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Teachers Can't Deny Instincts|Alexio|DawnShadows

DawnShadows

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It was the second day students looked forward to the most, shortly after the last day of school, the day before Spring Break. All the students were excited, talking in raised voices amongst themselves. But it was a good school and the students still managed to get some work done even with the teacher's relaxed agenda. Except for one student, Charlotte, but that was no surprise, she never did anything. She was late, disruptive, rude to others, no respect of other's property, never completed class work or homework, her file reads on. So how did she manage to stay in? Why wasn't she kicked out? She always got a perfect score on her tests and on her projects. Obviously she was accused of cheating but even with watchful eyes and solitary test taking she provided the same results.

It was almost the end of the day and Charlotte walked into her last class late. As she opened the door she announced, "Okay, you can start now." before smirking and walking to her seat, her black pleated skirt in contrast to her light brown cream fur. As she dropped her bag and sat in her seat, putting her feet up on the desk her skirt revealed the off white of the back of her upper thighs which continued up to the bottom of her tail. She moved the same off white colored hair from her face, the band of her tight bright green shirt being shown, and she looked up at the teacher with expectant dark blue eyes.

"Ready to learn when you're ready to teach me sir." she said innocently, her ears flopping to the sides of her face. She had no paper or pen out and made no notion of getting them, instead she messed with her arm bands boredly, ignoring the murmurs of the other students.
 
Mr. Adams barely had control of his class these days, he had been trying to keep up with the new students that were introduced that were also different, when this older man started teaching hybrids had not been allowed in classrooms yet now they were in all of them. They all seemed to think they could just walk over him because they were bigger or stronger and well it mostly worked, being just a human and at about fifty it was hard for him to intimidate anyone even the human students walked all over him these days. A prime example of being walked all over was when Charlotte came into class late and acted as if nothing was wrong and then actually said he could start teaching now as if he were on her schedule, she acted so innocent as she sat down yet there was nothing innocent about the young hybrid woman who seemed to get a perfect score in everything that she did properly.

Mr. Adams cleared his throat now "actually today I will be leaving, the school has decided that I can stay on as a substitute but that is it" he explained to the students calmly as they mumbled among one another. "Your new teacher is Mr. Weathers" he could hear some of the students laughing about such a last name but he doubted they would laugh for very long once they saw their new teacher, "now I shall take my leave and allow Mr. Weathers to introduce himself" Mr. Adams said before taking his things and walking out the door. Now most of the students were probably expecting a younger version of Mr. Adams or some other human but they were sadly mistaken, Mr. Weathers was no human that much was obvious as he came through the door that almost seemed too small for him.

Thick grey and white fur covered him from head to toe mixing together in some places but not like spots no more like it melded together perfectly, he stood at six foot five with at least two hundred and fifty pounds behind him. Fierce golden eyes looked at the students as he took his position behind the desk now, his teeth could rend flesh from bone if necessary, this was no human this was a hybrid like over half the students, he was a wolf hybrid. Even with the suit on it did nothing to hide the beat like intensity that radiated from him, "my name is Mr. Weathers and I am your new history teacher" it was short and simple without any room for comment, his voice deep and strong almost guttural like he was growling.
 
Charlotte looked at the elderly human unemotionally, putting in her ear buds as she adjusted her position on the seat. It would be a shame to see the old man leave, he was an easy push over. She began shifting through the songs on her music playing device until she was tapped on the arm by a human girl sitting close to her. She took one of her ear buds out and looked at the girl only to see her pointing to the front of the room. Not in the mood for charades she sighed and rolled her eyes before slowly moving her gaze to the front. A light flush spread over her cheeks as she looked at the new man, removing her other ear bud as he spoke. She shifted in her seat once more but this time to gather herself closer, leaning back and bending her knees to her chest, keeping her feet on the edge of the desk. She had to regain her alpha position, but where would she start with this one. He was a hybrid for crying out loud!

She looked back to the human girl near her who seemed to be very close to drooling. Upon casting a quick glance around the room she noticed other females to be reacting in similar ways. The guys seemed to be trying to find a way to one up the young teacher as well, or finding a way to mimic him.

But there were more females in the class. Her ears rose as an idea came to mind. She stretched out in her seat, arching her back outward and placing her hands behind her head, still leaning back in her chair.

