The Professors Pt. 06

'COURSEWORK EXTENSION APPROVED'

I couldn't quite believe my eyes but it was there in black and white on the screen as I opened up my emails. I'd asked to borrow Lizzie's laptop whilst mine had a stay in the university library's PC Clinic. The bored-looking lady on the so-called 'help-desk' wasn't particularly helpful but she did promise to get one of the IT Technicians to take a look. I wasn't overly confident about them being able to recover any of my work, but it was worth a try.

I had one more week to re-write my essay for Professor Murphy and whilst the thought of having to put all that work in again filled me with dread, it bought me some more time that I desperately needed.

I'd had a pretty uneventful weekend, attending the usual bars and seeing the usual faces, flirting with the same tiresome boys who barely managed to pique my interest, let alone go any way to satisfying the need inside of me. All I could think about was the two gorgeous professors, one who filled me with exhilarating nervous energy and one who I wanted to fully entice into corruption, both of them sparking a sinful desire in me that was just too tempting to turn away from.

I selected my outfit carefully, a tiny flared skater skirt over the skimpiest pair of lace panties, thigh high socks and a tight band tee that stretched pleasingly over my chest. It was probably a little much for a Monday morning lecture but I didn't care. A shiver of excitement passed through me as I imagined Tom's eyes raking down my body as I entered the lecture room.

And they did.

I felt the heat of his hungry gaze as I walked past the lectern, shooting him a secretive little smile.

"Morning Sir..."

"Morning Grace..."

I'd normally head for the back of the room, tuck myself away where I could watch Tom freely without participating too much in lecture discussions, but I didn't do that today. I took a seat at the front, right in his line of vision, feeling bold.

Of course Tom's lecture on Post-War Britain was perfectly engaging, particularly with his captivating teaching style, but I couldn't help my mind wandering. I let the soothing sound of his voice flow over me and my eyes follow him as he paced up and down the front of the lecture room, fixing him with a sultry smile each time he caught my eye, which was often. I began to wonder how on earth he could deliver the lecture material so enthusiastically the way his attention kept coming back to me, burning into me, roaming over the tightness of my t-shirt one minute and my bare legs under the desk the next. It was a large room and the seating was arranged in tiers to enable everyone an unrestricted view of the screen, and even the first row was raised in such a way that I knew he had a clear view right under my desk.

"So... is that clear everyone? If you've got any questions please speak up now."

He turned away from the screen to look around the sea of faces, alighting finally on mine as I looked right back, my eyes wide and alluring. And then I opened my legs.

There was a moment where I was sure Tom lost his train of thought, his eyes darkening and his jaw falling slack as he watched me slowly uncross and cross my legs, seemingly mesmerised.

"Tom... excuse me... Tom... I have a question!"

Erica's voice sounded from behind me and I glanced around to see her stretching up in her seat, her hand raised up eagerly, pointing skywards.

"Yes Erica, go ahead. Sorry, I was in my own little world for a moment."

A flicker of a smile graced his lips as he turned his attention away, and I felt a flush creep on to my cheeks.

The rest of the lecture carried on in the same vein, but I restrained myself from distracting Tom too much further. At the end of the day no matter how tempting he was, I didn't want to completely bomb out of my degree and I had a lot of catching up to do.

"Right... that's it for today," Tom addressed the class, and a twinge of excitement flickered through me as people started to rise up out of their seats, a quiet murmur breaking out as they started to file out of the lecture room.

I took my time sliding my textbooks into my bag, head down but ears pricked, expecting to hear Tom call my name, but it didn't come. The room got quieter as the crowd at the door dispersed and I looked up, my breath catching when my eyes locked with his.

He was leaning back against the lectern, arms folded across his chest, head cocked back, cool eyes fixed firmly on me. His expression was unreadable and it set off a flurry of nervous excitement in the pit of my stomach.

The lecture room door slammed shut as the last student slipped through and the sudden noise made me physically jump. Tom's lips twitched upwards into a smile at my reaction.

"Someone's jumpy today... you're not nervous are you?"

I straightened my posture, standing tall, trying to show poise and confidence. "Why... should I be?"

Tom smirked back. "I don't know.... you tell me. Is there... I don't know... something that you'd like to share with me perhaps?"

There was an inference in his words and a lump formed in my throat which I swiftly swallowed down. All I could think about was last week, kneeling on the floor of Professor Brooks' office, the delicious feeling of his cock filling my mouth. I squirmed where I stood, trying to maintain some sort of composure but it was impossible. The knowing look Tom was giving me suggested that he already knew damn well that I'd been up to no good.

"I don't know what you mean..."

Tom's smile widened but there was something behind it, something wicked which set my already frayed nerves even further on edge. My pulse quickened as he pushed himself off the lectern and stepped towards me.

"Oh I think you do." He paused, and his next words made my heart stutter. "So... do you want to tell me what you were doing in Professor Brooks' office on Friday afternoon then, hmm?"

He came to a stop right in front of me. I felt small around him anyway, but when he loomed over me like that I felt even smaller. I could feel my usual confidence shrinking, retreating into submission.

