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  “You said that’s the only one left, right?”

  “Yup, everything else is taken. There aren’t any other classes that need a teaching assistant. You’re lucky that this one was still left with classes beginning next week.”

  “Sure, of course.”

  Raina took a step back and put her elbows on the counter. How could she teach with this guy, when he made her forget everything of substance when he was around her? Could she do it? Clenching her fists, she reminded herself that she had no choice. If she wanted to graduate this semester, she had to do it. She would just have to man up and get it done, so she could get out of here and get a real job.

  Sighing, she watched as Mrs. Smith dialed Dr. Knight’s office. Before long, the woman was chatting up a storm and when she hung up, she grinned back at Raina.

  “He expects that you stop by his office today to pick up a few textbooks and his teaching plans. He said the sooner the better. He’s in the Life Sciences building, office number 20.372.” Writing something on a piece of paper, the woman then handed it to her. “Here’s his number in case you can’t find it.”

  “Thanks for all your help, Mrs. Smith. I’ll head over there right now. Gotta make a good first impression, right?”

  “You got that right, dear! Good luck! Candy bar before you go?” the woman said as she held out a small bowl of delicious treats. Raina smiled as she grabbed a piece of dark chocolate stuffed with salted caramel. Her favorite.

  “You’re the best! See you later, Mrs. Smith!”

  Raina slung her backpack over her shoulder and headed out of the administrative building. The Life Sciences tower wasn’t far and she was very familiar with it, her own lab being on the fifth floor. Her mentor, Dr. Tina Joy, was a sweet woman who knew her stuff and had helped her immensely with her thesis project.

  But, right now, her thoughts were arrested by a certain Dr. Eliot Knight.

  What would he say? Would he remember her? Would he be as tough on her as all the younger students said? Her stomach in knots, she climbed the stairs up to the door of his office building. She walked through the lobby and waited for the elevator. When it arrived, she took a deep breath as she entered, and hit the button for the twentieth floor.

  Her footsteps echoed on the dull cream-colored tile floor as she wandered down the hallway, walking past rooms and looking for the right office. She looked into the windows of the labs she passed, seeing other students and techs hard at work on their experiments and with headphones in their ears. When she finally found the right number, she breathed a sigh of relief. She opened the door and walked into a small sitting room complete with a sofa, coffee table, and another doorway. With slight hesitation, she knocked on the other door and waited.

  It didn’t take long for it to open.

  She took a deep breath when she saw him. He stood there in front of her, looking stern and hot as ever. Mussed-up dark brown waves were combed back, revealing a broad brow and heavy eyebrows. His eyes bore down on her, a dark grayish blue in color. High cheekbones and a day’s worth of stubble on his chin made him the picture of a confident man. He had a wide set of shoulders that trimmed down to a lean waist, leaving her wondering what was hidden beneath his dark clothing. He stood tall over her short five foot two frame. If she had to guess, he was probably a little over six feet tall.

  Dark slacks hugged his hips and he wore a white button-up shirt that was tucked into the waistband. He sported a gray sweater over that, pushed up to his elbows revealing strong forearms. The top of his shirt was unbuttoned a little and a sparse scattering of dark chest hair poked out from underneath.

  Oh, yeah, he was all man. Licking her lips, she simply stared.

  “You’re Raina LeBlanc, right? My new teaching assistant?”

  She could do nothing but nod back at him, caught up in his dark gaze. All at once, she smelled his cologne, decidedly masculine with hints of orange, cinnamon, and something woodsy. All she could do was smile back at him, probably looking like an idiot in the process.

  “Well, come on in. Take a seat on the sofa over there. I’ll get the supplies you need.”

  She couldn’t help but stare as he walked away. Her eyes wide, she watched the gentle sway of his hips, the taut backside hidden beneath his slacks, and her heart beat wildly out of control. She wondered if the reason his class was so hard was because his students couldn’t focus due to him looking so damn good. He was the epitome of a confident alpha male. A freaking Greek God of a male specimen.

