It had been a long semester. And.... well, working alongside professor Chris wasn't the easiest thing. Especially with his wandering eyes. And there were a few rumours about some of the TAs he'd had in the past. And he always seemed to have girls with him. But also... his girls always went onto the best Astrophysics positions for research. He had almost a 100% hiring ratio. Which made him pretty desirable. Today, he looked at his newest assistant. he was sure she had a thing for him. But... well, time to test that out. He walked with her into the office. Smiling at her. "How did grading their latest papers go Gwen?" he asked politley. Looking over at her.

It had been couple of weeks into this new TA role that Gwen had picked as a part of her last semester of master's programme in astrophysics. She have had heard a lot so called rumours about professor Chris, about how he conducts himselves around female colleagues and how female colleagues also tries to seek attention of his during classes or meetings. So far it was going good, it was just another day at university. Gwen had a meeting scheduled with Chris on the grading of latest papers and the thesis topic. Gwen running through the corridors trying to be on time for this meeting at Chris's office. "Umm Hey, y-yes you. Please give way. I'm late for real. Please let me go you kids" Gwen frowned upon a couple kissing in the middle of the corridors like it was the end of the world. Gwen quickly navigates past lovey-doveys having a little peek at them ofcourse. Chris's office was on the right side at the end of the hallway. Gwen quickly adjusts grabs her blonde hair which she dyed blonde to look cool and tucked them into a well knit bun around a pen she had in her mouth as the core of the bun. She quickly straightens her white shirt and adjusts her black skirt which extended till her knees with a black ankle socks to go with white sneakers. She liked to be perfectly dressed while she meets someone for a meeting. That's her thing, she is likes things to be arranged properly and clean. Gwen can stand everything but not chaos. As soon as she reached he was already standing there waiting for her and straight away shoots a question towards her. "Umm, yeah that's still going on. I need some more time to complete it professor" She politely answers to him while she walks into his office which has this aroma of the cent he usually wears on him which is quite refreshing.

He was working through some results, adjusting his glasses as he peered at the results before him. He was checking through a survey, looking to see if any of the date stood out to him. he was in his late 30s. And had finally gotten tenure as a professor. And he was taking to it well. But... the temptation. His eyes flicked to his newest TA. Tracing out the curves as she settled into the office. THis was so much harder than he had ever expected. She was so cute. And so... soft and gentle. He licked his lips, before pulling his eyes away. Forcing himself to look back at the screen. How could he even be considering what he was going to do. He looked at his hand. But he also knew she would take it. She had never stood up for herself, and he was certain the last time they were in this office and he crowded her that she got turned on. He opened his hand, then rubbed his fingers together. Imagining her breast, her face. Her arms in his hands. Playing with her. He stood up and walked right behind her chair as she sat down in it. He leaned over her, his hands moving to plant itself on the desk next to her mouse and hand. His smell surrounding her. "Lets see. You're doing really well. When do you think you'll have it done by?" He allowed his voice to be a low whisper right in her ear. Sensual, in her personal space, and right next to her.

Gwen sat down infront of a computer that was already on, adjusting her skirt tad bit because it was small and when she sat it becomes smaller. She pulled up the google sheet with the scores listed down and started clicking around showing what all things were done. "So, here. If you check this sheet...we are done w-wi" She stopped for a fraction of second as she felt a hand touching hers gently. His hands were warm but firm. She ignored it and went on with her walkthrough of what she had done till now. Gwen was really into what she was doing but a part of her was also alert of her surroundings. She could feel Chris's warm and fresh breathe right near her ears as he whispers in rather low voice. Gwen felt weird but she didn't resist as well, the feeling was something that she liked. She starts fidgeting with her toes down under the table. She tucks a stray strand of her hair falling out of the bun behind her ear and just leaned back on chair so that she could see Chris better. "umm, I think if I pull an this night out I'll be able to finish it by tomorrow morning" Gwen answered firmly looking right at him as he still tries to feel her hand near the mouse. The way he was looking at her, Gwen knew something was brewing but a part of her wanted it to brew more maybe.

