Yes, Sir. {h.styles}

One

this story is going to be quite graphic.. You have been warned.

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I ran my fingers through my hair and buttoned up my blouse as I waited for my Math tutor to get over to my house. He was an older man, no older than 27 that has lived up the street from me for almost three years. He was a Math professor at the university and when my parents saw how terrible my grade was getting, they knew to give him a call to help me. My father works at the university with this man, Professor Styles, and would always talk about how brilliant he was for his age, but I never fully met him up until I hit 16, which was only last year. Ever since, I was infatuated with him; dreaming of his hands on me.

Professor Styles was a good looking man. If he wasn't a professor, I certainly guarantee he would be off in Milan or Paris, even in London on the runways. I heard Professor Styles was from London and to pay his way through university over there, he would model every now-and-again, but, in his words, those days are long behind him.

I heard a knock at my door, startling me slightly. I took one last look in the mirror and saw that the buttons on my chest had come undone. I was never a very promiscuous girl, so I never showed much of my assets to anyone. However, Professor Styles was different. I wanted him to notice my assets and want me as badly as I wanted him, but I never wanted to make it too obvious. I re-buttoned those pesky buttons on my tight fitting blouse and adjusted my tight skirt, finally opening my door and seeing my mother standing there before me. "Matilda, sweetie, Professor Styles is waiting in the office for you. Get your books and head to him and don't keep the man waiting too long." My mother said and I nodded, closing my door as she left.

I picked up my notebooks and a few pens as well as my textbook, carrying it down the hallway into the double doors of the office. He was looking out the large window we had in the office, his hands in the pockets of his dress pants. I went to put down the the items on the desk but then my poor grip on the things I was carrying caused a thud on the desk. The noise got his attention, startling him slightly. "I'm so sorry, I had thought you heard me come in." I said shyly, avoiding eye contact with the beautiful man in front of me.

"Don't apologize, my dear Matilda, I'm just happy that I can help you with your work." He smiled, causing my cheeks to heat up. The way he spoke my name with his deep British accent made my heart flutter. "Matilda, darling, not to stare, but the buttons at the top of your blouse have come undone." He said as he walked over to me, his hand lightly grazing over my breast and buttoning it for me.

"Thank you, Professor Styles." I said, a blush glowing on my cheeks.

"Please, just call me Sir. Or, if you're comfortable, just call me Harry."

"Okay, Sir." I bit my lip. "Shall we get started? I am quite confused and I was just hoping you can help me get a better understanding."

He nodded his head, taking the seat closest to him, me pulling my chair closer to him. he began explaining how to do this equation and I actually understood it, but only slightly since his beauty was detracting me. He handed me the pen and I began to work out the equation and I was going well until I felt his eyes on me, not my work. I looked up at him and he smiled, letting out a slight chuckle. "You're doing beautifully. Do you know how to do the rest of it?" He asked and I nodded.

"Y-yes, Sir. I understand." I stuttered, crossing my legs over one another, tightening them. I happened to look at Professor Styles' body and noticed the tent growing in his dress pants, causing my eyes to widen. "Sir, I hate to stare, but your-" I began but I couldn't finish my thought, so I pointed at his growth.

His hands quickly covered himself. "Oh my, I'm so sorry Matilda." He said, his cheeks growing red.

"It's okay, sir, I won't tell anybody." I smiled, causing him to bite his lip.

"So, you promise not to tell anyone about this?" He asked and I furrowed my brows. I went to ask what he was referring to, but when I felt his hand on my waist as he put his lips on mine... I knew exactly what he meant.

We pulled away, me being completely in shock from what just happened. "Yes sir, I promise." I spoke, barely managing to let those words slide out of my mouth.

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{ CREDIT TO hcrizons FOR INSPIRING ME TO WRITE A STORY LIKE THIS BECAUSE OF HER STORY 'dear, daddy'}