Educating Thalia: Chapter 5
Collaboration by @devikafernando & @avenger-nerd-mom
@devikafernando and @avenger-nerd-mom are presenting a collaboration together involving Professor Hiddleston and Professor Evans! The two are rivals at a posh New England university and have no idea they both have taken interest in the lovely Thalia Bareo. She’s a grad student with interests in language and history; a sassy full-figured Puerto Rican girl from Chicago
Word count: 2415
Warnings: Language, Adult Situations, NSFW, Dom Tom, spanking, oral sex, fingering, edging, denied orgasm
Summary: Professor Tom calls Thalia into his office to punish her for her behavior in class
Tom paces like a caged tiger in his office, waiting for the endless ten minutes to pass. When he hears a knock on the door, he dashes behind his desk and sits down, telling himself he needs to retain at least a pretense at control.
Thalia enters, looking not the least bit remorseful.
“Lock the door,” he orders quietly and sees her eyes widen and darken.
She does as told, then walks to his desk and rests a hand on her broad hip.
“You wanted to see me, Tom?”
He grips the desk hard to keep himself from either snarling at her or kissing her senseless. How about both?
It rubs him the wrong way that she calls him Tom in this situation, but it goes with the defiant lift of her chin and hand on her hip. Why is that a turn-on when he should be mad at her?
Tom swallows, but he can barely keep it together.
“Why are you wearing this?” he barks, gesturing harshly towards her skimpy plaid skirt and the rest of her ball-busting outfit.
Thalia opens her eyes wide, long lashes fluttering.
“Um, why do I wear clothes? Would you rather I came to class naked?”
Despite his emotional state, he can’t help chuckle at that, and her answering grin is way too sexy.
“Naked is always better.” He leans forward, long fingers rubbing his jaw. “In fact, if I could have a say in things, I’d lock you up in a luxury suite and have you spend a whole day parading around in front of me in your birthday suit. Now that would be a sight to behold, don’t you think, darling?”
A flush creeps up her neck, and Thalia sucks in a breath.
Pleased that he’s slowly getting the upper hand again, Tom leans back in his chair and crosses his arms. He has ditched the jacket, wearing only a ratty grey V-neck T-shirt, and he sees her gaze admire the way it stretches across his biceps.
He hasn’t told her to sit down, and he isn’t planning to do so any time soon.
“You know what I mean,” he admonished. “Why the hell did you choose this outfit and let all those wankers ogle you? Didn’t I make myself clear that you’re mine?”
His voices drops into a lower register at the last word, practically growling ‘mine’ because she makes him feel so possessive.
He notices the effect those words have on her, but her defiant expression slips only momentarily. She steps closer and plants her hands on the desk, giving him a view of her cleavage that has him choke back a groan.
“I don’t belong to anyone, Tom. Not in that way.”
He hauls in a deep breath through flaring nostrils, her orchid scent hardening his cock even more.
Fixing her in a stern glare through his glasses, he struggles desperately to keep control. There’s a tiny hint of anger in her voice, which makes him wonder whether he’s gone too far.
“I didn’t mean it like that. But you’ve never been a flirt,” he tries to reason with her. “Why now?”
Thalia straightens up and rolls her eyes, and he’s ever so tempted to put her over his lap and spank her for the rude gesture.
“I swear, Professor Hiddleston, sometimes you’re a bit slow to catch on,” she mutters, and he’s out of his chair and by her side in a flash.
Gripping her chin firmly but not painfully, he jerks her head up and leans so close she can feel his breath on her face.
“Careful, young lady. Have you forgotten who’s made you scream so beautifully and come all over the place?”
Her throat works, and her pupils dilate, but she stands her ground.
“I haven’t forgotten a thing,” she says after a moment, and this time her voice is laced with anger and something else he can’t quite put his finger on. Hurt? Disappointment?
“But it seems you’ve chosen to forget I even exist.” The words come out in a rush, almost as if she’d rather keep them in.
She yanks her chin out of his grip and takes a step back, but Tom follows and cages her in against the desk, like a wild cat stalking his prey.
“What do you mean?” he half-growls, knowing full well what she’s talking about but needing her to admit it.
She makes a frustrated sound and folds her arms over her ample bosom.
“I wore this outfit for you today, believe it or not.” She scoffs, but her eyes tell a different story. “Because I couldn’t stand you ignoring me. I wanted to make you see what you could have if you’d just own up to it.”
