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23. Rasque

Rasque ~ instantly regretting something that you can never take back.

~ The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows ~

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The message came in at 10PM. He saw it just little before midnight. He had just had dinner, followed by an hour long shower that he had been craving all day. He read her email earlier and decided against answering it. Encouraging too long of a conversation with his student was unwise.

It was a video file.

Odd.

He opened it, and just when it started to load, Gracie jumped onto his desk. With an exhausted sigh, he removed her knowing that she would return just a few minutes later. He wondered what she thought was so interesting about his desk. Perhaps even cats found thrill in doing the forbidden.

He was bending down to settle Gracie onto the floor when he heard it. Quite distinctively and unmistakeably: a woman's moan.

He thought himself crazy at first, until he lifted to sit upright on his seat and he saw the image unfolding on his screen.

"Jesus Christ..."

Aquila Fay, his student, lay sprawled across the counter in nothing but a set of underwear he should be cut at the throat before seeing her in. Her dark caramelly skin contrasted the baby pink so perfectly, like the collaboration of strawberry dipped in chocolate.

His eyes, frozen and bewildered, surfed across her smooth skin. From her slim neck, to her collarbone. That chest, perky beneath the pink lace, her tiny waist accentuated by wide hips. She lay on her stomach to give him a view of her back, the line going down her spine like a pathway towards her lower back where the slope leading to her ass began, two dimples right below it, before he allowed his eyes to feast on the round, voluptuous curve of her behind, barely covered by the underwear set.

An exhale trembled out of his lungs. His finger hovered over the cursor to remove the image of from his screen, but the scorching heat engulfing his body told him otherwise. The rapid beat of his heart, the stiffness beneath his sweatpants, they told him otherwise. Begged him otherwise.

She's your student, a part of him reasoned. The part of him that held her dearly, that admired her great mind but acknowledged the boundaries that kept him from pursuing her.

Did it make him a lesser man? To watch her like this shamelessly, for his hands to hover over the waist of his pants while his eyes couldn't tear away from the screen. It did. It insulted the nature that was in him, that to respect and care for a woman. The one defaulted to protected her from all harm because while sitting there and watching this, he was becoming the harm she might need protecting from.

But at the same time, it didn't. It fed his second nature, the one that was also so deeply ingrained within him that he couldn't defy when it came. The one that was predatory, that sought to take every bit of her innocence, to defile her, use her, drain every part of her until there was nothing left for other men. It was possessive, desperate, decadent, competitive. It was vile and hungry and insatiable and she, by putting this image before him, awakened it and gave him no choice but to succumb to it.

He didn't even realize he'd been pleasing himself until a hum of pleasure involuntarily left his lips.

Aquila looked right at him through the screen as she scooped some whipped cream off her chest with her finger, putting it into her mouth and moaning earnestly, eliciting one from him as well, big brown eyes barely aware of what she was doing. To him, to what she was capable of doing to any man in general.