He shrugged, he gently places his veiny hands onto his desk. Tapping his long fingers as we wait for the bell to ring to end lunch. I squirm under his intense gaze, geez relax Mr. Grey.

"I can't believe you just touched me in my private places, sir. I mean of course I've dreamt and wished for you to.. But this.."

I stutter, his eyes flare momentarily.

"Miss Rodriguez the only thing that surprises me is that you believe you wouldn't be fücked by me. Not once. With a body and innocent face like yours.. You need to be disciplined. Properly. I do hope you agree to be my submissive. I'd love to skim my hands under your tight jeans to feel your area wet all for me."

    Why does he have such an unnerving effect on me? His overwhelming good looks maybe? The way his eyes blaze at me? The way he strokes his index finger against his lower lip? I wish he'd stop doing that.

"Mr. Grey please don't say things like that."

I squirm again; he's made me feel like an errant child.

"Why not? Is there a problem?"

     I shake my head, looking down at my fingers. I close my eyes for a brief second, taking a deep breath. This man will be the death of me. And it humors me that this man is my math teacher. He will be the one determining part of my future.

     The bell rings, I carefully stand up, hoping I wouldn't trip and fall. As I did the first day I entered his class. He cocks his head to one side.

"Elena-"

I stop momentarily, meeting his soft gaze. For the first time ever, he doesn't look like he wants to rip off all my clothing. But more of a "come here and cuddle."

"Come meet me at the mall by Barnes and Nobles tomorrow at twelve pm. I'd love to discuss about our extracurricular activities."

I nod my head hesitantly, fück tomorrow? What am I going to wear? What if someone from our school sees us together? Oh the questions and worries.

"Good. I'm looking forward to meeting you tomorrow beautiful. Goodbye Rodriguez."

     He smiles genuinely, I smile back. My heart races, his smile. My heart melts into a puddle. I open his classroom door and pack up my things at my locker. I decided to skip my bus and just walk home, to give myself time to think about this so called agreement.

    I kicked a few stones on my neighbor hoods sidewalk. Do I really want to fulfill my deepest dreams? My sexual fantasies? I've imagined myself pleasing him in many ways that I could hardly think of. I thought my dreams were all just some silly thought.

    But now it's all real. It's real and he wants it with me. My head pounds in annoyance, I enter my house, locking the door behind me. I lazily drop my backpack and walk upstairs to my bedroom. I think of Mr. Grey licking his lips, his lips on mine. I run my hand down my jeans under my panties.

    I kick off my jeans, no one is home, why not? I imagine feeling his muscular body, pressing up against mine and his breathing down my collar bone. I rub soft circles, feeling my low moan escalate throughout my room. I close my eyes, hearing Mr. Grey's voice whisper in my ear.

"Be a good girl and rub faster."

I nod my head, rubbing a bit faster. I feel myself build into that sweet sensation. I place one of my hands on my breast, tugging my nipple.

"You like this, don't you, Miss Rodriguez?"

I moan louder this time, rubbing both areas.

"Tell me."

I imagine him continuing the slow, sensuous torture, pulling gently.

"Yes."

He growls.

"Yes, what."

I whimper.

"Yes.. Sir."

I feel his lips curve into a smile against my cheek.

"Good girl."

He pinches me hard, and my body writhes convulsively against his front.
I calm my breathing, opening my eyes. I see no one in my bedroom but me. I throw my head back, smiling.

What is he doing to me?