Surely Nick hadn't told him? Surely he wouldn't have told anyone? The risk for him would be too great. Although I wanted Tom to know that I'd been bad and I'd been fantasising about the thrill of him finding out, I was still wary. I had no idea what lurked below his personable, affable demeanour... what sort of deviant desires drove him.

Maybe he was just calling my bluff. He could obviously tell that I was embarrassed and he thought that I was hiding something from him. That must be it. It was a test.

I took a deep breath. I was a bad liar at the best of times and now Tom was looking down on me with that scrutinising stare I knew that it would be a struggle to fake it. I began to talk, keeping my eyes cast downwards.

"I turned up to see you actually, but you weren't there. Professor Brooks showed up and took me to his office... I was really upset see... because of losing all the work off my laptop..."

"A virus wasn't it?" Tom asked and I quickly nodded, still not looking at him, my eyes fixed on his chest and the little gold pendant I could see peeking out from the unbuttoned neckline of his shirt.

"And then... we... we just talked. He told me he'd speak to you... about an extension for my essay... because of what had happened. Oh, errr... thank you for that by the way..."

I trailed off with a tense little giggle, aware that I was faltering over my words and anxious sounding, not wanting to show my nerves too bad.

Tom was silent for a moment, and when he spoke his voice was quiet but commanding.

"Look at me Grace..."

I slowly raised up my head, trying to steady my breathing. Again he didn't speak for a while, just fixed me with a steady stare.

Did he realise how intimidating he could be? Of course he did... he got off on it, I could tell. I started to wonder what I'd got myself into here.

"Did he fuck you?"

The directness of his question caught me off guard and I instantly felt heat rise to my cheeks. I shifted where I stood, anxiety lighting up all of my nerves.

"No!" I blurted quickly like I was horrified at the suggestion. "Of course not! What sort of a question is that?"

His eyes were blazing and I felt like he could see right through my facade of innocence and into the very heart of me, all of my shameful secrets and filthy fantasies laid bare.

"Don't lie to me," he warned, and one of his hands shot up quickly, gripping my throat firmly just below my jaw. He leant right in, just inches away. "Because that wouldn't be very smart of you... and I know that you're a smart girl really."

I was shocked by the sudden dominance of his action, but even more shocked by the effect that it had on me. The simmering pulse between my legs which seemed to take on a life of it's own, the flood of wetness which pooled there. He was so close to that I feel his warm breath fanning over my face as he spoke.

"I've known Nick for a long time... in fact we go back years. We went to the same university, we formed a band together whilst we were there. I know him well... really well." He paused, licked his lips. "He's a bad liar too..."

My legs were trembling, but not with fear. All I could think of is how Tom was going to react when he found out what I'd done and what he'd do to me. The anticipation was turning me on beyond belief.

"Now are you gonna tell me what happened? I know something did. I'll give you one last chance..."

There seemed like little point in carrying on with the lie, and actually I realised that I didn't want to. I was filled with apprehension but it wasn't an unpleasant feeling. It was breathtakingly exciting, and I'd not felt that alive in years.

I huffed out a shaky exhale before I spoke and when I did my voice was quiet, a subdued whisper. "I... I sucked his cock..."

I could visibly see the shift in Tom's eyes, the twist of darkness sparking in them, the sneer on his lips, the tightness with which he gripped me. He'd heard me, I knew that he had, but still he asked me to repeat it, revelling in my embarrassment.

"Speak up... I can't hear you."

My cheeks were scarlet and my mouth dry but the shame was just arousing me even more. Tom's grip was so tight that I had to take shallow breaths. Nevertheless I spoke slowly and as precisely as I could, a challenge in my eyes which I knew would be sure to provoke.

"I said... I sucked his cock." Then I added with a smirk, "He loved it... and so did I."

He wasn't expecting my insolence but his shocked expression didn't stay for long. It melted away quickly to be replaced by something dark and dangerous.

"Oh, you bad, bad girl... what am I gonna do with you?"

And then he released me quickly, swiftly stepping back, leaving me to stumble. I didn't have a moment to even collect my thoughts before he was moving behind me, barking out a command.

"Over the desk... NOW!"

WHAT?

I froze, stunned.

"I said bend over the fucking desk Grace... I wasn't asking."

My confusion cleared quickly as I looked down on the desk that I'd been studying at all morning. The smooth white surface looked back at me and I imagined lying against it, face down, ass up. The view that Tom would have of me.

"Of course, you're free to go... if that's really what you want..."

"No!"

The response burst from me instantaneously, requiring no conscious thought. It was controlled by the darkness inside which had been waiting for this moment, anticipating it hungrily, desperate for it. "I've been bad... really bad."

The need swelled in me in tune with the predatory darkness swirling in Tom's eyes. "So you think you deserve to be punished then, huh?"

"Yes..."

"Yes... what?"

I gulped in a breath, my throat tight, my body thrumming with anticipation as I planted my palms on the desk, sliding them over the surface as I gradually lowered my body down until I was bent flat over the desk-top. "Yes... Sir..."

"Good girl..."

Then there was quiet, the only sounds my short snatches of breath as I lay, prone over the desk, my head turned to the side and my cheek flush against the cool, smooth surface, waiting...

