His heart pounded loudly in his chest and throbbed in his ear drums. His mouth was dry and his mind raced with thoughts. The adrenaline racing haphazardly through his veins set all his senses on high alert.
She looked gorgeous...this young woman who had brought him here. He wasn't sure if it was the light or his imagination but he thought he saw a glowing energy surrounding her. He gazed after her with curiosity as she disappeared through the door.
He felt frozen in the moment, desperately willing his feet to follow her. His head swam with the memory of just a few days ago when she had stopped by his office at the university.
He hadn't yet had a chance to read her essay when she inquired as to what he thought of it in class the day before but he made a point to read it that same night. Her words leapt from the page and instantly commanded his full attention. She wrote of power, control, sex, lust and violence with a deeply intriguing tone that he'd never read before. Her words imprinted themselves deeply in his mind.
When she stopped by his office, he had a hard time finding the words to say. He stumbled clumsily over a half-hearted politically correct critique of her writing style and syntax. Her grey eyes flickered with an inner hunger as she stepped forward and pressed a slender finger to his lips to silence him.
She spoke softly yet with a confidence befitting someone twice her age. Her soft supple lips formed the words he would replay over and over in his head for weeks to come.
"I know what you are, Professor, even though you are not yet aware of it. I know what you need and want deep down inside. I can give it to you. I will give it to you."
She tucked a small black card with white print on it into his shirt pocket and patted it lightly. "Be there Friday night at 7 pm sharp."
He sat mesmerized with his eyes locked on hers. The moment seemed to defy time and space as it stayed suspended between them. As he blinked, he saw her retreating form slip through the door and disappear into the mass of students crowding the hallway.
What could she possibly mean? Be where at 7 pm?
He dug into his pocket and read the simple font to himself. It was an address...nothing more...and he instantly turned to his computer to look up any information he could find. All that came up in his search was a Google Earth shot of a warehouse. It was rather plain and had no signage on it to indicate what type of a place it might be.
The next couple of days passed in a blur. The only moments that stood out were when he saw her in class and immediately felt his cheeks warm with a blush when they happened to make eye contact. He was quick to look away and direct his focus to the whiteboard behind him.
He hoped the other students hadn't noticed what she did to him but he could feel her playful smirk aimed at his back. He still wasn't entirely sure what she meant by what she said in his office but he was more than intrigued to find out. The raging hard-on he had to conceal in her presence was proof enough of that truth.
Five o'clock on Friday night came quickly and he found himself dealing with a horrible case of nerves. He had no idea where he was going to be going or what he would be doing. He showered and shaved, making sure to put on a nice cologne.
He dug through his closet, trying to decide what he should wear for this mystery date. Was it a jeans type thing? Suit? Somewhere in between? Fuck. This girl was in his head and he couldn't get her out.
He grabbed a pair of black slacks and a grey button up shirt. When paired with a black leather belt and some nice dress shoes, he felt the outfit could fit just about any type of occasion nicely. He glanced at the clock as he tied his shoes. 6:15 pm. He swallowed hard, trying to get the butterflies in his stomach to settle.
He managed to pull into the parking lot at 6:42 pm. He double checked his appearance in his visor mirror and popped a wintergreen lifesaver mint into his mouth. 6:43 pm. Damn. This was taking forever.
He looked around the parking lot and saw a few fairly nicely dressed people wandering toward the door of the building. He tried to get a better look at things in his review mirror then slumped back down into his seat. 6:45 pm. He wondered where she was. Maybe she was already inside. His palms got sweaty and he wiped them unceremoniously on his pant legs.
He watched the clock until it hit 6:50 pm and then stepped out of his car into the crisp evening air. He closed and locked his car door before striding tentatively toward the door of the warehouse.
As he got closer, he spotted her in a small group of people just outside the door. He could only see part of her face as the people around her obscured the view of more. She glanced up and smiled when she saw him approaching.
