𝕋𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖

when you're finally mine

𝓛𝓮𝓲𝓵𝓪

I sit in my chair with my legs crossed in front of James, as he continues to tutor me on the subject of the week. He was more than glad to meet with me once a week to "help" me improve my grade in his class, but it's not enough. I want him to spend every minute of every day with me. Honestly, if I really tried I'd be getting an A in his class, but then again I wouldn't be here right now.

I bite my lip as I imagine him bending me over that large desk of his while doing unbelievably naughty things. Those strong arms lifting me up to wrap my legs around his torso, those fingers sliding through my slick folds.

"-and so every time you reference this you need to elaborate on your source." He says while underlining a section of my essay. I nod acting as if I don't already know.

A sharp knock sounds on the door of his office and he looks up from my paper. "Sorry, give me a second." He apologizes and I nod. When he leaves I can hear his muffled voice behind the door. A second turns into a minute and I have a feeling he's having a discussion with one his colleagues. I spot his briefcase on the floor behind the desk and turn around to make sure he's still talking, before standing up to open it. I spot a bunch of papers and grade sheets, and right next to them; his phone.

To my surprise, it doesn't have a passcode. Oh James, you shouldn't have.

The first thing I copy down is his number, just in case I need it later on. Then I open his text messages to find mostly friends and colleagues. I scroll through a bunch of mushy text messages between him and his wife and almost gag in disgust.

You can do much better than that James, but don't worry. I'll teach you how when you're finally mine.

I hear the doorknob twisting open and I quickly shove his phone back in while putting the briefcase back in its place before rushing to sit back down.

"Alright, where were we." He says while sitting back down.

"You were talking about Chapter 45." I smile innocently.

•••

When I get back in my car I throw my bag in the back and let out a much needed breath after a long day of classes. The sun is just beginning to set and I know I have one lonely dorm room waiting for me. Just as I start my car and put my seat belt on, I freeze when I see James leaving out the campus doors. He makes his way to a car waiting for him at the side of the road.

A blonde woman steps out in white heels and a sophisticated looking dress. She leans in and kisses James deeply while he wraps his arms around her waist. I clench my fists together, hard enough for my nails to draw blood from my skin. It's her.

Julia

They both get back in the car and drive off leaving me consumed with rage and jealousy. I grit my teeth together and pull out of the parking lot before swerving onto the road.

When I get back to my dorm, I head upstairs and pop open a bottle of wine before pouring myself more than I usually drink. I groan when I hear loud moans coming from Eiza's room. Soon enough the headboard starts slamming against the thin walls. I didn't think she'd be home right now.

I storm over to her door and pound on it with my fist telling her to shut the fuck up. I'm already in the worse mood and I don't have the patience for her weekly encounter. I slam my door shut and finish my glass quickly before pouring myself another. I collapse on the soft sheets of my bed and decide to change into some more comfortable clothes.

I stare at my naked reflection in the mirror and suddenly an idea pops into my head. I finish my second glass and sigh at the buzz. I snap a bunch of sultry nude pictures and pull up James' number in my phone before sending him each one. I laugh to myself, as I imagine his wife's expression when she sees them, or even better his. He won't know who they're from, but I have a feeling he'll enjoy them.

I send him one last text, just so he can guess.

I want you here with me again, Professor.
xxx