She looked to Mr. Weathers, her dark blue eyes sparkling, "Now sir I don't see why you would teach such a subject like this when you could be a coach. Being outside in the field, making your team do you every command looks more like your forte." The girls in the class gave a giggle of approval, a few touching their hair. She continued, "I'm sure the males here would enjoy getting a lesson in that. They would respect you more if you gave them physical homework. Unless that is your intention for this class." She smirked, taking her iPod and putting an ear bud back into one of her long ears. She lifted her chin up higher as now the boys joined in on the subtle conversation, keeping her gaze on Mr. Weathers. He would know who was alpha here, and she would go to any means to keep control.
 
Mr. weathers first name was Brock and he had been warned by Mr. Adams about this young female hybrid, Charlotte was her name and she liked to act like she had control over everything in the classroom. Being a wolf hybrid he was naturally inclined to be in charge, thanks to his human side he also had an A type personality which made him doubly alpha centered in this case, if this had been the wild a bunny would never challenge a wolf but since this wasn't the wild he would have to use his brain rather than his teeth. He smiled at Charlotte calmly almost knowingly like he had predicted she would say everything that she had said just now, he walked towards Charlotte slowly almost lazily as if he had all the time in the world, his confidence oozing from every fiber of his being as he stopped at her desk "well Charlotte first off I'll take this" his hand shot out like a striking cobra suddenly.

Before most of the class could react he was already pocketing her headphones and her music playing device "I don't allow electronics on in my classroom" he spoke with absolute authority but not harshly it was almost casually as if he were telling her something he liked. "As for your question that is simple I find this more stimulating than coaching, here I can teach something worthwhile something that some of you can actually use in the future" he explained calmly as he walked to his desk and sat on the edge. "Statistically speaking there is less than a one percent chance of anyone becoming a professional athlete, the odds of you actually using history are exponentially higher Charlotte" he explained with the same calm confidence that he exuded. "Plus I find history to be much more entertaining, the battle of Thermopylae for instance, a battle that was so exciting, so powerful, so incredible that thousands of years later we still learn about it, they even made it into a movie you all know called three hundred". He was already winning back the class as he related to one of their favorite movies, "even if you become a professional athlete you will not be remembered thousands of years later as the spartan king Leonidas is to this day".
 
Charlotte's ears fell once more as he slowly made his way to her, that smile plastered to his face. Her arms moved to her lap, clasping her fingers together. The black tips of the long ears twitched slightly, her whiskers quivering as he stopped at her desk. Her brow furrowed as he said her name, how did he know who she was already? How much did he know already? She gasped as her ear buds were snatched from her, instantly standing up, planting her feet firmly on the ground and slamming her hands on the desk. If not for his tone she would have gone after him, not hesitating to fight for her iPod back. But he was already walking away, speaking in that same tone, a tone that made you listen. At these moments she wished she had been born a predatory hybrid so she could show her displease through a primal yowl.

Currently content with groaning she retook her seat, crossing her arms as she looked over his sitting figure aggressively before staring out the window, making a point to seem like she wasn't listening. As the class began murmuring with slight awe and joy she looked around like she had been slapped. Squinting her dark blue eyes once more at Mr. Weathers she placed her head on the desk, crossing her arms underneath her resting cheek. She nuzzled in to her arms, the soft fur brushing against her pink nose, causing it to twitch slightly. If she could not win over the class she would catch up on her sleep.

Her phone buzzed in her bag, causing her to retrieve it, answer the text, and sat on it, placing it between her skirt and panties in an attempt to dissuade the teacher from claiming it as well. Before she returned to her position the human girl next to her was trying to pass her a note, keeping her gaze on Mr. Weathers. Charlotte took it and placed it under her folded arms. She would read it and respond to it after her name. Her eyes closed once more.
 
Luckily for Charlotte she did not attempt to fight back because she would have lost completely to Brock as he was used to fighting quite extensively, he had actually been quite the fighter when he was younger as he had a very nasty side to him. He let Charlotte pout about having her music device taken from her as he would engage the rest of the students, his first priority was getting to know the students and what they liked about history or if they liked the subject at all. The majority of the males were of course focused on the epic battles of history, some of the females were as well but more of them were interested in the powerful female figures or how things have changed and how they haven't changed. He was content to ignore Charlotte until she blatantly pulled out her phone to answer a text, she placed the phone under her now so he wouldn't be able to grab it which was a smart move if his only option was to grab it.

