The Test
Twenty-five minutes later, Riley pulled up in front of three seventeen West First Street. She pulled up the driveway, parking as she was instructed.
She paused as she looked at her reflection in the rearview mirror. "I can do this." She reassured herself as she turned off the ignition and stepped out of her car. As she locked it, she reached for the Professor's key in her pocket. Her nerves were starting to take over as she walked away from her car.
She walked quietly up the sidewalk, unlocking the door and letting herself in. The foyer was dark. Riley's eyes adjusted to the lack of light as she looked around for some indication what direction to go. She noticed dim light coming from the end of the hallway to her left, so she walked toward the light.
"Miss Andrews, you're quite punctual when it suits you." The Professor said as he turned to look at her. He approached her, smiling darkly. "Now," he paused as he grasped her chin, tilting it up so that Riley looked into his eyes. "Are you ready to continue?"
"I think so," Riley started before correcting herself. "I mean, yes, Professor." She replied quietly, trying to conceal the anxiety in her voice.
"Have some confidence, Miss Andrews." The Professor replied, moving his hands to her shoulders. "I wouldn't have asked you to come here if I didn't think you were capable. You did a wonderful job of satisfying your end of the deal."
Riley swallowed hard as she looked at the Professor. "What do you mean?" She asked quietly. "I thought what happened in your office-"
"Saved your grade? Kept you from being dropped?" He chuckled as he looked at her. "Yes, I suppose it did." He smiled as he watched her reaction. "Although your seat and grade were never really in danger."
Riley felt like she had been hit with a brick. She couldn't find the words she wanted to say as he stepped behind her again. She found her voice as she turned to face him, still reeling from his admission. "So if that was the 'test', what is this?"
The Professor grinned wickedly as he pulled her close. "This, Miss Andrews, is me getting what I want." He tucked her blonde hair behind her ear before leaning in to kiss her. His tongue slid into her mouth, mingling with hers. He was dominant, determined to overpower her. Riley whimpered as her hands relaxed, changing from balled up fists to open palms against his chest.
"You have a difficult time with the word 'no,' don't you, Riley?" The Professor asked, breaking from his kiss. He lingered close to her face, seeing the intimidation in her eyes.
"No more than you." Riley replied biting her lip as she looked down, still caught in his embrace. "I imagine it's not your favorite word to hear."
"You're right." He replied. "Which is why I seldom hear it. I almost always get what I want." He smiled back at her, thinly veiling his frustration with her reluctance.
"What if I decide that I don't want to do this?" Riley asked shyly, her cheeks beginning to flush with anticipation as she looked back up at him. She was baiting the Professor. She knew what he was going to say, but wanted to hear him say it.
Knowing what she was doing, the Professor grinned. "Then I'll just take you anyway. Willing or not." He looked at her, a wicked grin playing across his face. "You came here. That alone tells me that you're willing."
Riley shivered at the way the words seemed to hang in the air between them. The tension had become so heavy that it seemed to drown out everything else in the room.
"Why don't we have a drink first?" He asked, stepping away from her, toward the table across the room. "That way, you can lose the last of those inhibitions you're so desperately clinging to."
