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“I want to tie you up, Charlotte. I have ever since I saw you. I want to bind you up into a beautiful toy. I want to receive obedience from your pretty little mouth. I want to dominate and own every part of your body; I want to lay claim to your beauty as mine and mine alone. I want to hurt you a little, but within the safe confines of play.”<br /> “I want to bring you to heights of pleasure you’ve never reached, have you squirm and cry and beg for more, to the point that you will do anything just for the taste of a climax. That is my pleasure.”<br /> <br /> ————————<br /> CHARLOTTE pov<br /> “I preferred your other clothes,” Derek said quietly.<br /> “Wh-What?” I stammered out as I clutched tighter at my bag strap.<br /> “I said,” Derek said carefully, “I preferred your other clothes.”<br /> “My other . . .?”<br /> “Your other clothes, yes.” His head tilted slightly to the left, and that loose curl brushed delicately across his forehead. I was frozen, pinned in place by his intensely dark eyes.<br /> “Take your clothes off, Charlotte.”<br /> “What?” Every nerve in my body jumped on alert, and heat warmed my cheeks so fast it was as if I had been slapped. I took a single step back. “No!”<br /> “You said you wanted to try something new,” Derek continued, still as calm as ever and unfazed by my instant rejection. “I thought you were something beautiful to look at, a stunning gem in a sea of faces that didn’t care about what I was talking about. Then today, you turned up looking like a basic cut-and-dry student, and frankly, I’m a little offended.”<br /> “You can’t . . . you shouldn’t . . .” I couldn’t get my thoughts in order, caught between my sensibilities and how utterly close this was to a drawn-out fantasy. Did I fall asleep in class? Did I trip down the stairs and knock myself into some fantasy land where a handsome man like Derek could have even a drop of interest in me?<br /> “You are, of course, welcome to say no.”<br /> “No!” I blurted out, and I pushed past him, making my way to the door. This was wrong, this was so wrong. He was my teacher, and there was no way he should be asking me things like that.<br /> And yet, when I reached the door and touched the handle, something made me stop. Maybe it was the excited skip of my heart at the sound of Derek saying those words to me or the exhausted result of constantly being picked at and shoved down by Haley.<br /> The boring, sensible, good girl inside me knew that this was wrong. <br /> But . . . I didn’t want to be that good girl anymore.<br /> I wanted to be the bad girl.<br /> “Is this . . . a joke?” I asked softly, my voice trembling with how hard my heart was hammering beneath my ribs.<br /> “I would never,” Derek replied, and it was the first time I had ever heard his voice pitch up slightly as if he were throwing his entire reputation behind that word. Whether it was that or his entirely calm presence, I couldn’t decide.<br /> My bag slipped from my shoulder and landed with a heavy thud on the floor, and then I reached for the hem of my halter top.<br /> My halter top landed on the floor next to my bag, and my heart thudded so rapidly I was a little concerned I was going to pass out.<br /> What was I doing? Standing in front of the most gorgeous man I have ever seen, my teacher to boot, and following his instruction to take my clothes off because I was tired of being the boring good girl.<br /> If I got caught, my time at this university would be over. I wouldn’t be able to show my face to anyone ever again, and my mother, she would be utterly horrified. <br /> Suddenly, Derek’s hand gripped my chin, and he tilted my head up to meet his gaze.<br /> “Slowly,” Derek instructed quietly. “I want you to take your clothes off slowly. ”<br /> I nodded once, and his touch fell away. I had never done anything like this before, not even with my ex, and I had absolutely no idea how to slowly remove my clothes in a way that was alluring. I undid the button on my jeans, lowered the zipper, and slowly started to push them past my hips.<br /> “Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?” Derek asked. He stood in front of me, his stance wide and his arms once again crossed. Just hearing those words flared my cheeks hotter, and a sudden small grunt came from him.<br /> “The way your cheeks are rosy tells me that maybe no one has.”<br /> “It’s . . .” I started awkwardly, but he hushed me with a click of his tongue.