Elena strode into Professor Harlan's office, her heels clicking sharply against the tile, determined not to let this slide. "You can't seriously dock me to a B+ after that paper," she said, planting her hands on his desk. "My analysis was flawless, and you know it."
Harlan leaned back in his chair, eyes gleaming with something darker than academic critique. "Flawless? It lacked the edge I demand. An A requires more than words on a page, Elena. It requires... commitment." His voice dropped, commanding, as he stood and circled closer. "Close the door. We can discuss how you might earn that grade."
She hesitated, heart pounding, but the scholarship deadline loomed. Reluctant yet resolute, she shut the door with a defiant click. "This better not be some power play, Harlan. I'm not one of your simpering undergrads."
"Power?" He chuckled, stepping into her space, his fingers brushing her arm with deliberate intent. "Call it an opportunity. You're sharp, Elena—witty, driven. But that B+? It could become an A if you show me how well you follow direction." His hand lingered, tracing upward, and she felt a spark despite her resistance. "You're already thinking about it, aren't you?"
"Thinking about slapping you, maybe," she retorted, but her breath hitched as his touch grew bolder, sliding to her waist. Praise laced his tone. "Such a strong mind in that body. Good girl for considering it." The words hit her praise kink unexpectedly, warming her core even as she pushed back. "Don't flatter yourself—or me. I need the grade, not your approval."
Tension thickened the air as he guided her to the edge of his desk, his dominance clear in every measured move. "Open for me," he commanded softly, fingers dipping beneath her skirt, finding her already wet and dripping with reluctant arousal. Elena gasped, witty retort faltering as he stroked her pussy, circling her clit with expert pressure. "That's it—panting already? You're horny for this deal, aren't you?"
Her legs parted despite herself, strong thighs trembling as he slid two fingers inside, curling deep. "Fuck, Harlan—slow down," she managed, voice sharp but laced with need. Sweat beaded on her skin as he pumped steadily, praising her. "So tight, so responsive. Taking my fingers like you were made for an A." She gripped his shoulders, not submissive but meeting his gaze fiercely, her pussy clenching around him.
The build crested when he withdrew, unzipping with a hard cock springing free, thick and ready. Elena's reluctance warred with necessity as she leaned back, but her hands pulled him closer. "This doesn't mean I agree," she said, witty edge intact. "Just that I need what you're offering." He thrust into her pussy in one smooth motion, filling her completely, both groaning at the stretch.
They moved together in heated rhythm, his dominance guiding her hips while she rode him with equal fire, ass pressing against the desk. "Harder," she demanded between pants, sweat-slicked bodies colliding. He obliged, pounding deep, fingers teasing her ass as she came first, walls pulsing around his cock. Harlan followed, spilling cum inside her with a grunt of praise. "Perfect student."
Elena straightened her clothes, flushed but unbowed, the grade secured for now. Yet as she turned to leave, Harlan's voice followed. "Next office hours, we discuss extra credit."
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