. But. But it wasn't that."

 

[Bevatoria]

He forced the flimsy garment past her ankles, and over he shoes before disciplining his young student. He placed them to the side as he stood back up, letting Becky feel him behind her.

"Y.Yes. I. I wanted... You just left me." A weak, frail statement. "You left me there. I don't know what I wanted. But. But it wasn't that."

Adam didn't ignore the statement, even if he didn't respond to it directly. There was one other item to deal with first. "Arms at your sides, Becky." He raised her skirt just enough to expose her bare ass to the room before giving it a little slap. He went back to his bag, letting her linger, standing in his office blindfolded, totally open to his perverted whims. Every little movement, ever squirm seemed to be enhanced by the denial of one of her senses. Adam found his own adrenaline and arousal heightened by watching Becky struggle; not just with the lack of sight, but with the lack of control she had.

He took out his second object, letting her hear him rustle in the bag. "If you don't know what you wanted, Becky..." He took slow, deliberate steps towards her. "...then how do you know that getting fucked wasn't it?" He stopped in front of her, breathing into her forehead as he knelt again. "I think you're lying to me, Becky. And I do hate liars..." He took another look at her legs; they were an under appreciated feature of women and Becky always seemed to choose clothes that flattered them.

He pushed the dildo ever so slightly into her ankle, letting her wonder what it was. Slowly tearing a path up her right calf, before switching to the other one. Adam knew it was cold to the touch, and also knew that Becky would be able to tell that too, and he prodded and poked her skin with the round edge as it continued its path upwards.

It was just on the precipice of he left thigh, and he stopped again, this time placing his hand there to replace it, starting to make slow, small circles getting closer to her center. Back to her right thigh, moving around her leg, not just poking now but often sliding it sideways against her upper legs. Finally, he teased her skirt upwards with it, and then stopped again.

Again, a quick switching of hands as he kept her skirt up. There was no airflow but he could tell by a familiar sight that she'd know that she wasn't hiding much. And much wasn't going to be anything soon he teased the dildo up her left thigh, going slower and slower as he got closer to her sex. He smiled at her reaction to it, stopping just next to her center as he finally spoke.

"Are you sure this isn't what you want?" She'd be able to see his smile even without the blindfold as he poked at her pussy lips with the toy, not pushing it in but teasing her entrance, slowly lining it up straight for a final thrust inside of her. Adam smirked as he tormented the young girl, moving the toy ever which way before getting it ready for what it was made for, letting her sense it, anticipate it...

...before pulling it out entirely.

 

[PollySays]

Her arms! She had forgotten, quickly pushing them back down, a tiny squeal coming as he pushed her dress up and quickly spanked her exposed ass. Not hard enough to cause a terrible pain, but certainly one made far more noticeable with the covered eyes.

Professor moved. She could feel the slight breeze as he passed by her, the sound of his shoes softly against the floor in that short distance. The further unzip of his bag, the motion of the fabric as he searched for something. The cover kept her eyes from seeing, but they still fell closed, staying that way as she drew a breath, letting it out slowly. Her body shifted, anticipating, fearing. She knew that bag, but not everything inside it. Only that she did not like that bag.

He was coming back. Had he just been taunting her? Knowing that sound would scare her? His words bore into her ears, adding to the confusion inside her. Was it? No. Maybe? There was no maybe about something like that. He was right in front of her, right before her. She could smell him, his cologne. Feel him, heavy breath upon her brow.

Too close.
He was far too close.
She was shaking.

As he dropped, she shook her head. "No. I'm not, I I'm not! I just don't- Ah-" What was he doing? What was that? Something against her leg, something inching up, guided by his hand. Her mind raced, trying to figure it out, to recognize it. No longer simply his touch. Cold, teasing. She felt her breath growing heavier, the rise and fall of her own chest. "Professor," She whimpered out softly, a tiny moan following as the coolness was replaced with warmth. His hand. She knew that one. Rubbing, testing, and guiding along her skin. Against trembling thighs, parted for him.

It was back. Cool and terribly torturous, easing its way up her legs. Close enough to feel it against her sex, but not enough to cause anything more. Only to create tremors in her stomach, a tensing of her body, tiny sounds that had no full definition.

There was a way in his words. Questioning her with more than just the question's open statement. Her lips stayed opened slightly, a quick jerk and gasp given as he drew it closer still, dragged along her pleading pussy. She was quite aware of what it was now. The rounded tip gliding against her wetness, the eagerness that flowed from her. It rubbed that want against her, reminding her of what it had caused, what he had caused. He readied her for it, for what he could do with it.

Becky curled her lips together, her fingers tensing. Try to hold back the sounds, the whines, the desperate want to beg.

That was lost completely as he suddenly pulled it away, leaving her painted in her own longing, another high tiny cry of frustration.

He had asked. Asked if she was sure.
"It. It is. It is, Sir, please. It is. It. You." The words spilled out of her lips, a tumbled mess of begs and confessions, so close to tears behind that sash. "I had then, I do now. I want it, I do!"

 

[Bevatoria]

His lips curled upwards as he watched Becky pant and twitch at his motions, crying as he pulled the dildo out of her. Adam saw her wetness against it, standing up as she tried to ask him, beg him to change his mind, to change her mind. She'd changed her answer to his question, or at least was now willing to vocalize it, her tone pleading, begging, demanding from him. Her body shaking, breasts heaving under her dress as she tried to answer him.

"It. It is. It is, Sir, please. It is. It. You." Her words were barely coherent, not forming any kind of pattern or recognizable sentence, even if it was fully obvious what it was she meant. "I had then, I do now. I want it, I do!" Adam teased her sex with it again, waiting till she moved the barest inches towards it before pulling it away again, her need and want starting a raging fire with him. This was physical torture of a different kind; not the pain he'd inflicted on her in his basement, but denial. Creating a need for something, and then holding it back.

He wasn't sure he'd give it to her now. But Adam was sure that he'd push her as far as he could; the torment she was experiencing now was not nearly enough to sate him, for his desire to push her. He poked the object against her face, near her lips; letting her taste herself on it. Adam loved watching her breathe, gasp, and react. To see her with new sensations and feelings, going through things her body had never been put through before.

He moved the metal object down her chin, her neck. Into the valley between her breasts; pushing the material of her dress further out. God, he loved her taste in clothes, and how they flattered her form. He ran the cold metal over her nipples, his other hand reaching behind her dress, undoing the final obstruction to what he wanted. What he always wanted. What he always demanded whenever she submitted to him. Whenever she went along with his twisted, perverted games.