<br /> “If you’re going to speak,” he said, “I want clear, concise answers.”<br /> I fought the scoff in my throat. I was not a clear, concise person.<br /> “No,” I said breathlessly, leaning down to get my shoes off and kick off these impossible jeans.<br /> My hair fell forward like a heated blanket, and by the time I straightened up, my face was flushed hotter. I was terrified and excited all at the same time.<br /> “I think you are beautiful,” Derek said, and he began to pace around me in a very slow circle.<br /> “The brightness in your eyes, the beautiful way your lips come together like a heart. The apple of your cheeks, the deep curves of your body . . . all of it.”<br /> “Curves?” I repeated in disbelief. “Don’t you mean—”<br /> “Curves,” Derek interrupted. “But your instinct to correct me, to have me say a different word like . . . fat, perhaps? That is what you need to change.”<br /> He finished his circle and stopped in front of me.<br /> “Clothes don’t make a person new. Internal change does. Growing that confidence from in here . . .” Derek reached forward and gently pressed two fingers to where my heart would be. My skin jumped at his contact. I had never been touched by a man before, and here I was, standing in my underwear, getting excited because Derek’s hand was so close to my chest.<br /> This had to be some kind of dream.<br /> “Tell me,” he instructed. “What prompted this change? When I first saw you in your blouses and elegant skirts, you exuded much more comfortable confidence than you do in these jeans. Why the change now?”<br /> My heart continued to race, and my mouth ran dry as I contemplated the honesty of my answer.<br /> “It was a spur of the moment,” I replied.<br /> “Tell me the truth.”<br /> There was something about the intensity of his dark gaze that made me want to do exactly that. It was the same intensity that had me feeling calm despite the absurdity of this moment and what had me convinced this was some kind of dream.<br /> This was as far from being a good girl as I could get.<br /> “There was someone,” I began, and my voice quavered once more. “Someone who made me feel seen for the first time in . . . well, ever. And I wanted to chase that feeling just for a little bit because I . . .” I paused, and Derek raised one dark brow expectantly.<br /> “I’m tired. I’m tired of being the good girl with nothing in my life but books and grades. I’m tired of being overlooked because of my weight, and people can’t see past it. I’m tired of only being concerned with deadlines and papers, with tests and keeping everything on track that makes other people happy. I want to be happy.”<br /> The words spilled out of me like a river, and I couldn’t stop them. Maybe it was the fear of standing there in my underwear or it was the exhilaration of doing something so far out of the norm, but I was riding a high I had never even tasted before. Whatever the reason, the words came, and Derek smiled.<br /> “There it is,” he said quietly, “the real reason you didn’t walk out that door. Change is good. You just have to embrace it.” He stepped away and placed both his hands on his narrow hips. “Keep going.”<br /> My heart stilled. Taking off my top and jeans had been easier, in a way. But my underwear?<br /> Exposing myself like that to a breathtakingly handsome guy like that? My hands came together, and I clutched at my own knuckles as Derek’s gaze slowly drifted down me.<br /> “Are you uncomfortable?” Derek asked.<br /> “Yes,” I replied instantly, then I shook my head. “No . . . no, I’m . . . I’ve never done anything like this before, and I mean . . . I’m this and you’re . . .”<br /> “I’m what?”<br /> “You’re gorgeous.”<br /> “And you’re not?” Derek’s eyes narrowed. “Take your underwear off, Charlotte. I want to see all of you, but I will not ask a third time.”<br /> To my surprise, a sudden pulse of annoyance washed over me. I was annoyed at Derek because . . . because he was calling me beautiful? That almost didn’t make sense. Could he really not see how wrong he was?<br /> “I’m not,” I snapped slightly. “How can you say that when you’ve seen all the other girls—”<br /> “I didn’t ask other girls to stay behind with me, did I? I asked you,” Derek stated firmly. “I understand. You are anxious, you have a lot to unravel about how you feel about yourself, and you have never done this before. But I am here, asking you to strip so I can admire your gorgeous chest and glimpse the pretty little private part I know sits between your thighs. But if it is too much, then you are free to walk away.”