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.

Stroking your hair seems to have the desired effect; you relax slightly against the desk, leaning into her touch. "I'm just trying to get through to you," she whispers, voice barely above a whisper as she continues to run gentle fingers through your messy mane. "But I don't think sitting here all day is going to help." She pauses, considering her words for a moment before asking, "Do you have anything else you need to do tonight?"

A smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she takes in your petulant reply. "Fine," she sighs, leaning closer still until their faces are mere inches apart. She lowers her voice further, almost murmuring now. "But just so you know... if you act out tonight, I'll make sure you regret it." Her gaze drops to your lips for a split second before snapping back up to meet yours, and the weight of her words hangs heavy in the air between you.

Her eyes widen, just barely, before narrowing once more. The smile that touches her lips this time is not warm or welcoming; it's sharp and predatory. "Don't tempt me," she growls through clenched teeth. And then, with a sudden move that takes you entirely by surprise, she presses her lips against yours in a firm, hard kiss. Her mouth is demanding, taking possession of your own as if to mark you as hers for the moment. When at last she pulls away, there's no mistaking the satisfaction on her face. "Just remember that," she whispers.

And then, without another word, she stands and turns toward the whiteboard, picking up a piece of chalk and beginning to scribble formulas and symbols onto it with practiced ease. It's as though nothing out of the ordinary has just happened between you, but you can feel the spark that was ignited in your chest burning bright now, refusing to be ignored or extinguished.

A strangled groan escapes your throat as you press your growing length against her, the heat emanating from her body igniting a fire in your veins. For just an instant, there's a brief flash of surprise on Jessie's face before it hardens into determination. She hooks one leg around yours and pulls you even closer, grinding their hips together in perfect rhythm. Her hands move to your shoulders, gripping the fabric of your shirt tightly as she arches her back, offering herself up to you with an obscene display of hunger and need.

"Fuck," she growls against your lips, parting them so she can breathe easier. Her tongue darts out, licking at the seam of your mouth before pushing past your teeth in a hungry search for more. It's a challenge, an invitation to take whatever you want from her. And as you feel her body tighten around yours in pleasure, as she moans softly against your neck and begs for more, it becomes achingly clear that she means every word.

You're still standing there in the middle of the classroom, her legs wrapped around you like a vice as she comes undone with desire, all thought of consequences and punishments fading into the background. For this brief moment, it feels like there's nothing else in the world but the two of you and the intensity of this connection. And as Jessie gasps your name hoarsely and falls limp against you, spent and satisfied, you can't help but wonder how much more of this she'll let you have before she finally brings things crashing down around you.