Chapter 5

Arabella Hale

I had no idea how I managed to get through the time between this morning  and my classes. I dreading how things will go today.

I weren’t saying that time had been productive. In the least. But I hadn’t driven myself to insanity. I also had not received any horrific emails from the Dean’s office, I kept checking my phone every minute this morning. And so I figured Professor Paxton hadn’t reported me… at least I hoped he hadn’t.

I wished desperately today morning couldn't come but it had finally come though, for my next class with Professor Paxton. To say I was on edge was the understatement of the semester. I mentally prepared myself for the worst as I walked down the hall towards the classroom. I tried giving myself a little pep talk in my car, I guess you can imagine how that went.

With each step I took, my heart picked up speed, and my hands became clammy and shaky.

As I came face to face with the door, I took one last deep breath and prayed for the best.

I entered the classroom and immediately noticed the change in demeanor of my classmates that were already there.

I double checked the clock on the back wall. I wasn’t late; I was actually a bit early.

I made eye contact with Brina in my normal row, and she made wide eyes at me and then flicked them to the front of the room.

I followed her gaze slowly to find Professor Paxton sitting behind the front desk. He was casually leaned back, with his arms crossed just watching the class… but his piercing green gaze was now set on.....me.

My heart stopped in my chest, as I made eye contact with him. He didn’t even seem to blink. He just stared me down, until I was the one who relented and looked away.

Professor Paxton was never in class until it was time to start. Why was he here so early? I noticed he was dressed in a black on black suite. Who’s funeral, I thought and then cringed to myself, oh right- mine.

I unsteadily rushed to my seat next to Bri, feeling his eyes follow me  the whole way.

I pulled my own chair out and quickly seated myself, throwing my bag onto the table, a lot more noisily than I had intended to. Or maybe it was just because the classroom was completely silent as other students filed in; everyone wary of Professor Paxton just watching them.

I shifted towards Brina, both of you exchanging your worried features. This was not going to be a good day; I just knew it in my own gut.

I made myself busy, taking out my notebook from my bag but were interrupted from a booming voice that caused me to jump slightly, “there will be no need for notes today. I want to test your knowledge without any assistance.”

I looked up to the front of the room as Professor Paxton glared at each student, his gaze stopping at me. I swallowed back your whimper; this definitely wasn’t going to be a good day. I pushed my items back into my bag and just sat there quietly counting down to the bloodbath I knew Mr. Paxton was about to deliver.

Finally each student had entered and seated themselves. Mr. Paxton sat there a moment longer just staring at everyone intensely, completely silent, putting everyone on edge.

He stood up slowly, fixing the button on his suite, his face fully stoic. He grabbed a stack of papers seated in front of him and unclipped them, tossing the clasp onto the desk. The tiny item, sounding deafening in the total silence.

He made his way through the front row, placing a paper at each student’s spot. As he climbed the steps and did the same with the second row, my heart started to race.

He usually just set the stack at the front row and let you pass them out yourselves. Why was he being so different? In the back of my head I knew why, but I held on to a small sliver of hope that I had nothing to do with this.

I counted each of his steps, as he mounted the stairs again and entered the row I was seated in. I kept my stare trained on the desk.

His strong hand came into my perspective as he slid the paper in front of me, his fingers pressing firmly into the table, holding the paper in place.

I peered up at him, immediately assaulted by his penetrating green scowl. I kept my obsidan eyes trained on him, hoping he didn’t see the total fear running through my body.

He looked at me for what was probably only a second longer, but felt like an eternity before he moved on to Bri and simply just slid her paper in front of her and moving along quickly.

I glanced down at the paper again, just now realising it had been the answer sheet from last class. The paper that had my list on it.

I stomach did a flip, and I slowly turned it over. There was my writing. The complete list of dirty secrets. But that was all. There were no red marks. No comments scribbled. No added notes.

I couldn’t help the sigh of relief that left my lips. Maybe Bri had been right, maybe he didn’t see there was writing on the back. Maybe he was just in a bad mood today, and I was looking too much into it due to my fears.

Fate must have laughed at me at that moment.

“Miss Hale,” Professor Paxton called. I almost didn’t believe own ears. He had never ever called anyone by their names. It was usually “you with the colored shirt, you over there, blah blah.”

