Everything he taught me ...

Chemistry homework

Today was the first day of the PTP lessons. The lessons with Jenkins.  He told me to bring every homework I needed help with, so I did. It's not like I really need the help, I just don't feel like doing shit for school, but oh i wouldn't miss this sweet opportunity for anything.
I quickly open the door, hurrying in the room where he is already waiting for me, a quick wink and a smirk follow. Why does he always do this, it's making me so fucking nervous. It's only when I enter the room, that he realizes what I'm wearing, or rather what I am not wearing. I switched my usual baggy jeans and oversized shirt for a scandalously short mini skirt, which I had to pull down as much as possible to pass the schools dresscode but I made sure to pull it back up, where it only covered the most necessary parts, before entering the room. I matched the little thing with a way too sexy blouse, a deep cut that reached down to a point, where you could almost - but not quite - see my bra. His cheeks were now the color of the soft red material that lingered on my body and I saw him clenching his jaw. Fuck, his jawline was so sharp. The features in his face were manly and his gorgeous eyes made me melt. „You little slut ...", he bit his lip and his voice was so breathy I barely heard him. „Excuse me?", I smirk knowing exactly that he was right about the accusation. „How the fuck do you think I'll be able to concentrate on whatever shit you brought for us to do." „Oh, so you're not good at chemistry?", I pout a little, joking in my usual sarcastic way. If anything was right about this whole situation, it was the chemistry. „If we'll only be figuring out chemistry, I should manage." „I hope you do, you're my mentor after all." „Oh darling let me tell you, I'll teach you everything you want to know ... about chemistry."
Just like that I get closer to him, making sure to walk as slow as possible, taking my time with driving him insane. I put my homework on the table and purposely drop a pen - whoops. I carefully bend down, exposing a bit of the Lacey black material under my skirt. „Fuck my life", he groans behind me and I feel the tension growing. „Am I not already?"
I feel like I may have crossed a border, saying that last sentence, or saying anything at all to be honest, suddenly I feel his hand around my wrist again, he carefully pushes my back against the table and walls me in with his well-trained arms. Why is he always doing that, I think to myself feeling warm and the bad kind of butterflies in my tummy. „I'm telling you now Sirena ...", my name sounded different when he said it. Sexier. Deeper. Like it had so much more meaning than when anyone else said it. „ ... If you keep on teasing, there will be consequences, which I'm not sure you're ready for. I can fuck you right here, right now, on this table - but I will only do so, if you ask me to." „If you can, why don't you." „Because I'm waiting for your fucking permission", he groans. The room is full of euphoria and I struggle to catch my breath. „I am in charge?", zero one for me. Fuck how I love the feeling of being a leader. The feeling of respect, of control. „Yes.", he breathes out, his lips touching my ear. „Then I tell you to fuck me. Right here. Right now. On this table." He leans in to kiss me and smiles against my lips as he does. Oh god, I think I have never been this wet before. I feel the kiss deepen and his hand on my neck. I moan quietly and then remember we're still in school and hush. His hand is stroking my thigh up and down making me so horny and then he - he stops. No! He can't do that, he can't just. He takes a pen from the desk and uncaps it, coming closer to me he takes my hand into his and turns it to write something on it. J. C. J. - It's his initials. „You belong to me. Understood?" I shyly nod my head in disbelief of what just happened right now. God I- „Good.", he whispers. Than he sits down at his chair and takes a brief look at the papers I brought before telling me: „Oh and sweetheart, That's Physics not Chemistry." I blush. I blush and my cheeks heat up and I want to throw up. He is in charge. He is my boss. And it doesn't look like that will change any time soon.