Chris moved around the table as she responded. Good, he told himself. She likes it. He listened to her explanation of what was going on, and just nodded. He didn't comment, but looked at the notes on the screen. She was good at what she did. She was perhaps his best TA. So why did he want to do what he wanted to do. He ran his hand first through her hair, then as she turned to face him, he reached out to rub over her jaw line. His touch was gentle, his finger tips first reaching out to caress it. To pull her face around to look into his eyes. Then he shifted. Leaning forwards so he could rub her chin with his palm. His up by her ear. And his other fingers rubbing her chin. He just held her like that for the longest moment. Looking down at her. "You've done excellent work, as always Gwen. But... well, I've been doing a lot of thinking about you. You've been the best TA I could ever wish for. Your work with the students is excellent. And your contributions to my research have been excellent. It makes me feel certain things for you. Desires." He leans forwards then, his hand moving her her shoulder. His cheek rubbed hers. He shifted so his body was over her almost. "I want to own you. I want to keep you. I want to make you mine. In the most intimate of ways. I don't want to ever let you go. So, I'm going to give you a choice. Get up and leave. Transfer to another program. Or... well, see what my creative mind comes up with."

Gwen started to get nervous as well as her breathing started to get heavy. "Um-Chr-, Professor Chris...I don't understand what you are trying to imply here" She said with some honesty in her eyes even though she knew where this might be going. Even though she feels this is wrong, she needs this job of her to work out and getting a transfer would mean starting again from zero. "Umm, may I know what your desires are, Sir?" She asks as she turns her chair towards Chris as he continues to caress her chin and yet Gwen not bothered about it. She fiddles with her fingers, just randomly tapping one finger on the other one as they rest down on her skirt.

Chris gave a soft chuckle as she asked about his desires. He reached his hands up to her hair and pulled it back, dragging his nails down her chin, over her throat, to the coat that she was wearing. "Hmmm, you're a smart girl. But your mind is so much fun. I'll let you think and worry about what I want." His hand moved to slide just under her shirt. He bit his lip. Loving the feeling of warm flesh. His fingers tickled her breast under her clothes as he held her in that position. Her neck and chest exposed. But then, he stopped. He let go and stood up. "That is enough for now. But, tonight, come back to this office. Dress for a party. Dress up. I don't want your hair in a bun. I want you dressed like you're going to have fun. Oh, and I also expectyou to keep up with your work. My desires for you, whatever you imagine them to be, is not an excuse to slack. Now, go and get some food. And get yourself ready for tonight. Understand?" (edited)

The moment Chris pulled her head back by her hair she felt a gush of adrenaline through her entire body. "Oh-uh, professor ouch. You are hurting me" She squealed a little holding on to his hands. Chris's hand on her breasts felt oddly warm and firm. He was taking his own time to feel them and tickled her nipples around which in no time reacted to his touches and were hard enough to point through the shirt she was wearing. Even though it was something wrong, she felt good. Suddenly in a moment he stopped, just when Gwen could really make something out of the feeling she had, he stopped and took his hnads out of her shirt and let her hair go. Her bun was open and her hair hair laid on her shoulders which she again made into a bun in no time, while Chris instructed her in rather firm voice to get dressed up for a party. She liked how controlling he could be. Gwen buttoned up her shirt properly but her nipples were still hard poking right through her shirt. She didn't want people outside to know or to even start rumours. She grabbed some sheet of papers and held them close to her chest. "Umm, professor I think I'm gonna leave now. I'll be back in time" She said trying not to look directly at chris and walk out of there as soon as possible.

He watched her panting. The reactions were easy and plain to see. And seeing those small pebbles, evidence of her feelings and imagination was all that Chris needed to see. Oh, how much he wanted to just rip the shirt off her. His nose flared as he took in her smell. Her presence. It was all so delightfully intoxicating. He let out his breath, his chest falling as he watched her get up. And practically stumble out, trying to hide her arousal. He let her go with a nod. He ignored her complaint about hurting her. That was all part of his plan, his intention. Keep her mind working as he worked on her. THat would help and keep things interesting. He sat down on her chair, and leaned back. Allowing his mind to run. To think about her. What would she look like naked. What would she feel like when he touched her. WHen he grabbed her. He spun the chair around, feeling quite high. But then... well, he knew that some work had to be done. So, he stopped the chair from spinning facing the computer, and leaned forwards to finish things up. When she came back he was still at the computer. Working away. It had gotten a bit darker. But the light from the monitor was reflected in each of the glasses. He had a bottle of wine and a couple of plastic cups for it. Not the most romantic, but it would do for now. He glanced up as the door opened. And his face pulled into a smirk. "Welcome back Gwen. I am glad to see you're trying to be a good girl."