I pulled myself from my surprised stupor and shock, and looked forward to meet his intense gaze again. “Y-yes?” I answered, finally finding my voice, I had to cringe at it.

“Be so kind as to start us off this afternoon… explain to the class the difference between this week’s author’s work compared to last’s,” I opened my mouth to start to answer before he cut me off, “and please supply us with at least one quote supporting your statement.”

I gawked at him. Is he serious right now?! I could feel the sympathetic glances from my peers.

I swallowed down my fear, and met his stare straight on, “with all due respect Professor Paxton, you just instructed us not to have our notes out… and you want me to quote the reading?…” I really tried not to get on his bad side, but he didn’t honestly expect me to be able to do that.

“You are a master’s student, are you not?” he challenged, “Surely, someone who’s at your academic level should be able to comply with a task such as this.”  

I was still in disbelief of his actions, but nodded my head. I was in the master’s program… so he wasn’t technically wrong. I just hoped I could pull this off.

I pushed a strand of obsidan hair behind my ear, and clutched my hands together, fiddling with my fingers. I cleared my throat and answered his question to the best of I ability. I knew the quote that I had offered wasn’t exact and I probably butchered the entire thing but hopefully now that I complied,

All he replied to my response was, “I expected better from you, Miss Hale. I’m sure you’ll find it beneficial to pay attention in class from now on, instead of becoming distracted with other senseless note taking.”

I felt the blood drain for my face at his words. That was definitely at innuendo to my list…

He knew.

I thought the torment had ended for me, but Professor Paxton clearly had other plans. He would move on to another student, asking difficult questions, but after they would answer, he would turn back to me and request a “Miss Hale, please explain why this is incorrect” “Miss Hale, do you find this acceptable” “Miss Hale, please grace us with another reason.” 

I wanted pulled my hair out or just faint. I wanted to faint so badly.

He tortured me for the entire class. After every answer, no matter how minute, he wanted my feedback in some way. If I mistook information or answered incorrectly, he would chastise me and move on until the next onslaught occured.

By the end, I was so mentally exhausted, embarrassed and I could feel the sting of tears coming on but desperately pushed away the feeling. I was not going to cry in front of this man.

Finally, someone somewhere granted mercy on my soul and the class period came to an end. As everyone shuffled about, Professor Paxton called out one last time, “Oh and Miss Hale?”

I glanced over expectedly at him as I rose from my chair. “Please see me in my office.” It wasn’t a request.

“What’d you do to piss that guy off,” I heard a random student mumble as they passed me. Bri waited for me outside of the classroom when I dragged yourself out. It was over! He toyed with me, and now was going to tell me to withdraw, ruining my academic career.

I walked silently down the hall with Bri by my side. As I got to the stairs that led up to his office, I paused. Bri rubbed my shoulder, “call me after, ok?” she tried to give me a comforting smile.

I nodded my head and made my own way to his office. It felt like I was walking down death row. My mind ran a million miles a minute. I really thought this morning that I had prepared myself for the worst, but now I had no idea what to expect, as climbed up these steps.

I was terrified but as I grew nearer, I started to feel angrier at the way he’d treated me in class. I decided if he was going to humiliate me privately this time, I wasn’t going down without a fight. I’ll show you, I thought.

He must have just arrived before me, as his office door was open and he was fiddling with papers on his desk, his back turned to me.

Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door frame announcing myself. “Come in Miss Hale, close the door behind you.” he responded without turning around, “and have a seat.”

I shut the door behind myself, and sat quietly in the cushioned chair in front of his desk, placing my bag on the floor.

He seated himself opposite me, across the desk, crossing his leg over his knee and leaning back as he picked up a lose paper, scanning over it.

“Who in this room would you sleep with?” he recited. My cheeks immediately turned crimson red and my heart was hammering in my chest. “Does this person know that you want to sleep with them?”

I opened my mouth to explain this away, but he held up a finger silencing you, making me shrink on the seat. “Ah… this one in particular got my attention … Have you ever pleasured yourself while thinking about them?”

Was he mocking me? I heard him mutter the answer I had written “multiple times” to himself, as his gaze continued down the sheet.