  He looked back and smirked as he caught her looking at him and she blushed with embarrassment. Quickly staring down at her hands, she didn’t look back up again until she heard his heavy footsteps coming toward her. The leather sofa across from her creaked as he sat down and he placed a pile of papers and books on the table in between them.

  “I expect that you will be familiar with these materials and the syllabus by the time classes start this coming Monday. The first exam is at the end of September, on a Friday and I require that they be graded and returned to me by Monday morning.”

  “Sure, no problem,” she answered automatically.

  “I understand that you’re almost ready to graduate, but there will be no slacking off when it comes to my class. Understand?”

  “I wouldn’t! I’m not like that,” she exclaimed, finding her voice. No one had ever doubted her work ethic before and she wouldn’t stand for it, no matter how hot he was. Setting her mouth in a firm line, she lifted her chin with bravado. She’d have to be tough to handle him.

  “Good. Just wanted to make sure,” he mused, his voice lowering to a low seductive tone. She swallowed, feeling her pussy clench in response. It had been forever since she’d had any attention of the male variety and this strong alpha specimen before her was certainly throwing her for a loop. Feeling arousal pool between her thighs, she pressed her legs together before beginning to speak.

  “Don’t worry about me. I always do my best.”

  He sat back and crossed one leg over another. He lifted an eyebrow and she hastily stood and picked up the teaching materials he had brought her.

  “I should probably go. I’ll read everything you gave me and get to work right away. See you on Monday in class, Dr. Knight!”

  “Good girl. That’s what I like to hear,” he said, his voice still low.

  Those few words almost caused her to moan out loud, passion taking over her sense of reason. Slamming her lips together, she nodded quickly, knowing that she was still blushing hotly, and scooted out the door. Once in the hallway, she fell back against the wall and caught her breath. Her thighs quivered slightly and she could feel the beat of her heart throbbing loud in her ears.

  She was terrible. Was she so sex-deprived that she wanted to jump a professor, a man who was totally off limits? Sure, it had been almost a year since she’d been with anyone and the sex hadn’t even been that good, but she seriously needed to get better control of herself.

  Thankfully, it was nearly the end of the workday and she could go home to focus on her assignment, at least after she took care of the pulsating need between her legs. Most of the time, she searched for stories online, or found her pleasure with B.O.B., her battery-operated boyfriend. She’d lived alone for so long that she didn’t have to worry about nosy roommates or curious neighbors.

  She caught her breath and walked out of the science building on shaky legs. Catching the subway, she was lost in her thoughts until her stop, where she wandered off the train and down a few blocks to her apartment building. She had rented a studio, not needing much room since she spent so much time at the lab and in classes anyway.

  Digging her key out of her bag, she unlocked the door and went inside. She quickly slid the bolt to lock the entryway and was finally completely alone. Looking at her bed longingly, she slid her hand down her waist, slowly pushing her white skirt over her hips. Turning around, she stared at herself in her bedside mirror. Her long chocolate brown hair hung straight, without even an ounce of curl. She
stared back at her green eyes, her chin long and pointed, accentuated by the pink pout of her lips. Her cheeks were flushed. Looking down at her curvy body, she ran her palm over her small B-cup-sized breasts, feeling her nipples pebble underneath her touch. Gliding her hand down her taut stomach, she veered out along her curves, her wide hips always a point of insecurity for her. Her thighs, heavily muscled from years of dancing, made her look heavy on the bottom. Looking away, she sat down on the bed, lifting her light blue blouse up and over her head. Next, she unclasped her bra and her breasts bounced slightly, weighted with her desire.

  Lying back, she drifted her soft fingers up and down her sensitive skin, imagining how a man like Dr. Knight would take control of her. Closing her eyes, she let her fantasy drift into the realms of something darker, something a bit kinkier than the usual vanilla sex she saw in the movies. Instead, she thought about how he would punish her for being naughty, how he might bare her body, and how he might control her completely.