Tom’s eyebrows rise before he scowls. He grabs her arms and pulls her into him, gratified when she lets him hug her without any resistance.
“Darling, you have no idea how difficult it was to behave like that, to create a distance between us? Believe me, if I could, I’d be all over you, all the time. I’d make you wish I would ignore you so you could have a moment to breathe. But we can’t. Surely you understand that.”
He tightens his hold on her, content for a moment to simply embrace her and feel her curves against his hardness. Tugging on her braid, he leans her head back a fraction to gaze into her troubled eyes.
“You want me to own up? Really? And that would get us where exactly? Hm?”
After a moment, she lowers her eyes and sighs. “I know, I just…”
“I understand,” he whispers and rubs her back in a soothing caress.
When he steps away and takes her hands in his, she stares at him full of expectations, and the look in her eyes nearly slays him. God, how he wishes things were different between them, although it’s also a thrill to have this forbidden edge to what they’re doing.
“Never doubt that I want you,” he tells her sincerely. “You’re on my mind all the time, and I want to curse you for the power you wield over me.”
He cups her face, pleased when she leans her cheek into his touch. “Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind,” he quotes from Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream—then wishes he didn’t say it because he’s dropped the l-bomb and it’s totally inappropriate for whatever magical connection they’re sharing.
But as so often, Thalia seems to get what he’s trying to convey.
“Then show me how much you want me,” she says, a husky demand that makes his cock twitch.
Tom rubs his thumb over her lower lip and tugs it down a little. He dips it in further, brushes it over her teeth and the tip of her tongue and watches her eyes grow dark and shiny.
“You want me to show you?”
She nods eagerly, then recalls his earlier instructions and pleads, “Yes, please.”
Jesus, this woman is his undoing.
Tom steps back so abruptly she sways towards him before she catches herself.
“Turn around,” he commands, fighting hard to keep the upper hand, although he wants nothing more than to make her his again and become hers in the process.
“Bend over, arms on the desk, ass in the air.”
Thalia shivers but does as he says. Her position makes her look deliciously compromised, the short skirt baring a flash of red panties.
With a start, Tom realizes that the black tights are gone and he’s been much too preoccupied to notice it earlier. A smirk curls his thin lips.
“You really are a naughty girl.” he says softly, watching her shift and squirm a little. “Couldn’t wait to prance into my office and try your hand at seduction, could you? Are you dying to have my hands on your legs? Or maybe my mouth in between them?”
The only answer he gets is a suppressed whimper, so soft that he almost misses it.
He runs the tips of his fingers over her now bare thigh, first on the outside and then on the inside, almost touching her pantyline.
Thalia shivers. He repeats the teasing movement, letting his nails gently rake over her skin this time.
“Answer me. Are you a naughty girl?”
He can hear her breathing harder. For a moment, she remains silent. Then she replies in a half-defiant, half-needy voice, “Yes. I’ve been naughty…sir.”
Licking his lips, Tom takes a step closer.
“And you know what happens to naughty girls, right?”
Another pause. Will his smart Thalia get what he’s waiting for?
“They…they get punished?”
It comes out sounding like a question, but it’s a huge turn-on nevertheless.
“That’s right,” he whispers darkly.
Carefully controlling himself, Tom leans forward and drapes his body over hers. He pushes his hips up against her, rubbing his bulge against her peachy cheeks. Both of them hiss at the tantalizing friction.
He grabs her braid and pulls her head up and back for a kiss that is passionate and demanding. Biting her lip almost hard enough to cause her pain, he withdraws. After gliding his fingers through her hair and over her nape, using his nails again to awaken goose bumps on her sensitive skin, he pushes her head down so it rests on one forearm.
“Stay exactly like this. I don’t want to hear a sound from you, is that clear?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispers, her lips pressed against her own arm.
Fuck, how is he supposed to keep his wits around her?
Breathing in deeply a few times, he moves away enough to lift her skirt above her ass. He licks his lips at the sight of the gorgeous globes he grabbed so greedily a few days ago. Softly, he brushes his fingertips over the fire-engine-colored material of her panties, then rubs against the seams so he’s barely touching her naked flesh.
“Not a sound,” he repeats his warning, and he can feel her tense, the muscles in her thighs and butt clenching invitingly.
Lifting his arm, he lands a resounding smack on one ass cheek, causing her to rear up with a startled squeaky gasp.
Tom makes a tutting sound and pushes her back down, gently but firmly.