"Arms up." he whispered as his hands went to the hem of her dress, and started to pull it up her body.

 

[PollySays]

He was driving her insane. Purposely driving her mad, she realized, a thought given confirmation as he ran the toy ever closer to her aching sex. A quiver ran through her, a buckling to her legs, a whimper to her throat as she started to raise her arms, her fingers clenching together. He drew away quickly, as did her hands, a heavy groan of frustration leaving her as she did so.

She didn't feel it anymore. Had he put it away? Where was he?

A touch. To her lips. Her mouth opened ever so slightly, her tongue flicking out against it. The toy. He brought it up to her, had her taste what it had found. The proof of her arousal from his actions. The proof he had wanted from her. Her breaths came heavy as he pulled it away, gasping for breath, the softest of sounds leaving her lips. Her shivers grew even more as he ran it against her skin, directing a path down her, as though plotting a route he intended for later. Marking her, planning like a lesson against her skin. The toy took its path down her, its touch pushing a gentle whimper to her lips as it teased against her breasts, even as he reached around her.

She felt the zipper slowly pull down her spine, the fabric holding against her breasts, against her waist loosening with his efforts. Becky's breath caught in her throat, stiffening slightly as he worked his hands against the fabric, easing down to lift it up from her body. The simple words seemed so loud, Becky's hands slowly raising up over her head. Her shivers were returning even more now, her throat tightening as she swallowed and waited for him to draw it up over head.

Goodbye to her chiffon and ruffles, flowers and lace.
Left to his hands and his eyes, her own blocked by his words and his silk.

 

[Bevatoria]

Adam slowly pulled the light fabric, stopping only to make sure he got her bra as well. With the zipper undone, it was wide enough not to catch the blindfold on the way up. He gently tossed her clothes aside; leaving them in a neat pile. Seeing her naked, vulnerable, heaving before him, heightened his adrenaline; he couldn't resist.

*Spank*

*Spank*

Adam didn't want to hurt her. He only did it because he could hurt her, to take advantage of what he had. Because he longed for her. Only his desire to destroy her inhibitions kept his own at bay. Still holding the toy in one hand, he gently encircled her, rolling a nipple briefly with his fingers. Her shivering, moaning, every noise....he was obsessed with her. The mix of looking like his wife, being afraid of him, being sensual, the way she dressed...it was consuming his every thought. Especially now, gently breathing against the back of her neck.

He laced his hand through her hair, pulling her towards where his desk was clear. He seated her on it, placing the toy beside her for the moment while gently forcing her to her back. Adam's lust overtook him as he leaned into her, placing her hands on her thighs as he suckled her left breast; yearning for the taste of her skin, her body. "Perfect." He said before tasting her other breast, his idle hands travelling to her other breast, her sex. Desperate, wanting hands as he twisted and rolled her breast in her hand. Roughly fingering her sex, biting the nipple that seemed to harden in his mouth.

He persisted in his using of her splayed body on his desk for another minute, before pulling away entirely, feeling her movements with him as he grabbed the abandoned toy. Adam looked at her with pure lust, wishing she could see his eyes as he placed it in her hands, moving them between her legs as he leaned over her, his shirt and pants rubbing her in places. His lips were as close to hers as they could be without kissing her as he whispered:

"Use it on yourself."

 

[PollySays]

Becky's gasp at the first strike of his hand had an extra sound with it, a quick cry of shock at the sudden sting left from it. A mirrored version to the opposite side of her ass, leaving the redhead trembling even more. His touch, that toy's touch. Expected yet still taking her by surprise, each pass of it against her skin, her openly exposed breasts, nipples teased to erect by its drag against the sensitive pink flesh. Her whimpers were no longer tiny muted things, but deeply drawn pleas without words. His fingers found those pushed pebbles on her breasts, grabbing firmly between fingertips, creating a heavy cry from his pupil. Becky's knees felt so weak now. The things, all the things, the terrible thoughts and desires this man put to her mind!
"Professor-!" Her voice was trembling, a moan following his title.

A grasp upon her hair, a rough guidance to his desk, Becky's thighs finding the edge as he pushed her up onto it. Brought to lay, to be displayed before him, shaking and squirming, feeling his breath upon her skin as he leaned over her. Heavy warmth, moist upon her breast. She cried out as he toyed with her nipple, drawn into his mouth with heavy sucks and teases, her body twisting on the desk. It felt too good, horribly incredible. She wasn't supposed to like this, she knew that! Why did her body not listen? His growled single word hit her ears as he restarted, a hand drifting down as the other treated the opposing breast to similar events as that captured by his mouth.

The rogue hand. It-
"Ohh!" Becky's hips rose from the wood, her cry high and loud as he stroked his digits within her. She wanted to scream at him to stop, to leave her be, just stop, stop.

But his words, accusations, observations.
They had all been right.
She hated herself for it, but. But she truly did want this. Him.
Didn't she?

He stopped. Becky choked for air, gasping heavily upon his desk. His weight slid over her, his toy guided to her hand, her hand guided to her wanting pussy. Just the feel of it pressing against her. It left her needing.

Then his words, soft yet so firm. Demanding in gentleness.
She whimpered, easing the dildo past her hungered lips, moaning as the toy was caressed by her eager inner walls. Slowly, her legs spread more, drawing it back lightly. A gentle rhythm.
Becky used it. Fucked herself slowly with his toy, a lude display of sexual need writhing upon his desk, whimpering and groaning.

 

[Bevatoria]

Adam gazed on in wonder, pulling back slowly as his young student obeyed. He listened intently as a mewl escaped her while she eased the object into her center, opening herself in need for it. Her body trembled against it as she slowly moved it in and out of her, noises of pleasure escaping her mouth. Her professor held back; one hand pushing her thighs further apart in wanton lust. She was hiding nothing from him, not unwilling in any way, and still he demanded more from her. A lone finger, starting from her center, tracing a path up the center of her body; just to see how her body's reaction would change under her need.

It wasn't enough. "More. Harder." hissed Adam, as if the two words were not one in her using of the object inside of her. He studied her carefully, taking in every detail of her body's movements and arousal, trying to ascertain where she was from her writhing, her gasping, the way she heaved when she breathed. The heat on her skin. The way she moaned when he touched him; he gently mauled a breast. Adam felt his own hardness, how it was affected by the sight of her in front of him, pleasuring herself at his demand.