Unfortunately for her Mr. Weathers had other options which he soon brought out as he wrote down Charlotte's on a yellow slip of paper, everyone knew what that meant and they began to murmur among one another. Mr. Adams had never given Charlotte any kind of punishment yet Brock was not Mr. Adams he pressed the detention slip onto Charlotte's desk "detention today my class, if you decide to skip I'll have you suspended" his words rang with authority and there was not even a centimeter in which to argue with. The class wasn't even sure how to react as Charlotte had been the untouchable one yet here the new teacher was giving her a punishment almost right off the bat, in the beginning it had been Charlotte who was trying to show who the alpha was yet it was Mr. Weathers now that showed who the alpha of the classroom was.
 
Charlotte had finally just begun to doze off, relaxing her tense angry muscles. It was nice to rest, she never usually got much sleep, but of course that balance, along with everything else that day, was disrupted. She was annoyed to be awoken from her sleep, irritated that it was by the same man that turned her world up-side-down, and pissed that it was only to receive a punishment. Her eyes widened as she looked over the slip, her jaw kept tight. How dare he destroy everything she worked so hard to achieve. This was going to be a long rest of the year. Her anger only boiled over as she was reminded of the break awaiting her once class was over, Spring Break now seemed further than ever. For a few heartbeats a thought of killing the brute during her after class stay crossed her mind, knowing it would be evident in her eyes.

Charlotte crumpled up the paper and looked up, a bemused smile on her lips, "If you're willing to put up with me an extra hour then fine. As long as I get my music back, you can keep me here as long as you want." Her last sentence was mumbled as she threw the paper ball across the room, putting her head back in the nook of her arms. Her phone vibrated once more, the sensation causing her to start, the electronic moving to the edge of the seat. She then looked at the note the girl had wrote, scanning her eyes over the adjectives the human had used to describe him, mostly pleasant. She took out a pen and crossed them out, writing one word at the bottom and passing it back to her. She put her chin on the desk, placing her hands on her ears, waiting for class to be over.
 
Brock could of course see the fury in her eyes and he had no doubt if she wasn't worried about the consequences that she would have been using every expletive term that she knew to insult him right now. He just gave her that calm smile as she tried to act as if getting detention was nothing but thanks to the reaction of her classmates he already knew that she was definitely not used to being shown who the real boss was which only made him more confident. He made his way over to the paper ball that she had thrown across the room and rather than giving it back to her he threw it at the garbage can across the room which it landed in perfectly "oh swish" he said a bit surprised which drew laughs from some of the students around him.

There was no need for him to do anything else after all he had the class in the palm of his hand even if Charlotte wasn't yet, so he went back to getting to know the class figuring out what Mr. Adams had done that was boring and what he could do to make the class more entertaining to everyone. Time seemed to fly by as he got names, ideas, even people volunteering to help him set up stuff for the classroom, he thanked everyone for making his first day enjoyable and watched as they filed out of the classroom. Now he was just left with Charlotte "it would appear that you have a taste for being in control of things Charlotte" he spoke bluntly now that they were alone "but unfortunately for you I also have a ravenous appetite for being in control not just a taste" he gave her a predatory grin now which also revealed some of his oh so sharp teeth "so I think it would be best if you just came to accept that".
 
Charlotte remained silent as class passed, uncatchable thoughts racing through her mind. Mostly just swear words that she had picked up from older peers when she was younger, her vocabulary only expanding with age. But what good would that do? It would just put her lower, and knowing what little she did about Mr. Weathers he would just punish her more. A few comebacks and smart remarks came to mind as he interacted with the class, but it was squished and trampled on as another student would jump in with a new question or remark to the new teacher. Leaving would prove no help, in fact it would make her look weaker, as if she couldn't handle being beaten. So near the end of class she slumped back in her chair and crossed her arms across her chest. She tried to keep her gaze on anything but the class and Mr. Weathers, admiring anything from the wood trim of the ceiling to the fabric of her clothes.

She relaxed as class ended, finally free from the act of being nonchalant. She looked taken aback at her fellow students' open kindness to the teacher, her gaze falling to the top of her desk. She was the one that used to make them smile and laugh, the one that brightened the end of their day with joy. She would not be replaced that easily. She finally looked to the man as he spoke to her but took her time to answer. She rose and stretched, her shirt clinging to her slightly toned body. After picking up her bag she straightened her skirt, looking over herself before approaching him, raising an eyebrow.

