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Win she would, he had no idea what he was in for. He saw only a student, attractive, intelligent, but breakable. He had no idea just how much she could make him pay. He had taken for granted that she wanted him, were not in control of herself around him. But now she intended to switch the power. She wanted to see him beg.

Class had started, but she was waiting in the bathrooms. When she entered she wanted to be sure he would be there, would see her. She had dressed in a way she knew he could not ignore, hair curled and up, exposing her neck, which had been his go-to since the first time they had fucked. She had her cleavage out, a dare to him to try and take what she knew he craved, every aspect of what she was wearing had been planned to drive him mad.

One last look in the mirror to calm herself, to strengthen her resolve, she would have to be clever about this, be stronger than she had been with him before. Today she didn’t just want to get his body, she wanted to win his respect.

Finally, she could not leave it any longer. With a steady breath, she moved through the door. Toby had been kicked out of the class, so she had no support, no one she knew to try and hide behind. Instead, she walked with confidence, taking a seat right at the front of the class. She felt his eyes on her the entire time she moved, watching the slow sway of his hips. When she finally looked up she found a look in his eyes she recognised, dark and predatory, it was the promise of a hundred things she was terrified to want but desperate to unlock.

She met his gaze with confidence. Well then, she thought, let the games begin.

She left class quickly, not letting him catch her. This was integral to her plan. The entire lesson she had been engaged, maintaining eye contact, rubbing her neck, leaning over to draw his eye in just the right way. More importantly, she had argued with him at every point, even if she agreed, sparking his anger, which she knew by now was linked so closely to his arousal. Any opinion she knew he would hate she supported, just to see how riled up she could get him.

No doubt he had thought Lee would hang around, wait for his response when she was alone, he had certainly appeared to be taking his time packing up, but she knew better, she was gone before he had a chance to catch her.

Now, however, she was unsure what to expect. Everything had seemed so well thought out up until this point, leaving him wanting more. It had never occurred to her that she had no way to enjoy his suffering, no way to ensure he would come for her again. What if he was already bored of her games? What if he had found someone else to play with? What if he hadn’t actually been affected by her performance before? What had she expected to happen next?

She was interrupted from her train of thought by a knock. The lecturer broke off halfway through his boring rant to stare with shock at the door as an imposing figure moved through it. Even in the face of someone who should have been his superior Eric radiated confidence.

“Sorry Johnson.” He spoke with the utmost confidence, “I need to borrow one of your students. You know I wouldn’t do it if it wasn’t important.” He did not wait for the lecturer’s response gesturing for her to follow him. She did, having to fight to keep the smile off his face. This had worked even better than she had hoped.

His hand grabbed her arm as soon as they were out of the sight of the class, fingers digging hard into her skin. He marched so quickly she was not sure she could keep up, pulling her towards his office as if his life depended on it.

He all but threw her through the door, closing and locking it behind them.

“What’s so urgent you couldn’t wait for my class to finish.” She asked him, leaning against his desk, arms crossed, He pushed towards her, hands coming to rest at either side of her, forcing her close to him.

“Don’t play games with me. You’re not good enough at it.” He hissed, dangerous eyes meeting her own.

“Aren’t I?” His annoyance was written all over his face if nothing else she had gotten to him, and that was a start. It wasn’t enough, but it was a start.

“I’ll admit, your little performance this morning was… frustrating, but you know as well as I do, your mine, I can have you whenever I want you.” He lifted his hands to stroke her waist, eyes floating down the breast that was out on display, his touch, his gaze, was possessive, breathing so heavy she could feel it against the sensitive skin on her chest.

She lifted her hand, pushing his own away from her, “Maybe once, but I don’t want that anymore, I’m perfectly happy to turn you down.”

“What is it you want?” His fingers caught her legs, lifting her onto his desk as his lips made their way down her neck “You want it hard?” His kissed his way up to her ear, voice low, filled with the promise of everything he wanted to do to her. “I already give that to you.” His hands pulled her hard, pressing his hips to her own, fabric against fabric, making her wish she could tear the clothes away, “You want to make me work for it? Congratulations you have. But don’t fucking lie to me.” He pulled his lips from her, eyes staring into her own has he caught her face between his hands. She tried to look defiant, disinterested. There was something in his gaze, however, a look of victory that scared her. He had an idea, an idea he was proud of.”

He pressed her down, forcing her to lie against his desk as he slowly kissed his way down her body, lips on her neck, her collar, her breasts. He was hard, and unforgiving, sucking and biting, leaving a trail of heat as he slowly peeled away every layer of her clothes. She should have pushed him away, but she was enjoying it too much and were much too curious to know what he had planned to allow him to escape. She could do little more than wrap her hands in his hair, pulling his lips harder against her.

When his lips finally hit her hips she knew she was in trouble. He bit down hard on the skin there, forcing her to cry out, lifting her hips to him, allowing him to remove the underwear the guarded his prize, and lift her core to his lips.

That had always been the greatest part about Eric, the way he found a rhythm that matched hers so perfectly, sex with him was an argument, a debate, his lips, his tongue and his fingers worked perfectly to pull down her defences, exposing her very core to him.

His hands dug into her ass, lifting her off the desk completely, pushing himself harder against her, her toes curled, and her hips rolled. Her hands pulled at his hair, egging him on, as her lips parted crying with absolute delight at the waves he was sending through her, starting at his lips and moving across her whole body.

It was that feeling, that deep cry from right at her core, that bought her back to her senses. This could not continue. He would not win, not this time.

It took all her strength to pull his head away from her, pulling her hips out of his reach. She used a foot against his chest to push him further away. Heavy breaths made it hard for her to concentrate, desperately fighting the temptation to pull him towards her, to make him continue. She could see the same desire in his eyes, they struggled to focus as they looked at her in confusion. The desire in his eyes, however, had nothing on the very obvious desire that lay at his own hips.

“What do I want?” She asked him, sitting up to pull her skirt back down. “To start with you can get Toby back into class. Then, maybe, we can talk.” Her eyes lowered to his hips, a very obvious hint, before she lifted herself up, trying to appear much more composed than she actually was.