I squirm under Mr. Grey's large body. He pinned me underneath his arms, both of his hands side to side against the wall behind me. I could practically feel his breath hit my mouth, which insanely, turned me on. I've fantasized of this moment, to have him this close to me, lustful for me. I couldn't do this, the sudden thought of his wife appeared in my head.

I squinted my eyes, pushing him off me. He doesn't budge, I whimper in weakness. He smirks mischievously, his veiny hand cups my äss gently, while he leans into my ear again. I turn my head to the side, not baring to test him.

"You may never speak of this to anyone alright?"

I nod my head furiously, his face grows into a deeper smirk.

"Good, now show daddy what he wants to see."

I gulp, I feel myself clench down there. Having him tell me he's daddy has only happened in my fantasies, all my dreams are coming true. And I'm seriously regretting that they are. I could have left this damn room, within hearing the first moan from his soft lips. Fück.

"I can't."

He scrunches his eyebrows.

"What do you mean you can't? I see the way you look at me baby girl, there's no doubt that you want me right here. And right now."

He licks his lips patiently, waiting for my response. I sigh, feeling a small blush creep on my face as his bulge rubs onto my heated area.

"You're married Mr. Grey! How can I sleep with you with the thought of you and your wife discussing having kids. Or just fücking being together. How could you cheat on her like this?"

He sighs in frustration, rubbing his temples. He backs away from my body, un pinning me from the wall. I take a seat in a chair, sitting up straight. Mr. Grey stands straight, in front of me. Watching my every move.

Before I can say anything, Mr. Grey stops me.

"Elena.. I don't love her. I thought that marrying a woman as inspiring as her would answer most of my problems. My family encouraged me to find someone, and I did. Sort of. I rushed things, I hadn't yet discovered my fetishes in bed.

Nor did I think that I'd ever pry on one of my students,"

He admitted, I'm bewildered by his profession. He removes his stare from his hands, onto my eyes.

"I'm-"

"Shocked? Afraid?"

I giggle, making his brows knit in confusion.

"Well, partially. But me? What is so special about me?"

He raises his eyebrows.

"You are magnificent in many ways, even if you say you aren't. It's your words, not mine."

I feel my heart thump even faster than it already is beating. He chuckles, walking over to my desk.

"You want me Miss Rodriguez, I know you do. Especially right now. I've watched you for a while. I saw your little journal about me, you left it in my class last week. It's truly exciting."

      I feel a deep embarrassment erupting, he holds my journal from his desk. Mr. Grey holds in a breath before laying my journal on my desk. I take it quickly, putting it inside the desk I was sitting at. His smile grows wider.

"You know, I can make all your dreams come true. All your fantasies, all your daydreams of my hands all over your body. I'll lick you up like a caramel sundae."

I blush even more, feeling my body radiate extreme heat. Jesus Grey.

"How do you know whether or not I want you right here, right now?"

I scoff, breaking my gaze from him. He smirks deviously.

"Well I can tell by your face, your flustered. Your legs are pushing against each other, I saw your desk move to the right and it hasn't been moved back since. So I suppose your clenching very hard, to loosen that sexual tension in your thighs. And let's not forget how you keep stuttering on your words honey."

How the-

"It's fine if you'd like to leave, it's fine. I mean I do not care if you speak of this to another, actually. I mean who do you think people would believe? The successful, handsome, young teacher. Who wouldn't harm a fly. Or the bad reputation student who usually tends to be a bit too nosy?"

He has a point. And it's not like I was going to tell anyone...

Oh fück it.