Mine Tonight

ET ch 27 Mine tonight June 4 2017

Chapter 27

Educating Thalia

Collaboration by @avenger-nerd-mom & @devikafernando

AU FICTION

A collaboration 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.  Story updates are posted on Wednesdays and Sundays.

Word count: 4654

Warnings:  Language, Adult Situations, food porn, NSFW, nipple play, oral sex, face fuck, delayed gratification, edging, denied orgasm

Summary:  Chris takes Thalia on a date since their last meeting in public lead to a fight.  This time he intends to make it perfect.

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The next night, Chris can’t believe how beautiful she looks in the wrap style red dress with a simple gold chain at her neck.  The little pendant falls just so in her bountiful cleavage and he can’t wait to take a closer look at it later.  The heels honestly make her the same height as him, and he’s so honored to have her on his arm as the whole place seems to watch them walk to their table.  Her shoulders are back and her head is held high, but with his hand on the small of her back, he can feel her trembling, a total ball of nerves.  Holding her seat out for her, as she sits, he can’t help the small whistle of appreciation that escapes his lips.  “Christopher!  Behave yourself,” she admonishes him, her smile growing by the minute.

Pushing her chair in, he leans down over her shoulder, whispering in her ear.  “So does that dress have one or two ties holding it closed?”

“Stop it!” She blushes as she swats his arm.

Taking the seat closest to her, she eyes him warily.  “I believe it’s proper etiquette to sit across from the lady at dinner so you can admire her.  You’re in the wrong seat, sir.”

She halts her teasing when the waiter comes to take their drink orders.  Chris watches her bite her lip as his hand runs up her thigh, holding back his own laughter when she clamps her legs shut tight.

Pushing his hand away when the waiter leaves, she rises proper again.  “Chris, stop.  I mean,” she shakes her head and blushes.  “Chris.  I really don’t want you to stop, but,” she sighs and scrunches her face up the way she sometimes does when she doesn’t want to say what she needs to say that Chris finds so adorable.

“When you do that, and scrunch your nose and pout out your lips, it’s adorable,” Chris tells her.

Blushing, the pink rose brings out her freckles and he leans back in his seat, placing his hands on the table.  “What did you want to tell me, Niña?

She tilts her head back and pushes her hair from her face.  This is going to be a long night if he can’t stop his thoughts or his hands.  “Babe, I rarely get taken on ‘fancy’ dates like this.”  She gestures to the menu, “I don’t even know what half this stuff is; it’s exciting and makes me feel special.  I want to enjoy it.  I’ve worked in restaurants before.” Her hand rests on his, laying on the table.  “The staff always knows when the woman is getting groped under the table; I don’t want to be that gi- that woman tonight.  Please.”  She licks her lips nervously waiting for his response.

Nodding his head, he takes a drink of water with his free hand.  With his other, he turns it slowly and slides his fingers to entwine with hers.  “I understand; tonight is about you.” Reaching across he tucks her hair behind her ear and says, “Anything you want, just ask.  But I can’t control my thoughts and when I get you home with me tonight, you’re all mine.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” she grins.

Scouring the menu, they both make their decisions and laugh at the combination of fruits and vegetables in the salad.  She tears off a small bite of the seasoned garlic bread and her absolute joy is heavenly.  “Carbs,” she whispers.  “Oh, my God…”

“What are talking about?”  Laughing as he dips his bread in the olive oil.  “So we don’t ‘date’ but we eat together a lot.  I’ve seen you eat pizza, pancakes and hamburgers and those-”

“You know, as an adult male, those are really unhealthy food options.  I should feed you better,” she giggles.  “A Puerto Rican girl this size? She can cook!  Arroz con gandules…. Oh, as cold as it’s been I should fix asopao.  No. No, you’re Italian, I should make pastelón!  You’ll never want regular lasagna again.”

Her eyes gleam and dance, her accent growing thick as the foreign words fall from her lips.  “Yes to all of it, whatever you want, considering I have no idea what any of that is, but I love hearing you say it.   Growing up, did your family visit Puerto Rico?”

Thalia tells him her adventures as a child visiting her father’s family and running through the fields of sugarcane with her cousins who still lived on the island. She pauses long enough for the waiter to serve their meals and she turns her questions to him, asking about his travels and journeys as a historian.  Through discussion they even discover at one point they had both been swimming in the caves at Grand Cenote on the Yucatan peninsula within days of one another and had been to many ‘off the map’ historic stops, leaving them to wonder if they had crossed paths years before, when Thalia was still an undergrad.

