Professor Dilemma {Niklaus Wirth & Enigma_x}

[Enigma_x]

College was said to be the most exciting time of a girl’s life, parties, finally away from the restrictions of parents, and of course the whole new atmosphere of being an adult. Ava Matthews was certain that college was one of the worst stages in her life so far. After constant plans and saving money to finally finish her education, the young woman had made a terrible, terrible mistake. One of her professors had taken a rather firm stance with her, more so than other students. Of course, Ava was unamused. Reluctantly, she’d accepted a chance to up her grades and attempt to figure out what his problem was. Unfortunately, she’d been discovered by another staff member when she was snooping through her professor’s private notes. They were confidential, therefore, she could have been expelled. Instead, she suffered the will of a rather sadistic older man. This was not how she planned her mid twenties.

There was a clear envy of her classmates. None of them seemed to have to worry about money for their schooling or struggling to fit homework in. They all seemed to be focused on parties and who was sleeping with who. Ava couldn’t really blame them, they’d never seen the world, not really. They lived in a bubble where their parents paid for whatever their hearts desired. Ava did wonder if that had been her downfall. Would it really have been easier if her parents had been supportive of her? Doubtful. It was her own foolish nature that got her into this situation. Every so often she’d receive a text summoning her to a rather isolated office on the college grounds, which she would attend and have to follow through with some lewd acts to keep a professor silent about what he’d seen that day.

How could any self respecting woman continue to be blackmailed? Well, she didn’t feel as if she was on firm footing with her professor, and certainly not enough to confess that she was looking through his personal files for information. The thought of all of her money going to waste when all she needed was one more class, all she needed to do was put up with it for this year. Sure, it was degrading, but she tried not to think about it. In her mind, there wasn’t an option, only survival. Soon enough, she’d be free of college and the dreadful duties she’d been given, then she could spread her wings and finally leave all of the drama behind her. Or at least, that’s what she was planning.

That morning had begun like every other. A reluctant Ava rolling out of bed with as much grace as a premature giraffe learning to walk for the first time. Her professor had given her a good deal of marking to do over the evening, unfortunately, she just hadn’t had time. In the back of her mind, she knew that it would just be another reason for him to think she wasn’t serious about passing the course. With haste, she fumbled into the bathroom to take a swift shower. The blonde tied her curls up into a neat pony tail, causing them to cascade down her back in a light blonde waterfall.

Once she’d dressed, which was in her usual garb of well fitted jeans and a long jumper of some sort, paired with rather comfortable ankle boots and a brown leather jacket. The jumper hid her hourglass figure beneath, yet it managed to display the curve of her hips slightly as it trailed down toward her rear. Ava had only had a few bites of an apple for breakfast as she began to read through the first papers among the pile. Soft oaths left her lips, this was going to take far more time than she’d thought. With a huff, she gathered up her papers and shoved it into a spare shopping bag to take with her. Surely he wouldn’t be in this early, so she could get some work done before he arrived.

The blonde turned up in her battered Toyota truck, which was her father’s before, in a whirlwind of stress. She’d scooped up her handbag as well as the large plastic shopping bag that contained at least a hundred papers. It almost seemed as though she was running as she made her way toward the rather grand building. It was something she had always admired, the old stone work, the beautifully designed stained glass windows. It certainly gave the school an air to it. Before this had all began, Ava had been so excited to study in such a stunning looking place.

Her heels tapped lightly as she hurried toward the office. Soon enough, she’d hurled the mass of papers onto the smaller desk she used and started to unpack them, one by one. The office was rather neutral. The walls were a tone of cream; the furniture was white with a few exceptions. It all looked rather clinical at times, she assumed it was due to the budget, or lack thereof.

Ten minutes later, Ava had finally managed to begin marking. The female sat hunched over the desk with intent as her pen scribbled various notes of encouragement over the most recent paper in her pile when she heard footfalls approaching. Several curses evaded her lips as she eased back into the black leather chair, causing it to groan from the shift of movement. Regardless of his arrival, she tried to finish off the paper swiftly enough. Three. That was all she’d managed. As the old, wooden door creaked open, the female spun around to glance toward her professor. It wasn’t him. A sigh of frustration escaped her lips. It was him. “My professor will be in any moment, you should go.” Her words were firm, yet he remained and even closed the door behind him.