Gwen arrived back at the office because of one very obvious reason or maybe two. First being she needed this job at university and second being as much hard to admit it but she enjoyed being controlled. It felt like she wanted this for sometime now and the missing flare in her life was this. She wanted to give it a try. She rose to the occasion and dressed perfectly for that. She had this beautiful halter neck black dress which one of her ex boyfriends gifted her. Her back was pretty much exposed and guarded by some thin laces tied into knots holding the front of the dress tight to her chest just pushing a faint outline of her perfect bust to be visualised. Upon reaching Chris's cabin she saw a faint white screen light coming from within the cabin and rest everything was dark. She adjusted her dress a bit to tighten the laces hanging behind her back and runs her hands through her hair to straighten them out. "Deep breath gwen" She mumbles and walks right into the cabin where Chris was already sitting with a wine bottle and few plastic cups. "Umm, I guess you made it pretty clear I had to" She answers in a rather low tone as she walks towards the table and just takes a sit on the table crossing her legs like a good girl would do.

Chris focused on what she was wearing, and just let a massive grin cross over his face. "You look simply divine Gwen." He stood up and walked over to her. "And with heels. You are a very good girl. Come here." He stood up and walked over to the girl. His hands reaching out for her waist to turn her around, to look at her from different angles and see what he could see. He bit his lip, rather liking the view. "You are stunning. I really do want you." His fingers ran up her thighs, then over her hips, feeling the soft flesh of her body. Then feeling the material of the dress. It was then that he poured a couple of glasses of wine. "Yes, but if someone who was being absolutely forced into this was sitting here. I don't know if they'd look so... hmmm, there isn't any fear in your eyes." He reached his hand out to brush her cheek, pulling some hairs out of the way. His touch soft and gentle. "Only nerves. Like you don't know where we're going. But want to see."

Gwen sat there on the table looking at Chris innocently all ready to submit herself to him strangely. This is going to be a very new feeling for her to not to be in control but still enjoy whatever might happen going ahead. Chris was taking his time to have a quite good look at her attire and body as if he could see what he has planned and how her body would react to it. Chris came near her and turned her the other way as Gwen bare back faces him allowing a good view of her figure. Once he was done, Gwen turned towards him again just standing there and waiting for his cue. His fingers making their way up her soft thighs felt really nice, it did make her flinch a little because of the sudden warm touch of his. She curled her fingers into a fist resting on the table just behind her. "Um, yes I want it perhaps. Also more so I want to keep this job and do anything for it. Me being here with you is a proof of that" She says in a low tone looking right into his eyes as he feels and caress her cheeks. She walks over to the glasses of wine and pick one and took a sip of it. "I..I hope you don't mind. I should've asked first maybe if I'm allowed to d-drink?" Gwen clearly clueless about how this whole dynamics work. How should she avoid being on the wrong side and get punished for anything wrong.

He walks up behind her as she leaves the table, his hands take hold of her hips. And he pulled her back into it. Her nervous energy was almost like a drug. Maybe it would be better to compare it to a red rag to a bull. It was drawing him on. Pulling him in. He found it appealing. His hand slid over her belly from her hips. Then down. Touching right down to where her panties would cover. Exploring her body. He intended to show her that he could touch her anywhere. And see how she reacted when he did that. "Hmmm, that is good to hear. I don't like holding your job over your head. Gwen. But I am going to take what I want." Those last words were whispered in her ear. His voice a stern, firm commanding tone. Stating how the world was going to be. He emphisied it by nipping first her ear. Then her neck. Finally her collar. The last two he allowed his teeth to settle and he gave a little suck. Enough to leave a little mark. Something that would need some effort to hide. He other hand moved to her shoulder. Sliding up her body as his other hand went down. Pulling one arm back towards him. Wrapping around behind her shoulder and placing it behind her head. It was a position to partly imobilise someone. "You can do whatever you want, Gwen. Anything at all. But, there will be consequences. But for now." He made sure the arm he captured didn't have the wine. "There are no consequences for drinking wine. Other than you'll get slowly drunk."

