on your knees

"Come around to this side of the desk."

Wait, what?

"Why would-"

"I asked you to come here, not to question me."

My cheeks are blazing. What's going on? He's at least twenty-five years older than me... he can't be hitting on me.

"I won't ask you again, Miss....."

I do as he says, not seeing any other option. He can only pick one student, and I'm sure there's plenty of other students he can recommend if I'm not willing to cooperate.

Standing in front of him, I feel extra **** as his eyes rake over me. He has always been pure business, always professional. Confusion mixed with desire washes over me.

"Get on your knees," he says quietly but commandingly.

"Excuse me?" I squeak, feeling my soft lace thong soak through at his stern tone.

There is only one thing that can mean! I don't get on my knees for just anyone. Does he think I'm some kind of whore? That I'll sell my body for a scholarship?

He stands abruptly. Shit. Startled, I kneel. He rakes his fingers gently through my hair, resting his palm on my head.

"Good girl. I knew you'd be good with following directions," he murmurs.

I close my eyes. I couldn't pretend like I had not fantasized many nights about being on my knees in front of him, always under my covers in the company of my vibrator. I just never thought it'd be like this. My whole body feels hot.

"Tell me, Miss , do you think I haven't noticed how flustered you act when I speak to you? All 'yes, sir', 'no, sir', blushing every time I look your way? You need the scholarship, that I know. What else do you need?"

I can't help the quiet whimper that falls from my lips. I'm soaked, and I'm sure he can see my nipples poking through the thin fabric of my top. The **** feeling overwhelms me, and only deepens the pit of desire in my stomach.

His erection presses against his slacks, and it is all I can focus on.

"I-I don't know... I don't know what I need," I whimper, my mind whirling. This is wrong, he's my professor... but I'm so turned on by him right now. A wave of shame washes over me, intensifying the throbbing desire between my legs.

"This is wrong," I whisper.