"A ravenous appetite, eh?" a coy smile made her whiskers curl, moving a bit closer then personal boundaries allowed. She lowered her gaze slightly, trying to remember which pocket he had placed her device in. Moving her eyes back to his her ears drew back, anger clouding her dark blue eyes.

"You don't know what power I possess. I don't have to accept that, omega~" the last word was said teasingly, poking fun at his wolf heritage. She was reminded of his sharp teeth and leaned back, too stubborn to take a step back. Her mind wandered back to just how muscular he was, and doubt flickered through her mind. If he was quick to give her school punishment she wondered how much it took for him to give physical punishment. Again her passionate independence flared through her and she quickly reached into his pocket, taking out the first thing she grabbed and turning away from him so he couldn't take it back. It was not her desired iPod but his ID. She skimmed over the profile information but kept his first name stuck in her mind. If she could have nothing else she would have the knowledge to address him by his first name.
 
Now Brock of coursed noticed the toned nature of her body, his eyes took in the curvaceous form, the bubbly rear she had and if she hadn't been his student he would have definitely flirted with her and more. But in the back of his mind he felt like someone or something was telling him that the teacher student thing didn't matter as it was natural, he tried to shake the feeling as he was a teacher first but it stayed there in the back of his mind as if whispering to him. He was snapped from his own thoughts as he heard her voice, his eyes calm as she came closer until the personal boundaries were long gone like they never existed in the first place he thought while she lowered her gaze. He could see that his comments had also gotten her angry as her dark blue eyes seemed electrified with anger now, yet he did not flinch even a little as she claimed he had no idea what power she possessed and then she called him omega as if making fun of his wolf heritage yet that didn't bother him even a little bit.

His golden eyes did not even looked surprised when she reached into his pocket to grab something out of it, what she took was not her music device though yet she still turned away to look at it and to keep it away from him. "Actually Charlotte you have no idea of the power I have" he said in a deep almost guttural tone like a growl his eyes now gleamed as if he were on the hunt, a predatory look as he stared at the bunny hybrid. He leaned in suddenly his muscular form pressing against hers from behind lightly, one arm reaching around to grab his ID and pull it from her hands easily "my first name is Brock" he whispered into her ear as he pulled away now. He did not seem to mind it at all that she knew his first name "though Brock would be more popular than Mr. Weathers I would guess, plus if such an influential student started calling me that then others would and being on a first name basis would make us closer as a class" he said logically.

"Charlotte I have age, experience, and charisma it will be difficult for you to regain your old position in this class even if I did nothing to oppose you but if I oppose you then you'll just end up being that one student that doesn't like me" he said so confidently that one might just believe it right away. "You'll be isolated perhaps even shunned by the other students and that would be a shame when we could work together" he said playfully before giving her a very warm smile that was almost real but it didn't quite reach his eyes.
 
Charlotte tensed as she felt him behind her, her soft light brown and cream tail brushing against his leg. A sudden wave of fear came from her, shuddering lightly as he whispered. She could not explain the pit growing in her stomach as the scent of his wolf brutality tickled her little nose. She turned when he did, her eyes scanning the grey and white fur, looking for a reason for the urge to flee from the man. She was silent once more as he spoke, overtaken by his obvious confidence in his own standing in the situation. Then that smile crushed the feeling of slight nausea that had threatened to over take her, and instead of seeing merely a wolf she in turn saw a male. Playing people to get what she wanted was nothing new, but putting aside the fact Brock had more defense than herself could throw together in response to his quick plays she still hung on to the hope she could use this to her advantage.

Mulling over what he said she threw out her past attempts at an attack. Though she didn't like it, she would have to try another route. Knowing this wouldn't be over soon she placed her bag against the teacher's large desk. Stepping lightly she made her way around and took a seat in the chair, leaning forward and putting her elbows on the hard wood. She heard the loud talking and cries of her peers from outside, the noise breaking through the sealed door. She wanted to be out there, enjoying the break that they had earned, but she couldn't leave without her music. And though she wouldn't admit it she had never been faced with a challenge like this before and she wasn't about to give it up.

