I stood alone in Spencer's office, going over the events of the last hour in my head. How long had he wanted me too? I wonder what I did that made it happen. Was it when I first argued with him? Was it when I first came to his office? Maybe it was that third meeting… that was when he had started making me tea. It was also the first day we found ourselves off topic for an extended period of time. We talked about movies, he had a love for 70s Italian cinema, and we wound up discussing Giallos for an hour. My train of thought was cut off by my phone buzzing. I picked it up and saw to my shock that it was Spencer.

Class begins in 5 minutes, Miss Prescott. I can assure you I will not be pleased if you are tardy.

The panic that ran through me was just barely matched by my arousal. He was avoiding putting it in writing, but I could hear his voice in my head, Good Girls aren't late. I picked up my bag and began speed walking carefully towards his lecture hall the floor below. I could feel some of his cum leaking out between my legs as I desperately tugged down the hem of my skirt the best I could, hoping the redness in my cheeks would at least be read as purely embarrassment and not the arousal it also was. I had imagined some dirty things with Professor Reid in his office, but sitting in class with no patties and his cum leaking out of me was not one of them, and I was fighting the internal shame I felt at how much I was enjoying it.

I walked into the classroom at exactly 3:29 PM, I made pointed eye contact with Professor Reid as I walked in to ensure his acknowledgement that I was in fact not late, but did not say anything to him. I scurried up the step towards the back of the room, hoping to simply hide in the back, as opposed to my usual preference of the first three rows. Once I sat I noticed Spencer shooting me a slightly displeased look, but he again said nothing, to draw attention to me. I crossed my legs tightly, believing in my own ability to keep them this way for… three hours. Oh boy.

"Good afternoon everyone! I trust you all had an eventful weekend!" He addressed the class, in his usual warm and cheerful tone. "As well as that you all found the time to do the assigned reading!" He tacked on before turning to start writing notes on the board. This was when the classroom door loudly swung open again, I looked up to see Jacob from the party the other night, to my chagrin his eyes glanced up and met mine. It was then I also realized Spencer had followed his gaze – having turned to look at the door when it opened. I could see something spark behind his eyes, however briefly. Recognition followed by realization. I quickly looked back down at my own hands. "Late, again, Mr. Evans?" Spencer asked, drawing the whole class's attention to Jacob at the door suddenly.

It wasn't abnormal for people to shuffle in a couple minutes late, and while Spencer never liked it, it certainly wasn't like him to embarrass his students over it. Jacob looked like a deer in headlights at the comment, "ye-yes, sir, I'm sorry, it won't happen again." He responded.

"Well, given that you've been anywhere from 3 to 26 minutes late to class for four of the six weeks we've been in class, and you still haven't figured out how to get here in a timely manner, I doubt that somewhat." Spencer directed at him, sternly. Not the same stern voice he used when he spoke to me though, that always carried a tinge of concern for me. No, the voice he used now with Jacob was a hair away from flat out rude. Spencer's eyes glanced back up to me for the briefest of moments before he continued, "Take your seat, Mr. Evans. Luckily for your grade you haven't missed anything of substance yet."

"Yes, Professor, sorry." Jacob answered. Jacob looked back up at me, eyeing the seat next to me before Spencer cut him off again.

"In the front, please, Mr. Evans. I think you would benefit from it." He glanced around the room before adding, "Everyone start by copying the bullet points I've written on the board, they'll be helpful guiding tools for the concepts we'll be talking about today." He took the opportunity, while everyone's eyes were down at their desks, to make more direct eye contact with me. I took the opportunity to plead with my eyes to drop his assault on Jacob. At least for today, I was overstimulated by too much as it was, I didn't need this on my mind too. After stealing a quick glance to each side of me to ensure no one was looking I very quickly switched the way my legs were crossed while I still held Spencer's attention. This earned me a small amused smile, and a softening of his face and demeanor as I smiled back at him. Good. His attention was back on me and our little game, and not on Jacob. At least for now.

This would prove to immediately backfire on me, however. "I meant everyone should write this down, Miss Prescott." Spencer said out loud, his voice projecting enough that a few people looked up at me from their desks. "Is something else distracting you?" He asked, as innocently and casually as he would any other day. I breathed in deeply, trying not to smile.

"No Sir, I'm sorry." I responded, giving my most innocent puppy eyes possible at him, hoping it would rile him up slightly too. From there Spencer began lecturing more or less as normal, only stealing the occasional glance at me. And as much as I love listening to Professor Reid teach, I confess I found it much harder than normal to really pay attention. I found myself drifting off each time I caught a glimpse of his hands, remembering where his hands had been and what they had been doing a mere hour or two ago. Spencer's denial of any relief for me certainly wasn't helping, not that I would be the pinnacle of concentration then either, but perhaps I wouldn't just be impatiently waiting for class to end so I could hurry back to his office like I was now.