He waited. Watched her get closer, and closer, towards the height she craved. The one she yearned for; the one she'd asked, begged for from him. The one he'd taken her to before, unwillingly, in the confines of his basement, chained in front of him. The one he would deny from her, soon enough.

As her movements and noises became more and more urgent, he fought not to get lost in it, to avoid the ending that this would be building towards. It was the only place left to go, and while Adam would go there in his office, he did not want to. Not yet.

He still had so much to teach her.

Another moment of watching the crude display on his desk. His own hand joined hers in urgent want, pushing her closer and closer as he leaned over her. He was in between her, looming over her even as she could see nothing, one hand to hold himself up while the other helped hers with the toy, bringing her to the brink...

...and then yanking her back. He pulled the toy out of her, using one strong hand to pin both of her wrists - and his instrument - above her head.

 

[PollySays]

Her cries strengthened as her teacher touched her, the simple trail of his finger lighting a deeper fire within her that frightened her. He was too close. Close like he had been that night. Each of his nights with her so far. Nights that haunted her, left her wanting and confused. And here he was, doing it to her once more. Too close. Pressed between her thighs, trailing up her body, leaning against her as he demanded more from her. Becky's lips parted at that, a sharp squeal leaving them as she forced the toy to take his commands. Her hips tried to leave the desk, her head shaking slowly as she moaned out.

His hands refused to stop. Everywhere against her, grasping and clutching, clawing and claiming. Becky howled out as he grasped her breast, the dildo he commanded her to clutch halting briefly as she writhed upon his desk. Panting and whimpering, her body no longer listening to her mind. It was his. Everything he demanded, forced upon it. She was merely a puppet to him now.

"Aaah!" Her voice seemed so loud to her as she shrieked out, the toy burying within her once more, driving the sounds from her as she moaned and shivered. His eyes upon her made it so much worse. Her own stayed closed, but she felt his stare. Felt his heavy breath as he watched. That thought simply added to it, the girl's cheeks red and heated, both overtaken in her rising orgasm and the embarassment of being gazed upon this way.

She was sweating. She felt the beads upon her skin, brought about by him, the efforts he forced her into. Becky's body simply couldn't take much more of this. Her pants grew louder, squeals and whimpers, rocking hips to find relief.

Stolen away.
He forced her hand, his toy, away.
Becky groaned deeply in frustration, a hard sound torn from her throat as she writhed and flailed, hips seeking anything to make this better.

She didn't need to see his face to even guess the expression. She felt him over her, her panted breaths seeming against him, his own against her. She trembled still, the tiny whimpers still there. "Professor- Please, god, please, not again, don't do this to me again," she begged weakly, shaking upon his desk, shifting and rocking. For him.
She needed it.
She hated to realize it.
"I need you, sir. Please," she choked out, still clutching that toy tightly.

 

[Bevatoria]

His student was not happy about being denied release. Her wail of desperation came from deep within her, her limps thrashing and hip thrusting wantonly, as if her body could force back what had been taken away. Adam basked in it, her obvious desire, her skin glistening with her sweat and perspiration. "Professor- Please, god, please, not again, don't do this to me again," She was pleading, begging, asking for anything but to have a sweet gift flaunted in front of her and then pulled away.

Adam leaned in slowly, breathing on her ear. "Say it." He grip tensed above her head as she choked out her answer.

"I need you, sir. Please."

She'd said she wanted him. Admitted she needed him. Had degraded herself more and more at his command, submitted to his every perverted whim and indulgence...and as he looked her over, weighing his desires against the need for restraint...to say nothing of discretion. They were mostly alone on this level, but even with a locked door one could never take chances. Adam risked discovery by more then just a mere pizza delivery boy here; for the moment, it was enough for Becky that this area was in her mind as one of confusion and arousal. It was close, so close....

With some effort, Adam pulled the toy away from her entirely, leaving it on his desk, keeping her wrists above her head. A lone finger teased near her sex, and he took a moment to toy with her there, letting her writhe before he spread her legs further, letting her anticipate it even as he unbuckled his belt, letting her hearing and sense of touch try to predict what her eyes could not, another betrayal of herself.

"No." Refastening his belt, he moved beside her to guide Becky to her feet, quickly pulling her back against him; letting his length press through his pants into her ass, the sleeves of his shirt rubbing against her torso. Adam took a moment to enjoy the feel of her naked body against his fully clothed one, delighting in the control he had before continuing.

"But if you do everything I ask...." A ridiculous statement, as Becky had willingly destroyed every boundary he'd set for her so far. Yet still the testing, teasing one as his hand went slowly towards it's familiar resting spot near her mound. "...I'll give you what you crave." He rested his hand across her body at her hip; his other playing with her breast as if it was something he could do at his will. His voice stayed low unnecessarily as he continued.

"First, we need to deal with your boyfriend with regards to what he's done for you; he'll be wanting to know if you talked to me." Which, if he knew exactly what had gone on, he would want no thanks for, but Adam didn't dwell on that. "You should go out with him on Thursday, since you haven't been feeling well." It wasn't as if Adam had unobstructed access to Becky's life, but everything he'd seen from them in class told him what he thought he needed to know. "And the you should...thank him." His grip around her breast hardened for a moment. "The way you thanked me for giving you your five dollars back last night." Adam knew now it would not be enough for him to change her; in doing so, he would want to warp the very relationships she tried to build, molding them into instruments of his liking.

And to do that, her boyfriend would need to start thinking of her in a certain way...

 

[PollySays]

He was too quiet after making that demand, her response. It frightened her, Becky's breaths heavy and stifled with soft sobs, tiny whimpers. Why didn't he say anything? Why didn't he even move? He was debating, thinking, plotting. It scared her even more.

The toy was torn from her hand. Becky bit back the cry from that, her fingers flexing for the missing thing as he clutched her wrists. Bring it back, bring it back, let it meet again, bring it back.

He touched her. Not directly at the place of her need, but enough to send the spark that drove into it. She gasped out with that, her back rising from the desk instantaneously. More touchings, more spreading. Her legs moved wide enough to allow him further room, to let him nestle his hips between her parted thighs. Her breaths were sporadic now, insanely drawn, wild and random, much like her body's motions that she tried to contain.

His belt. She heard the jingle of its clasp, the sound of it being worked open. He was. He was going to. Her chest was raging at this, heavy pants and deep whimpers.
Don't.
Oh god, please do.
So much fear from it. He tortured her with threats of forcing upon her. With threats of not giving it to her. Her mind versus her body. The part that didn't want, the part that did. Either way, she was left begging, pleading.
Too confusing. He was making her go mad.