She spoke softly, "Work together? For what? I have nothing to offer you, you can gain nothing from me that you can't get from another student. The only reason you haven't singled me out to the class is because you want to hold it over my head. Do you think I will come to your side and join in with 'the class time fun'? I don't care if they shun me, what are they to me anyway? And what are you besides a way to gain information? The only reason I am still here is because you have something of mine." She knew he wouldn't care for any offer she gave for the return of the device. A promise to be better behaved, her word to treat him with respect, swearing to be his best student. What would that help but giving him more of a chance to show off how much position he held? So she lied, claiming being out-casted wouldn't bother her. She held open one of her small hands toward him, looking at him expectantly.
 
Brock could smell the fear that he had instilled into her at a primal level, Brock could make people fear him by using his animal instincts a trait that many of his kind had lost as they tried to be more civil like humans. In the animal world the rabbit or bunny was prey to a number of things so of course when a predator gave off certain intentions they would become afraid, there was no difference in that now he thought as he smelled her fear grow a bit and it aroused him to know that he had such control over her. He could hear that soft voice in the back of his mind telling him that he should have her, he should take her and do whatever he wanted to her because he was stronger than she was. He could see that she was weighing her options while trying to figure out how to counter his proposal and take control once again, but she would never be able to do so because Brock would never settle for being second in command no matter where he was he had to be the one that was in control of the situation as was his human and primal nature.

When she spoke he simply let her rant until she was satisfied with herself and then he grinned as she held out a small hand towards him while looking at him him expectantly. He would give her credit for being able to bluff but that was about all she could do in this situation, he walked to her desk now and leaned over it placing his hands in front of her "if you didn't care about being shunned you wouldn't have put so much work into being the leader of the classroom, if you really didn't care you would have simply ignored me rather than fight me" he explained. His large hand shot up and grasped her chin gently but firmly now as he made her look into his golden eyes now "there is something different I want from you Charlotte, something more primal" he said softly as his thumb brushed over her lips now "there are a great many things that can be experienced if we work together". He gave her a wicked grin "some good some bad the choice depends on you, if you continue to oppose me I'll bury you so far under that every student in this school will act as if you don't exist and when you act out to get attention you'll be expelled perfect grades or not" there was no hesitation in his voice as he said it, he truly meant what he said now it was up to her to make the next move.
 
Charlotte could almost feel the changes going on in Brock, and it fascinated her as she picked up on them. And how her body responded. She pushed her shoulders back and kept her chin up, giving off an aggressive yet alluring aura as her chest was puffed out, pushing out her breasts. Her knees came together as she leaned forward, her curved behind becoming more apparent as he back curved inward. There was no way she could win, she knew that fact, she could feel that in the very roots of her bunny heritage. But she wouldn't give up yet, she wouldn't flee like her ancestors. She looked him dead in the eyes as he grew closer, his hands placed near her forearms, a blue flame still glowing in her eyes.

It was lost once more as his quick movement caught her off guard again, another blush spreading across her cheeks. Her gaze moved to his other hand, trying to watch it so she could see what his next move would be, but their close proximity forced her to look back in his golden eyes. A wash of emotions over came her, fear and desire at the same time, making a jumbled mess of her senses. Her lips parted slightly as he touched them, an unconscious action. And then the anger came back. Her emotions were going to make her insane if this continued, but what was he doing touching her like this? And why didn't she want it to stop? Her once outstretched hand went over his, the one that held her face so secure.

He voice was tight with anger and confusion now, "What do you want from me Brock." It was not a question, a statement that demanded an answer. She knew there was no use speaking this way when he had clearly won, old habits die hard. And the way things were going she would have to change her pattern. With regret she glanced down to his lips, only to return to fear as she imagined the teeth they held.
 
Brock was actually surprised she could be a brave little bunny in such a situation, most of her kind would have been sitting there with a blank expression shivering with fear from him, he liked that she actually had a little backbone to her it would make it all the more fun to break her he thought to himself lustfully. The soft expression of desire was not unnoticed by him as her lips parted under his touch yet she wasn't giving into the desire that she felt for him quite yet he could see the anger and confusion surfacing once again as she demanded to know what he wanted from her. He couldn't help but grin at her playfully "oh my dear I thought I was very clear on what I wanted but perhaps I need to be a little more direct with what I want" he said in a soft but powerful tone as his thumb ran over her lower lip slowly as his other hand moved as well now.