If my face got any redder, I was going to be a cherry. I started to fiddle with my fingers on my lap and kept my head slightly bowed, praying for this to be over.

“Would you rather have kinky wild sex, or sweet romantic sex with this person? … I imagine you have put some thought into it while pleasuring yourself, hmm..,” his eyes never left the paper, but his words were making my stomach do flips. Could he just get this humiliation over with and report me already?!

I opened my mouth multiple times to argue with him again, and again he raised his finger silencing me. “I don’t require your feedback yet, we’re still reviewing, Miss Hale.”

I clenched my teeth together starting to feel irritated now as he continued, “What’s your dirty fantasy of this person?” his eyes broke contact with the paper and he made it a point to look directly at me, and then down at his desk, before directing his stare back to the page.

“And finally, what would this person do if they found out?…” he trailed off, staring at the paper for a moment longer before gently setting it on the desk. Clasping his hands together, he leaned onto his desk, his green glower putting me on edge.

I couldn’t help it, even through my frustrated feelings from the way he treated me in class, and the humiliation he was putting me through now, that face sent heat straight to my core. I bit down on my lower lip, my face heating up for other reasons now.

“You’re a smart young woman Arabella… I believe I have punished you enough during class, for you to realise that. You kept up well with my demands,” he started, leaning back in his seat now, worrying his bottom lip with his index finger.

I could not stop my stare as I glanced down to his lips, and then back up to his eyes.

Arabella...

He said my name, for first time, and sounded sweet, as sweet as honey on your tongue.

Honey...

I wonder, what would it be like if he poured honey all over my body, and licked and sucked it of me...especially my breast; nipples...

I gasped realising where I was and what he had said. 

I pulled myself away from my desires and I nodded slowly, trying to decipher where this conversation was going, “Th-thank you Professor Paxton… Look I am really so-“ he cut me off raising his hand to hush me again, I was really getting annoyed becuase of that. “Please … call my Luc,” my brows raised and I took a deep breath to slow my breathing down and long forgetting my annoyed state.

Could he hear how hard my heart was beating? I wondered.

“Uhm… L-Luc… I just wanted to apologise-“ he cut me off again. “Tell me Arabella…” he stood from his seat and slowly prowled around to the front of the desk, staring down at me, “when you pleasure yourself…” he leaned down placing his hands on either arm rests of the chair I sat on, caging me in.

I gulped audibly, and felt my chest heaving at the closeness of him. The scent of his cologne drew me in, making me dizzy. His face was now only a few inches apart from my own. “What is it that you imagine sweet girl...” he whispered.

I let out a soft whimper, but my mind immediately played back all of the dirty thoughts I had of him that instantly made me wet; and never failed to push myself over the edge when I was touching myself at night.

I opened my mouth to answer him, but closed it not able to find the words. “Do you imagine me taking you hard as you’re bent over my desk, hmm… or, my head between your thighs devouring your sweet pussy…” My eyes had grown wide at his vulgar words, but I didn’t dare break eye contact. “Perhaps you imagine straddling me in my office chair as you ride my cock…”

I could not hold back my gasp. This is so inappropriate! But so hot! What the actual fuck?!

I was pretty sure my heart was going to pound itself out of my chest pretty soon, and I could feel myself growing slick between my legs, my panties becoming wet. He was going to make me cum with his words alone.

“…I think you are a dirty girl, with many imaginative thoughts… am I wrong?” he rasped to me. I shook my head slowly, “n-no… you are not wrong…” I whispered back, breating hard. I wanted to run my knees together.

He smirked wickedly at me and suddenly stood up; the rush of his absence hitting me hard, but I could still feel the tension in the room.

He walked to his office door, and I thought he was dismissing me, feeling slightly disappointed and confused, I began to reach for my bag but then I heard the click of the door’s lock.

Frowning, I glanced over my shoulder at him, as he stripped off his suite jacket, hanging it up.

As he stalked back to his desk, he unbuttoned his cuff links and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his muscular forearms.My eyes trained on him the entire time.

Professor Paxton pulled his tie lose and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, seating himself back in his office chair across from me. He pushed the chair out and spread his legs slightly, leaning back.

He nodded to his desk, and then stared back directly into my eyes, “Strip, and get on the desk."