BRITTANY'S POV

“We're gonna start with the basics, Miss Jackson,” His deep voice resonated in the empty classroom as I felt his hand traced my bare ass cheek.

I shuddered at the contact, my teeth grinding together as I tried to keep myself from moving despite the way my knees ached. The wooden edge of his desk bit into my skin since I was bent over it, my skirt raised high so my ass was bare and vulnerable.

Yes, I had gone back to his office on Monday to say that I failed his assignment and needed a private lesson so I could understand.

Maybe learning cells was actually really...