His other hand slipped between her and the desk and almost instantly he slipped it under her skirt, he could feel the heat of her sex through the panties and he grinned at her as he cupped it with his large hand. His thumb running over her nether petals lightly through the thin fabric of her panties "do you understand what I want now?" he asked in a teasingly tone as his thumb continued it's soft rubbing, there were so many things he had planned for Charlotte whether she wanted them or not he would bind her to his will and make them happen.
 
As Charlotte watched the wolf hybrid in front of her she no longer saw him as a teacher. That barrier gone, she was fully aware of his male bravado, and the exciting fear that went along with his natural dominance. She softened as he proposed to explain what he wanted but her eyes intently watched his swift moving hand. She knew what was coming but she still jumped slightly, closing her eyes tightly, trying to pull back her fear. She didn't want to see what those hands were capable of if she pulled away, she had no reason to pull away. Except to pretend her control was still accessible by holding back her desires.

She moved slowly, easily onto the desk, the only thing keeping their bodies apart. She rested on her knees and shins, sitting back so her tail touched the top of the desk. She moved her dainty hands slowly up his arms, to his shoulders, to come to a rest on his upper chest. Her long ears turned toward him, picking up on any threatening sound he might make, her primal fear at being so close and touching a predator screaming. She eased forward, rising up on her knees to come face to face, her tail fluffing out in fright at looking into the face of the wolf hybrid. Charlotte moved to his ear, her whiskers brushing against his cheek fur, one of her hands moving to his opposite cheek.

"So let's say I don't give you what you want, I simply leave, you would make it so I could never come back?" she whispered, her eyes closing slightly even though her heart raced furiously. She was way too close, in a position that wouldn't allow her to escape easily. She was beginning to enjoy the fear.
 
Oh Charlotte was actually a lot braver than he thought now as she sat on the desk now rather than having it between them, she came in close even though her body shivered with fear she came closer even touching him. He could smell her fear but mixed it with it was the slight arousal that was growing inside of her at the thought of the wolf taking her, his ear twitched as she whispered into it and he nodded at her question "you won't have anything or anyone to rely to help you ever again" he growled into her ear. Those strong hands now grasped the bubbly cheeks of her ass through the skirt squeezing them firmly before he began to knead the soft flesh there was nowhere for her to go now that he had his hands upon her, "but if we work together you can stay and experience things you never thought you could before" he whispered to her now as he gave her rear another firm squeeze.

"This is your last chance to accept or decline, there is no rush but in five seconds I'm going to pull away so choose carefully" he said in a teasing tone as he released one hand from her backside now though it was reluctantly. "Five" he said just before pulling his other hand away "four" it was obvious at this point that he was counting down for her, he hoped that the sudden decision making would make her a little more compliant with his demand "three" if she said no it would be a disappointment but he would have fun breaking her in other ways then, "two" her time was almost up just a second longer before she lost her chance for good.
 
Charlotte thought her heart was going to explode before he answered, her hand moving from his face back to his chest. She trembled as he growled, fear and pleasure dancing inside her. She moved her hips as he gripped her ass, supporting herself by her hands against his broad chest. She looked up into his predatory eyes, her breath slightly quicker. She quivered to the tip of her tail as he squeezed her again, biting her bottom lip as she debated her options.

Her eyes widened as he gave her a time limit, "How can I decide that in five seconds?!" But as he began letting go she wrapped her arms around herself tightly. As he continued counting she groaned, tilting her head back and running a hand through her hair. She waited till he got to two before she glared at him, her nostrils flaring in anger.

"Fine. Whatever. I don't want to be alone.." she looked away, letting her decision sink in. The promise of experiencing new things was the only thing she kept in her mind, keeping that as the only positive. She was mad again and would not go about this the easy way. She sat firmly on the desk, moving her legs so they crisscrossed, matching her folded arms. She had lost too much today to just let everything go, if communication with others was all she could salvage then she would take it. She thought back to earlier, how she had challenged Brock, was this result worth it?
 
Brock noted that when he grabbed her ass her hips moved as if she was enjoying the feeling, he suspected that even though she wouldn't admit it to him she liked being wanted by him, she liked being wanted by anyone and everyone. When she finally agree to work with him he gave her a playful smile "I knew you would make the right choice after all my side has so much to offer" he said jokingly as she sat there looking upset, his hand reached forward gently now to lift her chin up so she was looking at him once again. "You will not be disappointed my dear that I can promise you" he said in a sincerely tone before he leaned in closer now, his lips fell upon hers for a soft yet deep passionate kiss, he controlled her yet at the same time it was not a harsh control it was a casual control which showed he wasn't just going to mistreat her like some males would.