<br /> Every word out of his mouth sent my heart racing harder and harder in my chest and I almost couldn’t breathe. Warmth clenched between my thighs as my chest constricted slightly.<br /> This has to be a dream, a fantasy conjured up from falling asleep in class. If this is just a dream, then what would be the harm in following it through to the end?<br /> “I . . .” I began, and Derek slowly moved closer. He stopped in front of me and delicately grasped my chin once more. Just like that, my mind went quiet.<br /> “Charlotte,” he purred softly, “you know what I want. I know you want to stop being a good girl, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be obedient. You haven’t left, you want to be here, so let me see.”<br /> The urge to please him, to make Derek happy that he asked me here, surged up so rapidly that I noticed that my hands were no longer shaking until I reached behind my back to unclasp my bra. His words, his very touch, had calmed me once more.<br /> Derek stepped back, and I slid my bra from my shoulders, dropping it onto the floor with the rest of my clothes. His lips parted, and a rosy pink tongue darted out to wet them. My gut clenched with nerves as I dropped my hands to my panties and Derek’s gaze followed them.<br /> In a single surge of confidence, I dropped my panties and stepped out of them. Taking a deep breath, I fought to calm the sudden wild flutter of my heart, and a nervous heat pulsed through me from head to toe. Derek, to my surprise, looked at me with such adoration that warmth prickled behind my eyes.<br /> Was I going to cry?<br /> I was emotional because he found me beautiful?<br /> “Charlotte,” Derek said softly, “I’m going to touch you now. Is that okay?”<br /> I nodded.<br /> “I need vocal consent,” he added.<br /> “Yes,” I managed after a moment, and I closed my eyes. If this was a dream, I was going to wake up the second he touched me, I just knew it. Derek’s warm presence moved around me, and he came to a stop behind me.<br /> Suddenly, his large, warm hands settled on both of my shoulders, and he kneaded into the muscles with one roll of his hands.<br /> “Relax,” he murmured, his lips so close to my ear that I felt the faintest brush of them against my skin. I couldn’t relax, but Derek’s hands never left me. They slid down both my arms, then his entire solid form pressed up against my undressed back. I gasped.<br /> He was so tall and warm, but what surprised me the most was how solid and muscular he felt. At<br /> a glance, he didn’t look like a typically well-built guy, but having him press against me changed that immediately. His hands swept from my arms to my stomach, and I fought a grimace. Having someone caress what I disliked was an alien feeling, but Derek didn’t stop. He continued to stroke over my abdomen, then his palms skimmed upward and he grasped two handfuls of my large chest.<br /> I whimpered in surprise and jolted back against him, his rough palms teasing over my papilla, and they stiffened to peaks instantly. A pulse of embarrassment shot through me, and I tried to step back once again, but I had nowhere to go. Derek was a firm statue behind me, and he used that grip on my chest to pull me back into his body.<br /> “The things I want to do to you, Charlotte,” he groaned softly, and his lips pressed against the top of my head.<br /> “Like what?” I managed to gasp out through each trembling breath escaping my lungs.<br /> “Things no one has ever done.”<br /> “No one has ever done anything,” I whimpered. “I’m a . . . a maiden.”<br /> The word escaped into the air, and Derek’s hands paused on my chest. Instantly, my world started to turn cold as if I had immediately ruined whatever this was going to be. Just as that fear started to take hold, Derek’s left hand released my left chest and slid back down to my stomach, then further still.<br /> “Then I am going to do everything to you,” Derek murmured in my ear, and his voice was so low that the gravel timbre had increased tenfold. “I’m going to take you apart and make you lose yourself in a sea of pleasure that there is no coming back from.”<br /> “Yes,” I gasped, and suddenly, he pinched my right papilla, twisting sharply enough that a sharp jolt of pain lanced through my chest. I yelped and flinched back into his hold.<br /> “All I require is your obedience,” Derek growled softly, and I nodded my head rapidly.<br /> “Yes,” I agreed quickly. “Yes!”