Just as I expected he drew out the tension. My ears pricked as I finally heard him shift, heavy footsteps across the linoleum flooring, bringing him closer to me until I felt his presence, a hand reaching over to push back a lock of stray hair off my face. His fingers trailed softly over my cheek, a gentle barely there touch, a contrast to what I was sure I'd have to bear.

"I won't go easy on you," he warned. I stayed silent, ready for him, my whole body bristling with tension and eagerness.

He trailed his hand across my shoulders and down over the dip of my back, further and further, not stopping as it smoothed over my ass and then the hem of my short skirt, indecent in this position as he gripped it and slid it upwards, fully exposing me. I heard him sigh under his breath at the sight of me.

My heart was thudding in my chest so hard I could feel the beat ricocheting off the desk as I lay pressed against it. His cool fingers slid against my skin, caressing the smooth globes of my ass. My body was so full of tension from his touch and I bit my lip, trying to stifle a needy whimper.

"Mmm... so pretty, it's going to be a shame to mark you up." His voice came quiet, then a short pause before the pressure of his hand was gone a split second before it came crashing back down, harsh, slapping against my bare skin, scorching my flesh.

I sucked in a quick breath, wincing, a small whine escaping me, but I didn't even have chance to process the sting before his hand was back with more force this time. My body tensed from the shock of the sweet, sharp pain.

"I'm only just getting started Grace."

I could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke, I could imagine it stretched across his lips. I found myself bracing, anticipating the pain, but I welcomed it as he struck me again and again. The sting quickly receded each time to leave a hot, desperate glow inside me, a sticky wetness gathering between my thighs and soaking my panties through. I squirmed, pressing myself against the desk, trying to relieve the ache.

"What's up baby? This turning you on huh?" His smooth voice came from above. "You really are a filthy little slut aren't you?"

Another slap, then he kicked a foot against one of mine, knocking it roughly aside, spreading my legs open wider. I gasped in surprise, the small bit of leverage I had at keeping my body steady gone as I flattened even more against the desk, clutching at the edges.

"What do you think Professor Brooks would think if he could see you now, huh? Bent over for me, taking your punishment like a good little whore? I bet he'd love to see you like this. Maybe you wish he was here right now."

Another punishing blow that made me cry out this time, tears brimming in my eyes.

"Well... do you?"

"Y-yes..." I managed in a shaky whimper.

"Yes... what?"

"Yes... yes Sir..."

This time when he struck me he didn't pull back. His fingers smoothed soothingly over my hot, smarting skin, sliding straight to the cleft between my legs, rubbing over the thin scrap of lace there.

I couldn't help the loud moan that burst from me and I heard him laugh softly. "Fuck... you really are desperate for this aren't you?"

He pushed a fingertip under the edge of my panties, nudging the material aside, sliding it against my slickness before dipping lightly inside me. I writhed against the desk, trying to push myself on to his fingers. A plea fell from me as I gripped the edge of the wood hard with both hands, my knuckles turning white. I needed him so badly.

"Please sir..."

He laughed again, teasingly. "So fucking needy..."

"Please," I repeated, ashamed of my neediness but unable to stop myself.

He rewarded my desperation by plunging two of his long slender fingers straight inside me without warning, pumping hard and fast enough that I cried out from the blissful sensation. But there was no relief. Just as fast as they entered me he pulled them free, my pussy clenching around nothing.

"What did I tell you about being good?" He sneered, delivering another harsh slap to my ass before his fingers slid between my legs again, this time rubbing my clit firmly until my legs were shaking before he pulled away to strike me again. "Good girls don't act like dirty little sluts. Now are you gonna be good for me?"

I wasn't sure how much more I could take, my arousal heightened by the sweet combination of the pleasure and pain, my body screaming for a release. "I'll be good... I'll be good!" I sobbed, my voice thick with need and desperation.

"I don't think you know how to be good."

He leant fully over me, the warm heavy weight of his body pressing me further against the desk as he cooed directly into my ear. "But you'll learn. I'll teach you. Restraint. Discipline. Respect. When I'm finished with you you will be a good girl. My good girl. You got that?"

I could hardly believe the words that I was hearing. It felt like I'd fallen down the rabbit hole into a dark fantasy world and I might wake up at any moment. But I didn't want to. Now I'd had a taste of what Professor Murphy had to offer I just wanted more. So much more.

His breath was hot in my ear, his weight pinning me down deliciously to the desk. "I said you got that?"

"Yes... yes sir," I uttered quickly, hoping my compliance would earn me a reward. But it didn't. He'd finished playing with me for now, pushing off the desk and straightening up, moving to stand alongside me as I tried to catch my breath.

I raised my head, still bent over with my legs spread, full of need. I watched him smirk, taking in my hopeless disappointment.

"There's another class due in here in 5 minutes. I think you'd better get up and sort yourself out... unless you want them to walk in and see that pretty little pussy of yours on display."

I flushed at his words and he shook his head, chuckling softly to himself. Then he delivered a swift, sharp slap to my ass which made me yelp before he left the room, leaving me there unsatisfied and desperate, aching longingly, and all for him.