Chris's each and every touch was working her body up perfectly. She whimpers a little as he touched her right near to her panties. He was already exploring each and every part of hers as if giving her an indication how it would be when he really works it up hard. Her breathing started to pick up the pace as Chris nips her ear and then lowers down to her neck leaving a wet trail just right near her cheeks and chin settling down near the collor bone where he decided to leave his mark. That bite of his got a small moan out of her making her grip Chris's shirt a little more grip. Chris slid his hand right behind her shoulder locking any movement from her. Gwen could feel how tight the lock was she tried to move without any success. "I'm s-sorry , professor Chris. I'll keep this in mind" She said like a good girl she was told to be.

He moved his other hand to rub her belly. Playing up and down. But he kept his hands so near to her panties. He could feel her reaction. And so he kissed up the side of her neck. Finding that the line of her jawbone was what seemed to make the most reaction. He didn't give her more hickies, but he covered it in kisses and nips. It was after about a minute of this atteniton. His hands exploring her body, keeping her right arm pinned in the air so she would have to sip with her left that he pulled back. His fingers pausing on her body. "You're warming up, Gwen. You're getting hot. And I think I can smell some things. Some delightfully feminine things. Tell me. You're having fun, aren't you?" He pulled her a little closer to him. his touch warm and attentive. His focus purely on her. "Kick off your panties. Slide them out from under the dress. Right now young lady."

He was kissing Gwen at all the right places for sure and drawing out those soft moans out of her. With her right hand pinned up in the air she was feeling helpless. She couldn't touch herself where sh would want too while Chris works he body up. She could feel her panties stick to her labia. All the wetness starting to gather around the right spot. Chris's hand was right near to her panties but never did he once actually her crotch. "Yes, I-I like this" She said sipping that wine spilling a bit on the floor. She bent her knees down so that she could reach her panties with her left hand. She pulls them down and slide it till her knees and could already feel wet fluids on her fingers. She then pushed the panties down with her feet and stood their looking into Chris's eyes. "There you go professor, Chris" She liked how Chris was being nice to her yet having that authority that was making her go mad about him. The delicacy with which he controls her body. She was aching for more but she gotta control herself or shw would get punished for showing her lust.

He looked down at Gwen, seeing her face. She looked so vulnerable. But he could see in her eyes that she was losing control. The lust shone so brightly. And he loved it. He smiled and leaned forwards. Kissing her lips softly. But with his other hand he started to roll up the dress. After a minute, with the dress now bunched up under her tits, he pulled back and whispered in her ear. "I like it when you lose control. I like seeing you a desperate mess begging for attention. I like seeing the look in your eyes when you need more. When your body demands you get fucked. But, I haven't decided if I'm going to fuck you yet. I'm going to strip you. I'm going to lay you out naked, vulnerable." He let go of her arm to pull the dress up and over her head. Then pushed her towards the desk. "Put your hands on it. But if I fuck you, if I make you cum or send you away wanting more. I haven't decided that yet young lady." He reached his hand out and pulled her hair over towards her back. His touch soft and gentle. "Help me make my decision."

Gwen loved Chris's lips on hers. They were so soft and the kiss clearly excited her body. As Chris rolled up her dress right up to her breasts she could felt the cold because of the air conditioner in the room. A chill went through her body as Chris took the dress totally of and pushed her towards the desk. Gwen moved a little closer to Chris and just extended her hand to his crotch rubbing right on it through his pants. She could already feel the bulge and make some assumptions on the size too. She had a hint of smile on her face as she unzipped his pants and put her hands into the the slit rubbing him through his pant feeling how hard he was already. "Does this help you decide something? Professor?" She said looking right into his eyes as she moved her hands a bit south and caressed his balls cupping them.

Chris gasped as he felt that hand slide into his pants. Suddenly she wasn't so passive. But actively encouraging him. He enjoyed the feelings. The teasing. her pushing him. But it was time to push back. He smiled at her as she played with his body. Before his hand grabbed her hair. Pulling it back again. He ran nails along her jaw line, then down over her collar. Finally reaching her nipple. He pinched it. Played with it. His touch becoming much more firm. Much more about stimulating her with something between pain and pleasure. "Maybe it does. But, if you're going to touch there. Young lady." His voice turned a stern tone. One that brooked no question or disagreement. "You had better get on your dirty little knees. Right now. And start to use more than just a teasing hand." He pulled on her hair more, trying to push her down to her knees. To where she would be right at his groin level.