The simple word uttered from his lips brought a groan from her own, stumbling as he pulled her to her feet. He grasped her, held her. Let her feel what she had almost had. She was still breathing far too hard, wanting to touch him and yank away all at the same time.

She listened as he ran his hands against her, exploring her skin as his words flowed into her ear in the deep whisper. Her eyes stayed closed even behind the fabric, her lips trembling as he held her. She listened. She tried to take it all in, tiny gasps given as he toyed with her breast. Listen and comply.

A date? With Tom? Why did that even matter to him? She nodded slowly, although confusion stayed with her. His grasp brought a sharp little cry to her lips, rocking back against him as he made his request, explaining it a bit more.

She wanted him to. To play with Tom. To suck him off as she had him, that night.
They had barely even kissed. A quick peck on the lips was the farthest they had even gotten. He was such a shy thing, so surprising for her. She thought all college guys were. Were like Professor, right this moment.

But she nodded. A quick, complying nod to make him stop.

 

[Bevatoria]

Her nod barely moved him, and Adam couldn't resist a couple more taunts. "I'm grateful you'll find it so easy to let someone who didn't know you two weeks ago see your entire body as you suck him off..." Adam slapped Becky's ass just to hear her again. "Every man should have a girl like you, so willing and submissive..." It was a strange thing, to be controlling her life without reaching his hands everywhere into it; to know that simply looming over everything someone did was enough. He finally pulled his hands off of her, taking a quick look around the room before he went back to his bag. "On Friday, you will come to class appropriately dressed...with the addition of one item that I will be putting into your purse." He didn't mean her bra and panties which he was stuffing in there right now; and he knew that she would know that. The object he wanted her to wear - well, put inside of her - was foreign, and embarassingly enough, pink. But it's small cylndrical shape would make it's purpose clear, even if its remote stayed in his hands. "You will wear it for the duration of my class or face punishment."

Her time in darkness was about to end as Adam reached for her dress, taking a moment to admire her naked body for the last time today as he continued, pulling the blindfold off of her as he did. "Whether you choose to meet Tom again or not is up to you, but after your meal I will expect you at my house sometime during the evening to return my item to me." The one he was forcing her to put inside of her for his class. Even as he saw her return to something resembling normal, he couldn't resist one last tease of her thighs. "If you do these things to my satisfaction, then I could be convinced to give you what you crave...."

Her dress held in his hand, and he couldn't resist one last tormenting of his student as he brushed it against her; let her feel the coverings he was denying her until she pushed herself further and further down for him; the thrill of making her do more and more embarrassing things like a drug, still refusing to let go of her dress even as she obeyed him. "Becky." Adam didn't think about the consequences, about any of the implications of what he was saying as he continued on. "Say yes, professor." It was a title she'd used on him already, and the more he heard it, the more he loved the ring of it, the more he wanted to be the only person she ever said that for. The more he wanted to warp the title, what it meant to her, what it brought out in her. "Say it, and you can put your dress on."

Adam wanted her to think of her professor and to tremble, in fear and in want, with conflicting emotions and thoughts that refused to reconcile. He stared at her, over his glasses, demanding her answer.

 

[PollySays]

Her eyes were locked closed beneath the cloth as he spoke, the playful tone to his voice only building the anger and hurt inside her. The sudden sting of his hand against her ass made her jump, a tiny yelp leaving her lips, a whimper at his words on her being so compliant to him.

He finally let go. Becky's body relaxed, somewhat. Hearing him moving still, however, wouldn't let that calm stay too long. If he wasn't touching her, she didn't know where he was. What he was doing. Fetching something new to drive her mad? Leaving her alone like he had done before?

He spoke. She stiffened, her hands gently running her fingers against the sides of her hips, nervous with his expectations. Dress for him again next class. Wear what he was. Giving her.
That frightened her even more.
Wear it or be punished. What exactly did he mean by punish? She wasn't sure if she wanted to find that out.

The cloth was soon gone, Becky narrowing her eyes slightly at the brightness of his room and blinking a few times at first, still hearing him as he spoke. Her eyes readjusted, she looked over to him, hesitant on the idea of being able to go out with Tom again after what he expected of her tomorrow night. Come to his house? She shivered at the idea of it, the mere mention of his home reminding her of the events of his basement. How frightened and confused she had been in that place. Everything he had done to her.

His fingers ran against her thigh, teasing against her skin. She whimpered weakly, drawing in a sharp breath and biting her lips inward. His smirk. His expression. His words.

Craved? No. No, she didn't crave that. She didn't. He had. Placed the seed in her mind. Made her body think it needed it. This was his fault, his doing!

He had her dress. She just wanted it back, to get out of here, to get back to her room and just shower. Shower and sit in the tub, wash away all the thoughts and feelings he had left upon her. He dragged the fabric against her skin, the softness of it brushing over her as he guided it along. She glanced away, shuddering softly and letting her eyes drift closed for a moment. They reopened as he spoke her name.

A mere glance at him.
His request.
Her eyes widened, looking back to the dress, then to him. "What...?," she whispered out, her fingers pushing her nails into her skin as he restated it, staring at her. Demanding it both with his words and his expression.

She drew a breath, her voice trembling as she finally let the words free. "Yes. Yes, Professor. I understand."

her stomach was a giant knot. She felt ill once again.

 

[Bevatoria]

Adam watched her as she battled some unseen dilemma within her; whether to continue down the treacherous path she was walking, subverting herself further and further to someone who had made it clear he had no conscience about using her as she wished. Even as he felt his own longings within him, he reined them in as he watched her. To take her now, as they both wanted, might break the harmony of what he was trying to set up. "Yes. Yes, Professor. I understand." she finally responded. As far as he was pushing her, Adam didn't want to break Becky. Merely bend her further and further until she would be molded into whatever he wanted.

He handed the dress to her; no words necessary as he watched her cover herself, handing her the purse which now contained her underwear, and the small pink vibrator he'd entrusted her with. Becky was still sensual and demure as she covered herself; as if those were traits and gifts she embodied without trying. She moved as if the man with her had not seen her naked, had not forced or tormented her to places she'd never been over the past week and a half. He wondered where that strength came from, and admired it, even as she was clearly out of sorts with what had been done to her.

Just like Catherine...looking strong in adversity...

The thought brought out another surge of anger in him and Adam couldn't help but break the mood, grabbing her arm harder then necessary on her way out, leaning in to whisper harshly in her ear. "I'll know if you disobey me, Becky."