The conversation flows freely and lightly.  Chris watches in awe as he can see her brain jump from one topic to the next and she shares so many random facts about the places they’ve both seen, things he didn’t even know.  Her skin glows in the candle light on the table and as she relaxes, her posture falls a bit, allowing the front of her dress to gape just enough to provide him with a lovely view.  Occasionally she rubs her leg against his and smiles innocently.  But the damn little lick of her lip lets him know she knows exactly what she’s doing.

When the meal winds down, Chris wipes his mouth on his napkin and lays it next to his plate.  “So Miss Teaching Assistant; what’s my grade?  Did I pass our first date?  You’re not still mad at me like the other night?  I wasn’t sure who to worry more about- you killing me or Jim?”

A quick pink rises up her chest and across her cheeks.  “Sorry about that little display.  Oh, but thank you by the way for the heater; you didn’t have to do that; you never answered my text? And I really hate presents, just so you know.” Tilting her head from side to side, she rubs her lips together.  “I was having a really bad day, but you know about that?  You reported the creep?  I heard about that…”  Her eyes drop briefly and the shade of pink grows darker.  “I spoke in anger, and I said things I didn’t me-”

Putting his hand over hers, “Thalia, you were right.  You’re too amazing to keep hidden away.  I should be taking you out, enjoying things with you.  And I sure as hell hope I’ve never made you feel the way you said.  If I did, I’m so, so sorry, and I will do everything I can to fix it. If I’ve ever made you feel not important or special to me-” Stopping himself he sighs.  He scoffs.  “Wanna hear something funny?  Everyone knew how crazy I was about my wife.   Oh, I know girls took my class just to get a look at me, and there were jokes about trading favors for As, but none of that was true.  Thalia, you are the first woman to catch my eye since my divorce.”  He grasps her hands and moves closer to her, looking into her dark eyes.  “I wanna make sure you hear this… When I make a commitment, I’m there.  I’m all in.  I may have sown a few wild oats after the divorce; I’d been with the same woman since I was twenty- two.  But revenge sex wasn’t all it was cracked up to be and at my age now, I grew tired of it.  I hadn’t been with anyone in nearly five months till you came along.  You are important to me. And too bad, there will be more gifts because I like getting little things for people I care about.  It’s no different than you making me dinner or bringing me breakfast on days we work together.”  He winks at her, removing his glasses and putting them in his coat pocket.  “And if I haven’t said it before, or made you feel it, shame on me.  I’d like to make that up to you tonight, if you’ll let me.”

Her eyes are wide with his confession and he wonders what she thinks. As he’s been talking her mouth has slowly dropped open, breathing as though she can’t get enough air and her hands are warm in his.  “Yes, Chris, I’d like that.  Very much.” Dropping her eyes, she blushes and says quietly, “You’re important to me too.  I like the time we share together.  It’s… different.”

Briefly he wonders if she means ‘different’ as in how the other man in her life treats her,or ‘different’ in general to past experiences.  For a split second, he considers asking her. But this isn’t the time or place and secretly he prides himself on keeping his jealousy to himself.  He has to make himself look good and doesn’t want to tip his hand, and show her how damn envious he really is.  “I like hearing that Thalia… I hope you don’t mind, but I have other plans for us tonight and I’d like-”

“No dessert?  Chris, you can’t take a fat girl to a fancy restaurant like this and not have dessert,” she laughs, tugging on his arm playfully.

“You’re not fat, dammit, and I know you’re saying that now as a joke, but I really wish you wouldn’t.”  His hand brushes against her thigh under the table and he feels her tremble as her breath catches and he moves closer to her.  Sweeping her hair over her shoulder, his fingers drag gently through her long tresses and her tongue flicks out to lick her lips in desire. “I like when you tremble at my touch, Niña.  It shows me you’re mine and you want me.  Every man in this room has their eyes on you; they want you.”  Leaning in the smell of sweet orchids on her skin fills his nose and heightens his senses.  “They are jealous of me and envision things we might do, and wish it was them.  And the women are envious of your beautiful hair and glowing skin.  You look positively radiant tonight darling.  Red is definitely your color.”

Tears rim her eyes and she blinks them away.  “I’m beautiful to you, Chris.  Thank you, but not everyone else sees me that way.”

He wonders again about her other companion and slowly pushes his chair back, signaling to the waiter.  “I’m sure someone does,” his tone hardens for a moment.  To the waiter, he simply hands over his credit card and asks for the rest of their meal to be boxed up.  Another server arrives to carry things away.  “I have a special treat planned for later, Niña.  You’ll get more than one type of sweet treat later, I promise.”