  Raina had always been into kinkier things for as long as she could remember, but she had never told anyone or ever acted on her desires. Her favorite books were ones in which the man was in charge of the relationship, taking his woman in hand whenever she needed it. Her favorite scenes were when he would take his girl over his knee and spank her bare bottom until she was very sorry for whatever she had done.

  She imagined Dr. Knight sitting there, on that couch, his lips pursed with disappointment over her naughty behavior. He would then scold her, telling her that he expected better, that he had no choice but to teach her the best way he knew how, with her ass naked over his thighs. Slipping her hands into her panties, she felt how much of her wetness had gathered there. Whimpering, she dipped her fingers into her arousal and brought it forward to circle her needy bud. Closing her eyes, she lost herself in her fantasy.

  “Touching yourself like that, such a naughty thing for a good student to do. I’m going to have to punish you. Stand in front of me and hold up your skirt.”

  She’d move to follow his directions, only she’d squeal when he grasped the waistband of her pretty lacy underwear.

  “You know how punishments are dealt with here. Spankings only happen with your bottom bared. I’m going to spank those naked cheeks of yours until you’re truly sorry for what you’ve done.”

  He’d whip her panties down to her ankles and push her over his knees, bringing his heavy palm down hard on her backside. Over and over, he’d spank her until she cried and begged for him to stop, telling him she was sorry for behaving so badly.

  “I decide when a spanking is over, young lady, not you.”

  She screamed with ecstasy as her orgasm overtook her, the coil that had tightened within her since being in Dr. Knight’s presence completely breaking into a million pieces. Passion hurtled through her veins as her body soared, her heartbeat loud in her head. After a few long seconds, she calmed and pushed herself back up on the bed, her rampant desire quelled for the time being. Breathing a sigh of relief, she leaned against the headboard for a long moment.

  Now she could focus on her work. She had a mountain of teaching plans, power points, and exams to review, and it was going to take all night, if not into the weekend. She couldn’t let that tall, dark, and handsome professor take over her thoughts so completely that it distracted her from what needed to be done. She had work to do. Period.

  Chapter Two

  Dr. Eliot Knight sat in his office, behind the safety of two closed doors. The tiny woman who had appeared before him not an hour ago had arrested his thoughts entirely. Her long brown hair had begged for him to weave it in his hands and pull it, twisting her naked body toward him as he cracked a cane against her ass, marking her pale skin with his work. Her small lithe frame had practically pleaded for his touch and he knew she wanted it too by the way she had stared at him, how her nipples pebbled underneath her shirt, and how she had pressed her trembling thighs together in an effort to control her body’s reactions. Her eyes had dilated when he had approached her. He thought she was naturally submissive based on what he had observed so far. The perfect kind of woman to experience his kinkiest desires.

  He ran his fingers through his dark hair and sighed. He couldn’t possibly pursue her. She was off-limits, a graduate student, and the makings of the perfect storm with human resources. With a growl, he adjusted his hard cock and went back to working on a grant that was due in a couple of weeks. He couldn’t get distracted thinking about her pert little nipples and the way her pretty pink pussy would devour his cock and how her round globes would redden under his special brand of discipline.

  Dammit. This wasn’t going to work. He adjusted himself again and sighed. He was going to have to figure out a way to work with the woman, without throwing her over the desk, ripping her panties off, and fucking her senseless as she screamed his name with pleasure.

  Pushing back his chair, he walked over to his cabinet and took out a small glass. Pouring himself a small measure of whiskey, he took a sip and groaned, ever aware of the hardness of his cock trapped beneath the material of his slacks.

  He’d have to have more control than this. He was always in control; he made the rules and others followed. With his luck, she probably wasn’t into kinky stuff anyway, probably liked lying on her back missionary style like every other boring couple. Instead, he wanted more, so much more, especially in the bedroom.

