A/N: This story is for Space_Dementia55 based on a prompt. This will be a multi-chapter story. Let me know what you think. You can find me on Tumblr and FB as Jelleykakes.
Adele was blaring in her ear, "What the fuck?" Emma groggily mumbled out to nobody in particular. The sleepy blonde rolled over and in her half-zoned state of mind, she reached over and looked at her bedside clock and realized that she had overslept. Again. She was truly time-challenged and was late to everything. Her mother had told her many times that she would even be late to her own funeral.
Realizing that if she didn't get her ass out from between her warm sheets immediately, she was going to miss her first day of class and forced herself to get up. If she wasn't in the situation she was in, she might have blown it off and gone back to sleep. But this was her last class, and she had to finish it, or else risk not graduating. Emma had been an excellent student and was always at the top of her class. Last semester; however, she had the bad luck to get Professor James Jadon, a.k.a. The Professor From Hell. You know the one, every university has one. The teacher who literally can make a grown man or woman cry, This particular man had a penchant for cutting you down, making you feel like an imbecile, then failing you. No matter how good your work was.
Whatever, she couldn't get caught up in 'what could have beens' right now, she needed to get to class. Luckily, Emma was able to get a spot in the online course, so she didn't have to get dressed or do anything but log onto her trusty old laptop. She really should upgrade the dinosaur that she was using, but she loved this little piece of junk, it truly was like a friend to her. It had gone through her entire college career with her, and she wasn't going to retire it until she graduated, that way she wouldn't feel like she was cheating on it.
Emma turned on the machine and ran to the bathroom to at least do some of the morning essentials while waiting for her to boot up, yes it was a girl, and it had a name, Ada. From Ada Byron, Countess of Lovelace. Analyst, metaphysician, and founder of scientific computing, also known as the "Enchantress of Numbers". What name could be more appropriate for her little computer? Okay, so Emma was a bit of a geek. Maybe a big geek...
Just as she emerged from the restroom, the desktop appeared and her notifications were pouring in. She'd have to let those wait until later, right now she had a date with her final course for her Bachelors in Computer Science degree, Artificial Intelligence, or AI. She hoped that her new professor would be interesting since this was her second time taking the class. Fucking Professor Jadon. She should have passed the first time around, but he failed 90% of his students, and she was not in the fortunate 10% that had escaped his hellhole unscathed.
As she waited for permission to enter the room she nibbled on a cinnamon roll that she had found in her nearly-empty kitchen. She was abruptly brought from her musings by the sexiest voice she had ever heard. "Ah, it seems as if we are now graced with the presence of Ms. Swan. You are tardy and in the future I will not tolerate such behavior, this will be your only pass."
"Well shit," Emma thought to herself, "sexy voice, bitchy attitude." Was this going to be another automatic fail for her?
"As I was saying before we were so rudely interrupted, I expect full participation from everybody, and by full participation, I will expect for you to have a functioning web-cam. It is not a suggestion, but a requirement. Please turn on your cameras now so that I might see who is really here. And just know, that I have seen your student identification photos, so there will be no paying friends to attend classes or anything you might do in case you thought that you were going to slide through this course."
Emma almost shit her pants right then and there. She was wearing a tattered old band shirt from a concert she had attended probably five years ago, and a pair of black yoga pants. Her hair had carelessly been tied up in a messy bun and to top it off, she was wearing her thick-rimmed black glasses. She was an absolute mess. Thank gods she had the decided to throw on some clothes, as she had slept in the buff, but was literally back in her bed, with her laptop, well… in her lap.
She had read the syllabus and the required materials list only last night. Emma honestly didn't think that they would be using their webcams on the first day of class! Oh well, here goes nothing. She depressed the button on her cam and let out a breath that she didn't even know she had been holding. One-by-one, faces began appearing on her screen. There were only twelve students in all, as this was the honors program, and only a handful of people were admitted each year. Taking a mental count, she noticed the ratio of males to females was very off. Three of the thirteen people in the room were female, ten male. This was the norm for her course of study, and she had realized this early on.
Suddenly one of the other two females in the room began speaking. She recognized the voice immediately as the one that had berated her upon entering the room. Holy hell! If she had thought the voice was amazing, that had nothing on her face. The woman was a divine being.
"We will start out by introducing ourselves to each other, seeing as we are going to be getting to know one another quite well over the next few months. I will begin. My name is Regina Mills, and I have a doctorate but will not require you to address me as such. You may call me Professor Mills or Ms. Mills."
Each student had taken their turn and when it got to Emma, she froze. She was completely enthralled by this woman, and terrified at the same time. "My name is Semma Wan… I mean Emma Swan." She wanted to die right then and there. What the actual fuck! She knew how to speak and she wasn't an overly shy person, but this woman had somehow gotten deep into her head and now her own mind was turning against her. Oh dear lord, this was going to be a long semester.
After the introductions were over, Professor Mills went through the standard first day speech. The required materials list and the syllabus were reviewed, and when that was done, she went on to explain the conduct that was expected of each person while in the video chat.
"I will divide the time between lecturing and group or individual participation. Your grades will be based heavily on your participation. I know all of you can write great papers and can pass a test, but that's not what I want to see here. This topic is so multi-faceted, I want to see what each of you can bring to the table. We essentially will all be learning from one another. I know that this isn't the normal teaching style that you are most familiar with, but I have seen great success with this method, and have learned so much myself."
