I bite my nails restlessly as I wait for Adrian to appear in my Psychology course. For the past two weeks--ever since my training began--Adrian sits with me during Psychology. I'm not sure why he does it, and the one time I asked, he just gave me the Look--the one that tells me to stop talking or receive a punishment.
It's not that I mind him being with me, I enjoy it, but he is very distracting. With just his touch, he can make me forget all about my professor's lecture, and focus only on what he's doing. He'll lean over and whisper in my ear, telling me to pay attention, but as he traces small circles along my inner thigh, I can barely do anything more than try not to moan out loud.
But today will be different. Not because he told me so, but because he gave me a special gift last night when he came over to my apartment. A gift that he specifically asked me to wear today in class.
What is the gift? A pair of white panties. They didn't seem particularly interesting when he gave them to me, maybe it's just a simple test on whether or not I can follow orders.
This morning, as I got dressed, I noticed they did seem a bit off, but I could not pay much attention as I was rushing to class, already five minutes late. Luckily for me, Adrian hadn't been here.
"All right class, let's begin," Professor Morgan announces as he pushes his small cart to the center of the room where his projector is set up.
I frown, watching the door slam shut behind him. Where is Adrian?
"We'll be finishing
A Beautiful Mind
today and a short quiz will be given next Tuesday over the movie. If there are any questions, see me after class."
The lights flicker off as the movie begins. I relax back in my seat, ready to enjoy the easy class period, when my phone vibrates.
I tug it out of my pocket and quickly read the text.
Adrian: You were late, I owe you for that later. Did you follow my instructions?
My heart races as I peer around the room, but I can't see through the darkness, even with the illumination from the projector.
Me: Yes.
Adrian: Good girl. Do you remember my rules?
The rules were simple.
I'm only allowed to call him Adrian if we are not in private setting.
Do not lie to him about anything.
Do not cum without his permission.
Always, if I feel the need, use my safe word.
There were others besides those, but those were the four that he wanted me to learn first. I type out a quick reply.
Me: Yes.
I expect a quick reply, but one never comes. Maybe he plans to see me after class.
I drop my phone on my desk, already tuning into the movie when I feel the first jolt.
I sit up straight in my seat, drawing the eyes of a few classmates that are sitting a few seats down from me, but they don't know what's going on.
The panties are vibrating.
Squeezing my legs together, I stifle a moan, biting down on my fist as I try to ignore the buzzing right on my clit. No matter how I move, it moves with me, the ache blooming low in my belly. Wherever he is, Adrian must have the remote.
He turns it up, the sound of it drowned out by the audio of the movie. Uncrossing my legs, I do moan out loud as he turns the dial up, the vibrations getting stronger.
Then they stop.
I pant, trying to catch my breath as I fight the urge to rub my throbbing clit. It would be so easy for me to slip a hand beneath my skirt and rub maybe once or twice. I can practically feel the orgasm looming.
To my right, a figure is slowly making their way towards me, issuing apologies to to a few people as he brushes by them.
A wave of awareness crashes over me as I hear his voice. Everyone in the room fades to the background as Adrian sits next to me, a small controller in his tattooed hand.
"Ashley," he whispers, resting his elbows on his knees.
My body gravitates towards him without my doing. It's his tone that's driving me crazy. The same tone he uses when we're alone in his bedroom. The one he uses when he's chastising my eagerness, and the one he uses when he makes me beg to cum.
With a flick of his thumb, he turns it back on, but with his free hand, he tugs my desk closer to his and interlocks his fingers with mine.
He leans closer to me, his lips just beneath the shell of my ear. "D'you want to cum?"
I squeeze my thighs together again, the moisture seeping past the thin barrier of my panties. I nod vigorously, even as he chuckles softly.
"Was that supposed to be an answer?" He asks turning the speed up.
He turns my face quickly, kissing me harshly just as a cry spills from my lips. Luckily, a musical score is playing in the movie.
"Answer me," he demands pulling just a few centimeters away, his eyes searching mine.
"Yes!" I say through gritted teeth as I squeeze his hand tighter. He has to know what this is doing to me.
"Would you do anything I asked if I let you cum?"
"Yes sir."
Even in the dim lighting, with his face so close to mine, I can see his pupils dilate at my words. He's not as unaffected by this as I thought.
"Would you suck my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours?" He asks letting my hand go to trace my lips with his thumb before slipping it inside. I dutifully suck on it. He turns the power up.
"Yes sir!"
"In front of everyone in this room?" He asks.
"I'll do anything," I whisper. "Please, sir."
"Grab your stuff."
He switches the vibrator off, pocketing the remote as he stands to his full height. I quickly stuff my things in my bag, my heart racing as I follow him out into the hall, ignoring the curious glances thrown in our direction.
As a TA, Adrian has his own office in the English building. When we reach it, he pulls out his keys and unlocks the door, entering before I do.
He keeps the lights off as he crosses the room and Leans back against his desk, crossing his arms over his chest.
The difference in him is palpable. In my class, he exuded a sexual aura, but it was friendly and restrained, but now an aura of menace radiates from him. He's no longer Adrian, but my Sir.
I close my and drop my stuff, waiting for his instructions. I lower my gaze, focusing on his feet.
"On your knees."
I drop down, assuming the position: knees shoulder-width apart, hands clasped behind my back.
"Come to me."
I crawl over on my hands and knees until I am just inches away. This reminds me of the first time I kneeled for him. Though it was only a few weeks ago, it feels like it was yesterday when he invited me over to his place, just to get my journal back.