“I want you in my office after you’re done for the day. Make sure you clear your evening schedule.” A frown rippled over her features before she gave a slight nod. “Now, will you leave before he gets here?” The man was as unattractive as they come, to Ava anyway. He was rather overweight, in his mid fifties with a pair of glasses that looked as though they’d survived the war. The mere thought of him made her skin crawl. The worst thing about him? He liked to bite. Usually, it would be no problem. But he had a habit of biting around her neck, leaving traces of red marks on her porcelain skin. It seemed he wasn’t determined on leaving, Ava just hoped her professor would turn up and distract the tyrant from his all too clear desires.
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[Niklaus Wirth]

A sly, uncooperative ray of sun skimmed through the narrow gap between the sheets that concealed the bedroom from the assault of the Sun. Conveniently, this tricky beam fell on his eyes, forcing Niklaus awake. Amid the usual blasphemy that he uttered from being broken from his blissful reverie, Niklaus woke up to the smell of brewing coffee. The machine had an alarm set to it, and it was evident that the seeds were being baked with by the blistering water in the pot. The scent forced the blonde to slide his feet into a sandal of sorts, and mosey towards the kitchen, draping a robe around him.

His hand reached to grip a glass mug that hung upside-down, a nail-like protrude latching onto its handle. Pouring his normal intake of caffeine into the chalice, he added milk. The concoction of this mixture is then brought back into the bedroom, the scent of coffee wafting from the warm veneer of the liquid in the mug. Niklaus drew a sip from the sweltering liquid, carefully blowing onto it to cool it down, just enough not to burn his tongue.

Devouring the source of caffeine, the flaxen-haired male slipped into the shower, gyrating the knob for a deluge of warm water from neatly designed holes on the shower head. As the warmth continued seeping into his skin, he could feel the fatigue and lethargy fade away; it is then when the reminiscence of his class came into his perception. Drying himself, and moving on to ready himself for the day, the male pulled out a couple of attire from the closet, namely a milky-white shirt, a charcoal black pant – one which had patterned white stripes running vertically from waist to toe – and a blazer of pattern similar to that of the pant.

Niklaus donned into the ensemble of clothing he’d have plucked out for the day, and searched for the necessary documents he need to carry in his brown leather bag. Oh, most of the papers that needed grading are with Ava, he reminded himself, and arranged the luggage before moving on towards his garage. The blonde wasn’t much of a car, as much he was a bike-person. A BMW S1000RR revved, and Niklaus set for college, where he lectured at.
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Parking his bike in the lot, the male navigated along the maze-like sidewalk of the campus, avoiding hitting any of the students on the way towards his office. He was 30-years old, unmarried, and with a well-maintained physique, and save for his dressing-sense, he could easily be mistaken as one of the students in the campus. It was surprising just how many people had managed to misjudge him on account of his age, and experience in teaching. However, being a lecturer was something he was passionate about. It was often because of that why he found annoyance in dealing with students who slacked in his subject: Mathematics. The whole world, functioning, moving, flowing, it was all Mathematics; at least that’s what Niklaus believed.

As he managed to abridge the distance between him and his office, chocolate-brown gaze of his befall a colleague exiting from his office. “Mr. Bishop,” acknowledged Niklaus with a terse nod, his countenance depicting a surprise finding him near the territory of his academic abode. "Everything alright?” inquired the male, looking over Mr. Bishop’s shoulder to find Ava inside his office, toiling away with paperwork he had assigned to her. “Were you looking for me, or is it that Ava managed to get in trouble in your class, too?” Sure, he was jumping into conclusions, but from what depiction of the female he had in his mind, he’d not be surprised.

“Oh, it was nothing. I was just checking why your door was open this early in the morning. I almost forgot you had hired an assistant to help you out, Mr. Wirth,” replied Mr. Bishop.

“Ava is a very good student in my vision,” he added, looking back towards her, with a grin on his face which Niklaus couldn’t quite decipher.

With a frown on his visage, he simply nodded, and saw the other male off, sauntering into his office, dropping his bag onto the desk.
“What was all that about?” Niklaus questioned the female.

With Ava spending longer periods of time around him, the young professor had started noticing things about her: the way she paired her hair with fashion, her clothing which often appeared modest, yet carried a significant appeal to them. Yes, they did have quite some years between them, but seeing her through, sometimes Niklaus felt guilty about being rather harsh on her. But then again, whenever she’d speak to him in a disrespectful manner, all the remorse would evaporate, leaving but a scoff in his expression. Although, today appeared different. He was suspicious about the lingering activities of the lurking professor, and he needed to know what the reason was behind the old man’s appearance, if the given reason was untrue.

