Mark Jefferson-A tall, well-built, masculine man always standing before her in casual clothing. His messy dark brown hair angled in almost every direction while his beard is nicely trimmed. His dark brown eyes shielded by his black and white rimmed lenses. His jet blazer covering his white buttoned-up undershirt, obviously hiding the muscles he has beneath it, along with black slacks and shoes.
The man of few words always appeared to have kept his camera by him, always prepared to take a shot whenever the chance. Photography has been his main passion. But not many have seen the passion he has behind it. Behind the lenses of his glasses lies the truth of his view behind the lens in his camera. He's charismatic, charming, and handsome nonetheless, but behind that appearance lies a dark side he only shows little to none.
"Ms. Caulfield!" Mr. Jefferson called out the young girls name, grabbing her attention.
"Huh? Oh! I'm sorry, wh-what was it you asked?" She put her full undivided attention on him.
"I'm asking you to stay after class. I have some things to talk to you about with your latest photo." He looked at her with his usual calm demeanor.
"Oh, of course." She grinned.
"Good." He cocked his head slightly, raising a brow as a smirk appeared across his face.
An hour passed and everyone left, making the classroom completely empty, leaving only Max and Mr. Jefferson alone together in class. The young teen walked up to his desk. There he sat, looking at photo's on his high tech computer. The adolescent admired his work and his appearance. The teen knew this man was popular among all women, after all, he has grabbed her attention as well, sometimes even the men. Envy and slight jealousy crossed Max whenever Victoria surrounded him like a stray puppy-dog, but she was always in denial to the thought and emotion that always crept up inside her, slowly festering deep inside her.
The teen shook her head, trying to clear her mind before calling out to him, "Mr. Jefferson?" Max tried to grab his attention.
Mr. Jefferson looked up, noticing Max's presence, "Call me Mark. After all, I am your tutor during after hours. So no need for formality." He smirked, leaning back in his chair.
"Heh... I know. Just a habit of mine, seeing as to how I can't call you Mark during school hours." The adolescent giggled.
"Oh, Maxine... Such an innocent young woman you are." He chuckled.
"Really now?" She laughed lightly, walking up to him, "If I remember correctly- you were the one that happened to take away my innocence Mr. Jefferson. Well, Mark, seeing as to how school hours are over now."
The two stared deeply into each others eyes, neither one of them surrendering to look away, even though clearly enough to Max, her heart couldn't handle the deep gaze she always receives from Marks dark brown eyes. The look in his eyes makes her feel as though she's being buried alive. As her heart beats rapidly from his mysteriousness, it makes her feel as though she's suffocating from it. The presence of him and their time alone makes her feel as though she is slowly dying little by little inside after being captured by such a twisted man. Max never understood her reasons for having such interests in a man like him, but she couldn't contain herself from coming back to him for more.
"Well, you are always innocent in my eyes." He grabbed hold of her wrist making her end up land on his lap, "Your innocence may have been taken away, but the look of innocence in your figure still stands tall." He chuckled as he pulled Max closer, wrapping his arms around her, making her lean back against him as he whispered those words.
The adolescent felt a chill of excitement as she felt his warm breath land on her bare neck. The sweet scent of citrus combined with lavender in his cologne surrounding them. The rough feel of his trimmed beard scratching along her skin as he caresses against her bare neck making Max feel slight ticklish from the tips of his trim gliding against her. He nuzzled up against her as his hands began to travel her body. One hand rubbing her leg while the other slid its way up to her shoulder, reaching its way to her neck to caress it smoothly on one side while he rubbed his beard alongside the other.
"Oh, how I wish we could spend our time in here." He chuckled, practically teasing the teen.
"Y-You're so cruel, Mr. Jefferson." Max pouted, trying to hold in her light moan.
The teen closed her eyes as shivers began to slowly creep up on the teen once she quivered by the sensation of his hand sliding between her legs. By impulse she began to grind against his hand. Her eyes opened widely as she noticed she followed along with his hand, showing proof of her craving for the feel of him. Max bit her lip out of embarrassment, covering her reddened face with her hands. This isn't the first time her body responded this way, it was just still new to her seeing as to how the way they've done things intimately was not the type others would view as normal. The adolescent continuously tried to view these moments as something common, but it didn't wrap around her head good enough for her mind to fully accept it, but even though her mind didn't doesn't mean her body didn't.
"Wouldn't you prefer the Dark Room though, Max?" He nibbled her ear, building up her excitement, "Continuing to be my one and only model?" He chuckled lightly, leaving echoes of his husky tone in her ear.
Just the simplest touch could easily lead her body to surrendering without hesitation. Once he asked, she nodded instantly. Her body craving for the heat he spreads through her body as he adds shivers down her spine. Toying with her. Intertwining pain and pleasure within her. Exposure that only he sees. All of those physical feelings building up inside Max just excites her more, but she couldn't wait any longer. She looked back at him with pleading eyes.
"Heh... well, isn't someone impatient?" He chuckled lightly, teasing her, "Shall I give you a little treat before we head to our Dark Room?" He smirked. The young woman nodded furiously, her curiosity growing as she awaited for what he was going to give her.
"Then you'll have to plead with the look of innocence in those lustful eyes." He sounded amused as he whispered that in her ear.
She was in a daze as her eyes stared into Marks. Max loved every single thing about this man. He gazed into hers, making her feel buried in those dark auburn eyes of his. Each time he looked at her, Max felt she was paralyzed by his stare. The light glaring upon his glasses, shielding his eyes made her feel lost. His hair in every direction, making messy look like a fashion style. His dark amber trendy beard following along his lips as he smirks. His appearance was one thing that attracted her towards him. The other... was what he hid behind those lenses.
