Behind Locked Doors

Chapter 5

"Fuck! Tom!" Anna moaned as her back arched off the bed. The orgasm that tore through her caused her head to spin and her eyes to roll to the back of her head.

As she came down from her high, Anna slowly slid her vibrator out from her core. She sighed and looked at the pink object. Long and thick, but not nearly as good as the real thing.

She shouldn't have been thinking about Tom while she got herself off but she couldn't help it anymore. Whenever Anna closed her eyes, she imagined what Tom could be doing with the picture that she gave him. She pictured the things he could be saying, thinking, feeling. It was sensory overload for her and she needed the relief.

Anna rolled over in her bed and ran her fingers over the sheets where Tom once laid. Biting her lip, her mind flickered through the possibilities of what she could do next. Tom began emailing her the assignments, much to her surprise, but the work was simply overwhelming. Even for her, she was having a hard time juggling it all. What was the purpose of this?

Was all of this really worth it just for one man? The realistic answer was no, no it wasn't. But Anna couldn't help the fact that this was something personal against her. If Anna was an asshole to him during their hook-ups, she'd accept his behavior and move on.

No, this was set now. If Tom was going to make moves against her, then Anna would make countermoves back. This was about proving a point now. She wasn't going to let Tom get away with this.

She was going to bring him to his knees and make him see just how much he needed her.

*

The stack of graded papers burned against Tom's arm as he sauntered into class. He knew what he was about to do was going to piss Anna off. It would piss her off a whole lot. He wasn't just bruising her confidence; he was damaging her success.

Tom pushed open the heavy doors to his lecture hall and kept his eyes on the ground. He could feel Anna's eyes on him but he wasn't quite ready to look at her. He knew that once he locked eyes with her, he would remember her photograph designed specifically for him. He couldn't risk getting stiff in his pants in front of his class - again.

Anna watched Tom make a beeline towards his desk and she almost couldn't suppress her moan. The man was adorning a light gray patterned suit and the stubble on his cheeks had grown in slightly. His glasses were hanging on the bridge of his nose as he kept his blue eyes facing the desk. She sure hoped what she had in store today would work. He was looking to irresistible for it to not.

"Good morning," Tom said as he arranged his papers on his desk. "The papers were, for the most part, fabulous. Most of you wrote exceptional essays but the rest, well, not so much."

Anna watched Tom fiddle with his stack of papers for the fourth time. Something in her gut told her that she wasn't going to be happy. It was ridiculous though. She worked on that paper for hours and she knew it was some of her best work.

"Just some housekeeping for your papers going forward, though," Tom said as he straightened his shoulders and glanced up. "Always proofread your work. I saw too many people with incorrect grammar. As upper-level university students, I shouldn't need to go over that. Secondly, quote form. Read up on it because, again, I'm not going to explain it to you."

Tom paused and let his eyes finally wander to Anna. She was wearing the same sundress she had worn when he first met her. Tom swallowed the lump in his throat and willed himself to continue.

"Lastly, the inclusion of pictures in your essays is severely unprofessional," Tom said with his eyes locked on Anna.

The girl smirked as she crossed her arms over her chest. So he saw her little surprise for him, how delightful. She could tell from the way his cheeks held just the tiniest hint of blush on them that he was recalling what he saw as well. Anna licked her lips and sat up straighter, a surge of confidence rolling through her.