Elizabeth Stark could not believe how drastically her life had changed since the night before. She now ached for her very own student, Thomas Davidson, the quiet but lazy prodigy who slept through at least half her lectures. Her breathing became slightly ragged as her mind raced and the phone began to ring. The first ring passed by, she didn't really expect him to answer right away. The second went in the same fashion and again she told herself that was to be expected, he would make her wait. She shifted impatiently in her seat as the third ring faded into her memory and the fourth started. There was a soft click that followed the last ring that left Elizabeth gasping, there was no answer.
All of her frustration spilled out and she threw the phone down on her bed, laying there aching, waiting, hoping, that somehow she had done right and would be rewarded. This feeling didn't last long, and it was soon replaced with anger at that young punk thinking he could play with her like this. To think that she was taken in by him, dominated, and used by him, and that she had seemed to want it all. The only problem with her anger is that it was fleeting, because those thoughts of what had happened the other night had crept into her mind and were slowly taking over as she felt herself grow wet.
She groaned softly as she felt her own body betray her, one hand wandering down between her legs, already rubbing. The other hand sliding across her breasts again and again while the moans started under her breath. Fingers pinched her nipple, Elizabeth's body didn't seem to be under her control. It was as if she were a puppet, being moved by someone else's hands, acting out someone else's thoughts, as if she had no say in the matter. As this thought occurred to her, a new level of excitement overtook, she ripped and tore at her clothes with all her strength until she lay naked and plunging her fingers deep inside herself. Unbidden Thomas's voice came into her head, "Cum for me little slut, never forget that I will always control you."
Elizabeth moaned louder and rubbed faster getting so close to cumming, and then that damn phone began to ring. She nearly screamed as she immediately felt her hand leave her breasts to answer the phone regardless of any anger at Thomas. Shaking Elizabeth brought the phone to her ear slowly.
"Hello?"
"Oh Liz" she shivered, "I can hear your breathing, you weren't being naughty without me were you my little slut."
"I...I," she stammered.
"Don't bother lying I know those sounds. I know that breath you're all hot and wet and it's driving you crazy isn't it Liz? All you want is for me to come over and fuck you isn't it?"
"YES! I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me. I can't take it anymore. The aching won't go away. The throbbing in my clit, the thrusting of my hips, and this feeling in my head that won't let me think about anything else. Please fuck me!"
"Liz?"
