"You last came to the campus about 4 months back. I instructed you to read through all the materials that I had emailed you so that these 4 months would not just be wasted and you would not just laze around. But you have read NOTHING, you have written not a single word to show your progress and you did not even bother to call me even once on your own to discuss how you could move forward with your thesis. If this is your approach you are simply NOT going to get your Ph.D degree!"
I stood there, head hung low, as Professor Russel hurled the words at me in a stern voice that could barely contain his anger. True, I lacked sincerity, especially considering that not everyone can make it as a Ph.D scholar in the English department in that elite university. Prof. Russel himself took the initiative to call me a few times over the last 4 months to ask how my thesis was progressing. Each time I replied with an "it is going pretty well", though I failed to send any document, since I never wrote anything. I wasted my precious time watching Netflix shows and listening to K-Pop songs. And now, I was standing his cabin, literally feeling like a failure as he rightfully verbally bashed me.
Prof. Russel, or to be more precise, Prof. Pearce Russel has always been an extremely popular teacher among the female students. He is about 32 years old, well over 6 feet tall, with a toned body and a strict yet gorgeous face. Everything about this man is literal perfection. He had come to teach right after completing his Ph.D in English from Cambridge University. The only thing that irked everyone was his annoying girlfriend. Everyone knew that she stood nowhere near him. She's just plain, if not downright on the uglier side, with no ambition in life and clinging onto him like a parasite. He himself seemed to be disgusted by her.
Just like all the 18-21 year old undergrad and postgrad students, I too have always had a strong crush on him. But the difference was, they all shamelessly showed him how much they liked him, while I looked at him as if he did not interest me at all. And that definitely caught his attention!
After a few days of coursework, he had once said to me "You look awfully young for being a Ph.D student."
"I'm 27, Sir. I'm not that young!" I replied.
I clearly remember how he eyed me carefully, top to bottom, surely impressed by how well I took care of my looks. I mean I myself have always been proud of my looks. I am a gym addict and I sport an impressive body, measuring 34C-25-35, along with long dark hair and an immaculate dressing sense. After that, I often spent my alone time stalking his Instagram and fingering myself looking at his pictures. Every single damn time I would close my eyes, fingers deep into my pussy, and shiver violently as I orgasmed, taking his name. In every class I noticed him staring at me, making it harder for me to concentrate. But when necessary and when it came down to studies, his passion for the subject took away all romantic and sexual tension and he would be strict as hell.
4 months back, he told me he would send me materials to expand my thesis. And I wasted this long time, basically doing absolutely nothing. And now I was standing in his cabin, feeling ashamed of myself. He let out a huge sigh.
"As your co-supervisor, I must report this to the authorities" he said in a cold voice.
"What? No! Sir please no! Give me just 1 week. I can finish reading everything and then I can work on the thesis as needed and as instructed by you!" At this point the desperation in my voice and the tears in my eyes somewhat softened him.
"I don't know, Ashley. What if you waste more time? I'll be questioned by the authorities" he said as he seemed to ponder.
"I give you my word that I won't let that happen!" I blurted out quickly.
He thought hard for a full few minutes and finally looked at me.
"Tell me honestly. What the hell were you even doing all this time? Why did you not find time to write or read? This is your bloody Ph.D! Do you even know what it means and how much work it takes?" His words were quite logical and I felt like an idiot!
"I..I was..I..." I was trying to come up with a good excuse but nothing came out of my mouth other than some stammering.
"So, nothing. You were doing nothing in particular. You just wasted the time for no reason" he sounded pissed as he said.
I could not reply, since he was telling the truth and I was a terrible liar!
"I don't have a single ounce of faith in you. I know it for a fact that you will do the same thing again. Class time ends at 4pm. My spare apartment-cum-office is very near. You will come with me and sit in my living room and study. You will do that for the next week, each day. You can go home at around 7 or 7.30. I will book you an Uber" he basically commanded.
I don't know why, but the idea of being alone with him in an empty apartment made me instantly feel wet between my legs. I tried to keep myself composed but it was hard to focus. I just managed to say "Sure, Sir" and left his cabin. I spent the rest of the day in the library and occasionally went to the cafeteria for some snacks. But my sinful mind kept going back to the same fucking place.
Maybe a thick book was open in front of me on the library table, but my mind was not reading a single word. In my mind, I was either being pinned to the wall by Pearce or was moaning on the bed with his body weight on top of me, his dick deep inside me!
His text came at around 4.10 pm. "Meet me in the parking space"
I checked my makeup and hair and made sure my cleavage was visible in an elegant way. Then I walked out the gate and walked into the parking area. I knew which his car was. It was a deep maroon Mercedes sedan. He was leaning against the car and from a distance, he looked breathtaking. I could not help but notice how the blue shirt stretched over his broad chest and how his biceps were quite visible. And I did NOT fail to notice the slight bulge in his well-fitted trousers. I walked towards him, trying not to make it obvious that I was checking him out.
"Get in. Once we reach, I'll make you a tall cup of coffee. You have a lot of studying to do" he said as he got into the driver's seat.
"Yes, Sir!" Part of me wanted to say "Yes, Sir, I'll be a good girl!"
We drove in silence and as we stopped at a traffic signal, I noticed him staring at my thighs as my dress slid up quite a bit. I smiled internally and tried to hide my excitement.
After about 10 minutes we reached his apartment building and entered his small yet tastefully decorated apartment. I immediately noticed the 2 large paintings in the living room. They were both abstract art.
"The paintings are beautiful.." I complimented.
"Ignore the paintings and open your laptop. Am making coffee" Pearce said in somewhat of a rude way.
I obediently opened my laptop and opened the first article he had sent me. It was pretty long and I knew it would take me a solid 3 to 4 hours to read.
"Here's your coffee. And please don't tell anyone that I asked you to come here. It is unethical for a professor to invite a female student to his apartment" Pearce said as he returned with 2 steaming hot mugs of black coffee.
"Of course, Sir. I understand"
He settled down in a chair beside me and we both started reading. He was reading a book on modern fiction while I was trying to read the article but could only think about having his large hand squeeze my boobs.
I was so busy fantasizing for a long time that I did not realize when my breathing got deeper and I was unconsciously shifting in my seat, my panties already soaked with my juices.
"Are you okay?" his voice brought me back to the reality.
"Yes, Sir. Am fine" I barely controlled myself.
"How much did you read? It is almost 40 minutes already" he asked, looking at my laptop screen.
In horror, I realized that I had read not a single fucking word!
"I...actually..I'm just..I'm trying to read slowly so that I can understand each line and what it represents.." I was stammering and as usual, my lie was terribly bad!
He looked at me with his head cocked to a side and he smiled sarcastically.
"Really? Is that so?" Pearce's said in a sassy way! Damn him!
His gaze was so intense that I had to lower my eyes.
"On your feet, NOW!" He nearly growled.
I instantly stood up at his command. He stood up too and came and stood in front of me. He took another step dangerously close to me and I instinctively stepped back. He took another step towards me and I again stepped back. Suddenly he pushed me towards the wall and pinned my hands above the head. I looked up at him, with a look that was a mixture of fear and sexual hunger.
He held my hands in place with one of his hands and with his other hand he pulled up my dress. He then slid his hand into my pink lace panties. He looked at me and grinned.
"Ashley Bell is wet and horny like a pretty little slut!" he sounded pretty excited.
I surely got offended by that word, since I never had sex. He noticed my displeasure and his eyes softened.
