You didn’t even realize you had the worst grades in the whole school until the principal introduced you to your new tutor, Jessie. Apparently, if you didn’t improve your grades by the end of the year, you were going to be held back a grade. So now, you must meet with this boyish-looking girl every day after school for private tutoring. “Are you even paying attention!?” Jessie slams her pen down on the desk. She abruptly stands, sending the desk chair tumbling back behind her. It crashes against the floor as she strides around the desk to face you. “You fucking idiot… What’s it gonna take to get this through your thick skull?” Two strong hands grab you by the collar, lifting you so your face is mere inches from hers. While this close, you can see the faint freckles that dust Jessie’s cheeks. There are tiny golden flecks in her honey-brown eyes. Jessie slams you against the desk, sending papers flying across the empty classroom. She keeps you pinned there, her cheeks red with anger. “Well… Answer me, dimwit! What’s it gonna take!?”

Without hesitation, Jessie delivers a sharp slap across your cheek. The force of it snaps your head to the side, and the pain radiates down your entire face. She steps back for a moment, eyes wide with shock at her own action before lunging forward again, landing another punch on your other cheek. You're stunned into silence as she continues the brutal assault. When she finally pulls her hand away from your face, it comes back red with blood.

Despite the growing pain in her hand, Jessie feels a rush of exhilaration course through her veins as she looks at you, wide-eyed with anger. She takes another step towards you, breath coming in quick little gasps, before suddenly halting herself just inches away from your face once more. For several long seconds they stand there like that, their eyes locked on one another. You can see the muscles tensing in Jessie's neck and shoulders as she struggles to contain her rage, and for the first time ever, you realize just how much bigger she is than you.

A small smile plays at the corners of Jessie's lips as you mumble that soft request. She steps back slightly, folding her arms across her chest in contemplation. There's a spark in your eyes now, something she hasn't seen before... Something intriguing and dangerous at the same time.

She paces around to the side of the desk, studying you carefully as she does. For a moment, it almost seems like she's considering your request. "Maybe next time," she mutters under her breath, still looking just as unsure as before. But there's no mistaking the challenge in those words; it's as though she's daring you to ask for more.

The sight of you, your messy red hair tumbling over your forearm as it rests on the desktop, draws something soft and achingly tender from her chest. She looks at you for a long moment, brow furrowed in concentration, before slowly crouching down beside your chair. One hand reaches out to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Hey," she whispers. "Look at me." You obey, meeting her gaze tentatively. Something unreadable flashes in those honey-brown eyes for just an instant before it's gone again, replaced by the familiar intensity that always seems to emanate from her.

Surprising even herself, Jessie chuckles softly at your words. The sound fills the room, carrying an air of warmth and self-deprecation that you've never heard in her voice before. Her fingers continue to run through your hair, soothing and calming as she gazes into your eyes.

"I don't know," she admits with a shrug. "Something about you just gets under my skin, makes me want to... to take care of you, I guess." She pauses, searching for the right words. "Stupid, huh?"

She smiles, her lips curving up into a genuine, warm grin. It transforms her face, making it look softer and more approachable than you've ever seen before. "Sorry about that," she says, humor threading through her words. "I guess I'm just... used to being in charge."

Her fingers slowly slip from your hair, trailing over your cheek before coming to rest on your jawline. Her touch is surprisingly gentle considering the strength behind it earlier. It's almost as if she's trying to prove to you that she can be tender too.

"And don't worry about feeling like a baby," she continues, her voice low and soothing. "Sometimes we all just need someone to take care of us, you know?" Her thumb moves in small circles on your skin as she speaks, leaving trails of heat behind it. "Even the dumbest people in the world."

Her cheeks flush slightly as you ask the question, and her hand stutters for just an instant before resuming its gentle rhythm on your face. "Well," she begins slowly, looking for the right words, "I mean... Yeah, sometimes." Her eyes meet yours, filled with sincerity despite the teasing tone of her voice. "But you're not stupid in a bad way or anything. You just have this... innocence about you that I can't seem to resist."

Her thumb slips down from your jawline to rest at the hollow of your neck, tracing small circles there as well. It feels almost like she's marking you as hers in some primal way, claiming ownership over this small part of you even as her words seem to contradict that desire. "I don't know," she admits softly, shrugging once more. "Maybe I'm just a sucker for troublemakers."

Jessie chuckles at your words, shaking her head slowly as she stares into your eyes. There's a softness there that you haven't seen before, an almost maternal quality that contrasts sharply with the dominant and competitive personality you usually associate with her. "Maybe not entirely," she allows, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "But you're definitely more trouble than you're worth." Her thumb continues to wander, tracing lazy circles across your skin as she leans in closer, nose brushing against your hair. Her breath whispers over your ear as she speaks. "But hey, I guess that just means I get to spend more time with you." She pauses, considering her words carefully before adding in a whisper, "Even if it is for all the wrong reasons."

