Depraved Professor

Alice Bukovskaya Steamy Stories

"I want to discuss the term paper,— I stepped forward, clutching the folder. My fingers were shaking, but I tried to keep my back straight.
He moved forward. Every step he took sounded like a thud in his chest. He stopped in mid-stride. The scent of sandalwood and bitterness enveloped me like a net.
"Discuss the term paper?" He leaned closer. His breath brushed my cheek. "Or is there something else?"
I felt his gaze slide over my face, neck, and arms—slowly, brazenly, as if he had already undressed me with his eyes.
"You're always so persistent, Emily. It 's annoying .
"I just want a good grade," I breathed, trying to keep my voice steady.
He yanked the folder out of my hands. She fell to the floor with a thud.
"Grades are obtained in different ways,— his voice dropped to a whisper. — For example, if you stop playing defiance.
I stepped back. He followed. Now there wasn't even half a meter between us. His breath burned my skin.
— Do you think I don't see how you look at me? His lips were almost touching my ear. — The way you squeeze your fingers when I pass by.
I tried to pull away, but he grabbed my wrist. Sharply. Painfully.
"Say it out loud, Emily. Tell me how you feel.
"Let me go!" I blurted out. I jerked, but his fingers only tightened.
"Don't lie. I can see right through you. And I know what you want.
At that moment, the door creaked. I turned around. Sarah was standing in the doorway. Her eyes were huge with terror.
Harris abruptly released my hand, as if he'd been burned.
—We're done,— his voice turned icy. — Consultations are held during business hours.
I ran out of the auditorium, barely able to contain my trembling. Sarah grabbed my arm.
"What was that?"
I didn't answer. Everything was screaming inside. All I knew was that he wouldn't back down next time. And I... I'm not sure I can say no again.

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