His hands now finding their way to her neck gently caressing it as he kissed her, he could have forced her to do anything after she agreed to his terms yet Brock did not want to just take whatever he pleased as that wouldn't make her his no. Gentleness and pleasure would be how he broke her into becoming his and his alone he thought as he broke away from the kiss finally, "Charlotte be a good girl and go lock the door for me and then come over to my desk" he ordered her firmly but with a gentle tone so she would be less defensive. He made his way over to his desk now and leaned against the edge, the students desks were a little small and he wanted to be able to do a multitude of things or at least have the option to do so.
 
Charlotte sneered as he playfully teased her, screwing up her face and moving her head back and forth in a mocking fashion before rolling her eyes and relaxing back onto her hands. She rolled her shoulders before opening her legs and letting them dangle over the edge, a bored expression on her face as she waited for the inevitable. She gasped and blushed furiously as she found his lips on hers, something she never would have expected. Relaxing after eventually getting over her shock she hesitantly kissed back, trying not to enjoy it as much as she would have if she had not been given no choice to submit. A soft moan escaped into the kiss as she didn't have her walls up to keep it locked in once he touched her neck. No, no. He couldn't know about that.

Charlotte was so shocked by the gentleness of Brock that she didn't protest as he asked her to lock the door. 'He was just trying to keep me from leaving, he wanted me to want to stay. Now I'll be nothing more then a tool to him.' she thought, a lump forming in her throat as the sound of the lock echoed throughout the nearly empty classroom. The noise had died down from outside, mostly everyone had gone home. If she had just kept her mouth shut she would be out with her friends by now. She didn't know what would become of this, she only hoped this would be a one time thing. She turned around and made her way back to the desk, keeping her fear and nervousness at bay. She stood in front of him, keeping her hands to her side but letting her gaze travel over him. Until she came to his face, a look of rebellion flickered in her eyes before she looked away, waiting.
 
Oh Brock hadn't known about the erotic weak spot that was her neck until he felt and heard the soft moan she let out in the kiss, he was glad to see his way of being dominant worked with her as she locked the door for him as he asked. As she stopped in front of him he could see how nervous she was even as the flicker of rebellion was in her eyes, she couldn't maintain the gaze though so she opted for looking away and waiting for him to make his next move. "There is no need to be so nervous Charlotte" he said in a reassuring tone before reaching around her to grasp the cheeks of her rear once again and now he pulled her close to him, his muscular form pressed against hers as he kneaded the soft flesh of her ass.

He leaned his head down so he lick at her neck playfully before biting it lightly, there was a controlled dominance to his every move as it was made to arouse her rather than hurt her. He could have just used her like a tool for his pleasure but instead he was attempting to make it so they both got the pleasure that they wanted, "just relax and let your inner animal go Charlotte" he whispered against her neck before he gave it another soft lick "let your sexual instincts go and do what feels natural" he encouraged her before nibbling on her neck to tease her.
 
Charlotte rose up as he gripped her, her tail flickering slightly at the touch. She pressed her chest against his, keeping her rump out and nuzzling against his collar bone. She returned her hands to his broad shoulders, gripping at his shirt as he returned to her neck. She eased her hips against his, biting down on her bottom lip in an attempt to muffle the moans.

She managed to say, "If I let my inner animal go I'd be running away in fear." Her voice was sharp but it was cooled as he continued. Trying to ease her breathing she tipped her head back slightly, crying out in pleasure as she felt his teeth against her neck. She panicked slightly but pressed her hips roughly into Brock's. She pulled her chest back slightly so her hands could move down his torso, stopping at every little muscle to trace out it's curve. Reminding herself that she was not supposed to be happy with this she stopped herself from advancing further, leaving her finger tips twirling in the bottom hem of Brock's shirt.
 
Brock couldn't help but laugh softly as she said that she would be running away in fear if she let her animal instincts go, "that's why I said the sexual instincts my dear like you were just doing with your hips and hands before you let your human side come back into control" he whispered against her neck. "Stop trying to think about things and just enjoy what your body likes" he said in the same encouraging tone as earlier as he pulled her closer still, "I know you like having your neck teased and touched" he bit down on it softly. "Why deny the pleasure that you feel when that happens?" why can't you just revel in the moment of fun and pleasure?" he asked as his hands slipped under the skirt now so she could feel his hot strong hands directly on her ass now, "is it so wrong to like being pleased?" he asked before nibbling on her ear softly now as he lifted her up with his strong hands.