<br /> My fantasy was so close to becoming a reality, I would do anything to keep this dream going for a little longer.<br /> DEREK pov<br /> “I know every instinct in your body is to fight this, Charlotte, that every anxiety-riddled thought and fear is to push back against this, but I am asking you to trust me. Lean into the desk.”<br /> Charlotte’s beautiful eyes flickered back and forth between mine, then she finally gave a small nod and let herself rest back against the desk.<br /> I hadn’t thought someone as stunning as her would be a maiden, but it certainly didn’t dampen my desire to own her. If anything, it fueled that heat. I could take her and mold her into the perfect little pet, teach her to lose herself in the ocean of desire I could provide for her.<br /> “Lean back a little further,” I coaxed. Charlotte clutched at the edge of the desk but obeyed. I waited until she tipped her head back, and then I gently pressed my lips to the column of her throat.<br /> The smallest little gasp escaped her rosy lips, and I smiled against the rampant flutter of her pulse I could feel against my tongue.<br /> It almost matched the excited patter of my own heart.<br /> “Have you ever touched yourself, Charlotte?” I asked while I gently pecked down to her collarbone. Was I about to give Charlotte her first-ever climax, or just her first climax coaxed out of her by another person?<br /> “Yes,” she whimpered, and a tremble darted through her entire body.<br /> “Interesting,” I teased. “Tell me about it.”<br /> The flush of her cheeks had spread down to her chest, giving her ample body an adorable full-body flush. If she reacted like this, I was curious how she would react to things such as impact play.<br /> “I–I don’t know how,” Charlotte murmured, and I paused the peckes I had delicately laid over her collarbone. If I wasn’t careful, her nerves would get the better of her.<br /> “Tell me what you use,” I instructed. “Do you like toys or do you only touch yourself with your fingers?”<br /> “Uhm . . . a t–toy,” she whined softly, and I smirked faintly, gathering her large chest in both hands and kneading the flesh. Her stiff papilla dragged against my palms, and Charlotte’s next breath sounded strained.<br /> “What kind of toy?” I dipped my face down between her chest, gently pecking every inch I could reach. Skimming my palms upward, I quickly took her left papillainto my mouth while simultaneously squeezing her right between my fingers.<br /> Charlotte jolted.<br /> “A . . . a vibrator. I’ve never been able to do anything with just my fingers,” she blurted out.<br /> Interesting.<br /> I sank my teeth into the stiff flesh of her papilla. Charlotte yelped above me, then I pulled back and stood. In a flash, I was leaning over her, one hand braced on the desk beside her to pin her down while my other teased my fingertips over her abdomen and down further toward the hidden heat between her thighs.<br /> “Never with your fingers, huh?” I asked softly. Charlotte’s entire face flushed red as she nodded.<br /> “Let me fix that.”<br /> The angle at which she was leaning on the desk meant her legs were parted, and I slid my hand against the silky soft skin of her inner thigh. It was the only warning I gave her, then I dipped further and slid two fingers through the slick, welcoming heat of her private part. My digits instantly became slicked in her juices, and I smiled down at her.<br /> “Well, well, you’re more turned on than I expected,” I teased.<br /> “I’m sorry!” Charlotte blurted out, and both of her hands rose to grasp onto my shirt.<br /> “Hush,” I soothed. “Never apologize for something like this.” Telling her to relax wouldn’t have any effect. I could see the nervous uncertainty in her eyes, so instead, I focused on stroking her with my fingers and studying the subtle changes in her expression to work out what she liked the most.<br /> “Lean into the feeling,” I whispered. “Let it guide you.”<br /> Charlotte’s head fell back, fully lying back on the desk, and I covered her with the shadow of my body. She was mine and mine alone to admire. I teased my fingertips gently through her folds, from her cherry down to her hole. My fingers were soaked in seconds, and I could only dream of how wet she would get if we had a proper session together.<br /> Back up to her cherry, I began to tease in a circular motion, changing direction each time Charlotte’s eyes fluttered up at me. Her body tensed like a wave underneath mine, and her thighs quickly closed around my wrist.<br /> “Good?”<br /> “Yes,” she whimpered softly. “Strange . . . It feels strange but good.”