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I closed the office door behind him and leaned against my desk, watching him sit there with the book open on his lap. Elias Carter looked like the perfect student, back straight, jaw tight, fingers pressing too hard into the pages.
"Page seventy-two," I said. "Read."
He started, steady and careful. I let him get a few lines in before tapping the page.
"Again."
His fingers twitched. I leaned closer, my skirt brushing his knee, and watched him struggle not to react.
"Louder," I said quietly.
His voice dropped when he tried again. I moved around the desk and stopped in front of him, close enough that he had to look up at me.
"You're rushing," I said. "Slow down."
I adjusted the book in his hands and let my knee rest against his. He stayed still. So did I.
"From the sentence you skipped."
"Yes, ma'am."
I let my hand settle on his thigh, light and deliberate, and watched him try to focus while knowing I was fully aware of him. I corrected a word, brushed my fingers over his knuckles, and told him to read it again.
He was already struggling by then, repeating the same lines like effort alone might save him.
"Better," I said softly, staying right where I was. "Keep going."
And I waited.
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Raven Sinclair never planned to notice a freshman. Elias Carter was careful, quiet, and way too perfect to catch her attention. But when he stayed after class for tutoring, something shifted.
Books, pages, whispered corrections, and deliberate touches became games neither of them admitted to. He was inexperienced, obedient, and easily flustered. And she was fully aware of exactly what she was doing to him.
Rules were made to break, and she was about to prove it.
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Trigger / Content Warnings
Abuse, Age Gap (Teacher × Student), Kink, Mature Themes, Power Dynamics, Sexual Tension