Jane's pulse pounded in her ears as she made her way down the long hallway past various university faculty doors. The shy girl's eyes flitted from one name plaque to the next until she came to "Prof. Thomas Hiddleston." She hefted the books in her arms to one side to tuck her hair behind her ears and attempted to push down the nervousness she felt as she approached her teacher's office. The charming Professor Hiddleston could be rather formal and strict. He insisted on pushing his students. The butterflies in her stomach were an indication that confronting him was wildly out of her comfort zone, but before she could change her mind and turn around, she forced herself to knock against the doorframe.

"Professor?"

Seated at his desk grading papers for an advanced level Classics section, Professor Hiddleston glanced up, removing his glasses for a moment and tiredly rubbing his eyes. Damn the man for looking so attractive when he was exhausted. He should look haggard after a long day of classes, but instead, he looked perfect in tailored trousers and a white Oxford with the sleeves rolled up and a few buttons undone. The professor glanced at the small clock on his desk before returning his gaze to his student, brow cocked in challenge.

"Miss Stevens. I apologize, my office hours are just coming to an end. Perhaps you can try again tomorrow at an earlier time." He offered her a regretful smile. "Goodnight."

His eyes lingered on her and the corner of his mouth quirked upwards in a small smile as he focused once again on the papers before him, as if the girl would surely depart. Jane shifted nervously, determined not to leave until he explained why he'd given her such harsh marks on her paper. Everything in her screamed at her to retreat, but she stood up straight, clutching her textbooks tightly to her chest and clearing her throat.

"There are eight more minutes before your availability ends, Professor."

Looking up, he inhaled deeply resting his hands on the flat surface of his desk. As he considered her for a moment, Jane blushed as the spent man seemed to perk, his eyes brightening as he took in her low-cut dress and modest length skirt. He gave a curt nod.

"I suppose we can speak for a few minutes. Take a seat," he motioned to the chair before his desk. "What may I help you with, Miss Stevens?"

"My paper, sir," she said with slight unease. Jane pulled a binder from her bag and grabbed the document, sliding it across the wooden surface to him

He lowered his eyes to the first page and traced his finger along his lip as he read.

"Ah, yes. On the import roles of Iliadic women. I remember. It was a good paper," he praised in his smooth, alluring voice.

She nodded, cracking her knuckles nervously in her lap.

"Thank you… But my grade doesn't reflect that."

Professor Hiddleston raised a brow and glanced over the rest of her work, nodding once or twice before setting it back on his desk and turning the paper so that it faced Jane. His eyes flicked to hers, and her heart pounded when a sly smile graced his lips. For several beats, he simply looked at her, his gaze roaming from her face to her chest. Self-consciously, she crossed her arms to cover breasts, internally cursing as she felt her hardened nipples brush against her forearms. His stare was unnerving and sent an unfamiliar heat straight between her legs. She'd prefer her body not announce her reaction to the tension crackling between them.

With a cocky smile, he rose and walked around the meticulously organized piece of furniture. Jane froze when he advanced and her breath caught in her throat. As he walked behind her, the poor girl started when his hands slid down the arms of the chair, effectively caging her as he leaned forward so that his cheek rested against hers. Her flesh erupted in goosebumps as his warm skin slid against her own, the stubble along his chin burning as it scraped her soft cheek. He picked up the paper and held it before them so they could both easily see his red marks scribbled on the pages.

"Your translations were off here," he pointed, "and here." What she had quoted in Latin he read out loud in English. '"…There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover's whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad." "Irresistible" should be intolerabilis, not intolerandum," he said quietly, his breath hot against her ear. "And here," his finger pointed to another word circled in red ink. '"Mad" should be insanis, not furorem."

Pressing her lips together, Jane steeled her nerves and nodded.

"I-I realize that now, but you took off five points for each mistake," she argued. "I compared my essay with Lauren's, you only took off three points for each of her grammatical errors."

The Professor chuckled.

"You, my dear Jane," her lower belly tightened as he said her name, "are more intellectually inclined than your friend. You should've known better than to make such silly mistakes."

Jane baulked, certain she'd misheard him.

"W-what?"

He used the tip of his nose to nuzzle against her ear.

"You heard me, sweet girl. You've greater capabilities than Lauren."

"I-What? You can't take off varying amounts of points for the same errors just because you think one student is brighter than another!"

"Watch your tone, Miss Stevens," he crooned into her ear.

Heat bloomed in Jane's belly as he brushed her hair over her shoulder and placed his hand on the bare nape of her neck. His silence unnerved her. She was fairly positive this was bordering inappropriate, but she wasn't certain what to say. Words simply tumbled from her mouth without permission.

"But it's not fair," she whispered.

He tsked her softly.

"No, it's not." He ran his fingers though the silky length of her hair, tucking the strands behind her ear. "But do you know what else is not fair?" His thumb brushed up and down against the bare skin of her neck, making her shiver. "Watching you sit demurely before me while I lecture, hanging on every word that comes out of my mouth like it's the gospel," he murmured against her hair.