A ridiculous statement. It went without saying he'd know if she didn't wear the proper attire and his 'item' to class, or if she didn't show up at his house on Friday night. But how could he possibly know if she didn't service her not-really boyfriend, Tom? It wasn't as if he had cameras everywhere, or minions strategically placed throughout the University's hierarchy. To say nothing of being in any kind of league with Tom; the student was clearly a good man who had been placed in a regrettable situation.

But Adam knew perception meant more then reality in some cases. Becky had told him last night that he was 'everywhere'. Obviously, he wasn't, but if he was in her head then that was enough. He didn't bother hiding his leer as he watched Becky leave, her skirt swaying temptingly over her bare ass.

Maybe I should have just fucked her here.

******************

Thursday passed with ever growing thoughts of Becky, especially during the evening when Adam wondered if she'd managed to service Tom like he'd asked. He was a good man, Adam knew, and likely wouldn't give up on Becky just because she seemed as easy - or easier - then the sluts parading around campus every day.

Not that it would change his status as a pawn in Adam's game. The one today would be manipulation, a game usually played from the front of the room. Today, though, Adam would not be at his usual spot, as it was time for a guest lecturer.

A short, no-nonsense middle aged woman stood at the front of the room. She had short black hair, dark skin, and an expression that said 'don't mess with me' on her face. Luckily, Adam's welcoming smile contrasted with that as his students filled the room. He began quickly.

"Ladies and Gentleman, I'd like you all to welcome Sophie Kenadway to our class today." The enthusiasm in his voice was not faked, as it was a privilege to get anyone from either political party to lecture at the university; Sophie had been a member of congress for three terms. "She will be talking about her experiences in congress, and the political process....and you *will* be expected to ask questions." He smirked, knowing that certain members of the class would be expecting the lame joke at this point. "Although maybe not as many as the media used to."

He'd already laid his jacket on a seat set aside in the front of the room; he motioned to Sophie to begin as he sat down, crossing his ankle above his knee and leaning back. As he did, he reached into his pocket for the control hidden there, making a subtle movement. He heard the slightest of 'clicks' indicating he'd turned something on.

Something which would be turning someone on, hopefully.

 

[PollySays]

Becky hastily yanked her dress back from his hand, avoiding looking at him as she slipped it back on over her head and redid the few buttons. Her purse given to her as well, which she simply tucked under her arm. Her gaze refused to leave the floor, never looking much higher than his knees. Looking at him felt so. Strange. So wrong. So frightening.

This was the closest so far.
The closest to him actually.
Him actually doing.
That.

She finally looked back up, but not at him. Her head stayed forward, but her gaze fell off to the side of his room. To the pictures upon his wall. Anywhere but to him. "Good night, Professor." There was a soft curtness to her voice, broken with the sharp gasp as he yanked her arm back to him.

Becky had to look at him. Her eyes wide, scared as he growled into her ear. That he would know. She drew a sharp breath, letting it out in ragged puffs. When he finally let go, she looked back at his eyes, the dead stare set behind his glasses. Her lips tightened together, grasping her purse a bit tighter and returning in her path for the door.

She could feel him stare. She felt like it was there the entire walk back to her dorm.

She refused to open her purse that night, not even to fetch the undergarments he had stuffed back into it. She didn't want to see the 'gift' he had left for her. Whatever it was, it was not going to be a welcomed thing, she was certain of that.

Instead, she worried on the day to come. His expectations of her night out with Tom. The guy had only known her for a week and a half, and seemed such a demure fellow. He hadn't even tried for a kiss over the last week, barely taking to holding her hand in the halls. To do that was going to be. Horrifying.


Classes seemed to drag by. Dread filled her as the day went on, Becky finally meeting with him in the cafeteria Thursday afternoon and offering to take him out for dinner that night. A smile was on his face in seconds, more than happy to take her offer. "I hope you don't mind just a stop at Denny's. I'm a bit. Broke."

"As long as we can go out, that's all that matters. Besides, I love a good Moons over My Hammy." He smiled again. "I'll see you at 6."

Becky tried her hardest to give an affirming nod to that.

He showed up exactly at 6, his own older Saturn waiting for her out front as she came out. No new clothing for the night, just a pair of jeans and a little white tee. The dinner went by far faster than she had hoped, leaving them to the car once again by 7:30. He offered to take them over to the lake for a view over the waters, watching the sunset. His arm about her shoulders was nice, but also reminded her heavily of Professor's expectations of her. She closed her eyes, drawing another slow breath. "Tom?"
"Yeah?"
"Hold still." She started to lean over the seat, her hands already working to undo his jeans.
"Becky?! What the HELL?!"

By the time he was even trying to push her away, Becky's ass was high in the passenger seat, her head buried upon his lap, her mouth engulfing Tom's semi erect cock. Her eyes were tightly closed, trying to hold back her tears. She hadn't wanted things to go like this.

"Becky, get the hell off! Becky! I- Oh my god. Becky. I. Oh." His horror seemed to flow off, Tom simply settling back in his seat and groaning. "God, Becky. What got into you? Oh. Oh!"

He was quick. Becky wondered if perhaps Tom was a virgin. It took barely a few minutes before he was cumming, his hands hesitantly resting, simply tapping at places against her head, along her ears, finally resting atop her crown as he thrust up into her lips. She swallowed down everything that came from him, feeling him buck still against her mouth and finally drawing away as he slowed.

Neither of them said a word. Tom simply stared out the windshield, Becky out the passenger's side as she played with her lips.

"I should. Take you back."
She was quiet for a few moments after that. "Yeah. Maybe." Her voice was soft, regretful.

The drive was silent, no further words exchanged until they approached the dorms. Tom finally glanced over, a look of something building upon his features as he mulled over his words. "About. That. Becky, I really like you, but that's not why I'm seeing you."
"That's why any guy sees any girl, isn't it?" She shook her head, getting out and running to the door.
Once again, another sleepless night.

The alarm went off, but Becky was once again already up before it sounded. Her shower taken, she headed to the closet, hesitating as she looked over the dresses still lining it. She didn't have very many left. A little white and black dot dress, a blue and pink flower dress, and a pink roses and black slip dress. Rubbing her cheek, she finally grabbed the last of the row, the little pink thing, and slipped it on over her black bra and panties. Pulling on a pair of little black boots that set right above her ankles, she paused as she glanced at her purse. Taking a deep breath, she reached over for it, closing her eyes as she opened it up. She really didn't want to see what was in there. Reaching in, she found the odd little cylinder, her thighs pressing together as she realized what it was. "He's insane," She whispered, shaking her head. There was no way she was wearing that. Thing! She stuffed it back into her bag, yanking out the old undergarments and tossing them onto her bed.

