Chapter 3: Rising Action
The classroom was a symphony of shadows, the dim light casting long, dancing fingers across the polished floor. The Teacher stood by the desk, her fingers tracing the edge of the wooden surface, her eyes locked onto the Student who stood before her, his presence a silent challenge.
"Bend over the desk, Kyndal," he commanded, his voice a low grown that sent a jolt of desire straight to my core . I raised an eyebrow, a slow, wicked smile spreading across my face.
"Is that an order, Elias?" I drawled, my voice laced with amusement and a hint of challenge. He smirked, his eyes darkening with desire.
"It can be," he replied, his voice a low rumble. "But I'd rather you did it because you want to, because you're aching for my touch as much as I'm aching for yours."
I bit my lip, my body already humming with anticipation. I wanted to feel him inside me, filling me, stretching me.