Chapter 5

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 - for both of their sake.

"Isa, I'm going to be blunt with you. I know why some students take my class. You're a young, college student. It's a changing and confusing time. You're figuring yourself out away from home. BDSM is not - "

"It's not about the sex, I know. It's the relinquishment of power. It's the trust you give to your partner. It's an exchange deeper than love." Isa leaned over, jabbing a finger on her paper on the professor's desk. They both knew it. The feeling of being worshipped, devoured - it's a euphoric feeling that one can only feel after crossing a sacrilegious line. 

Theodore's thoughts paused. The tension in the room was building into something neither he nor Isa could comprehend. Something confusing, exhilarating, and... arousing.

"I'll give you an A," Theodore finally spoke, slipping Isa's paper into a drawer and putting an end to their conversation.

The young student was taken aback at first, almost having forgotten about the paper that prompted an office visit in the first place. 

"I... thank you, professor. I really appreciate it."

"Anything else?"

Isa stayed quiet, just as Theodore wanted. He needed to get the student out of here - before he couldn't hold back any longer.

But she finally replied. "Why do you study what you do?"

 The professor's answer was a dangerous one. Which is why he completely dodged the question. 

"It's getting late, Isa. You should head out."

"But - "

"Miss Blaire, I've never indulged this much with a student but whatever you think you want from me, you don't. You need to leave."

Theodore's voice was tense, a sharp and cold reprimand. It left no room for debate or defiance. And it turned Isa on. And she hated it. She hated herself for the intense attraction she felt towards the professor and it translated into frustration. 

"I only wanted my grade changed, nothing else," Isa retorted, letting an aurora of uncertainty hang in the air for a moment. Lie.

"Your reaction to me eventually giving you an A was anything but satisfied, Isa."

Just like all women born in the Blaire family, Isa had a smart mouth. "And I barely had to do anything to get it."

Theodore stood up from his chair, his broad shoulders and strong build elicited a forbidden feeling in Isa. His forearms were flexed as he gripped the edge of the desk, grey eyes aflame. 

"Don't tempt me, Isa."

"Or what." Isa was now standing, closing some of the distance between the two as they stood on opposite sides of the desk. They could feel each other's heavy breathing and bodily warmth...taunting. Isa's next words were the ultimate catalyst. 

"You would never lay a hand on a student."

The air stilled. Theodore's features hardened, both his fist and jaw clenched. It sent chills of fear down Isa's spine. 

The professor intimidated and dominated those around him - in private and within his work. Never had a student come into his office to made demands and taunts like this. 

Just put the girl in her place and move on.

No one would have to know. Theodore wouldn't allow anyone to know. If he wanted to punish his student, he would. While usually a strict adherent to his career and the rules that followed, the professor couldn't care less at the moment - his arrogant dominance clouding his thoughts. 

A trait that ultimately got him to where he was today.

Theodore removed his weight from the desk and made his way over to Isa. She held her breath as he passed her. Isa didn't dare look so she only heard the blinds of the window close with such force it made her flinch. 

Theodore returned back to his seat behind his desk, his eyes never leaving Isa's. He undid the first two buttons of his white dress shirt and adjusted the folded sleeves. 

"Get over my knee, Isa."

Isa's eyes widened. 

"Do not make me repeat myself." Theodore's order cut through the silence. "Move over here and get over my knee."