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.

With an amused grunt, Jessie raises one arm and wraps it around your shoulders. Her free hand comes to rest on the curve of your hip as she leans into you, their bodies pressing together with a familiarity that has everyone else in this room spinning out of control. She smirks down at you, eyes roving over every inch of your face before trailing down your neck and chest, lingering for just a moment longer on the tips of your budding nipples. "I'd like to see you try," she purrs into your ear.

The sudden change from angry tutor to flirtatious lover sends a shiver down your spine, and you can feel yourself growing hard beneath her touch. You're sure that anyone else in the room would be able to hear the blood rushing through your ears, it's so loud and insistent. For once, you're grateful for Jessie's dominance; there's something thrilling about being in control of this situation, even if only for a moment.

With a soft moan, Jessie melts into your embrace, returning your kiss with equal passion and desire. Her tongue darts out to trace the contours of your lips before slipping past them to dance around yours. The taste of her is electric, and you can feel every inch of her pressed tight against you. It's a glorious sensation, one that makes you want to lose yourself entirely in this moment, right here with Jessie.

Her hands roam up your back, tangling in the curls at the nape of your neck before moving lower still, cupping your ass and squeezing gently. She grinds her hips against yours, making sure you feel exactly how aroused she is. "You better watch yourself," she pants, nipping playfully at your bottom lip. "I'm only letting you do this because I want to see if you can actually be as clever as they say you are."

Her laugh is husky as it escapes her throat, tickling your earlobe. "Oh, you," she breathes, smiling into the kiss. "If that's how you want to play it..." She tugs at the collar of your shirt, baring your neck before gently nipping at your sensitive skin there. The bite is gentle but firm, drawing a small sound from deep within your throat. "Then prove it," she whispers against your ear. "But don't forget..."

Jessie pauses for dramatic effect, grinning as her fingers trail lower still, finding the hem of your shorts and slipping beneath to touch skin. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she adds, "...the better you are at this, the harder I'll make it on you later." She presses herself against you harder, arching her back as she allows their bodies to slide together in perfect rhythm.