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I’m afraid I could hurt you.”  Even as I’m speaking the words, I hear a noise, a passionate noise bubble from Willow’s lips.  I put that together with the story that she wrote for me, one of domination and raw possession and I know…I know that she wouldn’t hate me if I did.  “But you’d like that, wouldn’t you?  You’d like for me to hurt you just a little, wouldn’t you?”
    I reach down between her legs and cup her.  Her panties are soaked and she squeezes her thighs around my fingers. 
    “That’s what I thought,” I say with supreme satisfaction.  I knew there was something wicked buried in the innocent girl that has sat in my class all this time. I could feel it all the way down to my aching balls.
    I straighten and move around to stand in front of her.  Control. I have to maintain control. 
    I pause to look down into her face, into Willow’s face. The full weight of what’s happening staggers me.  I’m seeing her sparkling blue eyes staring at me from behind her glasses, seeing her lips trembling with need, looking at her scantily-clad body, bared for my eyes only. 
    Fuckin’ A!   I think when the sight threatens to steal my breath.  That’s why I don’t say anything. I just enjoy the moment, the feeling.
    Finally, I take a step forward.  Naturally, she takes a step back, running into the desk. “Sit,” I command.  Without question, Willow perches on the edge of the desk.  “Have you thought about me doing things to you, Willow?”
    In the glow of the red exit sign, I see her eyes widen a centimeter more before she nods hesitantly. 
    “I know you have.  What you probably don’t know is that I’ve thought of doing things to you, too.”  Her panting increases, coming faster and faster, puffing against my cheek in warm, rhythmic bursts.  “Would you like to know what I’ve thought about?  What I’ve written about you?”
    Willow licks her lips causing them to glisten like ripe cherries in the ruby glow of the only light in the room.
    Without waiting for a response (because I already know the answer), I put enough distance between us that I can reach between our bodies and unclasp her bra then pull it from her shoulders.
    “From the beginning of time, prose was written about these breasts,” I say, testing the globes with my palms.  “Mine is no different.  My mouth waters thinking of how many times I’ve wanted to strip off your tee shirt, tear off your bra and take them in my hands.  To watch the nipples harden when I touch you.”  I knead her tits, her nipples puckering for me like they were just waiting for me to pause in my speech.  “No man could resist tasting them, pulling one into his mouth and sucking it so hard you nearly explode right inside your panties.”
    I bend my head and tongue one of her nipples, sucking it and biting it lightly while my fingers twist and pinch the other one.  I hear her little mewl of pleasure. It’s a sound I’ve become all too familiar with.   I know everything she likes.  She just doesn’t know that I know Willow likes it, too.
    I raise my head to look at her as I punish her nipples with my fingers, tweaking and pulling them until her mouth drops open.  “I wish this room was full, full of every guy that has looked at you and wanted to come inside you.  Full of every man that you’ve dated and let touch you.  I want them to watch me bare every inch of your skin. I want them to watch me kiss and lick and bite and suck you until you’re marked. Marked by me.  For me.  I want them to know that you will always be mine.  Some part of you will Always. Be. Mine.  You know it. I know it.  And they would know it.”
    Those words, just saying them aloud, makes me feel violently possessive of her. 
    With one hand to the center of her chest, I push until she’s lying flat on her back, stretched out in front of me on the desk like a beautiful buffet. 
    I reach for the elastic of her panties, pulling them from