As soon as he saw her, he knew he was in trouble. She was the forbidden fruit – sweet, nubile, and tantalizingly out of reach.
He tried to ignore her, tried to push her out of his mind, but she was at all times there, swirling around in his thoughts until he couldn’t help but imagine all the methods he could make her scream.
He was her professor, of course, and that made it even worse. He knew he shouldn’t be thinking about her like that, but he couldn’t help it. She was his darkest desire, his deepest temptation, and he knew that sooner or later, he was gonna cross the line.
One day, after class, he found himself alone with her in his office. It was late, the rest of the faculty had gone home, and there was no one to stop him from giving in to his urges.
He watched her as she sat in front of him, her body language so open and inviting. She licked her lips and bit down on the bottom one, and he could feel himself growing hard beneath his pants.
“Is there something you need, Professor?” she asked, her voice soft and sultry.
He tried to keep his cool, tried to maintain his professorial demeanor, but it was a losing battle. He knew he couldn’t withstand her any longer.
He stood up and walked around his desk, his eyes locked onto hers. She didn’t flinch – if anything, she seemed to be welcoming him closer.
“Come here,” he said, his voice husky with desire.
She stood up and walked towards him, her hips swaying provocatively, and when she was close enough, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close.
Their lips met in a fiery kiss, and the taste of her tongue on his only increased the flame burning inside of him.
Without a word, he picked her up and placed her on his desk, spreading her legs and sinking into her tight, wet heat. She moaned loudly, throwing her head back in ecstasy as he thrusted into her again and again.
They were bound by desire, ravaged by their need for each other in a way that was both primal and taboo.
As they finished, he knew that he had crossed a line that could never be un-crossed. But he couldn’t help it – he was addicted to her, to the way she made him feel, to the way she surrendered to him without question.
Their secret liaison continued for weeks, each encounter more intense than the last. He would command her, ordering her to do unspeakably erotic things, and she would obey, her willingness to submit to him only adding fuel to the fire inside of him.
But all good things must come to an end, and their tryst was no exception. One day, after class, he was summoned to the dean’s office.
There, waiting for him, was a group of somber-looking individuals who told him that his behavior had been reported and that the college would be investigating.
He knew it was over, and he knew that he had no one to blame but himself. But he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of regret – for the loss of his job, certainly, but more so for the loss of his forbidden fruit.
As he walked out of the office, his world shattered, he knew that he would never forget that time in his life, that taboo tale of submission and seduction that would forever haunt him.