Giggling she shakes her head and pushes her chair back.  Chris rises as she does and she excuses herself to the ladies room.  Eyeing her as she saunters away, he worships the sway of her hips, the form fitting dress showing off every curve.

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Driving back into town, holding hands tightly in her lap, she watches the city pass through the window.  Taking his eyes from the road, he views her strong profile and his heart flips.  Turning to him, she winks at catching his gaze.  “Where are we?  I don’t recognize this part of town.”

“I wanted to be away from campus; found a duplex housing unit that had a playground for Avery.”

“Oh,” she whispers quietly.  “So we’re going back to your house?”

Sensing her hesitancy, he provides an out.  “We don’t have to; we can go back to your place… Or we can get a hotel?”

“No. No hotels.”  She fidgets in her seat, looking out the window as she gathers her thoughts.  In her quiet husky tone she admits, “It just feels really… intimate.  That’s your home, with your daughter.  Are you sure?”

Raising their hands to his lips, he turns the car down the dark road and gently kisses the back of her hand.  Sighing happily, he tells her.  “I appreciate your concern, Thalia, but I‘m a grown man.  I wouldn’t bring you here if I didn’t want you to be a part of my life, whatever part of it you want.  Avery’s not here, of course, and to be honest, I haven’t decided yet about you two meeting.  She’d love you, and no one can help but fall in love with her. It’s just-”

“If she’s half as amazing as her dad, I’m sure I would adore her.  Babe, you don’t have to explain it to me.” Her eyes glisten in the dark.  “Kid of divorce.  I get it.  It takes a special person to take on additional baggage.  Some days I feel like just a kid myself…” Her voice changes.  “And no child should be subjected to growing attached to new people who appear in their lives just as suddenly as they leave.  You’ll know when and if it’s right for us to meet…”

In the driveway, he places the car in park.  “Thalia Bareo, I don’t think there’s anything you can’t handle.  You’re so giving and flexible, and you-”

Her giggles stop him and he starts laughing too.  “And you have a very filthy mind, and I adore that.”

Reaching over to her in the dark he wraps his fingers in her thick mass of curls and she doesn’t even wait for him to pull her close.  Their lips collide in the middle, meeting over the damn center console.  Her hands grip his tie and yanks him to her as their mouths open and their tongues caress against one another and she releases a lusty sigh. “Been waiting on you all night to do that; took you long enough,” she teases.

His hands reach into her warm winter coat and he pulls away at the top of her dress, groping at her full breast under the satin and lace.  Loudly she moans against his mouth and his cock stirs.  God, he wants her.  He wastes no time and pushes her back, leaning over the center divide between them to rest against her as he kneads at the tender flesh peeking out of her bra.  Shoving the fabric aside he exposes one of her dark nipples to the cold air and pinches it between his fingers. Greedy, his kisses grow with intensity as he alternates between kissing her deeply and nipping at her swollen lips.  While their mouths reacquaint with one another, Thalia loosens his tie and makes haste with the buttons on his crisp white dress shirt.

Cold from the winter air her hands dart across his skin in feather light touches, running her fingertips through the soft scattering of hair on his chest.  Sliding his mouth down over her jawline, he licks a stripe of wet along her exposed graceful neck before nibbling back up to her ear.  She tilts her head back against the cold glass window and she finds her words again.  “We’re not fourteen and you’re gonna hurt yourself there, big boy,” she teases as her hands slide down to rest on his waist, his hard cock pressing into her belly.  “And it’s cold as hell out here. I’m assuming your bed is warmer?”

Climbing off her, he collapses into his seat.  “I knew I should have asked for the mini-van in the divorce,” he chuckles, squeezing her fingertips.

She simply rolls her eyes.  “I’m a lady, kind sir.  I don’t shag in a vehicle,” she teases with the mocked air of royalty.

“Fine, Princess.  Stay seated, let me help you.  The driveway is slick.”  Looking over to her beautifully aroused body he reaches across and pulls her dress back in place over her exposed breasts.  “Wrap back up.  It’s cold, and I don’t want you getting sick.”

Getting out of the car and watching for ice himself, he mumbles aloud.  “‘I don’t want you getting sick.’  Hell, I’m not her father. That’s just weird, Chris, get it together.”

A sound makes him look at her through the front window and he sees her hiding behind her hand, her eyes wide.  He raises his arms to shrug a silent question and slips on the ice, catching himself on the grill of the car.  “Fuck,” he mutters. “Good going. Throw out your back like on old man before you can even get her in bed, Jesus fuckin’-”

Reaching for her door handle, he laughs when he opens it and she has a small pair of flats sitting in her lap.  “Is that why your purse is so big? You had shoes in there?  Or is it like a closet door to Narnia,” he teases.

