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The dark oak wood of Mr. Kralie's desk dug into your hips, your body was being pressed hard into his desk as you felt the cool plastic of an extension cord wrap around your wrists. This wasn't the first time you had been bent over the desk of your film teacher but it was the first time he'd tied you up like this, it was an impromptu decision hence the improvised restraints. Alex tightens them further, giving them a firm tug. "That good Doll?" he asks softly.
"Doll" God it sounded so hot coming from his lips, his slight southern drawl sent shivers down your spine. You wriggle your hands slightly to test the binds, satisfied with how they felt you respond "Yes, Mr. Kralie," you say with an accompanying nod. Alex was the type of teacher who always wanted his students to refer to him by his proper title, Mr. Kralie. He lets out a soft hum in response as he runs a hand along your thigh, the gold of his wedding ring gliding over your skin with ease.
You knew Mr. Kralie was married, you knew Mrs. Kralie was probably waiting at home for him as she watched the evening news but in moments like these you didn't have the heart to care and clearly Alex didn't either. You try to angle yourself to look at him but before you can get a good look his other hand is in your hair, pushing your face against the wood. In turn you roll your hips back against his crotch, you can feel his dick strain against his jeans. The same jeans he was wearing when you first met him, hell he was practically wearing the same outfit as that day. Same black jeans, same navy blue sweater and you're sure that if you turned your head to his chair you’d see the same coat over his chair.
Alex’s hand lands on your bare ass with a satisfying thwack before he quickly grabs your hip to keep you in place. “Patience Doll,” he mutters with a slight annoyance, though you can hear the smirk on his lips. You bite the inside of your lip and give him a soft hum of agreement. He slowly runs his hand from your head down your back and to your hips so he’s now holding either side of you with a firm grasp. He takes a moment to just admire you, his eyes slowly raking down your body as he rubs gentle circles into your hips.
A hand slowly pulls away from you before he skilfully undoes his belt and unzips his jeans, pulling them down with his boxer. He gives his cock a few pumps, a small moan leaving his lips before he slides the tip through your folds. You let out a sharp gasp as he gently presses into you, he isn’t super long but he was above average and god is he thick, just the tip is enough to make you squirm. He lets out a soft, shaky breath as he continues to press into you, until he's completely pressed right against you.
The first few thrusts are slow and gentle so you can get used to the feeling of being stretched out just right, but soon enough he’s fucking into you like you were nothing but a toy, an object for his pleasure. You already knew he wasn’t getting much attention at home but you hadn’t realised how much pent up frustration he had until he was taking it out on you, until he was taking you, using you.
The slight metallic taste of blood hits your tongue, of course you’d managed to split your lip with how hard you’re biting. You had to be quiet due to how many staff members were still on campus at this time of day but the pace was just too much, Alex’s hand quickly covers your mouth to shut you up as the other grips the cord wrapped around your wrists, using it as a handle as he roughly fucks you against the desk and you’re sure there’ll be bruises on your legs in the morning.
“Mr. Kralie,” He chuckles at your muffled moans, finding it so cute that you still use his proper title even while being fucked like a whore.
“Oh good little pet, taking me so well,” he coos as his thrusts get sloppier, his praise making your heart flutter. You’re sure that if this was a sex scene in a film he’d comment on the juxtaposition of the harsh physicality and the soft verbal communication. He was always so rough while praising you as if you’re royalty.
As much as you love it, a part of you hates it. This was just meant to be an arrangement to keep your grades up but when he talks to you like this you couldn’t help but let yourself start to fall for him. You know he isn’t going to leave his wife for you, you know he isn’t going to stay the night with you in his arms, you know that this situation is wrong and fucked up on so many levels, he was fifteen years your senior for fucks sake and yet you love this. You love the way he makes you feel, you love the way he fucks you, you love the way he gently rubs aloe gel over the bruises he leaves and how he always makes sure you have something to eat and drink before you return to your dorm, fuck you love him.
You cry out against his hand and the feeling of your climax rapidly building in your stomach pulls you away from your thoughts. You feel your legs start to shake and give out, your eyes rolling back slightly. Alex takes note of this and reaches around your waist to touch you, eager to get you over the edge at the same time as him. Before long you feel your orgasm crash over you as you pant against his hand, the slight restriction of air making you feel lightheaded. Alex grunts before pulling out and finishing on your lower back like he always did, his hand leaves your mouth before he gently pets your hair.
You both take a moment to breathe before he starts to untie you, he drops the cord on the floor and gently kisses your wrists, the small action making your heart sore. You sluggishly stand up, using the desk as a support while your head still spins slightly. Alex grabs a few tissues to clean you up as you lean against the desk, it was such a small yet caring thing to do. Before Alex no one had cleaned you up after sex, maybe it was a maturity thing, or maybe it was just his way of showing how much he actually cares.
After throwing the tissues into the bin under his desk he helps you redress, his eyes taking you in for the last time before you leave his office, “Be careful Doll,” he mutters before kissing your temple.
He opens the door for you, “Always a gentleman,” you say with a smile as you step through the threshold, looking over your shoulder to send him a wink.