She glanced to her clock. She was already running late. With a heavy disheartened sigh, she picked up her books, heading out for her class. That little thing was still in her purse, the thing she refused so heavily to put where he demanded. She had ideas on what he intended with it. There was no way she was going to let him toy with her in class like that!

But why was she getting more and more afraid, the closer she got to his class?

She hesitated in the hall, looking around as other students filtered past her. The nervous run of her fingers passed against the fabric of her dress, peeking around once more before drawing a heavy sigh. His warning of the other day. That he would know. If he did. Whatever he was going to. And she wasn't wearing it, what would he do? The fear of that alone sent a shudder through her, starting towards the restroom slowly. Maybe she should just do it. Just put it in like he requested, do what he wanted.

"Becky!"
Her purse nearly fell from her arm as one of the other girls from her class called out to her, grabbing her arm and pulling her away from the door. "What're you doing? We're going to be late! C'mon! You can hold it for a few minutes, can't you?"

"But. But I." Becky whimpered softly as Terry refused to let go of her arm, sighing lightly as she was dragged into the room. He was already there. She paled slightly, trying to avoid looking at him. Instead, she looked curiously at the woman standing up front, easing into her seat as Terry finally let go. She debated taking another run for the restroom now, freezing once again as Tom stepped into the class.

He didn't sit beside her.
Instead, he took another seat, a row away, a few people in between them. He didn't even look at her. Becky stared down at her books, her lips pushing together tightly. Oh, no.

Professor began to speak to the class, but she never looked up. An introduction for this woman. A political speaker. A colleague of his. The woman gave a greeting of her own, immediately going into a speech on her experiences and her past. Becky tried to listen in, jumping slightly as her purse suddenly wriggled next to her. The toy he had given her! It was rustling inside her purse- He had intended that to be inside her right now! She stared at it a moment, then grabbed it quickly and stuffed it into her lap, reddening furiously. Not only over the possible interruption to the woman talking, but the fact he must have noticed.
What he had wanted. Did not happen.
She glanced over at him hesitantly, her eyes wide and frightened.

 

[Bevatoria]

He'd seen it all. Her hesitation on coming into the classroom; the seating of her 'boyfriend', Tom, a row away, sending awkward glances at each other. It took little more then a second for Adam to catch it in his peripheral vision. Physical cues were no hard trick if you knew what to look for, and who you were looking at, and Becky was a very uneasy, scared young woman right now. Her tight clasping of her purse in her lap, and the fact her face was flushed in fear - and not what Adam had intended - told him everything. The toy wasn't where he'd wanted it to be; whether it was in her purse or not (as Adam suspected) was irrelevant to the matter at hand.

Which was her disobedience. Adam turned it off quickly; let students think it was her cell phone going off; drawing undue attention to it was unnecessary. He focused with no effort on Representative Kendaway's experiences; Adam was well acquainted with the stories she would tell to his class, which allowed his thoughts to dwell on what he should do about his defiant young student. At least her dress flattered her features; the lace and gentle cut showing her body off nicely; attributes he would need to redirect Tom's attention to eventually. He was too nice to stay away permanently, but his thoughts about her were close to where Adam wanted them to be: thinking Becky was unstable (which he wanted) and that she would not be a suitable girlfriend (which was close to it; he wanted him to consider the idea, but not settle on it as acceptable). Gently nudging Becky's behavior and actions around him would suit his purpose, although he knew he might need to 'convince' Tom to give her another chance.

But back to Becky. She had done everything he had asked of her so far, and this was the first time she had openly refused him. To let it go entirely would simply encourage her, and maybe embolden her to refuse his command to come to his house tonight. Maybe even to take what he had done to Rente? No, that would simply not do. Any rational line of thought would eventually take her there in any regard; what needed to be done was simply remove her from rational thinking. Which Adam found somewhat amusing considering he was trying to teach a class focused on that very idea; rational thought. He had to make her fear override her common sense.

It wasn't as if he could simply walk to the back of the room and force her to do what he wanted; to jam his toy into her pussy. To say that might cause an uproar would be very generous, and he still needed to balance discretion with his desires. It was for that very same reason he discarded the idea of texting her; it would be somewhat discrete, but the chance of some entrepreneuring student seeing him on his phone, followed by Becky checking hers a moment later, was too risky, especially in the middle of class. Plus, it lacked direct motivation that Adam wished to send her way.

With that, he resolved to resort to an old tactic, one he'd pulled out during his last lecture; a message within a message. Different meanings to different people. A few minutes later, his opportunity came while Kendaway discussed voting along party lines, and how the American system differed from some parliamentary systems in that there wasn't as much discipline as to how the parties voted, and he turned back towards the class for the moment, craning his neck from his front row seat.

"Certainly, the Republicans and Democrats favor different policies from one another, and you will see favored voting along party lines. But there is usually no strict enforcement as to how individual representatives need to vote, unlike in, say Canada." He smirked slightly. "Even among many so-called 'open' votes, many acts of Parliament often have strict party discipline, with the right wing parties voting one way, and the left wing parties another. It's an interesting idea to ponder, whether it's more democratic to let political figures vote with their conscience, their constituents, or their parties - each can be right depending on the circumstances." He eyed his students carefully, smirking briefly as he started to talk, although not by the end. "It might save you some public embarrassment to do what you think is right at the time, to challenge those above you, but there could be a very, very harsh punishment waiting for you if you don't submit." The harshness of his statement, as always, balanced by the smile at the end of it.

"At least in politics." He turned back to Sophie. "Or not always...right, Miss Kendaway?" The easy banter. Small laughs from the entire room. Nobody noticing how he'd met Becky's eyes exactly as he'd said the word submit. Adam didn't need to look back; she'd gotten his message. What she did with it, he would twist to his needs, one way or the other. He idly glanced at his watch; his class one third done.

 

[PollySays]

Becky took a deep breath as the bag finally stopped moving, easing it to the floor gently before glancing around. No one else had really seemed to notice the noise, only a glare given by two girls sitting across from her. She shrugged slightly, mouthing an apology and pulling herself a bit tighter into her seat.