Spinning around on her ample bottom, her skirt hikes up, exposing her bare thigh as she swings her feet out to the ground.   His eyes follow along the long stretch of her leg as she quickly removes her heels and replaces them with the flats.  “A Narnia reference, really? I would have gone with Hermione’s handbag myself.”

“Who?” he laughs but loses his attention when she runs her hand down her leg to put on the other slipper.  Damn.  The image of her hands caressing over her dark skin makes him hard.  He’s been holding his thoughts in all evening and now he can allow them to run free. A release of sorts…

“The heels go back on later,” he says gruffly, thankful for the long winter wool coat hiding his growing bulge. “Were you laughing at me?”

Nodding her head vigorously her curls shake rapidly.  “I was! I could hear you talking to yourself, you fool.” She blushes and her smile grins from ear to ear. “Its sweet you worry about me but please, dear God, don’t throw out your back,” she giggles again, hiding behind her hand.

Blushing, he whispers, “Damn. You weren’t supposed to hear all that.”

He holds his arm out to her and she rises carefully, making sure the surface isn’t slick.  Out of the car, he kisses her again, inhaling her warm breath and then blowing it back out to see the bubble of condensation released into the winter night air.  Reaching for the left overs in the back seat, he then holds his arm to her, crooked at the elbow for her to link hers in his.  “If we fall, I’m grabbing for the steaks and you have to fend for yourself,” she tells him and they both nearly fall on the patch of ice when they throw their heads back in laughter.

Walking up the front sidewalk, he’s focused on their steps, so they don’t get hurt. She makes him feel young and vibrant, and he almost wishes they were dressed better for an impromptu snowball fight.  The idea makes him smile, picturing the two of them rolling around in the snow, trying to shove it down each other’s shirts and going inside later for a hot shower to warm up and-

“What the hell!”   He’s startled by the cold against his cheek and neck.

“You squeal like a girl!”  Laughing, she drops his arm and moves quickly ahead, more snow from the bushes in her gloved  hands.  “Chicago, babe.  I know how to pack a snowball.”  She throws it and hits him squarely in the chest.

“Fuck!” He shouts stalking towards her as she grabs the porch rail and moves away from him. “Tomorrow. Tomorrow we will dress for a proper fight, and I will show you how a Boston boy makes snowballs.”

“Boston boys are all talk,” she taunts him brushing the snow from his coat while he unlocks the front door.

Her playful smile tugs at his heart but he doesn’t want to let his guard down now.

The door unlocked, he quickly snakes his free hand around her waist, pulling her close.  “Lucky for you we’re all action too,” he says, kicking the door open and walking her backwards over the threshold.  Closing it against the cold air, he tosses the bag of food on the floor and spins her, pinning her back against the wooden door.

“Oh, really? Next thing you know, you’ll be trying to tell me Fenway’s better than Wrigley,” she taunts, her breathing already labored as he pulls at the buttons on her coat and rocks his body against hers, his mouth devouring her neck.

He bites roughly and she sucks in the air deeply, but no sound is released. Her head falls to the side, silent approval of his force and he bites again, his hands finally inside her coat.  He growls against her skin, “I’m going to forget you said that.  I’m going to make you forget everything tonight. You’re mine tonight, Thalia, do you understand me?”

“All yours, babe.” The smile is evident in her voice.

His lips continue to lick and suck her neck, but he doesn’t leave any marks.  Not yet.  His hands rub firmly over the front of her body and he grabs the lapels of her coat, pulling her close and away from the door.  Quickly he yanks it off of her and then removes his as her hands grasp at his tie- the tie she gave him, and tugs at the other buttons on his shirt. Pulling harder than intended, she gasps when one little disk flies off and her mouth forms a perfectly round “oh.”

“Oh, baby, that’s so beautiful when your mouth does that.” He runs his fingertip across her glossed lips as she pushes his shirt back over his shoulders, and down his arms.  Her tongue teases the rough pad of skin and he dips his finger inside her mouth.  Her eyes instantaneously darken and the heated sound she makes is very primal, hitting Chris in his gut.  Her lips wrap around his finger and her tongue strokes the length.  One hand still claws at his bicep, but the other takes hold of his hand at her mouth.  Gripping his wrist tightly, she slides his hand in and out, a promise of what’s to happen.

Chris can’t take it.  His voice is dark and deep.  “Fuuuck… On your knees.  Do it again.”

