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Taking Instruction

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Taking Instruction Copyright© 2007 Cheyenne McCray

Edited by Sue-Ellen Gower.

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Electronic book Publication: March 2007

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TAKING INSTRUCTION

Cheyenne McCray

Author’s Note

Taking Instruction
incorporates only elements of Domination/submission and BDSM. It is not intended to accurately portray a true BDSM or Dom/sub relationship.

Taking Instruction

Jessica Grayson looked up from her term paper to stare at Professor Bennett. Her mouth watered and she squirmed in her seat from the ache between her thighs.

Professor, yeah right. The man was so damn gorgeous and
built
like he’d just come out of a fitness magazine—he didn’t look like any professor or teacher she’d ever had.

Dark hair framed his chiseled features. He had an angular jaw, high cheekbones and eyes as beautifully blue as the clear Arizona sky.

She had a thing for men with tight asses, and his slacks fit him just right. Sometimes when he’d move away from the podium she’d get a good look at his package. Definitely worth unwrapping like the rest of his delectable body. Broad shoulders, biceps that flexed beneath the snug-fitting sleeves of his shirts. She’d bet her last pair of panties that he had rippled abs and a smooth chest that she could slide her hands over to feel his muscles bunch beneath her palms. And she’d dig her nails into that taut ass as he rode her hard.

Jessica wriggled in her seat and smiled to herself as she caught Professor Bennett checking her out again. She leaned forward a little more so that her breasts looked like they’d spill out of her bra. His throat worked before he turned his gaze back to the podium.

Jessica grinned.

It was the end of the second semester of her freshman year at the University of Arizona. She’d be a sophomore in the fall.

She’d found a man she wanted more than anything.

And she intended to get him.

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All semester she’d worn shirts or blouses with necklines that showed off her cleavage and emphasized her breasts. She wore tiny shorts or skirts that hardly covered anything.

And he’d noticed her. Oh yeah, he’d definitely check her out when he thought she wouldn’t notice. When she was writing notes or working on a paper, she’d glance up through her lashes and see him looking at her. He tried to appear casual, but she knew there was a connection between them that went beyond pure lust.

Sometimes their eyes would meet and hold before he broke away and went back to doing whatever it was he’d been dealing with at the time.

Jessica dropped her gaze back to her term paper and tried to concentrate on finishing her essay. She’d ace it since English was her best subject, but with Craig Bennett standing behind that podium, hiding what she most wanted to see, she had to force herself to get her mind off him and write.

It was the last day before summer break, and she didn’t plan on spending it alone.

She was going to give Professor Bennett a time he’d never forget.

Craig Bennett’s gaze kept straying to Jessica Grayson’s breasts. Damn, his student was stacked.

It was a good thing he stood behind a podium when he gave his lectures or his students would see his constant hard-on whenever he was around Jessica.

At this moment his class had their heads down while they pored over their term papers. It gave Craig time to indulge in a few fantasies about Jessica. If she weren’t his student, he’d ask her out and fuck her until there was no tomorrow. He’d have to paddle her for being a bad girl, turning her ass a nice shade of pink.

At that moment Jessica glanced up at him and gave him the sexy little smile she slipped him whenever she had the opportunity .She shifted in her seat to reach up and 6

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twirl one of her fingers in her long black hair and gazed at him with eyes so green and sultry that he could barely think, much less get his hard-on under control.

“Professor Bennett,” came a female voice just to the left of the podium. “Where do you want us to leave the essays?”

Craig jerked his attention to—what was her name? “I’ll take it,” he said as the petite blonde looked at Jessica and back to Craig. By her expression, he knew she’d caught him staring at Jessica.

He cleared his throat and glanced down at her English term paper. Gloria—that was her name.

“Thanks, Gloria.” He focused his attention on her even as he felt the burn of Jessica’s gaze. “Have a good semester break.”

Gloria glanced at Jessica again. “Yeah. You too,” she said with a smirk in her tone.

Craig dismissed her by studying her paper. As always, her work was excellent.

Christ
, though, he had to get his mind off Jessica Grayson. She was his student for God’s sake. He’d seen that she’d signed up for a fall semester with him, English 210, Intro to Writing Fiction.

He knew what he’d rather introduce her to.

It was going to be fucking hell to have her in his class again and not fantasize about her breasts, and how her full lips would feel wrapped around his cock.