  He’d have to be extra careful with her. Professional, as always. There could be no more than that. Guys like him couldn’t make pretty, studious girls like that happy. He had darker interests, kinkier needs that only a select few could fulfill, and although she’d hinted at compliant tendencies, he couldn’t be sure. Administration would have a field day if they caught wind that he’d tried anything with his teaching assistant. He downed his glass of whiskey and focused back on the grant while making a difficult decision. She would be just a student to him and that was it. He couldn’t even dream of anything more.

  * * *

  The next few months working with Raina went relatively smoothly. She followed his direction and was a great help in preparing class notes, as well as lectures. She even excelled when he allowed her to teach a week of classes, which impressed him quite a bit. His secretary had given her an office next to his and he couldn’t help but peek in at her periodically to see how she was doing. He succeeded at keeping everything professional and efficient, at least until he assigned her the job of writing the final exam.

  It was nearing finals week when he witnessed a moment he’d never expected to see. It was a Saturday night toward the middle of December and he came into the office to grab some files he’d left behind. He noticed the light on in her small office and narrowed his eyes in confusion. It was almost midnight. What was she doing here so late? She shouldn’t be here. It wasn’t safe to for a woman to walk around this area of New York late at night. How would she get home?

  He crept down the hallway, not wanting to disturb her if she was working, but couldn’t help but look inside as he passed by on his way to his own workspace.

  He wasn’t quite prepared for what he was about to observe and his body stilled when he saw her, almost as if he had walked into a block of cement.

  Her head was arched back and her eyes were closed as she sat in her chair, her knees spread wide with her small hand shoved down the front of her yoga pants. Large headphones covered her ears. On the computer screen was a video of a redheaded woman over a man’s lap, her bottom bared and reddening under his heavy palm. He swallowed deeply as Raina’s soft cries met his ears and his cock rose in tune with her sounds. Watching intently, he positioned himself so that she wouldn’t be able to see him if she turned. His large form leaned solidly against a wall for support. Her hips rolled lewdly and her cries grew louder, until at long last, she shuddered with her release. Her entire body slumped and he waited for a moment before moving away, not wanting to be discovered. He disappeared into his own office as quickly as he could. With every movement, he was
careful to be as silent as possible.

  Closing the door softly behind him, he pressed his back up against the solid wood and breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe his initial assessment of her vanilla nature had been wrong. She’d had the audacity to touch herself at work; bring herself to orgasm by watching a naughty video, a spanking film even. Who knew his little innocent teaching assistant had a darker side?

  Clearly, she was aroused by the concept of punishment. That was obvious. But what would he do with that knowledge now that he had it?

  From the safety of his office, he heard her door click as it closed in the hallway. Her footsteps echoed as she walked away. He ran his hand over his face and swallowed heavily.

  His palm itched to redden her naughty backside, to put her over his knee and bare her curves to his view. He yearned to spank her for her behavior and tie her to his bed so that he could have his way with her. Moving over to his desk, he sat down in his chair and leaned backwards. What could he do?

  He sat at his desk, thinking about Raina, unable to get her out of his mind for even a moment. An hour later, he picked himself up and left the university, positive that enough time had passed that he wouldn’t run into her. He went home and to bed, tossing and turning all night, until eventually falling into a restless sleep, plagued by dreams of a certain brunette teaching assistant.

  * * *

  The next day, he called Raina into his office for an appointment at three p.m. to go over the final exam. Today was her deadline for a finished rough draft. He watched her as she took a seat on the sofa across from his desk and he leaned back in his chair, all the while keeping her in his gaze. Her long chocolate brown hair hung well below her shoulders and her green eyes appraised him with what looked like trepidation. She wore a knee-length black dress that hugged her curves loosely, yet he still wanted to rip it off her and explore what was underneath. Crossing his legs, he assessed her further, narrowing his eyes a bit at her nervous behavior. What was he going to do with this tiny mystery?