That was intended for her. He had wanted that to effect her in the middle of his class, while that woman was talking. She shivered slightly, trying to keep her mind off it. But it was nearly impossible, especially when she peeked over to see the look he was giving her direction. Just a momentary glimpse of his face, but more than enough to show his feelings on her failure to comply. She swallowed down, digging her fingers into the desk. She had been scared enough to find it. Enough to give in and try to do as he demanded before coming in. He wasn't going to believe her. That look. That look was going to haunt her the rest of the day.

He stood, Becky's gaze unable to keep from following him, afraid on what he intended now. He wasn't going to attempt something right here, right in the middle of class, was he? She pulled herself back up in the seat, adjusting and readjusting. It was terribly hard to even try to get comfortable in this seat. She doubted she would ever feel comfortable in this class ever again.

Instead of approaching, he spoke, taking the reins of his class back for a brief moment. His own two cents on the subject matter. She listened with a wandering gaze, unable to watch him for too long.

Until he seemed to slightly switch his subject. Just enough. Just enough to get her to look, to direct it for her ears. To shame her. Remind her what he knew, what he wanted, what she failed. Challenge. Challenge and punishment. Becky looked up at him then, trying to hide the worry in her eyes. What did he want her to do, then? Not here, certainly not here. She simply couldn't do that here, in the middle of his class, next to all these people!

But nothing kept her in his class. Nothing forced her to stay like this, other than her own desire to keep her grades up. The worry on what others would think of her suddenly quitting the class after all the time she had spent with him outside of it. At the moment, however, nothing kept her from getting up and going, right this moment. Nothing except that look he gave her. She wasn't sure if she was even strong enough to try and get up, just walk out of this room.

Rest room. Do what he asked. It was too late for that, wasn't it? Just get up and leave. Don't come back. He knows where your dorm is. He could just as easily follow you right now, right out of this room. Then what? Leave it be. Face what was coming. He had already shamed her, left her feeling low and scared. Disobedient. Punishment. If she didn't go to his house that night. He could just as easily come to her. Punishment. That night, with the pizza guy. Tom. His own basement.She was already simply a puppet in his hands, wasn't she? Pinocchio wanted to cut its strings. He was trying to replace it with piano wire.

She slowly got up from her desk, picking up her purse, leaving her books. Enough to say she wasn't completely leaving. She hesitantly glanced back, finally catching eyes with him once more as she drew another breath and slipped to the back of the room. A quick sneak out the door, for the ladies' room down the hall. That was her intended heading, anyway.

Becky barely made it a few steps before feeling her breath lock in her throat. His words were echoing in her head now. The warnings, the hidden meaning directed towards her. Everything he had done, said, wanted. What he had said last they encountered each other. He said she wanted it, he saw it in her eyes, heard it in her voice. As much as she fought it, he saw that she wanted more.

That was insane. Wasn't it?

 

[Bevatoria]

Adam sat back down, letting Sophie continue her lecture. His choice of wording had likely perplexed a select few; there was nothing to be done about that now. Every professor had their eccentricities - he'd had dinner with a certain professor who had insisted on eating their desert first; another of his colleagues never responded to students who raised their left hand instead of their right - and the fact he had so few would likely cover his curious choice in wording. Nobody would know that his real message had been intended for one person in the room. And nobody needed to.

Another moment passed, as Kenadway continued to discuss some of the lighter details of backroom politics. She'd made speeches for half dozing senates and congressmen before, so it was no trouble for her to deal with students who didn't have their full attention on her. Even at her age, she was a striking woman, and in any case a half attention paying student would likely still be leaps and bounds ahead of the people she was used to dealing with; the students here respected her whether they agreed with her or not.

And so it was with a passing glance she gave a student rising from their desk, leaving the room. It was not uncommon; students at this level of education could come and go as they pleased, no longer restricted by any authority figure on attending classes, or how or when they left them. Anyone leaving in the middle of class, for any reason would still draw a glance or two - the mere human condition of responding to change, and wanting to know what it was. But if someone needed to go the bathroom, or make a call...they could, without fear of reprisal.

Except in this case, as when Adam looked to see who it was, he saw frightened eyes staring back at him. Another thing easy to dismiss out of context, but something meaning everything to Adam.

In his peripheral vision, he saw her books still at her desk as he returned his attention to the lecture. It meant she was likely coming back but her defiance of him left Adam wondering if she would. Even as distant as he seemed to be, Tom could return her books; he was the type of lad that would. Maybe she was considering dropping out entirely; grades and consequences be damned. Adam wondered, not for the first time, if he had pushed her too far. If he should just pull back, beg for mercy and let her ride through the rest of the semester with whatever grades she deserved...or more, to buy her silence.

It wasn't that he was seriously considering that. But he did think about it. For about as long a Sophie paused while describing her meeting with the President. Wonderful man, better then most thought, she explained. The rest of Adam's mind quickly worked through the details of how to rein Becky in, to 'convince' her to play nice with him. Or at least play.

If she didn't come to his house tonight, he'd have to go to her. A risky move, especially considering how little he wanted to be seen around the dorms, but he knew one way or another he'd end up back there anyways. Friday nights tended to be party nights, and passing through would actually be easier, but the chance was still there of him having to explain himself. He could be careful, but a large part of him didn't want to be careful.

Back at his office would work, too. Maybe she'd simply try to drop off his infernal device there and rush off. He knew for a fact that his floor would be all but deserted; a farewell party for someone in another department was after classes today and he hadn't been invited. It was part of a long, boring dispute with another department that he didn't care to rehash; all that mattered was that she was gone, and he did wish her well, even if he wasn't attending. It would leave less risk, but it would only take one well meaning student, or one TA looking for an endorsement...

There was one other place he knew he could 'punish' her. Aside from his home, which was the obvious choice, it was a place that would surprise her greatly. But it wasn't ready yet. Not now, but soon, it would be.

He let the time pass, not looking back to see if she'd come back or not, idly fidgeting in his pockets. With the control to the vibrator. His hands knew it as well as it did his worn remotes at home, and he had increased the power setting to five; the highest setting If Becky had come back, and if she had put it inside of her, it would be done by now. He hated to go right up to the ending point; he'd wanted to try to tease and torment her for an entire class, but Adam still held out hope he'd get that chance later. For a moment, Adam considered if she wanted to defy him. To dare him. To see how far he'd go, or if he would.

Or maybe she wanted to make him punish her. An involuntary shiver ran through him as he turned the vibrator on again, casting a quick glance back to see if Becky was there, wondering if she knew how much her actions now would determine what happened to her later....

