"Where's your brother?" Emily asked as she stretched out her neck, having been hunched over the desk helping Alex mark essays.

Alex glanced at her watch. "He's stopping by to grab lunch together before he returns to Kansas City. He'll be here any minute."

"Oh, umm...maybe I should leave?" she suggested, not wanting to give away their secret after they'd worked so hard to keep Scott in the dark for the entire weekend.

She shook her head. "It's okay," she insisted. "I doubt he'll be suspicious of a student in my office on a Monday afternoon."

Emily couldn't help but smirk. "If only he knew what we've done in this office..." she husked.

Alex gave her an expression of silent reprimand. Because, while she had most definitely enjoyed their office exploits, none of them had exactly been the wisest of ideas...

She just shrugged, plastered on an innocent smile, though she was far from innocent.

No sooner had she returned to her marking when there was a knock on the door, then Scott's head poked into the office. "Hey, Girl from the Bar!" he exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm surprised you remember her, given how inebriated you were when you met her," Alex remarked and it might've been a joke because he had, in fact, been extremely plastered that night. "She's helping me mark essays, by the way."

"Pity," Scott said. "I thought she was a hot bartender, but it turns out she's a nerd like you."

Alex raised a brow. "What's that supposed to mean?" she asked pointedly.

He held up his hands in self-defence. "Nothing," he insisted. "I'm just saying that if I were you, I'd have trouble keeping my hands to myself, if you know what I mean..." He winked.

For several moments, Alex's mouth hung open slightly. It was clear she had no idea how to respond to Scott's openly flirtatious attitude.

But before she could speak, though, Scott chuckled. "I don't know how you do it..." He shook his head. "I know you would never do anything, though...no matter how great the temptation."

Alex caught Emily's gaze and it was clear Emily was struggling to hold back laughter. Alex shot her a warning glare, but was clear she wasn't sure if she should be amused or offended.


"What do you think Scott meant when he said I would never do anything?" Alex asked as she climbed into bed. She'd spent most of the day puzzling over the odd remark, unable to let it go for reasons that eluded her.

Emily shrugged, remarked flippantly, "What do men mean by anything ever?"

Alex rolled her eyes. "I'm serious – he said it like it was some big joke, like the idea of me being with someone younger was hilarious..."

Emily hummed a note. "I think he meant that it's hard to imagine you breaking the rules by dating a student," she said. "And, based on my first impressions alone, I would have agreed with him."

Alex gave her a pointed look, given that Emily was currently half naked in her bed.

"What?" Emily said, holding up her hands in self-defence. "I didn't say my first impressions were correct. Obviously. All I'm saying is that your brother has no clue how much of a bad bad girl you are..." She bit at her lip to quash her mischievous grin.

With a raised brow, Alex said, "I'm not sure I want to know what's going through your mind, Emily..."

"Why do you always assume it's something to do with sex?" she said with a mock pout.

"Because we've been together long enough for me to know the way your mind works," Alex said and it would have been scolding if it weren't for the faint grin on her lips as well.

Giggling softly, Emily said, "Do you want to know what I'm thinking now?"

Alex paused, studied her, then nodded. "Show me the dark inner workings of your mind..."

She crawled over to Alex, leaning in to whisper in her ear, "I want you to spank me..."

Brow raised, Alex repeated, "You want..."

She nodded. "Please?"

"I've never... I mean... I don't know," she stammered, obviously hesitant.

"You won't hurt me," she insisted. "I'll tell you if it's too much. Can we just try?"

A beat.

She nodded. Once, twice. "Okay," she relented. "It you're sure."

With a bright smile, Emily kissed her cheek.

Standing from the bed, Alex paced for a few moments. Then, in her teacher voice, she commanded, "Get on your hands and knees."

A shiver racing down her spine, she obeyed. From that first night they'd fucked in the backroom of the bar, when Alex had admitted that she'd never been eaten out before, Emily had known that she was going to have an exceedingly fun time bringing Alex out of her shell...but she'd also realized from that first time she'd seen Alex lecture that what she really wanted was to have Alex take control.

Alex approached behind her, trailed her nails lightly down her back, making her breath escape in a little shudder. "You're such a fucking slut, Emily," she scolded, surprising the both of them. Then, without warning, she slapped her hand down on her ass.

Emily let out a little yelp, the contact expected but taking her by surprise all the same.

"You like that, don't you?" Alex demanded. "You want to be treated like a whore..."

With a whimper, she nodded. Hearing Alex talk about her like that was almost more erotic than the spanking itself and she could feel herself dripping already.

Alex struck her again, watching as Emily's back arched into the contact. Alex brought her hand down again and again as Emily cried out. "Are you getting wet from this?" she asked.

"Yes," she said on a rasping breath.

Alex dragged Emily's panties down, trailed her fingers through Emily's folds, bringing them away wet. "You're fucking soaked, Emily..."

Letting out a breathy little laugh, she nodded. "Please, don't stop," she begged. "It's so good... Please, let me cum."

"Beg me," Alex said, suddenly feeling bold. "Beg me to let you cum."

"Alex..."

She pinched her. "You'll call me Doctor."

Emily whimpered. "Please, Doctor... I need... I need..."

"You need what?" she taunted.

She was practically sobbing. "I need to cum! Please..."

Alex relented then, bringing her hand down. Once. Twice. And on the third time, Emily's body went taut like a bowstring and she cried out.

When she could no longer support her weight, she dropped down to the mattress. With a little laugh, Alex settled next to her, leaning in to kiss her bare shoulder.

"Well?" Emily murmured into the pillow.

Alex laughed softly. "I'll admit it wasn't terrible," she teased.

Rolling over, Emily fixed her with a smirk. "I'll make it worthwhile," she husked, reaching for her clit. Then, she purred, "I bet if your brother knew what we just did..."

"Please don't talk about my brother right now."