“You still haven’t finished grading the papers? I gave you an answer key for correcting those papers, too. And this was when you had all evening on your plate. Why aren’t they finished yet? Are you taking this seriously, trying to improve your grades in Mathematics at all?” His point of inquiry quickly diverted toward the mentioned when he noticed the stack of papers laying all over her desk.

 

[Enigma_x]

There was a sense of relief when Ava heard the familiar tone of Professor Wirth; thankfully, nothing could happen while he was standing by. Although, she did wonder if Professor Bishop would only be more demanding later, considering he didn’t get anything when he came looking. A soft sigh escaped her lips, continuing to focus on the papers before her, until she heard the comment concerning her getting in trouble. The female had to bite her tongue, after all, her nature had gotten her into this mess to begin with. The comment that Mr Bishop gave caused her skin to crawl, it was disgusting to think about. Thankfully, he was gone in a few moments and the female visibly relaxed to some degree. Well, aside from knowing that she was going to get a lashing for not having finished the marking yet.

From just looking at her current professor, she did wonder if it had been the other way around, if she’d be far more willing to indulge. As hard as he was on her, there were moments that the energy between them was… Perfect. It was almost as if she enjoyed butting heads with him, sometimes. Not to mention he was handsome, everyone in his class was well aware of that fact. Ava had noticed some dagger like stares from some of the girls who’d wished to be his assistant, and she could only think of one reason why they’d wanted the position. Not to mention he had some air about him, Ava wasn’t sure if it was confidence or just the way he carried himself; it seemed a mix of things. Something about him was alluring, and she was certain she wasn’t the only one who noticed it.

“I don’t know,” The female admitted softly, a true hint of disdain remained behind her hues for a moment as she stared where Mr Bishop had been for a moment. “Maybe he’s bored with nothing better to do than spy on other professors.” Her tone was cold and callous, rather unlike her usual tone. It vividly displayed her disdain for the man, which would have been odd considering he called her a good student, unless of course it was implied as something entirely different. The female took a slow, deep breath. It was clear that she had been affected by the other professor’s visit, but only for a few moments more before she managed to conceal her rage and pain in her gaze and features.

“Of course I’m taking this seriously!” The female hissed softly, standing from where she had been sitting, causing the chair to roll back casually. “I was at work until eleven last night; I came home shattered. I’m not another student of yours that has their parents to pay for everything. I completed all my homework for you. I came in early to finish marking and leave them on your desk.” Her gaze flickered up toward his for a moment. Ava arranged her job around her school timetable. She’d do shifts when she had off days or free hours, if she could. Unfortunately, she still had to do several shifts to keep her job. Which meant nights, early mornings and the plain twelve hour jobs. Thankfully her boss allowed her to select days, or she’d be sunk for sure.

The female immediately dropped back down into the chair, brushing her hands over her head for a moment before easing back into the soft support of the chair. “I’m taking this seriously. I need to pass. I don’t have money to sit another year. I don’t party, I don’t go out. I work, eat, sleep and study. That’s all I do.” There was a hint of tiredness in her tone before she shook her head slightly, returning to her marking. Then she suddenly had an idea, one that she was furious with herself for not thinking before. “Would you mind if I came back here after my classes are done to finish off any other work you need me to do? I can finish these papers in an hour.” Her gaze lingered up toward his, almost desperate for him to accept. “I mean; I can do anything you give me. I want to show you I’m serious.” There was almost a pleading tone in her voice. If she was busy with him, there’s no way Bishop would be able to get to her. “I was supposed to do work later with Mr Bishop for class, but this class counts a lot more. I mean, you’ll be here won’t you? Please?” It was rather uncharacteristic for her to ask in such a way, or to ramble so much. Clearly something was amiss.

As her pen dropped down onto the floor, the female bent down to retrieve it. Her jumper hung slightly, due to the extra material. The sight of her flesh beneath the garment was mostly porcelain white, aside from the painful looking bruises trailing along her lower collarbone toward her breasts. They were a dark tone of purple, indicating quite some force of pressure. Once she’d retrieved her pen she swiftly continued marking, unaware of the view she’d given.
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[Niklaus Wirth]

It was a constant fight with confusing, disarrayed thoughts for Niklaus, as he rolled his shoulders, unbuttoning the suit, trying to escape the sleeves, and draping it around the fringe of the seat’s upholstery. The blonde-male was bemused with Ava’s reaction. Was it right for someone to react, or weave words of derision against someone who had just complimented her about doing great? Niklaus rightfully frowned, and walked towards Ava’s desk, undoing the cuff-links on either hands, and pleating the same.