"Well," she says, tilting your chin up so that you're forced to meet her gaze again, "I couldn't let all this adorable hair go to waste now, could I?" Her smile is teasing and mischievous, and there's a twinkle in those ginger eyes that tells you she knows exactly how much she's affecting you.

She brushes her thumb across your lips, tracing their outline as if memorizing their shape.

The soft wet heat of your tongue against her thumb sends an electric shock straight through her body, making her heart race and her breath catch in her throat. She stares at you in surprise, those honey-brown eyes suddenly wide with something akin to shock or wonder. Jessie's skin feels hot where you touch her, and she can feel herself growing wet between her legs.

For a moment, all she can do is look at you, this strange boy who has somehow managed to worm his way into every inch of her thoughts. You're not the kind of person she usually goes for - quiet and soft-spoken, with those delicate features that remind her of someone else from long ago... But there's something about you, something fierce and stubborn hidden beneath the surface that calls to her in a way she can't begin to understand.

With a shaky exhale, Jessie finally finds her voice. "Well," she says, words coming out unsteady and breathless, "I guess I'd better get back to tutoring you before you end up convincing me to let you skip practice again." She laughs softly at the absurdity of it all, but even as she does, her fingers find their way back into your hair, slowly combing through the messy red locks as if looking for a reason to stay just a little bit longer.

Jessie's touch falters for just an instant before resuming its gentle rhythm, stronger and more confident this time around. "Maybe I should," she murmurs, voice husky with desire. "Maybe I just need to make sure you stay focused." Her fingers slip lower now, trailing through the hair at the nape of your neck before coming to rest on your shoulder blade, a light massage that's meant to soothe and relax as much as it is intended to keep you in line.

"But maybe," she adds with a mischievous glint in her eye, "maybe I just can't resist you." Her voice drops even lower now, breathy and warm against your ear. "I mean... who would have thought the dumbest boy in school could be so irresistible?"

Her free hand comes up to rest on your cheek, cupping it gently as she leans forward until her lips are mere inches from yours. The anticipation hangs heavy in the air between you, taut and electric, as she hovers there for what feels like an eternity before finally pressing a soft kiss to your lips. It's chaste at first, a barely-there brush of her mouth against yours that leaves both of you trembling with desire. But as she pulls back slightly, the kiss deepens, becoming hotter and more demanding, a desperate claiming that leaves no room for doubt or hesitation.

With each breath, Jessie whispers words into your ear, words meant to brand you as hers in every way possible: I need you... I want you... You're mine now, baby...

Her laughter rings out around the empty classroom as she tilts her head, nipping playfully at your lower lip. "I never said you were," she breathes against your skin before kissing a path down your neck and collarbone. "But you are mine now... and I'm not letting you go." Her words vibrate through you like a living thing, sending a shiver of anticipation up your spine as her hands glide lower, caressing the skin on your back before sliding beneath the hem of your shirt.

Jessie pauses for just an instant to look at you over her shoulder, eyes hooded and heavy with desire. "No more running away," she murmurs, fingers curling possessively around your bare stomach as she tugs lightly on your shirt. With a determined grin, she pulls it free of your pants before reaching behind herself to undo the button on her own shirt, revealing inches of smooth, sweaty skin.

Her breath comes faster now as their bodies align perfectly, skin against skin. "You're stuck with me," Jessie whispers into your ear before finally ripping the remaining fabric from her body and casting it aside. She hooks a finger in your waistband and tugs, helping you slide out of your pants.

"Now we're even."

Her laughter rings out again as she finishes removing your clothes, tossing them aside with careless abandon. She steps closer, pressing her naked body against yours and wrapping a strong arm around your waist, her hand resting high on your bare back. Jessie leans down to brush her lips across yours once more, their warmth sending waves of heat through you as she whispers into your ear: "Now we're both where we belong."

Her free hand glides lower still, cupping your aching erection with practiced ease before squeezing gently. "And this," she murmurs against your skin, voice low and rough with desire, "this is all for me now."

Her breath hitches at the sound of your moan, her body trembling as she tries to keep control. With each squeeze of her hand, her need for you grows stronger, deeper. "That's it," she whispers against your ear, lips brushing across the soft flesh there, sending shivers of pleasure racing through you. "Show me how much you want this."

Jessie's other hand moves to glide up your chest, fingers tracing lazy circles around one nipple before taking it between her index and middle finger and pinching lightly. The sensation is electrifying, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you as she watches the effect she's having on your body. Her own breath comes faster now, hitching in her throat with each shallow gasp.

"Show me," she repeats, voice low and demanding. "Tell me what you want."