He glanced at Jessica, which was a mistake. She was looking at him, her nipples pushing against the fabric of her low-cut T-shirt and her lips moist with a slight shine to them.

He turned away and ground his teeth. He was going to have to lock the door to his office and deal with his hard-on by taking his cock in hand as soon as class was over.

More students came up to him, turning in their papers and thankfully helping him to focus on class and keep from looking at Jessica.

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When the tone for class dismissal came over the loudspeakers, he breathed a sigh of relief. End of semester, reprieve from fantasizing about Jessica. Shit, what was she, twenty, twenty-one? And he was thirty. A little old for anything between them, even if he didn’t have to worry about teacher-student ethics. Hell, he’d just gotten his tenure.

Didn’t want to screw that up.

The remaining students brought their essays to him and he arranged them neatly to keep from looking at the black-haired beauty who was taking her time getting up to the podium. He wasn’t sure he was going to be able to get out a coherent word when she finally turned in her paper.

She was the last, of course. He knew she loved to torture him, and she did a damned good job of it.

He re-stacked the papers studiously, trying to keep his calm. All semester she’d been teasing him by flirting and hinting that she’d like to be more than the teacher’s pet.

And he’d sure as hell like to make her just that—leash, collar and all.

He knew the instant she reached him. No other woman smelled the way she did.

Hot, sensual and of warm vanilla.

He raised his head to see she was, indeed, the last student in the room. Shit, his hand trembled a little as he took her essay from her. The podium was still between them, thank God. His slacks were no doubt tented where his cock pressed against the material.

“What are your plans this summer break, Professor Bennett?” Jessica asked in her low fuck-me voice.

If she didn’t leave, his cock was going to explode. He cleared his throat again.

“Nothing special.”

“Really.” The word was a purr from her lips that almost made him groan aloud.

“My family is going to Europe for the summer, so I’m going to be all alone.”

Craig forced a smile. “Looks like we’re in the same boat.”

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Ah hell
. Why did he go and admit that? Like the girl needed any encouragement.

As he expected, she gave another one of her smiles that made his cock harden.

“Maybe we could get together for coffee…or perhaps dinner.”

“Listen.” He steeled himself and forced himself to say what he didn’t want to.

“You’re my student. It wouldn’t be ethical for me to date you.”

She raised her eyebrows, an innocent look to her expression. “Who said anything about dating…just two lonely people having coffee together. Or dinner.”

“Sorry, Jess—Ms. Grayson.” Goddamn, it was all he could do to get his mind off his cock—in her body, in any number of positions—and force out the words he had to. “I can’t.”

“But you want to,” she whispered and winked before she turned away and walked toward the door.

She wore a tiny red skirt that showed off her incredibly toned, long legs. Her matching red T-shirt molded her frame, tapering down to her small waist.

He watched until she disappeared out the door then he sucked in a deep breath.

It took him a while to get his erection under control. He had to think of the piles of essays he had to grade. His grandmother. The faculty meeting this afternoon. Anything but Jessica.

When he had things under control—which meant getting his cock to cooperate—he stuffed the papers into his briefcase, snapped it shut and headed out of the classroom.

The slam of the door echoed in the hallway as he entered the almost empty corridor.

Students were more than ready for the summer break and it didn’t look like anyone was interested in hanging around. Not that he intended to be around here longer than he had to either. He’d told Jessica the truth, he didn’t have a damn interesting thing planned, and more than anything he’d love to take that girl to his bed and keep her there all break. A girl like her would probably enjoy his toys and a little bondage.

Maybe a lot of bondage.

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Shit
. This was going to be a long three months before classes started again.

Craig made his way to his office, trying to turn his mind to other things and not succeeding.

He definitely needed to jack off to get the pain in his groin under control. He opened the door to his office, stepped inside, and immediately locked the door. He turned around—

And promptly dropped his briefcase.

Jessica Grayson was sitting on his desk.

Naked.

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Oh God.

Jessica’s body was even more beautiful than Craig had imagined, than it had been in so many of his fantasies. Her long black hair fell past her delicate shoulders to her tiny waist. Her breasts were large, her nipples high and pert. Every bit of her body was firm and toned from her shoulders to her ankles. And if he could see it, he’d bet she’d have a nice ass too.