“Is that any way to speak to about your professor?!” Niklaus scoffed in rebuke, shaking his head with censure of her manner. He had closed the distance between himself and his assistant, a finger looped on the underside of her chin to raise her face upward from her seated posture, and face him while he spoke. “Have you lost all your manners, Ava? Do you want me to call him back, and let him know about your thoughts? I’m sure he’ll be amused, but more is displeasure, given how highly he spoke of you just then.”

Although, truth to be told, Niklaus’ perplexity about the subject increased manifold when he recollected a fact. Mr. Bishop was indeed aware, very aware that he had hired an assistant, and it wasn’t something he’d forget given he walked by his office every day, and looked inside, acknowledging him and beaming a smile towards the girl. Why would he give an odd excuse about being forgetful? Admittedly, he didn’t know much about the professor, and the generation gap certainly didn’t help, but he had known of his reputation, and for such a highly spoken of lecturer lying didn’t seem right at all.

Niklaus’ finger released Ava’s chin, sauntering back towards his seat as he heard her explanation, ignoring the fact that she rose up from her seat, seemingly agitated after he raised a concern regarding the work she had done; more like, the work she didn’t do. She had always been the spontaneous kind, and he conveniently chose to ignore her reaction, something he had gotten rather used to. But, Ava’s words carried an odd waft of melancholy.

“Alright, I understand you’re working at places, unlike the other students, but if you are really this busy, why accept this job? Do you think if you try to sweeten upto me, I’d somehow increase of your grades, regardless of your performance in tests?” Niklaus was blunt about his thoughts, for he was someone who never liked to sugar-coat it.

The succeeding deluge of pleads, a desperate sounding voice crawling in a begging-like fashion into his ears, sourcing from this girl in front was something he hadn’t expected, not from the way she had been around him since the time he had come to know her. Why did she sound so desperate about coming back? Could it be really that she wanted to prove how serious she was with her studies now? Or did it have something in relation to the confusion that had aroused from Mr. Bishop’s untimely visit, and masked lies? But, if that were the case, how would him and Ava been connected? Niklaus was bewildered with the request, almost benevolently looking at the female, meeting her gaze.

“Well, it does look like you have a genuine reason for not being able to finish these,” spoke the professor, pointing his gaze at the papers and then back at her. “You can come back after classes. I’ll be here, too. Have a thesis to review.” Walking behind the desk, he picked up some of the necessities for the class he was scheduled to attend: preparatory notes, photo-copies of the topic, markers, laser-pointers.
The mention of her working with Mr. Bishop simply added a pile onto the suspicious nature of his belief. “I wasn’t aware you were also working with Mr. Bishop?” It was more of a question, than a simple verbal communication. “In any case, I’d like for you to finish grading the papers today. The results of the test were supposed to be declared today, but I suppose it can’t be helped,” he concluded, his gaze lingered towards the pen that slipped from the female’s clutches, forcing her to bend forward to pick it up. Reflexively, he tried turning his gaze away from the kind of exposure the looseness of her jumper aided, but he simply couldn’t. Partially because he had grown to like the lass, but mostly because of the unmistakable patterns of mauve on his otherwise unblemished skin.

Niklaus’ eyebrows met each other in inquisitiveness, but he was late for class, and had to depart. Making a mental note of the same, he moved towards the exit of his office. “I’m leaving for a class I have to take, but I expect you to be here after you finish all your classes for the day, yes?” He wound up the brief meeting between the pair with a rhetoric utterance, moseying his way along the hallway, trying his best not to think about the unanswered queries in his head, and focus on the class. He’d comeback to find out about all the piece of the puzzle eventually.

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The gong vibrated incessantly against the curved metal plate, a resounding alarm-like tone echoed across the building marking the end of the period; his last. Being a professor of mathematics wasn’t easy. Not that it was the subject that bothered him, but it was the students, and their lack of interest in the same. There were some brilliant lads and lassies in the herd, but mostly, the crowd was disappointing. Ava, he thought, was a brilliant one; perhaps, one of the reasons why he found himself for vexed with her so often was because of her nonchalance towards the subject sometimes – how conveniently she ignored her own talent for the same, and chose to just make through the ordeal instead. He only wanted her to do better.

Walking back towards his office, he wondered if she’d be there; If not, whether or not she’d come around. She did appear desperate earlier, but it’d be only a matter of time before he found out whether or not she was serious, and the truth behind the unfolding of the morning – the scars of her body that her clothing veiled from the worldly gaze.

