Isa had found the building and room number of Professor Ashford's office on the class syllabus. It was in the newly renovated psychology building at the heart of campus.
Taking the marble staircase to the second floor, Isa reached room 111 - well, More like suite 111.
The man probably meant a lot to the university. Isa often scoffed at the overly prestigious pedestal Wentworth was placed on. At the end of the day, everyone gets the same thing from college upon completion - a degree. Isa just paid a higher price and was now facing deeper debt. All for essentially more bragging rights. Most of her tuition was probably going to this man's paycheck.
Theodore's blinds weren't drawn, allowing Isa to take a look inside inconspicuously. He was too engrossed in reviewing a graduate student's grant proposal for an upcoming research forum. Isa couldn't help but stare. Theodore was at his grand mahogany desk, his head resting on his hand propped up against the flat surface. His other hand twiddled a pen, the sleeves of his white button-down folded up to expose his forearms. Isa studied his defined features, all tensed up in deep thought and discernment.
Snapping out of it, Isa finally mustered the courage to knock on the door. She was just going to turn this god-damn paper in, turn around, and get shitfaced with her friends.
Theodore looked up at the sound of someone at his door, his eyes locking with Isa through the window. He signaled for her to come in with his hand.
Theodore didn't think much of the encounter. He had helped students on his own time before. He was a good professor. Isa just... intrigued him. Theodore didn't want to explain it. He couldn't.
Theodore finally got a full look at Isa as she stepped into his office. He gripped the pen in his left hand to the point that it was almost about to snap. It wasn't what she was wearing, but why. It was a Friday night and Isa was a young college student at her prime - it would be obtuse to think she wasn't going to live a weekend night to the fullest. For some reason, the thought angered the professor.
Especially after she dropped her stapled assignment on his desk and had the audacity to turn her back to walk out the door.
Brat.
"Sit." Theodore never asked. He ordered.
Isa stilled. The demanding tone made her thighs press together every so slightly and butterflies in her stomach to somersault. Fuck.
Theodore didn't do brattiness. He didn't like to be questioned, talked back to, or disrespected - no one dared as the man took consequences seriously. His past partners would attest to that. The fact that Theodore was starting to take this situation with Isa as a challenge even scared him. He didn't know how far he would go...or how far Isa would let him go.
Isa made her way to the seat in front of Theodore's desk, immediately crossing her legs and adjusting her jacket to display some professionalism. Theodore was too busy flipping through the pages of Isa's assignment to notice, periodically underlining and making a note in the margins.
Isa took the time to look around the professor's place. The overall architecture relied heavily on dark, mahogany wood emphasized by the desk and bookcase behind it. Isa spotted a few authors amongst the otherwise academic books, from Albert Camus to Gabriel García Márquez. Opposite the door were large, paned windows that overlooked other lit-up collegiate buildings. Lastly, there was a small setup of a coffee table and leather chairs towards the end of the room presumably for meetings. Isa would exchange this place for her crappy apartment in a heartbeat.
Theodore finally set everything down and clasped his hands in front of him, looking intently at Isa. "I'll give you a B, we can negotiate a B+. There are typos and run-ons but if you're willing to converse with me about what you wrote...I'll overlook it."
"Ask me anything," Isa responded, in almost a taunting tone. Theodore suppressed a smirk.
He cut right to the chase, catching Isa off guard. "What do you think about BDSM?"
"You know I could report you? This is inappropriate," Isa snapped without hesitation, but obviously just deflecting the question.
Theodore rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. "Miss Blaire, every instance it has been me who's filed a report on a student so good luck with that. Additionally, I'm simply discussing matters you wrote in a paper that you submitted to me."
That shut Isa up.
"Now answer my question. Sexual submission and dominance, why did you write about it?"
"I... I don't know," Isa replied, her initial burst of confidence gone. She felt embarrassment and shame start to creep up on her and Theodore could sense it - so he kept pushing.
"It's just one subsection of deviant behavior, yet you decided to focus entirely on it," Theodore continued, looking down at Isa's paper again.
"Is there something wrong with that?" Isa paused. "You do research into it - I'd like to assume that's only for academic reasons as well?"
Theodore subdued the urge to make Isa finish her sentences off with "sir" and punish the girl for the sharp comment. He had never fantasized about claiming a student. His work, his profession, his status were all deeply important to him. It was his dominant characteristics outside the bedroom as well that had gotten him to where he was.
Not to mention, his students were young with most being in their early 20s while Theodore completed his third decade. Real understanding of this topic needed maturity and experience.
