A/N – A couple of weeks ago I woke up from a very naughty dream, and couldn't shake some of the scenes my subconscious served up. So, I had to either call my therapist or start a new fanfic and decided on the latter. I wasn't going to post, but my wonderful beta Sunflower changed my mind with her responses to my facebook post. This is my Christmas gift to her, but is NOT beta'ed. (What kind of gift would it be if she had to work on it?) Please forgive any errors which are definitely all mine.
This will definitely earn its M-rating. If you find the idea of a professor manipulating his students for his own sexual gain offensive – DON'T read. Otherwise, enjoy…
Chapter 1 – Registration
I smiled as my office phone began to ring once again. I knew without even looking the name that was flashing on the caller ID screen: Bella Swan.
She had been in one of my classes for each of the past three years, and had been one of the first to request a seat in my graduate level seminar. Though I was still developing the program, certainly the first and only of its kind, I knew without a doubt that Bella was going to benefit greatly from it. She was certain to be my star pupil in more ways than one.
But, first, I would make her work for it. She had tortured me long enough to deserve a little punishment in return. From the first time she had stumbled into Psychology 101 as a doe-eyed freshman, she had entranced me. Those eyes were the first thing that captured my notice. Their brown color could appear ordinary at first glance, but once you really gazed into them their warmth enveloped you. Tiny flecks of gold and darker shades sparkled in their depths.
But, more than this, her eyes were so revealing as to her thoughts. I could see when she was puzzled just by the slight change of her iris. When she grasped something from one of my lectures, her eyes literally twinkled with delight at the new thought.
At first, I forced myself to believe she was no different than any other young woman who I taught before. It was so easy for them, and for me, to confuse their burning curiosity for my subject with a carnal desire for the man who provided for them. You could say that I took advantage of their naiveté to feed my needs – my need to instruct, to feel powerful and generous, and my need to bury my cock in young tight pussy. I was a tenured professor, but I was still in my early thirties. The myth of the male libido waning with the decades had not proven itself in me.
But, Bella was different. Though I knew from the dozens of unconscious signals she gave off during my classes that she desired me as much as I desired her, she never acted as the other students did. She did not stoop to wearing provocative clothing, to rubbing her thighs together or spreading her legs under the desk. She never brought food or drink to class in an effort to bring my attention to her very full mouth.
Instead, she made me dream of burying my head between those creamy thighs and ramming my cock down her throat with her intellect. She never missed an opportunity to challenge me. When the assigned reading was weak, she found better material on her own and quoted it to win debates in class. Though she appeared shy when her classmates tried to engage her on a personal level, in lectures and debate she was altogether different. She was a lethal tigress; she pounced at the first hint of weakness and ripped her rivals to shreds.
The first time she made another student literally cower from her oratory skills, I had to dismiss the class early. Her arguments against Freud's theories on dreams replayed in my head as I locked myself in my office and gave myself a hand job. After I spilled my seed on the horrible rug in my office, I worked on grading her papers, and had to jerk off again when I read hers.
I had to find a way to repay her for the agony and the ecstasy she put me though. It took over a year of careful planning, and calling in just about every favor I had earned with the university faculty and trustees. But, it would be worth it.
The phone went silent. I smirked at it, and then put my feet up on my desk with my hands behind my neck, watching the door expectantly.
I could hear her approach, certain it was Bella because the footsteps faltered in a stumble twice within hearing distance. Seconds later, the beautiful brunette fell practically head first into my office, having attempted to beat the door with her fist, only to have it swing open.
"Oh," she cried, trying to right herself. Her plump lips were pulled into a scowl, and she huffed her hair out of her face. "Professor Masen, you're here," she blushed as she said this, embarrassed to have stated the obvious.
"Yes, I just got in," I replied casually. "What can I do for you, Miss Swan?"
Bella frowned at me, and I suppressed a laugh at the temper she was obviously in. "The Registrar told me that you rejected my request to be in your human sexuality seminar next semester."
"And?" I prompted.
Bella huffed again. "And, I wanted to know why I was rejected. I've maintained a 4.0 in all of your other classes. You can't be doubting my ability to handle the coursework."
Oh, I had zero doubts. But, this was the first part of my plan.
"Well, you see, Bella, that's just it." I frowned slightly at her, a mixture of fake sympathy and condescension. "Despite your obviously high intelligence, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to handle this particular class. Frankly, I'm surprised you even wanted to enroll. The seminar is meant to prepare students who are interested in becoming sex therapists. I didn't think that particular branch of psychology was of interest to you."
"Why would you assume that?" she all but growled at me. I smiled at her kitten anger.
"Well…" I trailed off, letting her form her own conclusions as to what I may think of her.
Bella put her hand on her hip and looked about ready to tear me to pieces, but then stopped herself, obviously remembering my constant lectures that a professional therapist must remain detached and professional.
"Professor," Bella began. "I feel you're judging my capabilities on this particular matter with no real knowledge. I want to become a therapist because I'm called to help people. Obviously, sexuality is a major component in every person's mental well being. I feel this course is very important to help me achieve my goals."
"Really?" I said. "For some reason I had you pegged as one of those psychology majors who wanted to become an academic – research and publishing studies, that kind of thing. I didn't realize you wanted to practice."