Stepping back slightly, he makes room for her, staring in disbelief as she tugs free the ties from her dress and it falls open to reveal a cream colored satin lingerie set with black lace.  The outline of her new tattoo peeks above the lace and he can’t wait to feast his eyes and lips upon the ink stain on her skin.  She shimmies out of the covering and drops to her knees, grabbing for his belt buckle and pulling on it roughly.  “Beautiful, Thalia. Fucking beautiful,” he sighs as her manicured nails tease at his bulge hidden in his dress slacks.

His head drops forward to watch her as she tugs free the belt from his waist.  He shrugs the shirt from his shoulders, pulling it loose from the waist of his pants.  When she she tilts her head  back and their eyes connect he is lost in their chocolate depths.  Dark and husky she asks, “Can I touch you?”

Asking permission.  Fuck, that’s so hot.  He simply grunts in response, at a loss for words.

Slowly her hand slides the zipper down, feathering her fingers along the exposed fabric of his boxer briefs.  Uncontrollably he jumps at the attention and his cock throbs for more of her touch.  He just wants to tell her to hurry up, but she deserves the right to some control as well.  She’s so damn good at it.  His precome seeps through the elastic waistband as her hand reaches in his pants and cups under his balls,the fabric rough against his tight skin. Lifting up from her knees, she brings her mouth to his covered cock and blows warmly across him.

Weakened by the open mouthed kisses she places on the cotton fabric, he clutches his hands at his side, bracing himself not to rush her.  Her breath hot, her nose brushes from his base to the tip.  Tucking her fingers in the waist of his pants, she pulls both garments down tugging over the curve of his toned ass.  As he pops free his hard shaft springs into her face and she instantly takes it into her mouth, pushing his pants down his long legs.  Her lips tease just his head and he falls forward reaching out to the closed door to catch himself. Tantalizingly her tongue swirls around the swollen tip as she taps his leg to step out of the clothing.  Caressing her hands up the backs of his legs she squeezes and pulls his ass cheeks and his heightened breaths fill the air.  “So fucking good, Niña.”

She begins to take skillful measures with her tongue and teeth, skimming over his veiny ridges as she sucks him into her mouth.  His free hand grasps her hair and pulls it tight and she stops, understanding the unspoken command.  Stretched, her mouth still holds him.  The longer he makes her wait he can feel her salivating, her mouth literally watering for him.

“Do you want it?” he asks gruffly, tugging her hair.

Her teeth clamp on him, but not too rough and her muffled sound is affirmative.  Releasing her pressure, he wraps her hair tighter around his hand and grasps the back of her head, holding her still as he begins to face fuck her, reaching the back of her throat and she takes every inch.  Her eyes watering, he slows as her hands slide around the front of his thighs and her thumbs push against his taint. His moans fill the air and his sac tightens.  The caresses of her hands and mouth are just perfect and he’d love nothing more than to shoot his load into her mouth.  Loosening the grip on the back of her head, her hands continue kneading him and slip around to gently hold his balls, rolling them between her fingers. The other hand grasps his shaft, adding a sinful stroking motion to coincide with the sliding of her hot pink lips.

The vision below him is heaven and he’s so close to coming.  His hand wraps over the top of hers and he aids with the pulling and tugging, adding extra force.  The feeling wells up from his toes but he holds back, not wanting the sensation to end.  Tilting her head up her eyes are full of lust as he watches her glide across his cock again.

Thalia pulls off with an echoing smack.  Still stroking him, eyes connected with his, her smile grows wide and devilish.  Her hands still and she rises up to a standing position, confined in the space between him and the door.  She wipes the spit from her lips and flicks her tongue out quickly.

Chris can’t believe it.  She’s carried him to the brink and stopped…  He chuckles and bites his lip, continuing to pump on his own.  Thalia leans her ass against the door, reaching through the pile of clothes for her discarded heels.  She lifts one leg and slides a shoe on as he had requested, then repeats the same with the other, running her hands up her curvy legs, stopping at the top of her thick thighs to adjust her panties.

“I’d stop that if I were you.  I didn’t say you could come yet,” she declares as she walks out from under his arm, the confident clicking of her shoes against the hardwood floors.  His silk tie is in her hand and trailing the floor behind her.  “You promised dessert.  Where’s the kitchen?”

Pure evil.  Pure sass. Pure Thalia.

Click here to read Chapter 28 Just Desserts

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Naughty Girl

et ch 5

Educating Thalia: Chapter 5

Collaboration by @devikafernando & @avenger-nerd-mom

AU FICTION

@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

Click here for the novella, Educating Thalia

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.

“Come in.”

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.

“Evans.”

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?”

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