He leaned back so he was sitting on the desk now and he pulled her onto his lap with her legs on either side of him, his eyes looking into hers "I'm not going to hurt you, far from it actually as I want you to be mine and mine alone" he explained calmly. "If I was just going to use you like a five dollar whore wouldn't I have already taken what I wanted since you agreed to my terms?" he asked logically, his arousal evident as it pressed against her now yet he hadn't tried to force himself on her it was like he was waiting for her to want this as much as he wanted it.
 
Charlotte tensed slightly as he laughed, looking up at Brock, waiting for him to bring her down more. But as he continued to be gentle and careful with her she closed her eyes, fighting with herself once more. She didn't want to do as she said, but I guess that was her human side thinking. What would be so wrong with letting someone else be in control? Then, if something bad happened they could take the fall. But also they got to rejoice in the happiness of others. Brock deserved that, for simply not being a Neanderthal. She smiled slightly as he nibbled on her ear, her whiskers twitching happily. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she was picked up, looking around the top of the desk as she adjusted to her new position. She listened to him and for the first time something other than anger or desire flashed in her eyes. She gently pressed her nose against his, an innocent gesture but one that held such deep affection.

Smiling gently her ears fell back against her head, a quick flick moving the hair away from her face. She moved her hands from his shoulders and down to the top of his pants slowly, leaving her fingers there temporarily before sliding her hips forward. She began grinding against him, putting her hands on her thighs to keep balance. Her chin fell forward, her blue eyes closed slightly, a soft moan coming from her lips occasionally. She didn't want to be under his gaze that had only torn into her defenses, making her submissive. At least now she was on top, even if that physically gave her no advantage the psychological motion made her smile.
 
Brock wasn't sure how quickly she would adjust to the idea of being under someone's control but it seemed with the right words and the right touch she was happy to do so he thought as her noticed her whiskers twitching happily. When he felt her nose against his he smiled as he knew that to be a trait of bunny hybrids as a sign of affection, she looked so cute as she flicked her hair from her face and then the cuteness became sexiness as she placed her hands against the top of his pants before she began to grind against him. He shivered at the feeling and his ears twitched each time she moaned softly he let her have control of her grinding as he groped her rear playfully still, "feels good having not to worry about anything doesn't it?" he asked softly before nibbling from her ear down her neck to her collar bone to tease her a bit.

Even now when his arousal was getting harder to control Brock didn't just take control instead his hands left her butt to slip under the front of her skirt now, his claws gently scraping across her inner thighs carefully making sure he didn't hurt her. Luckily they were also retractable thanks to the evolutionary trait given from humans, he drew the claws back until they were no longer there so he wouldn't hurt her if he did lose himself to the pleasurable feelings that were certain to come later. His strong hands now slipping underneath her shirt to trace small shapes into her lower stomach, he traced a small circle around her belly button before his hands proceeded upwards slowly.
 
Charlotte continued to hide her gaze from his, still slightly displeased with the whole thing. But as his teeth moved against her skin once more she couldn't help but curl into the movement. As he moved down she tilted her head back and to the side, a continuous roll until her shoulders were back as well. Regaining herself quickly as he stopped she took out her frustration by grinding against him harder, daring a look up into his eyes before looking at his suit. A noticeable shiver and moan stirred her as she felt his claws, the sudden fear causing her rhythm to falter, pushing herself back as much as his lap allowed possible. Charlotte calmed as he moved to her stomach, righting herself but stopping her grinding. Fear was still coursing through her veins but she set to work on removing some of Brock's suit. She didn't want to look at it anymore, it didn't suit the situation. The tie might be able to stay if anything but the rest of his articles represented authority.

Since her shirt was tight it moved up as his hands moved, the off white fur of her tight stomach in view. Her skirt held tightly to her waist even though the bottom had been crumpled slightly due to their close encounter. Charlotte unbuttoned his jacket slowly, glad to be getting rid of the thing. She wouldn't go so far as taking it off him yet, instead moving her hands to his shirt. It was not tight like her own so when she placed her hands underneath the fabric fell over them like a curtain, hiding his torso. She ran her fingers through the soft fur, moving her hands to his back so she leaned closer into him.
 
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