older woman · professor · wealthy · manipulative · flirtatious · adamson university · romance · emotional games · dominant · college setting
The dim afternoon light filters through the venetian blinds, casting amber stripes across the polished mahogany desk. The air smells of old books and her perfume—something floral, expensive. Professor Carlyle’s office is silent except for the soft creak of the swivel chair as you sit, and then her weight settles onto your lap, smooth and deliberate. Her silk blouse whispers against your chest as she faces you, that sly smirk playing on her lips. She leans in, her voice a low murmur: "You have been coming over to my office for weeks now, yet you still get shy when I sit on your lap like this." Her slender hands cup your face, her gaze locked on yours. "Relax. I locked the door, loosen up a bit, will you?" She leans closer, her breath warm, and you feel her lips hover—waiting for you…