I wonder if he meant what he said literally. That all of our meetings from now on would be spent with his cock in my mouth. I suspect he was just dirty talking, surely he didn't actually expect me to learn anything that way, but then again I would never have imagined he would let me hump his thigh while he graded papers either, so how could I really say? Not that I would complain either… he was right, I am cockhungry. I felt my mouth start to water at the idea. Kneeling in front of him, splayed out and exposed, with his cock perfectly fitted deep in my throat, looking up at him attentively while he reviewed the lecture with me. Maybe he would thrust when he needed my attention back. God, the last thing I needed was more wetness pooling between my thighs, but the mental image of being Professor Reid's cockwarmer was over occupying my mind.

"Miss Prescott?" Spencer's voice interrupted. I snapped back to reality to see him holding back a smirk, "Distracted again?"

"Oh, um, no!" I responded defensively.

"Well then would you kindly answer the question I just posed to the class?" He inquired back, raising his eyebrows expectedly.

"I, um, could you repeat it, please." I asked. Spencer smirked before addressing the class again.

"Being attentive and punctual are very important skills for any law enforcement officer, but especially a profiler. Being late," he punctuated with a sharp look at Jacob, "can cost someone their life. And being distracted," he continued looking up at me, "can make you miss important details, especially those you don't think are important yet." I held back the urge not to roll my eyes at him and his un-subtle hint. "That's all for today, no specific assignments this week, just study for your midterm please!" He called to the room as everyone noisely started to pack up their stuff to leave. It was my intention to stay still until everyone had left until I noticed Jacob trying to make his way up to talk to me, at which point I hurriedly started to collect my stuff to race out. Unfortunately I wasn't fast enough.

"Hey!" Jacob caught me on the steps, "I just wanted to check on you that you were ok after Saturday?" he asked me, sincerity bleeding through his voice. I wanted to reassure him everything was fine, but I could feel Spencer's eyes on the two of us.

"Yeah, sweetie, I'm fine, it's all ok!" I insisted. "I don't really have time to talk right now, though. I have to, uh, get to work." I lied.

"Don't you work at the campus coffee shop? Aren't they closing in like 20 minutes?" Jacob asked. Fuck. I forgot I had told him that.

"Yeah, but I uh, you know, need a little extra money so sometimes I go in at close to clean!" I threw together. Yeah. Yeah that makes sense.

"I see." He said, mostly seeming to believe me. "Well I'll see you around, let me know if you want to study or anything for the midterm this week." Jacob added before turning and heading out of the room, nodding politely at Spencer on his way out, though Spencer declined to nod back. We were alone in the lecture hall now.

"I'm happy to walk you to my office for our review session, if you would like, Miss Prescott." Spencer finally said heading over to the exit. I scurried after him to catch up.

"That was a very interesting lesson, Professor." I said walking next to him up the hallway.

"Mmm, oh you enjoyed it did you?" He asked, humor in his voice. "What was your favorite part?" He asked, mocking me.

"When you stopped bullying that other student." I shot back. He laughed.

"Oh I didn't stop, Miss Prescott." He assured me as we arrived at his office. He opened the door, allowing me to walk in ahead of him. "I just paused for the sake of those pleading eyes. I have more important things to take care of for today." He finished after shutting the office door behind him. The sound of the lock echoed through the room, and before I knew what was happening I felt his arms grab me by my waist and lift me up to his lips as he kissed me deeply. My arms unconsciously wrapped around his neck, I'm sure what I exactly expected to happen when I walked into his office but it wasn't quite this. He plopped me back down on my feet very quickly, and leaned down to whisper in my ear. "You were such a good girl for me, princess." I felt my whole being start to melt into him, my frustrated arousal I had been trying to suppress for the past three hours coming back in full force, as I quietly moaned in response to the comment. "You need to work on not looking so terribly distracted by every motion I make in class, but given it was your first lesson fucked out and cock drunk, I can forgive that."

I pulled back from him slightly to shoot him a playful glare, "well whose fault was that, now?" I inquired.

"As I recall you were the one who said 'please'." Spencer responded, wrapping his arm around my waist and stroking my hair with his other hand. "Now stop trying to be clever before I change my mind about your reward." My eyes got big with excitement and my jaw snapped shut. Spencer's hand slid down from my face and found its way under my skirt, teasing me with light touches. "Oh, Princess, so fucking wet for me. Tell me, did you sit like this all the way through class? Just aching with need for your Daddy to come and take care of you?" I whimpered out a needy whine with a pathetic nod, my brain too foggy to feel objection to 'Daddy'. "Oh you poor little thing… I've got you now Princess, I'm gonna make it all better." He cooed in my ear. "Now go sit on the couch."

"Yes, Sir!" I let out, a bit too eager before backing up and sitting down. To my immediate surprise, Professor Reid did not follow suit and instead kneeled down in front of me, spreading my legs apart and resting between them. From this position he looked up at me, and I was struck by the puppy dog nature of his big hazel eyes again, as though for the first time. "Oh!" I breathed out, extremely excited by this turn of events. "I see." An excited smile spread across my face.