She should've run. He should've made her. Instead, Isa took a few small steps towards Theodore, making her way around his desk. It was too slow a pace for the professor, whose arousal and adrenaline had thrown his judgment out the window. When Isa was finally at arm's length away, Theodore wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her forwards over his knee. Before Isa could even process what was happening, Theodore muffled her cry with a strong hand over her mouth.Theodore always practiced self-control. Not today. Not with Isa. Isa's skin felt like it was a thousand degrees as pleasure pooled between her legs. Theodore had hardly touched her. With one hand covering her mouth, the other was on the small of her back, balancing her. All she could hear and feel was his measured, controlled breathing and the coolness of his belt buckle against her side. It was so, so wrong but Isa wanted this bad. "Promise to be a good girl and stay quiet for me?" Theodore's hardened voice was ec
Theodore hadn't had an established submissive in over a few years now. For one, his work had started to become more demanding as opportunities rose along with his success. But more substantially, the allure of it had faded. It was fun for the young man in his 20s, but now the professor wanted - needed - something deeper. Theodore had tried love, or at least attempted it. But those attempts quickly realized they could never compete with the professor's loyalty to his work. When he looked at Isa, he could see it. Her eyes were dark... brown like a barren forest in a frigid, snowless winter night. Yet amidst the trees was a flame. It was the same spark Isa saw in her professor that now plagued her fantasies. The sin, immorality, corruption of it all...No. She's a student. The relationship between a professor and student should always remain chaste. Although if we lived in a lawless society, Theodore would have Isa's hands bounded and her ass branded with his belt.This had to stop -
Isa had found the building and room number of Professor Ashford's office on the class syllabus. It was in the newly renovated psychology building at the heart of campus.Taking the marble staircase to the second floor, Isa reached room 111 - well, More like suite 111. The man probably meant a lot to the university. Isa often scoffed at the overly prestigious pedestal Wentworth was placed on. At the end of the day, everyone gets the same thing from college upon completion - a degree. Isa just paid a higher price and was now facing deeper debt. All for essentially more bragging rights. Most of her tuition was probably going to this man's paycheck. Theodore's blinds weren't drawn, allowing Isa to take a look inside inconspicuously. He was too engrossed in reviewing a graduate student's grant proposal for an upcoming research forum. Isa couldn't help but stare. Theodore was at his grand mahogany desk, his head resting on his hand propped up against the flat surface. His other hand twidd
Isa had persistent trouble staying focused the rest of the week. She couldn't tell if she was dreading the approaching Friday... or anticipating it. The size of the class dwindled significantly. Readings were lengthy, assignments rigorous, but Isa found the subject fascinating. And as intimidating as he was, Professor Ashford was a captivating and charismatic lecturer. He was extremely well-versed and knowledgeable in his field, warranting his many accolades and respect amongst peers. The week flew by, Isa almost forgetting about their post-class encounter on the first day..."The other day my roommate was telling me how she knows a bunch of girls who've tried to get favors outta Dr. Ashford if you catch my drift," Ashly spilled as she, Caleb, and Isa walked out of their final class for the week, the weekend finally in their grasps. For Isa, this meant it was Friday and she had an important paper to turn in by the evening."Damn, either he's gay or he takes his job really seriously."
Any nervousness and intrigue Isa had while approaching the professor dissipated as her eyes fell to the professor's desk. On it was her write-up that had been due before the first day of class, at the top written a bold, red...C-Isa was not one to feel entitled towards certain grades or take bad ones personally. Overall, she was an A/B student and was content with it; a C here and there wouldn't destroy her. But to get a C- on the first assignment of the class and on a paper she had put considerable thought and effort into stung. Isa grabbed the paper off the desk, taking a closer look to make sure it was hers - and it was. Isadora Blaire was written right there at the top. The student's inhibition left the room. Isa snapped, "What the fuck.""Language, Miss Blaire." The baritone voice of the professor cut through the closing distance between the teacher and student as he took a few steps closer. Isa was average in stature, but - God - she felt so small in his presence. And she
121... 122...Isa came to a halt when she reached her correct classroom number, double checking the schedule pulled up on her phone. Stuffing the device back into the pocket of her jeans, she pushed open the door to the lecture hall, which was small but still relatively spacious. It could easily hold around 50 students, which was nothing compared to the larger lectures the student had attended earlier in the day. Being a couple minutes early on the first day of class, there were a decent number of students sprawled amongst the seats.The student took her seat in the third row closest to the chalkboard, removing her computer from her book bag and setting it down beside her. Before she even got the chance to fully settle in, a bubbly voice erupted next to her. "Hey, can I grab this seat?" The girl asked, motioning to the seat next to Isa. Isa, slightly stunned at the abrupt interaction, responded. "Yeah, of course."She replied before looking up and eventually rolling her eyes, earnin