<br /> I could remember the first time a woman touched my shaft. Having someone else tease pleasure out of you could be a strange but welcoming sensation, so I kept my strokes slow and controlled.<br /> Charlotte’s thighs relaxed after a beat, and her hips rose up to press into my fingers as I stroked back down her folds. With gentle circles, I started to stroke just outside her entrance while my thumb took over the teasing stimulation of her cherry.<br /> “Talk to me,” I whispered down to her, and those stunning emerald eyes locked onto mine. “Tell me how it feels.”<br /> “It’s . . .” Charlotte stammered, and her eyes fluttered once more. “It’s good. It’s really good.” She was growing breathless, the flush down her body darkening a fraction, and I wanted to bury my face in her ample point just to soak up the heat of her body. I resisted for now. Doing so would interrupt my focus on her private part and her pleasure.<br /> “Tell me what you need.”<br /> “What I need?”<br /> “Do you want me inside you?” I clarified, and I leaned down to gently brush my nose against hers.<br /> It caught her attention, and her eyes focused back on me.<br /> “Yes.” Her nervous admittance was followed by my sinking my two soaked fingers into her private part and pressing my thumb down hard against her cherry.<br /> Charlotte yelped, then removed one hand from my shirt to slap it over her mouth. Her eyes were wide and her rosy cheeks shone.<br /> I began to pump my fingers in and out of her, all the while ensuring that my thumb relentlessly<br /> teased her cherry. Hard strokes of the pad, flicks of my nail, and constant friction went hand in hand with the flick of my wrist thrusting my fingers inside her.<br /> Charlotte’s entire body reacted, rolling like a wave across my desk, and once again, her thighs closed around my hand. That didn’t stop me, though, and I increased the pace of my fingers as her slick juices ran down my hand.<br /> “Oh,” Charlotte whined behind her fingers, a muffled sound that I didn’t mind right now. If we were at home, I’d make her scream.<br /> Charlotte gasped and writhed, then suddenly, she went completely still and her private part clamped down around my fingers like a hot vise. The sweetest voice suddenly spilled from her throat, and her eyes screwed closed, then the walls of her private part rippled firmly around my fingers.<br /> She came? That was fast.<br /> “Good girl,” I praised, and Charlotte whined. “Sorry, should I say bad girl?”<br /> Charlotte shook her head back and forth on the desk as I continued to pump my fingers and aid her through her climax. By the time she relaxed, panting, my hand was soaked but I was satisfied.<br /> And it wasn’t over.<br /> “My turn.” I pulled my hand free of her thighs and rounded and dropped into my seat behind my desk. Watching her, touching her, and feeling her against me had built up my arousal so quickly that my shaft was aching in my pants and I wasn’t about to go untouched.<br /> “I . . .” Charlotte gasped, then she very slowly sat up. “That was . . .”<br /> “On your knees, Charlotte,” I instructed a little sharper. “Don’t keep me waiting.”<br /> She turned to look at me over her shoulder, and her eyes were wide, slightly glazed from the pleasure still lingering in her body. I half expected her to refuse, but to my utter awe, Charlotte slid from the desk and settled her beautiful, curvaceous body right between my spread legs.<br /> “I–I’ve never—”<br /> “Just follow my instructions,” I interrupted her. “And trust me.”<br /> Charlotte nodded.<br /> I unzipped my pants and wriggled down the cotton of my boxers to free my aching shaft. Her eyes went wide the moment it sprang free, and her pink tongue darted out to swipe at her lower lip.<br /> “Open your mouth and relax your throat like you’re about to hum. Breathe when you can, not when you want to,” I instructed. “I’m going to drill your throat the way it deserves to be drilled, understand?”<br /> Charlotte glanced up at me, the green almost gone from her eyes with how wide her pupils had blown from desire.<br /> “Yes,” she whispered.<br /> The way she settled on her haunches and parted her lips was like something out of my sinful dreams. She opened her mouth wide and sat there, obediently waiting.<br /> I couldn’t resist. Her inexperience meant nothing in the wake of my desire to take her.