Marielena Alvarez is a college student studying as a business major in order to focus on her parent's dreams to achieve a better life. But she finds herself continuously drawn into her true passion, writing. Marielena is a famous faceless writer, he...
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I got up early today to get to class, I had marketing first and wanted to talk with professor Salvatore. I wanted to know more about his opinion of the author. Well basically me. Misha, A. My author's name.
I walked into the lecture hall, the room was silent aside from the constant clicking coming from Mr. Salvatore's laptop. He sat down at his desk, typing away until his eyes averted to me.
He pushed his chair a bit from his desk in order to get a better look at me, meanwhile one of his legs rested on his knee. Mr. Salvatore wore a tight white button up with the first four buttons open, showcasing the bit of chest hair that he has as well as his chest muscles.
And those eyes, his clear glasses hanging right at the bridge of his nose as he looked at me while I made my way towards him.
"I hope you don't mind my intrusion so early in the day Mr. Salvatore." I spoke out and stood right by his desk.
"Not a problem Ms. Alvarez and please call me Cassian, since it's just the two of us. How can I help you?" He responded, his deep voice still having an effect on me nonetheless I had to ask him.
"So I was curious about your opinion over the author, most fans I meet are women. What made you take an interest in the author?" I questioned and he gave me a smile.
"Well since you're curious, I particularly like the way her stories are. They're different from most authors in a way that's hard to explain. The attraction and desire is present unlike any other author I've read." He answered, then stood up and looked down at me.
"Now let me ask you a question Ms. Alvarez." Cassian added as I looked up at him to meet his eyes.
"Yes, what is it?" I questioned.
"What is it that you desire, who is it that you burn for. Because I have a clear idea as to who I attest to." He whispered then in a swift motion placed me on his desk.
I couldn't act, I didn't know what to do. I was frozen as he caged me with his arms, his body separating my legs to be by his torso.
"N-nothing Mr. Salvatore." I answered as we continued to keep eye contact.
"So you're telling me you didn't feel anything when I whispered close to your ear, touched you in the slightest way..." Cassian trailed off as his face grew closer to mine.
"But you're my professor, it isn't right." I added then he took his hand and placed it on my chin, forcing me to keep looking up at him.
"And if I wasn't, would you have let me do this." His other hand trailed up my right leg, gliding up underneath my dress. Tantalizing very closely to my lips until his fingers began to rub small circles against my clit.
My mouth fell slightly open as a moan slipped out then his hand that rested on my chin went down to grasp my neck, applying a slight pressure.
I've never been choked before, but I could grow used to likening it after him.
