Apply Pressure

Not What I Intended.

I continue to follow him down the hallways I start to second-guess my actions. Which is abnormal to my thoughts. And the follow-up to that is what makes me self-deprecating.

I just despise how confusing he makes me.

Following him we finally end up in his office, not his classroom because apparently, the whole school wants to suck his dick so bad that they gave him a separate office from his original workspace.

Or maybe he just does that much for the school so he needs a confidential space.

Whatever.

It's nice in here. Stepping in with my shoes hitting the newfound floors. He holds the door open in silence, wondering what he's so quiet about. I look over at him with a forced expressionless face.

I lied.

I look into the interior a little more noticing the neatness that remains; not a speck of dust. Of course, he has a cleaner.

Rolling my eyes I turn back to him ready to give him a redundant protest because why not? Break the uncomfortable silence a little.

But before I could fully turn his way my neck was greeted with a large hand wrapping itself around it. Slamming into the door that I have just walked in only remaining six inches away now zero.

He— it... whatever it was took me by such surprise at that very moment, it was only when I opened my eyes once my head collided with the door that im blinked into my reflection through black eyes.

I gasp for air holding his wrist that's just below my lifted chin trying to make room for air flow.

Am I insane or what?!

Because regardless of me getting choked out by my professor. I can't stop squirming and becoming titillated at the fact that I am getting choked by my professor right now.

Everything is so overstimulating. He rubs his thumb on the side of my neck, his body coming closer to me and his breath hitting my cheek as my hands squeeze his wrist. My tippy toes just hit the ground bringing one leg up between his crouch as I unsuccessfully try to find some landing.

I shift my attention back to his face as he looks at me with repugnance. " Do you have anything to say Ms. Sonnet?"

I say nothing as I struggle in wails trying to get as much airflow as I can. Taking the opportunity to speak again. 

"Hm, okay so let me say this. Play games with me all you want little girl. But just know, when we step into this room. Is where we have impartiality." I shake more in his hold. The more he talked the tighter his grip became.

My left hand vastly went to his wrist, both hands giving him a weak attempt to free myself. He blinks at me seconds more as if he's just realizing my struggle.

Alleviating his grip on me, my feet start touching the ground again. I let out a quick gasp followed by an unattended whine.

He closes his eyes takes a ponderous deep breath looking down at the floor as his hands still hold weight on my neck. Not as tight as before but as he begins to talk he squeezes my neck in a two-pulse pattern. " In this room, you are nothing to me but my equal, understood?"

Coming closer to me waiting impatiently for my answer as I test the waters to see just how long he'll wait. But he moves so close that his upper thigh comes in contact with my cunt. Not applying pressure but receiving a feather-like touch. He slides his hold around my neck to my pulse near my ear touching my lobe as my head raises higher looking at the ceiling. But compared to his height I'm just at eye level.