The click of the lock resonated through the office, a definitive end to any pretense. My heart hammered, a frantic drum against my ribs, echoing the wild throb between my legs. Professor Davies stood before me, silhouetted against the muted glow of the window, his eyes piercing through the dimness. Every nerve ending in my body vibrated with a desperate need.

He didn't speak. He simply reached out, his hand gently grasping my wrist. His touch sent a searing heat through me, pulling me closer. He drew me around the desk, away from the door, towards a large, plush leather couch that usually sat ignored in the corner. My legs...