if you still care series: vol 5
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The email came quicker than you expected.
-"Meet me tonight at 7:30 in my office. Come prepared."-
Prepared for what, exactly? That was the question rolling around in your mind as you paced back and forth in your dorm room. You'd heard rumors, whispers from girls in other departments, but none of them ever said it outright. Could it be possible that Dr. B's extra credit required more than just academic effort?
The pit in your stomach churned, but you couldn't afford to fail. You were running out of options, and with your family already refusing to support you financially, there was no safety net. If you failed this class, you'd be another semester behind, and there was no way your pride would let that happen.
By 7:15, you were standing outside his office door, hesitant to knock. You could hear faint jazz music playing inside. The dim lights from the hallway flickered, and your heart raced in your chest. Was this a mistake? Was there any way out now?
You finally mustered the courage and knocked.
"Come in," his deep voice called out from the other side of the door.
Pushing the door open slowly, you found Dr. B sitting behind his desk, legs crossed, the smooth notes of John Coltrane filling the room. His tie was loosened, and he had an air of complete calm about him.
"You're on time," he noted, a faint smile curling at the corners of his lips. "That's a good start."
You swallowed hard, stepping further into the room and closing the door behind you. The sound of the latch clicking shut felt ominous.
"Take a seat," he said, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk. You complied, nerves buzzing beneath your skin.
"So, you're interested in extra credit?" Dr. B leaned forward slightly, eyes studying you in a way that made you feel exposed. Vulnerable.
You nodded. "I need to pass this class. I'll do whatever it takes."
"Whatever it takes," he repeated, the smirk on his face deepening as if he was testing the weight of your words. He stood up then, slowly walking around his desk to stand in front of you. His presence loomed larger with each step. You felt small under his gaze, every inch of you aware of the power dynamic at play.
"Here's the thing, Y/N," he began, leaning against the edge of his desk, just inches away from you. "You're not the first student to come to me, desperate to pass. And you're certainly not the first to want to make up for missed classes and assignments." He paused, eyes locked onto yours. "But my extra credit is... exclusive. Only offered to students who are truly committed."
Your breath hitched, the weight of his words heavy with implication. You felt the walls of the room closing in, the hum of the jazz music growing louder in your ears. This was it. The rumors were true.
"And just what does this extra credit involve?" Your voice was barely above a whisper, your heart pounding against your ribs.
Dr. B's hand reached out, gently lifting your chin so your eyes met his. His touch was soft, but the intent behind it was clear.
"You already know the answer to that," he said quietly, his thumb brushing against your jawline. His other hand moved to your knee, his fingers slowly sliding up your thigh. You froze, the reality of the situation crashing down on you like a wave. You had a choice to make, right here, right now.
Was this what you were willing to do to pass?
You stared up at him, feeling the full weight of his power and control. You could feel his breath, warm against your skin, as he leaned in closer. His lips hovered just near your ear.
"Or, you could walk out that door and take your chances," he whispered, his voice smooth, dripping with the knowledge that walking out meant almost certain failure. "But if you stay..." He trailed off, letting the silence hang in the air.
Your mind raced, but your body felt frozen. You'd heard of situations like this happening, always thinking you'd never be the one caught in it. Yet here you were, trapped between what you wanted and what you were willing to give up to get it.
And then, almost on instinct, you made your decision.
You sat there, his breath hot against your skin, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air. Every fiber of your body screamed at you to move, to get up and walk out, but you stayed frozen in place.
"I... I can't fail," you muttered, the words leaving your mouth before you could stop them. Dr. B's smirk widened as if he'd been waiting for that exact response.
His hand, still resting on your thigh, tightened ever so slightly, and you felt the pressure of his fingers through the fabric of your jeans. He knew he had control, and you both felt it. The space between you seemed to shrink as he leaned in even closer, his lips barely brushing against your neck. Your breath quickened, not out of desire, but out of fear, out of the weight of what was about to happen.
"You don't have to say anything," he whispered, his voice smooth and dangerous. "Just follow my lead."
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and cut! lol i feel like teasing you.
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