<br /> Both hands curled into her soft blond curls, and I guided her forward, giving her a few moments to adjust to the feel of a shaft sliding past her lips. I guided her forward a couple of inches and watched as her eyes slightly lost focus, likely processing the thick weight of my shaft on her tongue.<br /> “Relax.” My last instruction to her, then I thrust forward and shoved another few inches of my shaft into her waiting mouth. She choked immediately, a raw, wet sound that sent a pulse of pleasure straight through my gut as I groaned loudly. Then I began to drill her mouth in earnest. Caution for her inexperience was the only thing stopping me from thrusting all the way deep and burying myself in her throat. I used my grip on her hair like reins and pulled her forward each time my hips rose up from the<br /> chair, drilling her mouth hard and fast.<br /> “what a treat it would be to have you under my desk every day. To feel the warmth of your mouth on my shaft every single morning, to drill your throat between classes and pump you so full of release you’re swollen by the end of the day.”<br /> A choked-off voice rose up from Charlotte, and her tongue pressed up against the underside of my shaft. If she was trying to talk, her words were lost in my barrage of thrusts. My core tightened, and heat began to swell in my gut as my climax rapidly approached. I couldn’t hold back, not after getting to admire Charlotte and feel her first climax around my fingers. My thrusts became more erratic, and I had no warning to give Charlotte when I suddenly pulled her all the way forward and buried my shaft deep into her throat.<br /> Charlotte choked sharply, and I came with a loud cry.<br /> Pulse after pulse of release poured down her throat as she struggled slightly against me. Her fingernails dug into the meat of my thigh, but she didn’t try to push herself away. She stayed there, obedient in my hold. I held her flush against me for a few long seconds as I rode out the initial waves of my climax, then I released her and sagged back into my chair.<br /> Charlotte coughing and choking slightly as she worked to swallow what release had escaped into her mouth. Her chest heaved, her chest swaying slightly, and for the first time in a long time, I was satisfied.<br /> I had taken control. I had made this happen. I had satisfied us both.<br /> “YOU SHOULD GO BACK to your old clothes,” I said gently as Charlotte buckled herself back into her jeans. She looked at me through the curtain of hair that had fallen over her left shoulder.<br /> “Really?”<br /> “You’re beautiful, but you’re stunning when you’re comfortable in what you’re wearing. The Charlotte from last week was definitely more confident than the Charlotte with me now.”<br /> “The Charlotte last week wouldn’t have done what I’d just done,” she replied quietly. Clothes sorted, Charlotte swept her hair back from her face and fixed me with an uncertain look, although the pleased glint in her eye was unmistakable.<br /> “That is true,” I agreed, “but just think about it. Confidence comes from within and enhances beauty. Remember that.”<br /> She leaned down to grab her bag, and I quietly admired the swell of her hip. Every ample curve she had was just begging for me to sink my teeth into her, and boy, was I hooked.<br /> “So . . .” Charlotte clutched at her bag strap much like she had done at the end of class.<br /> “So?” I quirked a brow. If nothing else, getting Charlotte to speak concisely would be a goal regardless of drill.<br /> “What does this mean?”<br /> “What does what mean?”<br /> “Me and you. If there is a . . . I mean . . .” Charlotte trailed off, and a dusting of pink flushed over her cheeks.<br /> I turned on my spot against the desk and reached for a scrap of paper where I quickly scribbled down my address. Turning back, I handed it to her.<br /> “If you want to know more, if you want to do more, then come and see me here.” I gave the paper<br /> a slight shake.<br /> “Do more?” Charlotte stepped forward and cautiously took the paper.<br /> “If you come there, then it means you want me to play with you. Really play with you. If not, then as soon as you walk out that door, we will act like this was nothing more than a single moment to treasure until the end of days. It’s your choice.”<br /> “Okay.” Charlotte’s head ducked as she studied the paper, then she flashed me a smile and slowly walked away.<br /> The decision was entirely hers, but a small pull of yearning rose in my heart. Now that I’d had a taste of her, I couldn’t help but desperately want more.

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