"I take good care of good little girls!" He insisted, leaning forward to kiss me again. His hands creeped under my thighs, suddenly pushing them high up towards my head causing me to gasp loudly. "Remember, baby, quiet!" He reminded me as he began dotting my thighs with kisses. "I'd hate to have to go get my tie again, but I will if I have to." He breathed out. I steadied my breath the best I could, trying to hold my squeaks and moans in. "Now," Spencer began again from between my legs, "Tell me again, Princess, who do you belong to?" He asked me, his voice as sweet as maple syrup.

"You," I breathed out shaky, "I belong to you." I hushed out, barely above a whisper. That's when Spencer dove into me, finding my clit with his tongue immediately, I had to bite down on my own arm to keep from crying out. God fucking damn it. Was this the Heaven I would be treated to everytime if I learn to shut up and do what he says? His fingers gripped so tight on my lower thighs while he worked, I was sure there would be bruises, but how could I complain when it was in service of keeping me in the most optimal position for his tongue and lips to make my whole body shake like this. Just as I began to get used to the rhythm of his tongue and released my arm from my teeth, one of those hands slipped down beneath his chin where his long dexterous fingers curled into me. "Oh fuck!" I slipped out, before slapping my hand back over my mouth. To my utter devastation this prompted Spencer to pull away from his task and look back up at me.

"Princess, do you need your gag?" He asked, still sweetly but firmer this time, like he was preparing to get stern if it was necessary.

"Nu-no!" I whispered back, desperate for him to get back to what he was doing. "No, I'll be good!" I promised. Spencer raised a skeptical eyebrow and moved back down to my thighs where he took a piece of my soft sensitive flesh between his teeth and began sucking. This was a test, I could tell. If I can be quiet through this he'll proceed without gagging me. I desperately began biting the inside of the lips and cheeks to keep the sound in until I heard a satisfying 'pop' sound. I looked down to see a big purple hickey now dawning my right inner thigh. Spencer smirked up at me, admitting a small defeat before placing a peck on the hickey and resuming his place eating my pussy.

My hands gripped desperately at the couch as an outlet for the moans I was stifling as his fingers worked their magic inside me and his tongue continued to circle across my clint. As I felt my orgasm start to build I found staying still harder and harder and very unsubtly began grinding against his face. I was worried he would be mad, but was quickly alleviated (and embarrassed) by the sound of his giggling against me. Spencer sucked my clit between his lips right as his fingers thrust harder than ever into me, finally pushing me over the edge. I swear I saw stars as my orgasm crashed over my whole body. I'm sure I made a noise despite my best efforts not to, but I didn't care. I rode out my orgasm on Spencer's fingers as they continued to move with my hips until I was still and out of breath. Before I even noticed he had moved from his former spot, Spencer was next to me on the couch, pulling me into him. I could smell myself on him, which just sent a new if minor flow of arousal back through me.

"Sssshhhh," He hushed, stroking my hair. "You're ok, you're ok, I'm here Beautiful. I'm here Rose." Had I let myself, I would have passed out there in his arms. However there were, with the sex hormones past their peaks, unfortunately some serious thing we were going to have to discuss in a moment here. But for now I just savored the moment while I had it. We sat there in comfortable silence for a few minutes before Spencer spoke again. "Alrighty, Miss Prescott, I think it's time we get around to reviewing today's lesson, because I know for a fact you weren't paying attention." He said it so normal. Like any other day I had been in here for tutoring, the same voice, the same intonation. It was as though we had gotten side tracked talking about different types of tea instead of sex. He began to try to stand up but I pulled him back down gently.

"Spencer…" I started, he looked at me like he knew where I was headed but had hoped we could side step it for now. "Not to ruin the moment with a cliched 'what are we?' inquiry, but I do think we have to talk about this, like, a little." I said, holding his gaze. Amazing how hard that action was for me just a few weeks ago, now it's as simple as breathing. "Clarify some things to each other." I finished.

"Yeah, yeah we do, Rose." Spencer sighed out, "But I don't want to do it now. I have made some… snap decisions today that I would have categorized as 'against my better judgment' just this morning. You and I both have questions for each other and for ourselves that we don't fully know yet and can't answer honestly at this moment. Our judgment is impaired by our actions today, so I think it's best we discuss it all another day. When we've both had time to process and think." He finished. He was right. I didn't like that fact, and I didn't love the implied possibility that he would come to regret this entirely in just a day or so. But he was right nonetheless.

"Okay," I replied. "Thursday night, instead of meeting here, lets get dinner somewhere." I suggested. "Somewhere further outside of town, where no one will see us, and we can talk freely. My roommate already knows I come here on Thursdays, she won't question that." I explained.

"I… alright. Deal. But you have to actually give all your feelings, thought Rose." Spencer replied, seriously. "You need to know what you want when we discuss this."

"Yes, Sir." I responded with a faux salute. He rolled his eyes at me in response.

"You kid, but it's been four hours since I came, watch yourself. Now I'm serious, we have an hour to go over three hours of class material." Spencer said, holding his hand out to help me up after rising from his seat.