(The first of- probably- many lemons.)
"Good. Now sit back down." He guided you to the chair again. Sighing audibly he sat against his desk, across from you. "Now that we have that established, do you know what that means?"
You had a pretty good idea, but your tongue felt glued to the roof of your mouth at that moment.
Seán leaned over you for the thousandth time, hands taking your face, stroking your cheek with the pad of his thumb. "I want you. And I won't let you leave this office until I have you."
Your face exploded into a blush. As he leaned in to kiss you, your mouth worked over a little. Were you even ready? There was only one way to find out. "S-sir..."
"Hush." He kissed you as tenderly as he had the first time, slowly opening his mouth little by little until you felt his tongue passing over your bottom lip. He wanted more. Who were you to refuse a dom?
Parting your lips for him, he slid his tongue slowly into your mouth, rubbing your own with it. You were still in a state of disbelief; this was your professor! But the forbidden nature of the thought sent a wave of heat throughout your body, and you took his head into your hands, whimpering slightly into the kiss.
The kiss was broken quickly. "That's what I like to hear," he murmured, removing his suit jacket and letting it lay on top of his desk. Then he began unbuttoning his dress shirt, wandering to the office door and locking it, drawing the blinds closed so that no one passing could see inside.
Then he approached you again, pulling you from your seat and turning you around, pressed against his desk. "Had I known this was going to happen, I'd have told you to wear a skirt," he mused, giving you a wry smile. Seán resumed the kiss, eagerly pushing his tongue into your mouth again. He knew what he wanted, and he was going to take it, whether you were prepared or not.
Your hands found his face again, one delving into his hair from the back of his head, pulling him closer. You heard him growl, breaking the kiss and leaning in to nibble at your neck. One of his hands found your shirt, tugging at it incessantly. "I require this off," he murmured against your skin.
Shaking you pulled off your shirt, and his hands found your back, trailing fingertips up your spine to unclasp the bra you still had on. He peeled that away, as well, leaving your upper half exposed. "Sir? Wh-what if someone...?"
"They won't." Seán's hands began to roam again, gently squeezing your breasts, tweaking the nipples until they were properly hardened. You opened your mouth to speak again but let out a whimper instead; damn it! How was he reducing you to a whining mess so quickly? Your noises made him grin. "That's what I like to hear," he repeated.
Your heart was racing in your chest, pulsing in your throat. Was it fear or adrenaline? Maybe a little of both. His hands were skilled, he knew precisely what he was doing to you. He would get what he wanted in the end.
Which was you.
He rubbed your thighs in a tender manner, slowly prying them apart. Then he tugged at the hem of your jeans. "You know what I'm asking of you. Don't make me tell you."
Of course; the look in his blue eyes told you everything. Slowly you stripped out of the rest of your clothing until they lie in a puddle on his floor. But you felt awash in shame, and tried to hide yourself as best as you could.
Your professor sighed a little bit. "Are you a virgin?"
"N-no, no I'm not, but... this is..."
"Frightening? Because it's with me?" When you nodded he sighed again. "What if I give you a safeword? Something that, when you say it, means that I should stop everything I am doing. Would that comfort you?"
