Seduction
She knew it was wrong, in every way.
But she couldn’t resist him, his charm, his allure, his vigour.
He had been subtle, working away at her defences for months, he was clever, tactful and always a gentleman.
She couldn’t remember when he had finally broken through her defences but he had. And even though he knew she was his, he had waited, been patient, not taken advantage.
Until now. Close to the end of term, he had finally made his move. And she was unable to resist him. He had asked to stay behind, to discuss the paper.
They had both known it was nothing but an excuse. As soon as his hands had floated over her body, she was lost, powerless to resist him.
And he dominated her as she had never been before. He had a power over her like no-one else. It was a shock and powerful, despite their differences in age.
But despite her need, the need she had for him to take her, use her as he wished, time was fleeting. The approach of the next class created an urgency to his passion, the thrill and risk making the fuck electric.
It would end now, soon, as he pushed deep inside again, she could feel him tense. Preparing, she clenched in anticipation.
And then it was over, the shocks rushing over her as his hands grasped deep against her hips. It was done, he kissed her, hand holding her face and she felt safe, ridiculously so, against the wrongness.
She watched him dress as she tried to pull herself in to some shape of normality. She had to, she was about to teach the next class and he had to get to his exam.
Words By The Dirty Romantic (http://youmakemeneedyou.tumblr.com)