After excusing herself from the small group, she stepped out of it and waited for him to come closer. She was dressed in a red satin corset with body-hugging black leather pants and flame red patent leather peekaboo stilettos.
He felt short of breath as he noticed that her perfectly pedicured toenails were an exact match to the shiny red pumps. She was...divine. She beckoned him closer and smiled as though amused by the look of fear and excitement in his eyes.
"Thank you for coming, Professor," she said softly.
"Thank you for inviting me to..." he paused, looking around as though the word he needed was hiding somewhere in the sparse surroundings. "...to...well...thank you for inviting me." He smiled awkwardly and it made her grin a bit more.
Leaning in close to him, she placed one hand lightly on his sternum and the other on his right bicep as she spoke so only he could hear. "This is a dungeon, Professor. This is where you can let go of your inhibitions and explore the person that I know you are."
He shifted and she continued after slightly tightening her grip on his arm, "I've seen you, Professor. I've noticed you interacting with your students and the other teachers. You react differently to women. There's a longing to please them in everything you do. I can tell that you are special, Professor."
She stepped back but left her hands where they were. She could feel his chest thumping as his heartbeat pounded. She smiled and looked into his eyes. "Follow me, Professor, and I will make your wildest dreams a reality." She stepped through the door without a backwards glance.
Terror and yearning clashed like titans within him as he stared at the doorway that would lead him into a world he hadn't let himself dare to imagine existed. His feet felt nailed to the ground where he stood. He silently begged them to take a step. Panic struck at he realized he was keeping her waiting. He took a deep breath and walked through the door.
He squinted as it took a moment or two for his eyes to adjust to the darker interior of the warehouse. There was a small area draped in black velvet curtains which was home to a couple plush couches. He saw that two of the curtains in the back were parted and seemed to lead to the rest of the warehouse. He didn't see her in the cozy lobby so he quickly made his way back through the open curtains.
Looking around eagerly for her, his eyes drifted over all sorts of contraptions that sparked his interest. He saw her and a bright smile possessed his lips. Striding over, he took in her form. She looked lovely sitting in a high back white leather chair. The contrast of her outfit with the chair was breathtaking.
Her left leg was draped over her right and her heeled foot bounced up and down ever so slightly in impatience. He noticed that the gentle curve of her jaw seemed tense and set. Her eyes blazed into his soul. He knelt in front of her instinctively and looked up.
She placed her shiny red heel in the middle of his chest, digging the stiletto into his flesh. "I won't be kept waiting," she softly snarled as she pushed against him causing him to lean back and gasp.
A wicked giggle tumbled over her red tinted lips as she saw the shocked expression on his face. He squirmed as his cock instantly hardened and strained inside the fabric of his pants. He let out a small groan from the pain left by her heel.
Swiftly standing and grabbing his hair, she jerked his head back sharply to look up at her. Glaring down at him with a look edging on contempt, she spoke sharply. "I didn't hear an apology." He felt his adam's apple bob against the taut skin of his throat as he hurriedly answered, "Yes. I'm sorry. Please forgive me."
"Professor, listen to me very closely," she quietly hissed as she grabbed his jaw and squeezed her fingers into his cheeks. Her cold grey eyes captured his as she continued, "From this moment forward, I am in charge. You will do exactly as I say when I say and you will thank me for the privilege. You are to refer to me as Miss and any failure to do so will result in my swift and unmerciful punishment. Understood?"
He felt so aroused and fearful yet safe in her capable hands. He was quick to reply, "Yes, Miss."
She smirked and released the hold on his jaw. His cheeks ached with her fingerprints. Her hand in his hair gripped even tighter as she kept his head held back. She lightly traced her fingertips over his lips and down his exposed throat. "Now, stand and strip."
She let her words hang in the air as she slid her fingers from his locks and stepped back toward the tall white chair. He sat stunned at her request...no, her command. He watched her expression cloud as she settled back in her seat and it only took him a moment to realize he was the one causing it. His fingers found the first smooth plastic button on his shirt and somehow managed to undo it as he clambered to his feet.
