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"That is all for today," the Professor dismissed the crowded lecture hall. "Except you, Miss Sage, please stay behind. We have some matters to discuss," he called after my retreating figure.

The other students paid no attention as they rushed past me in a cacophonous haze. I stood still in my spot deciding if I should attempt to make a break for it, it was the end of the week after all, and I wouldn't have to face him until at least Monday. I let out an exhausted sigh, knowing that he wanted to talk about the lab report on muscle anatomy that I had failed to turn in last week despite his gracious extended deadline that gave me ample time to complete it. I took careful steps towards the front of the lecture hall, approaching his desk warily. He was standing beside the large desk, staring down at a bulky stack of papers in one hand, completely disregarding me. His overwhelming presence and towering stature were domineering in his professional attire. His dark hair was tousled and messy from the habit of combing his fingers through his hair. It complemented the faint shadow of stubble that loomed against his lower face and jawline. He used two fingers to push up the oval frames that slipped down his nose.

"Miss Sage, do you know where the Sartorius muscle is? How about the Gracilis muscle?" He abruptly looked up from the papers, harshly placing them on the desk before approaching my figure.

"Excuse me?" I asked in confusion at the arbitrary question that hung in the air.

"Do you know where the Sartorius and Gracilis muscles are located?" He repeated himself with evident annoyance that he had to do so.

His hands grasped at his tie, loosening the knot pressing against his throat, drawing my attention to the prominent Adam's apple that bobbed up and down on the front of his neck. I gulped, feeling blood rush to my cheeks before shaking my head in response to his question and quickly directing my gaze downwards at the outdated and worn flooring.

"Use your words, Miss Sage," he demanded.

I flinched at his firm tone, "No, I don't Professor." I let out a sigh of frustration and embarrassment.

"Get on the desk," he commanded boldly.

"Wh-what?" I stuttered, timidly peering up at him through my dark eyelashes in shock at the words that had left his lips.

I pondered if I heard him correctly or if my imagination was running amuck with deep fantasies that I dreamt about. I suppressed a small smile at the dirty thoughts running through my corrupt mind.

"I said. Get. On. The. Desk." He slowly enunciated each word, showing no signs of humor, nor patience.

A blush adorned my cheeks as I moved closer to the dark oak desk, bashfully turning to get his approval before hesitantly sitting against the edge of the smooth wood surface. His eyes narrowed at the short skirt that rose further up my thighs as I wiggled backwards on the desk, allowing my legs to dangle above the floor. He stepped closer, his gaze moving up my body and back to my flushed face. A musk of tobacco and cherries suffocated me as he came closer.

"Do you trust me?" His expression narrowed as he looked at me.

"Uh- um, yes," I weakly whispered, allowing my eyes to wander around the room, avoiding his intense scrutiny.

"Yes what?" He demanded, taking off his glasses and placing them beside me on the desk.

"Y-yes professor," I meekly corrected.

His large hands firmly gripped my knees before forcing them open in one swift motion, allowing the fabric of my skirt to rise even further up my exposed thighs. His burning touch lingered against my bare skin before he released my knees. I didn't want him to let go; I wanted his hands to explore my entire body. During his boring lectures on anatomy my mind wandered; I thought about how well he knew the body and how well he could probably please a woman. More than anything I wanted to experience his expertise.