She wore a tight red button up shirt that was tucked softly into her pencil skirt, covered by a thick black Balenciaga belt. The top few buttons of her shirt was undone so I could barely catch a glimpse at the sensual hint of cleavage.
I couldn't stop my thorough examination on her. Soon my eyes were at her sinfully lips, and landed on those deep chocolate brown eyes and followed the way her curls tumbling down her back bounced with every. Sinful step.
professor Amelia was talking, but i couldn't hear a single thing, because my eyes were locked on the Goddess standing just two feet away from her.
I was pulled from my trance when I felt the weight of Ian hands squeezing my shoulders hard.
"holy shit, Aesir she looks breathes, eat and shit sex" I cringed at his statement but I wouldn't take it far as shit. But fuck, for once Ian wasn't wrong.
"I will leave my friend to introduce herself" ms Amelia gives the stunning guest a sweet smile and found a seat in the room.
The guest takes a few steps across the front room, totally ignoring the podium standing few feets beside her. Her confidence was radiating. I'm close enough to the front to notice that there's no single waver in her steps, not a single tremble in her stride. She's completely composed in front a room filled with over a hundred student gawking over a stranger.
Not a single person speaks as she takes about 20 seconds to take a leisurely stroll across the room, her eyes scanning the crowd with veiled curiosity.
I don't think I have ever been so hard in my life.
It's fucking painful
She stops in the middle of the room and crosses her arm before opening her mouth to speak.
"Hello class" A secretive smile glides gracefully on her lips "I'm Mistress Z"
Her eyes never stopped their surveillance of the student before her . My breath got caught in my throat when they stopped on me, I choked on a cough. Ian raised a hand to pat my back, I swatted it before he could touch me.
The last thing I want is for him to touch me, when my dick is about to burst from my jeans.
I barely register a male voice from the back of the lecture room call out a question that suddenly captures my focus.
"Are you a dominatrix?"
Her eyes narrowed slightly to his direction, if looks could kill he would be dead.
" was your hands raised?" Her voice is so husky and melodic at the same time, but I didn't fail to notice the threat in her tone.
I look back to look at the guy that asked the question, and noticed it was one of Ian jock friend Collins, the blonde surfer boy type.
I almost felt bad for mistress z with the cocky smile on Collins was directing her way.
Wait.
Did I just call her mistress in my head? Jesus what is fucking wrong with me?!
My direction is pulled when I noticed she was walking towards his direction slow and steady.
"Uh,No...." Collins states hesitantly. I watched as his eyebrows raise as she approached, and something flash in his eyes that I couldn't detect.
She bends over closer to his level.
"Then why are you fucking talking?"
Venom Her voice in that moment, was pure venom Her words like poison went straight to my dick.
I watched as Collins gulped and his eyes stretched wide. I watched the classroom in various state stretched themselves to catch a glimpse of the interaction.
I watched as she ran a finger across his cheekbone.
"Zah...." Professor Amelia starts,but her protest stopped immediately by the hand that Mistress z raises.
It was like magic
"Get the fuck out of my classroom"
With that mistress z stepped away from Collins without sparing even a single glance and walks to the podium stopping just in front to take a turn and face her audience.
Collins looked shellshocked
Mistress Z raised a single eyebrow. I watch, entranced, as Collins gathered his things and walk out of the room.
What the fuck just happened?