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there and change into something of her own, postponing our little chat to another time.
But I didn't want that. This thunderstorm is playing right into my hand, providing an excuse for us to escape to my office instead of a public place. It's dangerous, especially since I haven't locked the door, because I don't want to scare her away with misplaced assumptions. But seeing her wrapped in my sweater now just accelerates the need I have for her to be mine. Her good girl nature, that tense pose she takes every time something unexpected or agitating happens - it lights me on fire like nobody's business. She's made for me. Breaking her into a shivering mess beneath my touch will give me endless satisfaction. I know it.
She doesn't, yet.
I bet she'll tense up when faced with unparalleled pleasure, too. I can't wait to witness her lose that tension orgasm by orgasm.
My cock is twitching against its cage, eager to torment her with bliss. Not yet, I have to remind myself. She might not even let you in. She might not let me do what I want to do to her, despite the look she displayed as she gave my body a once-over with her hungry eyes. She may be mesmerized by the body I have created, they all are. But not all of them are ready to receive what my body has to offer.
"Coffee?" I ask after pulling a sweater over the parts of me she was indulging in a moment before. "I can make you one here, while you warm up."
"One of those instant coffees?" She asks, casting a look over to the cabinet. "Are they any good?"
Now that we're both decent again, she found her way back to her usual snappy self.
I raise an eyebrow at her. "If it's good enough for me, it'll be good enough for you."
She shrugs, trying to look nonchalant, when we both know she isn't. "Alright."
I have a giant thermos bottle conveniently placed next to the cabinet that is always filled with boiling hot water. It's one of the very few assignments I've given my assistant so far. Now that the semester has begun, there's very little for a teaching assistant to do outside of preparing lectures or grading papers, and I have even less for him to do seeing as how I don’t need him to do either. Luckily, it causes him to take his water duty all the more seriously.
"Sit down," I tell her while preparing our coffees.
She obeys immediately, no backtalk, no questions. I place one of the hot cups in front of her and take the other with me as I sit down in the office chair opposite her. The sweater hangs lose around her narrow shoulders, making her look smaller than she is. She reaches for the coffee cup with both hands, the long sleeves protecting her palms as she carefully picks up the cup and lifts it up to her lips.
"So you said there was something that caught your interest," I resume our previous conversation from before we were interrupted by that godsend of a thunderstorm.
She gingerly blows on the surface of the coffee and casts me a quizzical look.
"My book," I clarify. "You said you read it and that there was something particularly interesting to you."
She suggests a nod and sips on her coffee.
"I don't want to be obnoxious or intrusive," she says, clearing her throat.
"You already were," I reply. "Obnoxious, that is."
Her eyebrows furl with anger. "And I apologized for that."
I nod. "Not in a very elegant way, but yes, you did."
She puts the cup back on the table and leans back, crossing her arms in front of her chest as if to protect herself from my potential fury.
"Well, to me it seems that you spend a lot of time talking about failure and justifying your own incapacity," she says. "The book isn't really a memoir, but more of a self-marketing tool to convince the world that - despite your many shortcomings when it comes to education - you're quite a stunner."
"Wow," I retort, chuckling. "Good job not being obnoxious, Miss Harlington."
She gulps and lowers her eyes down into her lap. Her lashes are fluttering like trapped butterflies again. What an endearing way
But I didn't want that. This thunderstorm is playing right into my hand, providing an excuse for us to escape to my office instead of a public place. It's dangerous, especially since I haven't locked the door, because I don't want to scare her away with misplaced assumptions. But seeing her wrapped in my sweater now just accelerates the need I have for her to be mine. Her good girl nature, that tense pose she takes every time something unexpected or agitating happens - it lights me on fire like nobody's business. She's made for me. Breaking her into a shivering mess beneath my touch will give me endless satisfaction. I know it.
She doesn't, yet.
I bet she'll tense up when faced with unparalleled pleasure, too. I can't wait to witness her lose that tension orgasm by orgasm.
My cock is twitching against its cage, eager to torment her with bliss. Not yet, I have to remind myself. She might not even let you in. She might not let me do what I want to do to her, despite the look she displayed as she gave my body a once-over with her hungry eyes. She may be mesmerized by the body I have created, they all are. But not all of them are ready to receive what my body has to offer.
"Coffee?" I ask after pulling a sweater over the parts of me she was indulging in a moment before. "I can make you one here, while you warm up."
"One of those instant coffees?" She asks, casting a look over to the cabinet. "Are they any good?"
Now that we're both decent again, she found her way back to her usual snappy self.
I raise an eyebrow at her. "If it's good enough for me, it'll be good enough for you."
She shrugs, trying to look nonchalant, when we both know she isn't. "Alright."
I have a giant thermos bottle conveniently placed next to the cabinet that is always filled with boiling hot water. It's one of the very few assignments I've given my assistant so far. Now that the semester has begun, there's very little for a teaching assistant to do outside of preparing lectures or grading papers, and I have even less for him to do seeing as how I don’t need him to do either. Luckily, it causes him to take his water duty all the more seriously.
"Sit down," I tell her while preparing our coffees.
She obeys immediately, no backtalk, no questions. I place one of the hot cups in front of her and take the other with me as I sit down in the office chair opposite her. The sweater hangs lose around her narrow shoulders, making her look smaller than she is. She reaches for the coffee cup with both hands, the long sleeves protecting her palms as she carefully picks up the cup and lifts it up to her lips.
"So you said there was something that caught your interest," I resume our previous conversation from before we were interrupted by that godsend of a thunderstorm.
She gingerly blows on the surface of the coffee and casts me a quizzical look.
"My book," I clarify. "You said you read it and that there was something particularly interesting to you."
She suggests a nod and sips on her coffee.
"I don't want to be obnoxious or intrusive," she says, clearing her throat.
"You already were," I reply. "Obnoxious, that is."
Her eyebrows furl with anger. "And I apologized for that."
I nod. "Not in a very elegant way, but yes, you did."
She puts the cup back on the table and leans back, crossing her arms in front of her chest as if to protect herself from my potential fury.
"Well, to me it seems that you spend a lot of time talking about failure and justifying your own incapacity," she says. "The book isn't really a memoir, but more of a self-marketing tool to convince the world that - despite your many shortcomings when it comes to education - you're quite a stunner."
"Wow," I retort, chuckling. "Good job not being obnoxious, Miss Harlington."
She gulps and lowers her eyes down into her lap. Her lashes are fluttering like trapped butterflies again. What an endearing way
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