Breathe

Moonlight

Hello lovelies, new chapter, play the song while reading, trust me you'll love it :)

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" I don't know what the hell this is because it is honestly confusing for me, I don't know how to feel or how the hell not to feel because you've brought about these crazy and vile thoughts that I can't quite decipher , but you know what's the most messed up thing about this insanely strange situation is that I don't want this feeling to go away, I don't want to wake up one day to wonder what if, what if I had let my professor do things to me I had never done and feel things I've never felt, and as much as I don't like being your experiments for your lechers, I can't let that feeling go, because you make me feel so....so good," Aimee breathed out a sigh of relief because it was absolutely hard to keep all that pent up emotion inside.

Obviously this may seem a bit strange so lets go back a few hours for you to properly understand.

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"Okay class, have any of you heard the piano piece by Debussy, 'Clair de lune' to be precise?" Arden was in his element and this particular lesson was one in which he was yearning to teach.The class had not provided Arden with an answer since they thought it to be a question that was not meant to be answered, rhetorical to be precise. The students had gotten used to his spontaneous actions, thus they figured it was only the beginning of one of his many prolonged rants.

"Mr.Mort, are you familiar with the piece?" Arden calmly asked, Aimee expected him to ask the question to someone who he was in the least familiar one, particular one whom he would gladly like to taunt. Supposedly that was where he gained pure enjoyment from, because he truly knew that his students were not in the least expecting his question, what a bastard indeed.

"Yes Professor Van Houston I am familiar and before you ask, 'Clair de lune' means 'moonlight' in English," Andrew boldly replied. It was not a surprise and all to hear him boldly reply back to Arden. Funny enough, Arden began to chuckle, until he was in full out barks of laughter, the entire fiasco was quite confusing, no surprise there at all though, he was quite a peculiar man.

"Mr. Mort, I was not in fact going to ask you what it means, the question was saved for someone else, I don't quite understand why you throw such tantrums Mr. Mort," Arden practically wheezed out.

"Anyway, forget about that, assume that it's a late at night and the moon had just reached its peak and Clair de lune is perfectly playing in the background and Gentlemen you're with your special lady friend, and while you're in the company of your lady friend, your eyes meet and suddenly you both are staring at each other and slowly you reach for each other, the stealth movements is becoming quite agonizing because lust is building and the pressure is increasing in your pants and wetness is overriding your core and finally, you meet halfway heatedly,"Arden paused for a minute and looked directly at Aimee, then he continued,

"Your lady friend is losing control because she has never quite experienced the feeling that she is now being introduced to, but you gentlemen enjoy it all the more, because the fact that you alone have introduced such feelings, introduces euphoria in you," Aimee squirmed in her seat as she processed everything that Arden had just spoken, quite accurate indeed.

"Response, class, is a powerful thing, specifically a woman's response to you, negative or positive, I need you all to write a paper for me with reference to Clair de lune in all its forms and a woman's response, I am expecting this paper a week from today, you're dismissed," Aimee sighed in relief as Arden finally ended the class, it was quite tortuous all together.

"Ms.Williams, could you stay for a minute!" exclaimed Arden just before Aimee was about to exit the large room. She paced slowly to Arden's table, but kept a keen eye on him as he gathered his belongings from the days class. Aimee was feeling quite irked at the very moment, to think such a man would have the audacity to summons her when he find it pleasing.

Aimee was feeling quite bold at the very moment, "Tell me Mr. Van Houston, do you find me as an object of amusement, because I will be no such thing," Aimee hissed at him.

"Really?" Arden questioned, ironically amused at the entire situation. He slowly paced towards her, while his were firmly crossed over his chest and a devilish smirk graced his face.

"Yes," Aimee confidently spoke.

"Then why are you here?" Arden whispered in ear, she gasped at his close presence, but gained composure, nevertheless.

"Well because you summoned me here, now if you don't mind, I will be on my way, because this fiasco here is simply for your amusement and I do not wish to be apart of it!" Aimee practically growled, she was quite infuriated at the audacity of the man. She came out of his hold and headed for the door, however, his voice stopped her skilled exit,

"Expect my presence tonight,"Arden said, and then she left.

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Aimee had just reached home and was going for a shower, it was a little after eight, she had gone for drinks with Derek and the others. Eric was quite a handful, but very good company nevertheless. She was feeling a bit tipsy, but it was natural and she enjoyed the feeling

She stripped herself of all clothing and headed to steaming shower. She bathed all her troubles away because all that had happened in the past few weeks had been too much for her to handle all at once. In the shower, she had heard faint banging on the front door, when she turned the shower off, the banging became louder. She grabbed her towel and carefully wrapped it around herself and headed for the door. She stood in front of the door for exactly a minute before she could muster up the courage to open the door, she knew it was him, quite a demanding bastard he was, with not a seconds more wait, she opened the door and stepped aside so that he could come in.

Arden walked in and took a seat in the couch, Aimee closed the door and took a seat opposite where he was sitting, tension was building in the room and it was not the sexual kind alone.

"Why are you here?" Aimee questioned getting straight to the point. 

"Well I told you I was coming," Arden replied matter-of-factly.

"You know that's not what I mean," Aimee groaned, he was always being difficult.

"Come here, Arden growled in finality, for the entire day I have been thinking about you and what had happened between us, I get so hard when I think of how wet you were for me and I just can't shake this feeling, I am so very attracted to you and all of your lovely traits that have me yearning for more and more of you," Arden whispered after which he hungrily captured her lips in a passionate kiss, to which she quickly responded, but however, soon stopped.

" I don't know what the hell this is because it is honestly confusing for me, I don't know how to feel or how the hell not to feel because you've brought about these crazy and vile thoughts that I can't quite decipher , but you know what's the most messed up thing about this insanely strange situation is that I don't want this feeling to go away, I don't want to wake up one day to wonder what if, what if I had let my professor do things to me I had never done and feel things I've never felt, and as much as I don't like being your experiments for your lechers, I can't let that feeling go, because you make me feel so....so good," Aimee breathed out a sigh of relief because it was absolutely hard to keep all that pent up emotion inside. 

"Then lets not," Arden whispered and captured her lips in a hungry kiss again.

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And that is the new chap....Wow its been along time....Hopefully Imma update soon

This one was for you meresa! don't kill me

-Ally