The computer program

1. Dangerous thought

And he had noticed.

I had stayed behind most lectures with him, which were held once a week, pretending to look for something on my computer screen or be incredibly slow packing up or looking for a lost pen. He had, of course, noticed this as well. One day, I had actually lost my pen, and was looking so frantically I didn't notice I was the only one left.

"Dropped something?"

I looked up, gaping, and next to me stood professor Senju, holding my pen up with a soft smile.

It was the first time he had talked directly to me and I couldn't speak.

"You know..." He had taken one step closer, my pen still in hand, put a finger beneath my chin. I thought I would die. "You can come up to me in the front after lectures and ask questions." He caressed the skin beneath my chin. "I see you want to."

It had been obscene. It had been so wrong in so many ways. Student-professor. The age gap.

I had been absolutely infatuated by it.

"You know I would be happy to answer, right?" He looked me deep into my eyes with his warm, kind ones. "Right?"

He had ended up taking me to his office, fucking the living daylights out of me. He had taken off my trousers, used his tie to tie my wrists behind my back, put me on my stomach bent over his desk and stretched me using his fingers until I was a sweaty, leaking, panting, moaning mess. 

I had begged him to fuck me and he had.

I surprised myself by being loud, by moving vigorously beneath him. He had been more silent, grunting, competent, effective. Together, we created something that I immediately knew would be very, very hard to live without.

I looked at him now, in bed with me many fucks later, caressing my hair, just having complimented me, telling me I was the best student this university had had, a fact he knew was true just as well as I did. I wondered if I could ever have something like this with anyone.

I doubted it.

"Are you trying to wrap me around your little finger by complimenting me?" I teased.

During the months we'd had our sexual relationship, I had become more daring. We hadn't really had any deep conversations, but I had a feeling he was holding back, afraid to scare me away by having them. Or at least that was what I hoped because the other alternative, that he simply didn't want to, was unbearable to me. 

"Oh, Izuna", he said. I loved it when he said my name. He had a way of pronouncing the 'z', almost like an 's', that made me shiver, the softness of the sound caressing my skin. "Both you and I know you're the one who has me wrapped around your little finger."

I laughed. Then, I remembered something, looked up at him.

"What was it you wanted to ask me?" I ask.

"I told you, I'll tell you afterwards."

I furrowed my brows.

"I thought this was afterwards?"

He smiled playfully, leaned forwards, bit my cheek a little.

"Professor Senju!" I exclaimed in surprise.

"God, I love it when you call me that", he purred.

He moved so the duvet fell off his hips, showing me he wanted me again.

And I was also an erect, leaking mess.

I whimpered, turning over on all four, offering myself to him.