“Not a single sound, Thalia. This is your punishment for being so naughty and making the lecture hell for me to live through.”
He rubs his hand soothingly over the redness of the slapped cheek, although he hasn’t hit her hard enough to leave finger marks.
Waiting until she looks less tense, he lands a slightly harder blow on the other cheek, and this time he can see her bite her forearm to muffle her sound of unwilling arousal.
Oh yes, she’s taking this well. It makes him consider a true spanking, but he reins in his thoughts before his libido will get the better of him.
“And this is punishment for making me have to endure thoughts of you dressed like this for the rest of the day.”
Before she has time to recover, he lands two quick slaps on each ass cheek, grinding out through clenched teeth, “And these are for making it a plaid skirt and knowing damn fucking well what it would do to me.”
Thalia moans softly when he soothes the sting, and he shushes her before squatting down.
“And this,” he says in a gravelly voice before sucking her inner thigh hard enough to leave a mark, “is to show you how much I want you.”
Without warning, he licks her from behind, his tongue gliding over her damp panties.
Thalia bucks against him but keeps quiet, so he gives her another stroke of his tongue over her lace-clad folds. He uses his hands to spread her thighs before nudging the now drenched fabric aside with two fingers.
Leaning in, he blows air onto her wet pussy, chuckling at her full-body shiver. But he can’t deny himself and her the pleasure any longer.
Tom buries his tongue inside her, licking and probing and thrusting until she’s a writhing mass of muffled desperate sounds and he’s so turned on he feels like exploding.
He lifts a hand to press his finger against her engorged clit, not rubbing or stroking but just adding enough pressure to make her stifled whimpers louder. Gone are all thoughts of keeping her quiet or reprimanding her because he’s lost in her taste and the thrill of the moment. Angling his head, Tom lets his tongue delve in as deep as it can get and fucks her with it until she’s clenching around him.
With an obscenely wet sound, he pulls back and gives her one last thorough lick, leaving her hanging right on the brink of orgasm.
For a moment, Thalia remains like this, and he feasts his eyes on her glistening cunt, contracting desperately on nothing.
“Tom, please,” she whines, raising her head. “Oh God, I’m so close, just… please…”
He stands up and wipes his mouth with the back of a hand, quirking an eyebrow at her pleading expression when she looks at him over her shoulder. He likes it that she’s not really daring to move, although she’s defied his order for silence.
“What’s the matter, darling? Do you need something?” he asks, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Her sound of frustration tempts his resolve, but he steels himself against the urge to please her, knowing that his reward will be glorious later.
“Please, Tom, make me come. I need to… uh, dammit, Tom…”
As if nothing has happened, he brushes her panties into place and tugs her skirt back down, taking extra care to touch her and make matters worse.
“Oh, no, darling, no coming for you just now. You need to be a good girl for me to allow you to climax, and you were far too naughty today.”
He pulls her into a standing position, noticing how weak-kneed and flushed she is. Moving a tendril of hair behind her ear with painful tenderness, he takes her mouth in another passionate kiss so she can taste herself on his tongue.
“Ever heard of delayed gratification, love?” he asks her with a mischievous glint in his blue eyes.
Thalia stares at him, chest heaving. If looks could kill, he’d be dropping dead right about now.
With a chuckle, he smooths his hands over her clothes and yanks on the skirt’s hem so it covers a fraction more of her thighs.
“Now off you go like an obedient little college girl to attend your lectures.”
He turns her around by her shoulders and steers her towards the door. While he leans over to open the lock, he whispers into her ear, “I’ll text you this evening. Be ready at around 8 to go to the address I’m sending you. I promise, I’ll make the waiting worth it, darling.”
Tom steps away from her and opens the door – only to find one of his colleagues, Professor Evans from the history department, standing there with his fist raised to knock.
Thalia lowers her head, half hiding her face as she walks away quickly.
“Remember to have the details ready by tomorrow,” Tom calls after her, hoping to God his voice sounds normal and that the smell of sex between them isn’t evident in the air.
He turns to his colleague Chris and gives him a polite nod.
The professor with his scruffy jaw and close-cropped hair quirks an eyebrow at him and smirks.
“Hiddleston. Found someone to do all the work for you, have ya?”
Tom is used to jibes from him, so he lets it slide.
“Thalia is…a very special student of mine,” he says in as neutral a tone as he can manage. “Now, how may I help you?”
Click here for Chapter 6, Just a Girl
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