Tempting Him

He imagined it a million times – read all the corresponding literature.

She was a tease; as she was a tease and he was “taken”, he had a duty to punish her for tempting him. Arrangements had already been made.

He looked up nonchalantly, as she entered his office.

“Close the door,” he instructed as lightly as he could manage; she complied, a smile on her lips. “Do you know why I called you in here?”

“Haven’t the foggiest.” Her cool, blue eyes almost chilled him, for the first time since he knew her. Perhaps he was projecting his own internal disassociation.

“Miss Price, I’m not pleased with your behavior over these last few weeks.”

“I could say the same thing,” she almost immediately countered; he was thrown off-guard again. Quickly composing himself, he went on.

“There is a time and a place that is appropriate for the kind of… enticement you continuously emit. I don’t appreciate you making it a point to-“

“Let Me stop you right there, Prof.,” Miss Price rising to Her feet. “Do you think you’re the only man who is in a serious relationship in that classroom? No, you’re not… you’re just the only one who detests their position enough to actively pursue the figment of their fragile male ego.” His jaw dropped; She continued, taking off Her jacket, folding it neatly on the chair She was sitting in moments ago:

“I didn’t tell Me to close the door – if I check it, is it going to be locked?” Visibly, his Adam’s Apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. “It is, isn’t it? What did you think you were going to do, put Me over your knee and maybe steal a pair of My fucking panties to jack off to when your wife stays up with the kids and gives you some ‘much-deserved alone time’?” A cruel laugh twisted Her features.

“You don’t deserve the beating I want to give you… open the fucking door.”

Humiliated, he did as he was bade, and She snatched Her jacket on the way out.