 

[Enigma_x]

Ava had been completely stunned by the way her professor had gripped her chin, coaxing her gaze toward his. She’d never had a professor who’d been so willing to put hands on her, of course, besides Mr Bishop. The touch caused a mix of emotions, one to suddenly strike out and others that made her wonder what it’d be like if he had leaned forward, just a bit. His words almost fell on deaf ears, but at the moment he mentioned calling back Mr Bishop, Ava had expressed her discontent at the mere idea of having him around her. As he’d released her, the female remained sat as she watched him walk around to his desk. He was handsome, young by lecturer standards. Ava was in her mid twenties, she doubted he was more than ten years older than her, maybe a little if it was the case.

Her thoughts of him were soon interrupted as he questioned her intentions for the job. His accusation hit a sore point for her. Of course she wasn’t. There were several reasons, one of which was avoiding Mr Bishop at all costs, besides, she wanted to do well in this class. Ava had several firm retorts but she ignored the blatant snipes she could deliver and simply returned to her marking without saying a word. “Thank you,” Was all she could muster when he agreed for her to come back and do the work after classes. It was only when he asked about Mr Bishop that she realised she hadn’t formed a strong basis for her lie. “Well… I… sometimes I do some filing for him. A few things here and there.” Once again, her tone was rather solemn.

Ava was flicking through several papers when he announced he was leaving. The thought of him going was… disconcerting. Unsettling. Not because he was her protector, but because she knew with another member of staff there she was safe. Of course, there was a hint of affection toward him, no doubt if he knew then he’d be all for stopping it. The only thing that prevented her from telling him was how he’d see her; simply manipulated into doing lewd acts to an old, unattractive man for his silence. No doubt he’d move for her to be removed from the school. Mr Wirth wasn’t known for being soft, not in any sense. So why would he take mercy on her? Not to mention it’d be her word against a well known and well respected lecturer.

The next few classes were dragging. There was a horrible knot in Ava’s stomach regarding the moment the last bell rung. No doubt Mr Bishop would be texting her in a flurry, so she decided it’d be best if she confronted him. Despite having put up with the blackmail, she was at breaking point. After all, who would be able to continue it? It was too much. All she had to do was tell him that she was working with Mr Wirth, so she couldn’t do as he’d asked. As the day pressed on, her plans to confront him turned into her giving him a quick text. As she’d expected, an array of threats soon came through. The female gave a soft sigh as she chose to ignore the incoming messages to focus on her classes.

As the last bell rang, she collected her bag and folders, hurrying out of the class with a mass of students, hoping to get lost in the crowd. Despite the situation, she still felt… rather happy to be spending the late afternoon with Mr Wirth, he was a far better option than Bishop. Not to mention he wasn’t painful to look at. As she was making her way down toward his office, she noticed Mr Bishop coming toward her. A flurry of curses slipped her lips as he blocked her way forward, seemingly waiting for other students to clear out of the hall before gripping her upper arm and hurling her toward an empty classroom. “This was not our deal,” He snapped coldly, his gaze was full of malice. It was a look she’d seen one too many times. “I have to pass my classes! Mr Wirth asked me to come back after school hours to finish work I was unable to do.” It was clear that her words didn’t get through to him.

A sharp, sting of pain rippled through her right cheek. That, she hadn’t expected. The female gazed toward the red faced man as he leaned in toward her. “You’re nothing more than a cheap whore. If you’re thinking about cutting our deal, you should know I’ve been recording every single thing you’ve been doing on your knees. You leave this deal; I’ll share it with the whole school.” As if giving her time to deal with the full situation, he stalked off toward his classroom. Ava simply stood motionless, frozen almost. He could be lying, but she doubted it. He was a smart man; he knew how to get what he wanted.

After five minutes, she finally began to move. The red tint on her cheek was ever so slightly visible, not that she was thinking about that issue. Now she was concerned with a whole range of issues he could cause. Pornographic videos of her on the internet, now that could give her a lifetime of problems. This was getting far too serious, shouldn’t she have called the police? Her mind reeled with possibilities as she made her way toward Wirth’s office. It seemed she was already twenty minutes late. How had the time passed? Slowly, she edged her way into the office, the door slightly creaking upon her entrance.

