We finally arrived at her office. It was just like any other professor’s office, about the size of a standard 1LDK apartment. The space was dominated by a large, imposing desk cluttered with stacks of paperwork and textbooks, and a chair behind it, with a couple of chairs in front for visitors. A vase of fresh flowers by the window was the only thing that added a touch of warmth to the otherwise sterile environment.
“Get your butt seated, Leon,” Professor Irene commanded, her voice firm and no-nonsense.
I sank into one of the chairs in front of the desk, trying to ignore the way her eyes seemed to bore into me. Professor Irene settled behind the desk, her glasses catching the light and amplifying the intense glare she fixed on me. She looked like she meant serious business.
“Now then, tell me…” she said, her eyes locked onto mine with an unwavering intensity. “Or perhaps you should just come clean about why I really called you here. You know, don’t you?”
“Uh, I have no idea what you mean,” I said, playing dumb even though I knew exactly what she was hinting at.
It was clear she saw through my act.
“Don’t play dumb,” she said, her voice sharp and impatient. “I know you know exactly what I’m talking about.”
Her eyes, blazing with frustration, seemed to bore into me. My continued silence pushed her to her breaking point.
In a sudden, fierce movement, she stood up, her heels clicking decisively on the floor. She grabbed me by the collar of my uniform, yanking me closer with a firm grip.
“You’re trying to mess with me again, Leon,” she said, her voice a dangerous purr. “But this time, you’re not getting away. So tell me, why do you always make eye contact with me?”
I had my reasons, but I wasn’t ready to spill them just yet.
“You’re staring at me because you’re thinking, ‘This is the woman I fucked,’ right? You’re imagining that you’re the one who deflowered me. Is that what’s running through your mind?!” she demanded, her anger barely contained. Her voice cracked with frustration, and her eyes blazed with intensity, her gaze scorching through me.
“I’m not thinking anything like that,” I protested, trying to sound as earnest as possible. “Not at all.”
“You’re lying!” she yelled. “I see it in your eyes! You’re thinking about how you’ve had me, how you were the first to taste me, and how that makes you so fucking proud! You’re nothing but a manslut!”
After she spat out those words, she bowed her head, trying to shield her face from me.
“It’s not fair, Leon. You’re driving me insane…” she mumbled, though her frustration was unmistakable. “Be honest with me. Was the only reason you slept with me that day because of my body? Is that it? If not, then why the hell are you avoiding me completely now?”
“You told me to keep my word about it,” I said calmly.
“B-But you can’t just ignore me like this!” she protested, her voice quivering. “I mean, yeah, you’re keeping your word, I guess, but you haven’t spoken to me since then! This is all your fault, Leon!”
She was practically unraveling before me, her emotions teetering on the edge of complete breakdown.
“I’m sorry, Professor,” I said, attempting to soothe the chaos I had caused. “I didn’t mean to make you feel this way.”
“You’re making that face again, Leon,” she said, her voice trembling with barely contained anger. “I can’t take it anymore. You’re driving me absolutely crazy.”
In a sudden, fierce motion, she yanked me toward her and captured my lips with hers. I hadn’t anticipated this at all. It was so unexpected that my eyes flew wide open. But as her tongue invaded my mouth, I quickly closed my eyes and gave in, feeling the heat of her kiss deepen and her tongue intertwine with mine.
We both moaned into each other’s mouths, our lips barely parting as a silken strand of saliva connected us before snapping free. The sensation of our tongues entwining and sliding over one another sent jolts of pleasure through us, making our knees tremble with the intensity of it all. Then, we kissed again, this time with a raw, fiery passion that bordered on desperation.
“If you really didn’t mean to ignore me, then show me through your actions,” she demanded, her voice thick with need. She circled the table, her movements deliberate and seductively slow, until she was close enough to touch. “Let’s have sex right here.”
Her words were blunt and unambiguous, each one dripping with the weight of her desire. There was no mistaking her intent.
She then eased herself onto the table, her legs spreading slowly and provocatively. The stockings she wore hugged her thighs, making them look even more tantalizing and succulent, their sheer fabric emphasizing every curve.
The stockings were so sheer that I could easily see through them, revealing the tantalizing outline of her black lace panties beneath.
“I want you to sleep with me again,” she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. “Why don’t you start by putting your head between my thighs?”
She let her stiletto heels drop to the floor, the sharp clack echoing through the room as they hit the ground.
Her words carried a sadistic edge, a teasing cruelty that sent a shiver down my spine. Was this her true nature? Was she a sadist? Her tone and appearance certainly suggested she might be.
It looked like I would have to thoroughly educate this woman, make sure she understood who the real master was here. I couldn’t allow someone with a sadistic streak stronger to dominate this situation. I was going to be the one in control of this relationship.
However, I knew I had to play along for now, to soothe her temper. To get what I wanted, I had to indulge her desires. So, I dropped to my knees, grabbed one of her feet, and pressed a kiss against it. My lips traveled slowly upward, kissing along her foot, up to her calf, moving sensually over her knee, and finally up her leg to her thigh.
Irene couldn’t help but arch her head back, her body responding to the way my lips traced her skin. Slowly, deliberately, I made my way to the center of her crotch and began licking her there, right through the thin fabric of her stockings and her lace underwear.