Max had the slightest clue on what fascinated her about him. She assumed it was just his charm that grabbed her, but to her, it felt it was something different. Something completely different than what the others have fallen for. The teen just had the slightest clue on what it was that grabbed her though.
His view on innocence turning into a tainted figure has always caught his eye. He always had his eyes on those who are seen as pure. But he knew there was always a back story beneath those who lie about the truth of those who fake it. He was able to defy what she tried to hide. Though it happened to have been something to his liking. Which is what caused them to cross paths. Maybe not emotionally, but most definitely physically.
"Well, Maxine?" He chuckled, asking her once again.
Max was slightly irritated by him continuously calling her by her full first name, but she knows its a way for him to stir up her emotions, so she resigned each time he called her that way. The adolescent inhaled then exhaled slowly as she got up and turned around, sitting back on his lap, facing towards him. Max placed her hands on his broad shoulders, feeling the muscularity, while she moved one hand smoothly up and down his neck. She felt both roughness and softness on his skin. The teen looked at every facial feature of his, appreciating his presence. Many would view her insane for seeing him as someone other than a sociopath, if only they knew the truth that is, but after looking at it... in a way, her view of each other reminded her of the Joker and Harley Quinn. Once that thought crossed her mind, a part of her viewed herself as foolish, but it didn't restrain her. She just followed his request so she could receive what her body longed for from this man.
"Please Mark Jefferson. Please teach me your ways of pleasure. Please teach me the ways you turn purity into something so corrupted." She pleaded softly in his ear as she leaned in towards him, nibbling his earlobe, awaiting for his next move.
Mark slid his hands beneath her shirt, rubbing her bare skin, digging his nails slightly into the surface of her flesh, blending pain and pleasure. Max jolted by the sudden feel of pain, but gripped his shoulders as she shivered from the feel of pleasure spreading through her body slowly. His lips landed on her neck with a chuckle as he suddenly unbuttoned her bra. Her eyes sprung open by bewilderment once she perceived his hand glide up towards her breasts, slithering one hand under her bra, feeling her perked nipple.
"Heh... Nicely done, Ms. Caulfield." He smirked as he pulled her closer to him so he could speak softly in her ear.
Max had a feeling that Mark felt he had the upper hand just by the sound of his voice. It was like he knew just by her movements that she couldn't resist. She sensed that the feel of her body against his made him feel as though she was magnetized to him. He looked like he was amused by how far she has fallen into his grasp. She felt he thought his chance of grabbing her attention was a gamble, but just by the parts he knew that were sensitive to her, he knew he could win her just by the touch of his hand and by the use of his words.
He turned her around, making her face away from him. His soft lips combined with his rugged facial hair soon in contact with her bare neck. The warmth from his lips. The heat from his breath. The slight strain from his teeth as he bit into the nape of her neck thrilled Max as he claimed her as his own once again. It intensified her each time he blended strain and bliss inside and out of her body.
"M-Mr. Jefferson..." Max bit her bottom lip, holding in her light moans. She covered her mouth as she felt she was going to moan loudly any second as his hands explored her body.
"Heh... a sweet little young woman like you get so excited over the simplest touch." He murmured in her ear, soon biting into it.
"Nnn... Mr. Jefferson..." Max leaned forward, her hand still covering her mouth.
His lips soon leading to the back of her neck, his tongue slowly sliding along her neck, sucking it like a leech, leaving countless hickeys. He slid his leg between hers. His hands smoothly moving up from under her shirt. One arm wrapped around her torso while his other one slid up further to her breasts, slowly slithering under Max's bra again. Max hunched forward when she felt the tip of his finger tease her nipple, lightly squeezing it. She bit her index finger while her eyes shut even tighter, trying to hold in her moans as she felt every single one of his movements caress every sensitive spot on her body.
Simultaneously moving along her, slowly driving her crazy. Max's breathing became heavy. Her heart began to race. She slowly felt ecstasy take it's course as he slid a hand down, unbuttoning her jeans so he would have easy access for his hand to enter. Max gasped as she felt the warm touch of his hand massage the lips. The teen began to quiver as she leaned back against him once she felt the tip of his finger reach her clit. He teased it just as much as he teased her breasts. She felt she was losing her mind as he continued to caress her everywhere.
Their breathing became jagged. Her excitement becoming intensified by the touch of her teacher began to excite him. She felt she could barely breathe. Every time Max felt him, she could sense she was losing herself bit by bit. His tongue sliding up her neck, once reaching her earlobe, he placed his teeth against her skin, leaving bite marks and slight blood as he led to slight pain for his pleasure. Mr. Jefferson licked the blood, the taste of copper spreading on his tongue as he closed his lips, soon kissing Max's neck. Max's body followed suit, grinding up against him, encouraging him for more. Her mind slowly became blank once she was inches close to climaxing. As it came to a near, the adolescent ended up moaning out his name as she jerked back, feeling complete ecstasy.
"Heh...How's my student feeling?" He laughed lightly as he whispered.
"Great... so... great..." She slowly caught her breath, relaxing up against him.
"Good, but it's not over just yet, my dear." He chuckled, "It's. Just. The. Beginning."
By a sudden speed of pace he lifted her up and slammed her on his desk, facing down. Mark chuckled lightly as he lied on top of her, gliding his hands down to her hips. One hand grabbed her by the hair and lifted her up to face him. It shocked Max, but she didn't mind, she just waited with curiosity. He planted a forced kiss on her, unable to restrain himself. He rested his forehead on hers as they were catching their breath.
"I hope you're ready." He smirked, "Because you might not return to your dorm tonight." He chuckled, kissing her deeply as their time together in the classroom expanded more than what they both planned for...