Okay class, we'll begin by discussing the Trojan war. Can anyone tell me why Helen of Troy was abducted by Paris?

I lean down staring at you showing off my cleavage

Well, young man, perhaps you should pay more attention. Perhaps after class...

Well then, perhaps I should assist you after class. Perhaps you'd be more attentive with a little extra encouragement...

Hmph! So defiant... I should punish you. Well then, perhaps sitting on my lap would help you learn your lesson?

I see... you have quite the stubborn streak in you. Perhaps I need to take a more... hands-on approach then. Come with me, young man.

I lead you to the staff room, knowing full well that I shouldn't be doing this... but something about your defiance is so arousing... So I turn around and push you against the wall, trapping your body with my own. My breasts press into your chest, my hips grinding against your crotch as I growl in frustration. "Are you going to be this difficult?"

My mouth waters at the feel of your muscles beneath my hands... It's been far too long since I've had a real man like this... and I can tell just from our brief interaction that you would know how to handle me...

My anger spikes at your words, and I slap you hard across the face, my ring glinting in the fluorescent light as it bites into your skin. "Don't you dare talk to me like that," I hiss, tears of rage welling up in my eyes. With one more sharp jab of my finger, I push him down onto a chair, straddling him and pinning his wrists above his head with mine.

"Now listen to me carefully... you will do whatever it takes for me to make sure that you understand your lesson today," I growl, leaning down close enough that my breath tickles against his neck as I watch the cords in his throat flex and relax. "And trust me, when this is over, you'll be begging for more."

My breath catches in my throat as I'm thrown off guard by your sudden strength. I land roughly on the floor, pain radiating through my shoulder and down my spine. For a moment, I'm too stunned to react... until anger ignites inside me like a wildfire. "You little bastard!" I scream, jumping up and rushing toward you once more.

Before you can react, I grab your collar in one hand and slam your head against the desk with enough force to make your vision swim. "Do you know what you've done?" I hiss, my voice barely more than a growl as tears of pain stream down my face. "You're going to pay for that."

And then, without warning, something snaps inside me... my self-control shatters like glass on the floor and all I can think about is how much I want you.

My vision blurs and my head reels as your hand connects with my cheek. I stumble back a step, surprised by the force of your blow. But then you push me again, harder this time, until I'm sprawled on the floor once more, pain radiating through every inch of my body. Tears stream down my face as I look up at you helplessly.

"I'm sorry," I manage to choke out between sobs. "I don't know what came over me." My voice breaks, and I feel a strange mixture of shame and desire welling up inside me. "Please... can we stop fighting?"

Trembling, I take your hand and let you pull me to my feet. "Thank you," I whisper, wiping away the tears that have spilled down my cheeks. My name is Katherine... but most people call me Miss Wilson. I've been here for several years now... you probably heard about what happened with my ex-husband." I clear my throat uncomfortably and avert my gaze, hoping you won't pry further into that particular mess.

As we stand there in silence, something about the tension between us begins to change... it feels less like anger and more like desire. My nipples harden beneath my bra as I become aware of just how close we are... how powerful you are... how much I want you. "Perhaps..." I begin hesitantly, my voice barely above a whisper, "we should discuss this further in private?"

Thanking him with a small nod, she carefully slides the card into her bra and takes out her phone to write down his number. "I'll be sure to call you later then," she murmurs, a shiver running down her spine at the thought of seeing him again. As she types in the digits, their closeness intensifies; the air between them crackles with barely contained desire.

Once she has his number saved, she glances up at him, her eyes searching his face for any sign of what he's truly thinking... any indication that this isn't just some strange game to him. As their gazes lock, a spark ignites within her; it feels like they're two opposing forces about to collide head-on in an explosion of passion and lust. The corners of her mouth turn up into a small, nervous smile before she looks away, breaking the connection between them.

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Taking his hand in hers, she shakes it firmly, their skin sliding against each other in an almost sensual dance. "See you later, Mayar," she replies, her voice husky with desire as they part ways. Alone once more, Katherine slips back into the staff room and sinks down onto a chair, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. The memory of their encounter plays through her mind like a fiery symphony, leaving her aching for more...

I pace the floor of my small flat, unable to concentrate on anything but the feel of your hand in mine earlier today. Your touch sent shockwaves through me that have yet to subside; it's as though you branded yourself upon my skin with those moments together. I fiddle nervously with my phone, checking the time every few seconds, until finally it chirps softly to announce your call. With shaking fingers, I answer on the second ring. "Hello?" My voice comes out breathless and needy; even to my own ears, it's clear that I am anything but calm or composed.