Jane's breath came in short pants. She was just an attentive student! Of course, it didn't hurt that he was devastatingly pleasant to look at, but it was common knowledge that his female pupils found him attractive. His posh accent, sharp sense of style and brilliant mind were enough to make any girl smitten.

"I've seen how you look at me, darling Jane." He paused for a moment, the only sound in the room was the ticking clock and her shaky breathing. "The wonder, the admiration," he continued, pressing his lips against her bare shoulder. "It's enough to make a man mad, little girl."

Her brain did not give her body permission make the soft whining noise that sounded from the back of her throat. Almost dizzy, she felt like she was dreaming. The heat of his body and his scent was overwhelming her: the leather of bound books, the spice of his cologne and a smell that was uniquely him.

"Professor," she choked, gripping the arms of the chair as she frantically tried to process.

Overwhelmed and eager to distance herself from him, she rose. Initially he helped her up, but then continued lifting her, spinning her so she perched facing him on his desk. Her chest tightened as she attempted to take in much needed air, but the adrenaline hitting her wouldn't let her breathe.

Jane looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes full of confusion and a hint of timid lust. She sat completely still as he slowly backed away from her, his blue eyes pinning her in place as he reached behind him to shut and lock his office door. She swallowed hard and fought to catch her breath, the throbbing between her legs growing insistent. When he stalked back to her, his eyes were hungry, bordering ravenous. She sat completely still, looking up at him in fright.

"There's a good girl," he murmured, lifting her chin with a finger so she was forced to maintain eye contact with him.

"Now. You earned an B on the paper, Jane. Your overall grade in the class is still an A."

He tilted his head to the side, brows raised in question as he ran his hands over her shoulders, pushing off her cardigan. Her mouth worked up and down, but she couldn't find her voice. He leaned forward, ghosting his lips against her jaw as he spoke as he reached behind her and unzipped the back of her dress.

"Did you just want an excuse to come into my office?"

Shivering and completely scandalized that he'd think her so devious, she adamantly shook her head. Of course she was attracted to her professor, but she lacked the audacity to straight out come on to him. He pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders, hissing between his teeth as he revealed her breasts nestled safely in dark lace bra.

"Take it off."

With shaking hands Jane reached behind her and unhooked the garment, letting it fall forward and clutching her arms to her chest.

"I don't think I completely believe you."

She scoffed, indignant, but couldn't manage to piece together a retort.

With a small grin, he shook his head and peeled her arms away, letting the bra drop to the floor. He tested the weight of a breast with a warm hand, grunting as he used his thumb to coax her nipple into a tight little bud. A soft whimper broke his trance. His smile was comforting, but promised of more to come as he released her breast and rested his palms on her thighs, squeezing gently.

"Have you been imagining yourself on my desk with your legs up over my shoulders and my mouth on your sweet cunt?"

Jane gasped audibly, shocked at his crude language, but even more startled at the resulting wetness she felt soaking her panties.

"Have you thought about that, sweet girl?"

He leaned forward, grinding his hardening cock against her core and earning a soft moan. Thomas brushed his lips against her neck, stopping to suck at the pulse point beneath her chin. She moaned, her head falling back as her eyes closed.

"Or," he licked a stripe along her throat, "are you just desperate for my cock? Is that it? Should we see if your tight little pussy is wet for your professor?"

Immediately Jane tried to close her legs, horrified at what he would find. She could feel the slick, damp fabric of her panties against her pussy and couldn't bear for him to discover her in such a state. She began to squirm.

"Be still."

The tone of his voice ceased her struggling, but she could no longer look him in the eye as he pried her thighs apart.

"What am I going to find, Jane?"

With a whimper, she shook her head, but the professor slowly slid the skirt of her dress up around her middle, lifting her gently to pull the fabric out from under her. He grunted at the sight of her panties, the center dark with moisture and clearly outlining the lips of her cunt.

"Oh, my dirty girl," he crooned, running a finger along her covered slit and making her gasp as her hips rose up off the desk.

Cheeks flaming with embarrassment, she shook her head. "I can't help it," she rasped, looking up at him with desperation.

He shook his head, tutting her quietly as he peeled off her panties, discarding them on the floor with her bra.

"You're a sweet girl, Jane." He leaned forward, sucking her earlobe into his mouth. "But sometimes even sweet girls need to be treated like little whores." His teeth bit down and chuckled when her breath stuttered. Slowly he pulled away and stared down at her, his eyes blazing with heat as she whimpered.

"I know, darling. Now, you're going to let me touch you now, aren't you?"

Jane whined softly, her arousal spiking as he spoke. All thoughts of academia and what was right left her mind as his long fingers slipped between her folds. Her head dropped back and her eyes fluttered shut.

"Please," she whispered, crying out softly as his nimble, practiced fingers found her clit. She wasn't even sure what she was begging for, she just knew she needed more.

"You're going to have to ask nicely."