 

[PollySays]

The restroom was the closest sanctuary she had. Locked in a stall, settled on a toilet seat. Not exactly the best place for deep thoughts, but the safest from him. He could follow her, no doubt there- a professor hunting down a student wasn't exactly an unlikely thing, but to simply burst into the opposite sex's restroom would be a questionable act. If anyone happened to hear the probable exchange between the two of them, one of them was bound to be in a good amount of trouble- and if it were him, what type of repercussions would he hold against her for it?

But it was all fear for no reason.
No sign of Tourast. She was alone. Left to her stall, her bag, the toilet.
Her bag...
She stared at it, hanging from the hook before her, recalling fully what he had done back in that room. What he had intended to happen to her. She bit her lip, looking back to the floor as she shifted on the toilet seat.

He was waiting for her. She knew it. He was waiting to see what she would do. Was it a second chance? Or had she already completely blown any chance at sparing herself from him? If she were compliant, he seemed to have some tenderness to his ways. Now that she'd disobeyed a demand from him, she was afraid to find out how he would react.

Becky gave a heavy sigh, closing her eyes and reaching for the bag. To go back without it... now... was simply trying to rub in his face defiance. The outcome of it would be horrific, she was sure. Going back with it would be the puppy with its tail between its legs. Aware of the mistake made, attempting to apologize for its failure.

She didn't want to be his dog.
But she didn't want to find out what else he was capable of if she ignored him.

Slowly, she opened her purse, taking out the toy. Bright pink. She heaved a hard breath, pulling down her panties and slipping the device up inside her. A tiny gasp came from her lips as it slid between her lower ones, the coolness of it within her sending a tremble through her thighs. She felt a bit ill on standing up, wondering what he was up to.. If he had noticed. A silly thought. Of course he had. She almost wondered if he were standing right outside the restroom door waiting for her now.

He wouldn't do that.
Would he?

Taking a deep breath, she opened the stall door, taking a moment to wash her hands and attempt to compose herself. The thing felt strange enough nestled within her. The thought of him holding the control to it was even more worrisome.

She slipped her bag back over her shoulder, walking slowly back to his class. It was hard not to focus on the thing inside her, the way it moved with each step. Coming back into the room, she took back to her seat, readjusting her books-

Then felt it.
She gasped sharply, the hands trying so hard to be gentle with her books nearly knocking them completely off the desk. Her knees tightened together, biting her lips as she tried not to make a sound over the sudden intense feeling inside her. Another deep breath, drawn slowly, trying to recompose herself.

He had been waiting for that.
She simply moved back into the seat, ignoring the books, trying to keep herself calm.

 

[Bevatoria]

Adam looked back long enough to see her there, and a tiny bit of her struggle with what he'd forced her to leave inside of her. The thought of leaving her be and seeing how many times she'd orgasm before the class was over was tempting, but foolish, even for him. With a subtle click, he turned off the vibrator. Even with as practiced as he was; he had to be careful. With the right wall of the classroom shielding his right hand, it would still look suspicious if he kept fumbling in his pocket; obviously he would never do anything indecent in his own classroom. Heaven forbid. But it would still be incredibly rude to fidget.

He looked at the clock, a sigh escaping him. More time. If only we had more time. At least she'd come back; as many thoughts as Adam had managed to run through his head during the lecture, he wasn't really sure what he would've done if she'd pushed her luck. How far would he have gone to put her back in the fold? Or to ensure that he at least got his enjoyment out of her before she gave up and turned him in?

After all, Adam still hadn't fucked her yet. At least not her body. Her mind, though....

He contented himself with short blasts of the remote on full power. Getting to tease her and torment her for the full class would have been marvelous; what was being done now was like a sort of random torture. Sometimes it was five seconds. Other times a minute. She would never know when, or for how long. One time he only flicked it on for a moment. He smirked after that one, hitting her again with it for ten seconds before deciding to stop it entirely.

At least, until she got called on by Sophie.

"You, in the back?" She had been randomly calling on students throughout her discussion, and had even gotten Becky before she'd gone to the bathroom. "Do you think we should go away from the two party system?"

For his part, Adam at least had the kindness to turn it on before she started to talk; embarrassing he was one thing, but making it painfully obvious, well...maybe that would crack her. He hoped not. But he had warned about punishment. This was a part of it. But only a part. He watched her, as the class was, to listen to her answer.

 

[PollySays]

She drew a sudden sharp breath as the toy turned off, resting her hands back on her desk and trying to compose herself. He was testing. Finding out in his own way what she had been up to. Hopefully that satisfied him... S infuriating as it was. She was finding it impossible to focus on the speaker's words now, but tried her hardest.

Becky's biggest concern, her biggest fear, was that someone would notice. Question exactly what it was she was up to over there. So much shifting and sliding, little noises coming from her. Too fidgety. She had just used the restroom, for God's sake. What else could be wrong with her? Someone that could put things together enough to at least identify what she was doing, or at least develop ideas of their own... Had to yet and hold still. Don't let him control you that much in the middle of class.

She peeked over enough to catch him out the corner of her eye, the relaxed pose he took in his chair, simply reclining a bit with his hands in his pockets. Relaxed and listening. That calm and collected professor so many students saw him as. The way she once saw him too. But she also knew that calm collection had another side to it. Plotting.

He wasn't done. He didn't even have to look at her for that to be perfectly clear to her. The words of his addition to the woman's lecture.... It was enough. An overwhelming amount of dread sat in her stomach. The worst was yet to come. This was simply a reminder of her misbehavior, wasn't it?

The woman suddenly pointed at her, Becky's eyes widening as she tried to quickly recall the last few parts of the lecture. "Ah..." She hesitated, glancing back to her books as though checking notes, but to merely recollect her thoughts. She was letting him mess with her again. She could keep focused enough for this.

The toy spring to life suddenly.
Becky squeaked softly, her fingers tightening about her pen so much it gave a little crack. It wasn't a heavy vibration, but enough to deter her thoughts once more.
"The... Conflict. Needs to exist." She managed to find her voice. "People have opposing thoughts continuously. Always have w-ways of engaging the other side. Two parties need to exist. Even if they can't seem to get along." She swallowed down, glancing to Tourast once more. "Some people find they enjoy the power that comes from their side of it... Try to over use it at the worst possible times."

She quickly looked back to her books, the toy readjusting and hitting her even more. Oh no. Someone was bound to notice her now, she could feel her face reddening, warming so much from the way that thing was moving inside her. Her thighs clenched together, whimpering softly. This was too hard, too hard.... She was ready to cry at any moment.