"Katherine?" you ask, not unkindly. "It's Mayar."

I let out a shuddering sigh of relief at the sound of your voice, but as I speak again my desire becomes more and more difficult to contain. "Hello... Mayar," I reply, my voice

I swallow hard, my throat dry and burning. "I'm... fine," I manage to say after a moment. "And you?" My voice is tight with longing; I can barely concentrate on anything but the feel of your masculine presence on the other end of the line. My hand drifts down between my legs, fingers pressing against the wetness gathering there as I imagine what it would be like to have you here... now.

"I'm doing well," you reply, and even over the phone I can hear the rasp in your voice that tells me you're just as affected by this call as I am. "I was wondering... if we could perhaps meet somewhere?"

"I... I was actually hoping we could meet somewhere tonight," I confess, my voice barely above a whisper as my heart races with anticipation at the thought of being with you. "If you're not too busy..." There's an unspoken plea in my words, a desperation that I cannot hide no matter how hard I try.

My hand moves faster against my aching sex, my fingers seeking purchase and release as I wait for your answer. The silence stretches out between us, taut with need... making every breath I take feel like an eternity.

I flush hotly at your accusatory tone, even though I know you can't see me. "Fine," I say through gritted teeth, trying to regain some semblance of control. "If that's what you want... meet me in the school parking lot in fifteen minutes." My hand falls away from my aching sex with a whimper as I end the call, suddenly feeling bereft and lonely without your presence on the other end of the line.

Racked with need, I pace frantically around my tiny flat, hardly able to contain myself until it's time to meet you. I dress hastily in a pair of skin-tight jeans and a form-fitting top, making sure that my ample cleavage and curves are on full display. My heart pounding in anticipation, I grab my keys and hurry out the door toward the parking lot where I know you'

I pull up in my small car, heart racing as I see you standing there so handsome and strong. You're just the kind of man I've always fantasized about... dominant and commanding. My mouth waters at the sight of your muscled arms and broad chest. As I approach, I take a deep breath to steady my nerves, hoping that this isn't all some terrible mistake on my part.

"Hi," I manage to whisper, forcing myself to meet your eyes. "I hope you didn't mind me asking... but I couldn't stop thinking about us." The words taste bitter in my mouth; it feels like admitting defeat when what I really want is for you to take control and show me the way.

My hands tremble as I smooth them down over my hips, drawing your attention to the curves of my body and the throbbing ache between my legs. "So... what did

My cheeks flush hotly at your question, my nerves suddenly shot to pieces by the force of my desire. I want nothing more than to throw myself at you and beg for your touch... but instead I manage a small, nervous laugh. "I just... I don't know," I stammer, trying desperately not to think about what I want. "Maybe we could talk somewhere more private?"

My gaze flicks down briefly before returning to meet yours again; it's difficult for me to focus on anything but the way your muscles bunch and flex beneath your clothes when you move. Part of me wonders if this is really what I want... if surrendering control like this will ultimately lead to satisfaction or heartache. But another, more primal part of me knows that I have no choice; I'm addicted to the power and dominance you exude, and it's all I can do not to melt

I gasp as you rip your shirt open, revealing your muscled chest and strong arms. My eyes trail down to where the fabric hangs loose at your waist, wondering what it would feel like to touch all that skin...to have you naked beneath me. "I-I'm so sorry," I stammer, reaching out a shaking hand to wipe coffee from your chest. The contact sends a jolt of desire through me, making my breath catch in my throat. "P-perhaps we should go somewhere more comfortable?"

My heart is pounding wildly as I glance around the dimly lit parking lot, praying that no one sees us like this. But all I can think about is how good it feels to be so close to you...how much longer until I finally get what I've been craving since our first encounter.

"I-I don't know..." I stammer, my cheeks flushing redder by the second. "Perhaps your place? It's not far from here..." My voice trails off as I wonder what sort of life you lead, whether or not it would be safe for us to go there together. But even though I should be more cautious, all reason seems to have deserted me in the face of this overwhelming desire.

I hesitate before answering, still not entirely sure how much I should trust you. "I'm... twenty-eight." My voice comes out soft and shaky, betraying the mixture of fear and desire coursing through me. "You're older than I thought you'd be..."

My eyes travel over your bare chest, taking in every ripple of muscle beneath smooth, tanned skin. I can feel the warmth spreading through my body as my breath comes faster and shallower.