I had to bite my cheek to hold back the laugh and the arousal at the color that flooded her cheeks. I knew full well what Bella thought of those who earned degrees to sit in their ivory towers.
"It's always been my goal to practice," Bella said, her eyes narrowing slightly in irritation.
"Huh," I said. "Well, I must have missed that you were working towards that. I felt certain otherwise."
Bella was obviously warring with her emotions. I could see how much she wanted to tell me off but knew that it was up to me whether she would be in my class. She thought saying the wrong thing now would keep her from what she wanted.
If only she knew how much planning I had invested into fulfilling her needs and desires next semester.
"What do you need me to do to convince you I should be in your seminar, Professor?" her tone was expressionless. When I replayed this scene tonight in the shower, I would color her words with the desperation she was trying to hide.
"Hmm…" I said. I took a moment to play with the mouse of my computer. I could see the muscles in Bella's jaw straining as she ground her teeth together in frustration, but she remained silent.
"Well, your persistence has made me tempted to change my mind," I finally said. "You've e-mailed me how many times? Not to mention the texts and voicemails." I turned my eyes away from the computer and locked my gaze in her face, then continued slowly. "And now you're here in my office, practically begging me."
"I am begging," Bella said. As she said the words, her posture changed ever so slightly. "I'll do anything, Professor. Please." Her knees were slowly bending in her supplication. I wondered how close to the floor she would get before she became conscious of the fact. I intended to have her fully on her knees soon enough, but not today.
"Well, Bella," I started, her gaze turned hopeful. "I just want to make sure you know what you're signing up for. This class by its nature is very personal and can be overwhelming for some students. And you should know, I take a very unorthodox approach."
"That's why I want to take your class, professor," she said. "I know you can teach any aspect of psychology in a way no one else can. I want to be the best at what I do, and that means learning from the best."
"Let me be perfectly clear, Bella." I began, standing up and taking a step toward her. Her eyes widened as her neck bent back to share up at me, but she didn't step back even though we were less than inches apart. "If I allow you into this class, you must do everything I ask of you without question. And, I will be asking you to push yourself to limits that you haven't even considered. I can promise you that you will learn more about yourself and the human condition when it comes to sexuality than you currently think possible. But, you must follow the same standard as everyone else that is taking the class."
"What standard is that?" she asked, with only the slightest tremor in her voice.
"First, you must sign a non-disclosure statement." I smiled at the look of confusion that crossed her face. "This is not the kind of seminar that you'll be working with a study group in the library. Everything that happens in class and as part of your assignments will be between only me, yourself, and whatever classmates you…" I paused for a half second before speaking the next word "collaborate with."
"-And the academic review board," she filled in.
"No," I said. "The academic review board knows nothing and will know nothing of the details of how I teach my class. They've agreed to respect my privacy and my student's confidentiality with the sole caveat that each student will evaluate the class' effectiveness without going into any detail."
"That's quite unorthodox," Bella said as if she couldn't keep the thought from escaping. The crease between her eyebrows deepened.
"Like I said," I turned away from her. "It's not for everyone."
Bella continued to chew on her lip in silence. I bored into her eyes, taking as much control as I could muster to not let my gaze wander down to her lovely curves that had haunted my fantasies for so long. Sensing she was wavering, allowing fear to overcome desire, I gave her another push.
"There's nothing wrong with the academic track, Ms. Swan," I said. "I have no doubt you can make a substantial contribution in the research field."
"What makes you so sure you know what I can do?" she snapped back, bringing her chin up in defiance.
"I meant that as a compliment, of course," I told her. We both knew otherwise.
"You meant it as a compliment to imply that I would be better off in research and not practice?" she bit back. Her kitten anger was adorable, and I didn't stop the smile that spread across my face.
"Ms. Swan," condescension colored every syllable I next spoke. "Human sexuality can be very uncomfortable for even practiced therapists. I make it a point to push every one of my seminar students to their personal limits. Are you sure you want me to do that to you?"
"I want to learn, Professor," she said. "That's why I worked so hard to get to this point. You can't shut me out of an opportunity just because of a perception."
"Hmm…" for the first time, I allowed my gaze to travel down her body. She had dressed as she usually did, in loose jeans and a sweatshirt that all but camouflaged her gender. "Why don't you take a day or two to think this over, Ms. Swan." Before she could argue again, I continued, "I'll let you take a NDA with you. If you still feel you want to submit yourself to the work I'll be expecting of you bring me back the form and I'll see you in class next week."
I took the paper from my desk, and as expected, Bella grabbed it from my hand and immediately bent over took a pen and sign it.
"Tut, tut, Ms. Swan," I admonished. "I'm glad you are not set on becoming a lawyer. You should always read anything you put your name to."
"I trust you," Bella breathed. "And I know myself. I'll be the best student you've ever had. I just need you to sign the registrar's form."
"Very well," I said. "If you're certain."
"I am."
I handed Bella the form with a smirk. "We'll be in Lecture Hall 4," I told her.
"I thought this was an exclusive class, Professor Masen," Bella asked. "Isn't that the largest hall on campus?"
"It is, indeed," I said. "And we'll need the room."
A/N – Intrigued? Class will be in session tomorrow!