Professor Mills continued, "When you are not speaking I would ask you to mute your microphones, and please refrain from eating during the participation segment of class. Listen carefully to your fellow students, you never know where I may pull an exam question from. And I know I don't have to remind you to hold your negative remarks to yourself. Write down any questions you may have so that you may ask them during your turn. At the end of the session we will have a few minutes to address any other questions and comments that we weren't able to get to during the chat."
"All of our sessions will be recorded and available for your personal use the day following the session. I suggest you get a copy of each class as they will be great study guides for the final exam. You will also be required to do all the homework as outlined in the syllabus, including the two 10-15 page papers written in the style of a scientific article, which will be due about a week after their respective programs. They are required to be written in LaTeX, using the template that will be provided. Does anyone have any questions?"
The room was silent and Emma wondered if everyone else was as thrown off as she was. She didn't know what was happening to her. It was like her brain literally had turned into mush. The worst part about this entire situation? She was wet, very wet. Emma was dying inside at how completely turned on she was by this dominatrix of a professor that she was stuck with for the next four months. All she could think of was her throbbing clit and the moisture that surely had soaked her yoga pants through, as she had gone commando that morning.
How in fuck's sakes was she going to pass this class when all she could think about was the ways in which she wanted to be taken by this woman? Normally Emma was what she considered to be a "top", but not with this woman. With Professor Mills, she would gladly relinquish the reins and let herself be completely taken.
Emma Swan was no longer an active participant in the online chat, but a prisoner of her own mind, and it was wrapped around one, very sexy, Regina Mills. She imagined her in a black corset and six inch stilettos, and nothing else. She had Emma completely stripped down and laying on the bed with her hands raised over her head, unrestrained, yet she knew somehow, that if she moved them that there would be consequences.
As the blonde lay motionless, her gorgeous professor made her way to the bed and in a cat-like manner, climbed onto the bed and hovered just above Emma, with her hair loosely hanging down, brushing the woman beneath her in such a manner that caused goosebumps to rise over every inch of her body. Ms. Mills lingered over Emma and using her upper-body strength, lowered herself until she was merely inches away from her prey. Regina took this opportunity to whisper into Emma's ear, she was barely audible, but Emma didn't miss a word. "I'm going to devour you Ms. Swan. Have you ever been properly fucked My Little Swan?" This was followed by her tongue licking her right ear and her teeth barely grazing the outer shell. The younger woman now had goosebumps on her goosebumps. She still had not moved an inch. She knew that when the woman above her wanted her to move, she would make it abundantly clear.
The blonde closed her eyes and let herself be taken in completely by the seductress above her. Feeling her mouth as it expertly made its way over Emma's body, it was as if Professor Mills had studied a map and knew ahead of time where each and every crevice was that sparked Emma's arousal.
She felt it as it trailed down her neck and went to her shoulder, stopping to leave tiny bite marks all along the path. The assault continued down the right side of her body, moving toward her breast. Regina took the already-stiffened peak into her mouth and sucked it with great force then biting it and sucking yet again. This nearly drove Emma mad and she felt feverish with desire.
Ms. Mills spent a great amount of time on each breast, this act alone almost brought Emma to climax. Then she spoke again. "I want you to watch me, My Little Swan." Emma obediently opened her eyes and gazed directly into dark, chocolate orbs. The gaze was intense, just like everything else about Professor Mills. "I want you to see what it looks like to be properly cared for. Do you hear me Emma?"
"Yes, Professor." Emma opened her eyes, and heard a voice calling to her.
"Ms. Swan, do you hear me?" Emma was no longer under her goddess of a teacher, but staring at an almost-empty computer screen. There was nobody else left in the chatroom, only the professor and herself.
Emma was freaking out internally, holy hell! She had daydreamed a sex dream in the middle of her class. In front of everyone… "I'm sorry Professor Mills, I…"
But the professor cut her off, not allowing her to finish her thought. "Ms. Swan, is this going to be a continuous habit with you? Arriving to lectures tardy, leaving early? Because you obviously were not 'with' the class Ms. Swan. Would you care to share with me where you went?"
The blonde would rather die than tell her about her little fantasy. "I'm really sorry, it won't happen again."
"Ms. Swan, you might like to know that you were making some very...interesting...sounds. I felt it best to let the session end a bit early, as I didn't think you would have wanted the rest of the class to hear them." Emma just about died.
What Regina didn't reveal to Emma was that she actually spoke and called out her name. The woman had obviously been thinking about her, and she was going to hold that little nugget for later. Regina Mills was quite fascinated with the blonde. She was very attractive, a brilliant student, and now she could most likely add lesbian to the list of qualities that Regina already admired. Figuring that she had taunted the beautiful blonde enough, she decided to go easy on her by allowing her to leave the room with her dignity intact. "That will be all for today, Ms. Swan, I expect that you will be here and on time for our next session?"
"Y-yes, Emma stuttered out. I will do that. And thank you for earlier."
"No need to thank me, Ms. Swan, I'm sure that you'll make it up to me somehow in the future. Until we meet again, have a good week." And with that, Regina signed off, leaving Emma in the room alone.
Emma literally face-palmed herself and closed down her browser. What the actual fuck just happened? AI was definitely going to be a very long course with Professor Regina Mills, if today was any indication.