My Professor

The Dorm

Violet woke to the sound of knocking on her door. She groaned and got up to answer it. She checked the peephole to see who it was and unsurprisingly, it was her very own Dr. Reid. She let him in and he immediately looked her up and down. She hadn't even realized that all she was wearing was an oversized t-shirt and her underwear. Her face heated up in embarrassment and she crossed her arms in an attempt to cover up her boobs.

"How is she, has she woken up at all yet?" His genuine concern touched her heart.

"I'm not sure, I just woke up myself. She was okay throughout the night, though," she explained. At that moment, Bella decided to stir from her sleep. She pressed her hands to her head and groaned.

"God, my head hurts like shit!" She looked over at Violet and Dr. Reid in confusion. "Two questions. What happened last night? And who is this guy?"

"I'm sorry Bella, you got roofied last night by some creep, but 'this guy' is the one who saved you last night. He's my criminology professor." Bella groaned again and fell back into her pillows. She felt miserable.

Dr. Reid chimed in, "You should probably go get checked out at the ER just to make sure you're recovering okay." More groaning ensued.

"Y'know what. Fuck it. I'm going right now. The sooner I go the sooner I can be back in my bed." She rolled out of bed onto the floor wrapped up in her blankets. She wriggled her way out and slipped on a pair of crocs. "Oh, and thank you for rescuing me, Sir."

"It's no problem," he smiled.

Bella left the dorm room leaving the pair alone.

"Thank you for helping her, really. I don't know what I would've done without you."

Her professor smiled. "It's no problem, like I said. I'm just looking out for my student and her friend," he assured her.

"Last night tells a different story, sir," she teased. He glowers his eyes at her as a warning. She grins in return.

"Does it now? Let me remind you, sweetheart, that I'm no simple man. You couldn't handle the things that I would do to you, not for a second."

Her skin tingled at the threat of what was to come. "You must not realize, professor, that I'm no simple girl either. I know myself and I know that whatever it is you have to offer, I can handle. You're not as big and bad as you think."

"Oh?" He stepped towards her. "Is that so?" He gave her a predatory look that sent a cold shiver down her spine.

"Yeah, is so. I'm not a baby, I know what I can take," she asserted. A low chuckle left his lips.

"You really are something, you know that?" He crossed his arms and his demeanor suddenly changed. "Sit." He pointed to the ground. Violet stood motionless, unsure if he was serious or not.

"You heard me, sit." Her breath hitched. She dropped to the ground. "That's it, good girl." His voice was the only thing that gave her true satisfaction. Her heart thrummed with anticipation. He squatted down in front of her. "Oh what's this?" He trailed his fingers down the side of her cheek, sending shivers down her spine. "You like that, don't you?" He looked at her with a look a mischief before snaking his fingers around her throat and pulling her towards him. "So beautiful," he whispered in her ear. Suddenly, his hand disappeared and she dropped to the floor.

"Sit up and kneel," he glowered. She slowly brought herself up from the floor and kneeled before him. He rubbed her cheek with the back of his hand. "So good." He then gripped the side of her chin and moved her head side to side as if he were inspecting it. Violet leaned into the warmth of his hand. He pulled it away and brought it to his belt. "Tap my leg three times if you want to stop." Violet nodded. A hand roughly pulled her hair back so her eyes could meet his face. "Do you understand? Speak up." He gave her a threatening look. Her breath shuddered.

"Yes sir." She reached to undo his pants, but he slapped her hand away.

"Uh-uh, did I say you could touch? Hands on your knees," he corrected. She glared at him, but obeyed. Suddenly, as he reached for his belt, the door creaked open. "Shit, get up," he whisper-shouted. Panic filled both of them as Violet shot up at the same as time her roommate strolled into the room. She noticed the freaked out look on the pair's faces and froze.

"Uhh, I forgot my wallet. Kinda uh... need that." She fumbled around a bit until she grabbed a brown leather wallet. "I'm gonna go now," she eyed them suspiciously. The door shut just as quickly as it opened. The pair sat in silenced for a good minute.

"Shit, do you think she knows?" Violet gripped her hair in panic.

"I'll be honest, maybe." Spencer sighed. "Shit, maybe this isn't a good idea."

A pit formed in Violet's stomach, but she knew he was right. "Yeah..." She dropped her head. A warm hand caressed her head. She looked up to see the sad smile he was giving her. 

He sighed. "We shouldn't be risking our places at the university like this. I should probably get going." Violet responded with a silent nod. He gave her one final kiss on her palm before he quietly slipped out of the room.

Silence.

The weeks that followed felt dull for Violet. Everything happened so fast, only for it to be ripped away in the blink of an eye. She still tried her hardest in his class and showed up to every lecture. But, god, was it torture for her. If the eye contact before was too much before, it was only worse now. It was like he was sticking his hands straight into her soul.

Today, they were learning about the motives of female serial killers, but the only thing she could focus on was the rolled up sleeves on his shirt. Damn him. It's almost like he knew what he was doing. Teasing her with something she knows she can't have. It's wasn't fair. He knew the consequences of their actions. Why make it so much harder for her to follow the rules?

As if things could only get worse, the AC suddenly shut off. It was a hot day and the air conditioning system was nearly ancient. It was only a matter of time before it broke. The class groaned and a few people immediately packed up their things and left. Reasonably so. 

"Sorry guys. If you're willing to stay, stay, but if not I wont hold it against you," Professor Reid announced. He waved off the people who were exiting the room. He looked around to see who stayed and made eye contact with Violet. His eyes lingered a little longer than necessary. His attention shifted back to the board and he continued his lecture. 

The temperature slowly began to rise. After about twenty minutes, Violet was sweating. Apparently Professor Reid was too because he began to loosen his tie and unbutton the top button of his shirt. His ragged appearance reminded her of their encounter in the dorm room and her brain fogged up. How could she possibly focus when he looked like that.

It became too much for her. She quickly packed up her things and left. One or two other students seemed to follow in her footsteps because the heat in there was genuinely getting to an uncomfortable level. 

Professor Reid stopped what he was doing as she and the other students left the lecture room. His fiery stare send tingles down her spine. What a tease he was.