He wants to make her his.

Her teacher slowly stood up and walk around his desk. His fingers made her skin prickle, as he traced them up her arm. He moved in closer-invading her personal space. Emma gulped and look up at his cold brown eyes. Her thoughts flashed towards the still open door, but she couldn't leave now. She was trapped as surly as if he had chained her up. She took a half step back and dropped her gaze.

Mr. Stevens spoke confidently. "What do I want? I want you to know what I can do to you. I have those pictures now. I mailed them to myself. Do you get me? You fucked up big time little girl. Now...this doesn't have to be all bad. It can be fun if you let it. I have some BIG plans for this stupid fucking school, and a hot young thing like you could be a great asset for me." He reached out and brushed a lock of her dark red hair behind her ear. "I can help you out as well. All you have to do...is whatever I say."

Emma's heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest. His voice was warm and soft, but she still felt the threat. She was in danger here. This man could hurt her if he wanted to. She wanted to run for help, but...something deep down inside her also wanted to just do whatever this man said.

She asked a question to buy time. "What do you mean you have big plans for the school?"

"Oh, never mind that now. That will come later. Now...are you going to be a good girl for me Emma?"

He stepped closer. She could feel his breath on her face now. His hand on her hair slid down to circle her throat. His other hand felt the nylon of her stockings, and then went up her soft thighs under her short skirt.