Slightly incoherent from the pleasure building in her lower belly, Jane shook her head in confusion.

"I-What? Please," she whimpered.

"Please, Sir," he corrected.

Her cheeks bloomed with even more color as her hooded eyes grew wide once more.

"I-I don't…"

"Say it."

There was a brief pause before she cracked.

"Please, Sir," she whined, embarrassed that he was reducing her to such a desperate, needy state.

"Good girl."

Taking another step forward, he increased the speed with which he was rubbing her clit, using her own moisture to smoothly work her into a frenzy. Desperate for some source of grounding, she grasped his shirt, whimpering as she wantonly spread her legs even further. With a smirk, he used his free hand to cup her jaw and kissed her soundly. She let out a loud moan against his mouth, clutching onto him for dear life as her hips began to rock on his desk. He groaned, the sound vibrating between their lips. Encouraged, she thrust herself against his hand, letting out a shrill cry as she began to come.

"That's it, Jane. Come for me," he purred in her ear as her pussy contracted violently, clenching as if desperately searching for a cock to fill it.

He muffled her cries with a hand over her mouth, for which she was grateful because she lost all control over her volume as her climax shot through her. She sat shivering, fingers still wrapped in his shirt as she fought to stay sitting up. Her professor smirked, brushing her hair from her face as she came down.

"That was very good, darling. Now, lay back."

Thinking independently proved to be beyond her post-orgasm capabilities. All she could do was comply. Obediently Jane reclined on his desk, her skirt still rucked up around her middle as her opened legs dangled off the edge. He stood back for a beat, taking a moment to admire her flushed, dripping pussy and groaned, palming himself through his trousers. Stepping forward once more, he made quick work of his belt and buttons and pulled his throbbing cock out, giving it several strokes as he looked down at her.

"Are you ready, Jane?"

With a whimper, she nodded, arching her back off the desk in need.

"Please Sir," she whispered.

With a slightly lecherous grin, he stepped between her parted thighs and slid the head of his cock inside her, making them both hiss. He gave several thrusts, groaning as he sank into her tight heat. Immediately she wrapped her legs around his waist, making him grin as he leaned over her, planting his palms on either side of her head as he began pumping his hips.

"Someone's getting greedy."

She managed a tiny scowl that completely dissolved when he gave a particularly rough thrust, causing her to cry out and arch once more.

"There's a good girl. Your pupils are blown completely black, my dear. Are you sure you didn't want this before now?"

She managed to gasp in response before he pressed his lips to hers once more, making her moan against his mouth. Jane wrapped an arm around his shoulders to keep herself anchored as his thrusts became rougher, threatening to push her backwards on the desk with their power. In the back of her mind alarms were blaring, screaming at her to get the hell off his desk, but the sweet, soothing timbre of his voice and the lascivious words spilling from between his lips lulled her into delirious submission. She began keening, beyond caring at the noise she made as he covered her mouth once more.

"That's it, sweet girl. Come apart for me."

His thrusts became harder, hips slapping against hers he surged feverishly forward and buried himself in her hot cunt. Unable to gather enough coherent thought to form a sentence, Jane managed only to make unintelligible noises as she fought to breathe, the pressure building once again in her belly as came to her boiling point.

"Oh my God," she groaned beneath his hand, wrapping her legs tighter around his middle. "Fuck."

"Language, Miss Stevens," he clipped, removing his hand and silencing her with his mouth.

They both moaned, Jane's a higher pitched whine as he continued driving into her.

"Come on my cock, dear girl."

Jane's cunt didn't give her a choice. At his command, obediently launched her into a quivering orgasm, her entire body clinging to him as pleasure shot from her the bottom of her spine. She chanted obscenities, settling with having to atone for her cursing once they were finished. Her poor mind couldn't scrape up any other words to utter as she came apart.

"That's it, darling," he coaxed, fucking every last throbbing pulse from her.

She lay beneath him boneless, looking up with glassy, hooded eyes as he began to pump his thick length into her ruthlessly. The muscle in his jaw ticked as he grit his teeth, head falling back as he came, growling in the back of his throat as he spilled his seed inside her. As his thrusts slowed, they both lay panting on his desk. He relaxed slowly, careful not to rest all his weight on her as he let his forehead drop forward onto her bare chest. Shyly she stroked her fingers through his hair, blushing as he moaned and placed an open mouth kiss between her breasts.

Once they'd both caught their breaths, he pushed himself up and pulled out of her with a reluctant groan, both releasing disappointed sighs at the loss. As Jane sat up he bent to retrieve her discarded panties. She tilted her head as he stuffed them in his pocket, a boyish grin crossing his features at her surprise. He helped her back into her bra and righted her dress, smoothing her mussed hair from her face.

"We'll need these later, sweet girl. But now they're not important."

Blinking in confusion, Jane frowned.

"Later?"

"Mhmm. Later," he leaned in and kissed her soundly.

Brows raising in surprise, Jane's voice was little more than a squeak.

"There's a later?"

"Oh yes, darling. There's a later."