I watched her through the dim light of my office. My chest was tight, my heart hammering against my ribs that I hadn’t felt in years. For months, I had played the part of the cold Professor, the man with all the answers, but standing here with Elena, the mask was gone. I didn't want to be her teacher. I wanted to be her everything."Strip for daddy," I repeated. My voice was a low rasp, thick with a hunger that was starting to claw at my throat.She didn't move at first. Her eyes were wide, darting toward the locked door and then back to me. She was terrified, but under that fear, I saw the heat. I saw the way her chest rose and fell, her nipples poking against the thin fabric of her dress. She wanted this. She wanted to be seen.Slowly, her hands went to the hem of her dress. Her fingers were shaking, but she didn't stop. She began to pull the fabric up, inch by inch, exposing her milky skin.Gosh, she was perfect. Her legs were long and toned, her hips curving out
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