Not at first

Bunny's breath slightly hitched upon the contact of his hand, slightly freezing as her heart pounded with anxiety. She almost felt naked under his roaming gaze, the clothing she had been wearing not quelling her embarrassment at all - she was clad in a simple long sleeved, black crop top with a v-neck that showed off a good amount of cleavage. It was paired with some ripped blue jeans that clung tightly on her curvy legs. Her curly hair simply left down to cascade over her shoulders and back with two braids in the front to frame her heart-shaped face.

She nervously held her hands together in front of her body, practically twiddling her thumbs in some kind of self soothing manner. Her head instantly shaking with a frown as her eye brows knotted in a worried way. "I can't do that!" She gently exclaimed. Surely he already knew what she did with all of this stuff, it didn't take a genius to figure it out. She couldn't possibly croak out her degenerative secrets to her professor, no way.

Bristling, the Professor stood up. He did not like being denied. His frame towered over the small girl in front of him. Curvy as she was, she wasn’t very tall.

His grip shifted. No longer quite as gently, he put his other hand on her chin and **** her to look into his eyes.

“Young lady, I’m afraid you don’t know the position you’re in. You’re facing expulsion. Would you like to go back home, back to wherever you’re from, and explain to everybody back home how you lost your place at this prestigious institution because, degenerate as you are, you brought pornography and a self-pleasure tool on campus? Tell me. NOW.”

His last word was a cracked whip. He directed it at her, and watched her flinch and shudder.

Although Bunny had tried to back up away from his figure as he stood, she was held in place by his hands. **** to look up at him, her face was like a deer in head lights. Her eyes widened with fear as her lip gave the slightest quiver at the tone of his voice.

Bunny shook her head at the question of whether she wanted to go back home immediately. One of her hands beginning to grip onto the hem of her sleeve as she flinched at the final word. A small shaky breath emerged from her before she slowly began to speak.

"I - I like to read the books and... " She trailed off, unsure of how she was even supposed to explain what she did while reading the books without sounding like a total slut. Her gaze would shift away from his and off to the side quickly, willing herself to finish her sentence. "And play with myself at the same time." She added, seeming to not understand that he had told her to explain in detail.

His left hand shifted from her waist to her right breast. He gripped it tightly, over her black crop top. The sudden and aggressive advance brought a startled scream to her lips, which was unable to escape. He grabbed onto her mouth, silencing her.

“It seems you have misunderstood,” his grip tightened, “How unbecoming, Bunny. I told you to describe it to me. In detail.”

As he roughly fondled her breast, and manhandled her, he felt his nether regions tingle. Blood rushed to his member. This helpless girl was indeed delicious. He could not wait to enjoy her.

He uncovered her lips.

“One scream, and you’re expelled. So, tell me.”

As her mouth was covered, preventing the startled scream, it was easy for the professor to feel just how hot her face really was from the whole situation. Her eyes staring back with disbelief, a small wince formed on her face as his grip tightened. Her hand had instinctively reached up to the hand that had been groping her, loosely wrapping around his arm.

She quickly nodded out of fear as her mouth was uncovered. Tears began to prickle at the corners of her eyes from the mix of horror and embarrassment she had been enduring.

"Between classes, sometimes I like to go back to my car to read them in my backseat." She'd slightly bite her lip before looking down as a few tears would fall down her face, not wanting to expose anymore of her secrets. "And sometimes I like to use my toy and... and rub it against myself or put it inside of me." She was really bad at explaining details. She was much more better with visuals.

The Professor smiled at her obvious discomfort. Loosening his grip on her mouth, he put his palm on her cheek, and brushed away a stray tear with a thumb. Her soft skin felt so smooth under his rough thumb. He brushed one of her little slut strand braids out of her face, all the while still fondling her right breast.

“I’m afraid I’m not getting an accurate picture, Ms Freeman…” he tutted at her.

In a swift but fluid motion, he wrapped both hands around her waist, holding her tight against him for a split second. Then, he lifted her bodily and easily, placing her small and light frame on his desk.

“I think you need to show me,” he grinned as he sat back in his leather chair.