“I’m sorry I’m late... I… ran into another professor who wanted to get some homework I forgot to hand in.” It wasn’t a full lie, but it still clearly wasn’t the whole truth. Her skin was usually pale and rather porcelain, except her right cheek. The mark still remained. Swiftly, she pushed that aside and settled at the desk opposite his own, gathering up the last paper she was working on before whipping out her trusty red pen to begin marking. Her whole attitude was different to this morning, she was meek and almost hesitant to speak. Something had clearly affected her enough to cause her to revert to a rather submissive state.

Finally, she managed to work up the courage to ask what she’d been considering for some time. “Professor, I’ve found two students who share the exact same answers and most of the working.” The female rose from her seat and made her way toward the taller male, placing the paper down on his desk. Slowly, she bent slightly to lean ever so gently against the desk as she flicked to various pages. “They’ve clearly copied, the working out is almost identical, even the errors.” Her gaze swept up toward him, her shirt somewhat hanging open. She certainly didn’t realise it; the thought wasn’t even in her mind. No doubt it was revealing the white lace cupping her bruised, ample breasts. The bruises weren’t just limited to one area, if he looked down far enough, he’d see a fair mount of markings over her chest.

“I assume this means they have to come see you?” The female rose, glancing at the papers for a moment as she rested her hands on her curvaceous form. She should have known the protocol, but her mind was failing to function. All she could imagine was how her life was so close to falling apart. It was clear as her hues glazed over a slightly watery appearance as she glanced away from her professor. “I’m sorry, I’ll sort it out. I’ll check the handbook,” She murmured, gathering up the papers and making her way back to the desk. There were so many emotions welling up inside of her. Anger, fear, sadness. It was hard to keep check on all of them.

As she sat back at her desk the female couldn’t help the tears rolling down her cheeks, warming her face as she stared toward the work before her. Another text beeped from her phone. Almost immediately she checked it, seeing an image pop up in an email. “Son of a bitch,” The female snapped viciously, hurling her phone across the room as she pulsed with rage. The image was exactly what she feared. Bishop making sure that she knew he was serious. It was an image of her on her knees, lips around his dick. The mere glimpse of it made her want to vomit. “I can’t do this anymore,” The female huffed, immediately grabbing her bag and beginning to pack her things. How could she fight him? She could get evidence on him, but when would it end?​

 

[Niklaus Wirth]

After a painfully anticipatory walk along the hallways, addressing a few bid-adieu nods of students, Niklaus reached the entryway of his office. Locked. He heaved a sigh, and rummaged through the pockets of his pants to fish out the key. Once he had succeeded discovering the uniquely carved metal, he proceeded to unlock, and push the door ajar. Dropping his bags, and other belongings onto the couch, the male ambled around the interiors, maneuvering along the assortment of plain furniture in there. He’d let his hands trace along the surface of his assistant’s – Ava’s – table, trying to source the reason of her distress. He didn’t hate her; if anything, he found himself responsible for her.

Nothing. He didn’t find any indication, or documented scribbling, anything at all that’d point him in the right direction. A forlorn sigh escaped through the narrow gap between the male’s lips, moseying back to his chair whose shoulders he had adorned with his suit. Taking a seat, he goes on about to investigate the thesis he had mentioned he’d be reviewing.

Not a few minutes later, his attention is averted towards the door. Niklaus fought the virtuous grin of glee that threatened to appear on his face no sooner did he come to see her. “You’re late,” managed Niklaus instead of showing his appreciation of her presence; he had to act how he had always been in front of her. Except now, it was becoming increasingly difficult. He heard her response, her reasoning to back her delay. “Some vague professor you aren’t taking a name of. Sounds like a good reason to be late, indeed.” He sensed a lie, and made sure she was aware with that sardonic tone of his response. At this point, with the female’s hasty movements in and around the office, he had failed to notice any signs of abuse on his visage, and reverted back reviewing the thesis, although keep a watch at her through the corner of his peripheral vision.

Noticing her walk up towards his desk, he closed the booklet, and cleared a space for her to lean against, and elaborate her concern. Looking at the displayed papers, he does indeed notice stark similarities, but furrowed his brows looking up towards the female, as if trying to contemplate why she came forward to ask; an assistant always did know these little things, and it wasn’t something one would come up to him to ask. What she needed to do was painfully obvious, but yet she still came to him? Was there some ulterior motive to her actions – desperation, attention-seeking, and carrying an air of glum?

His gaze traveled from the papers, and then upwards in pursuit of her eyes, but in doing so, he’d not fail to notice the blatant gap between her neck-line and the hem of the jumper revealing quite a great deal of her undergarments. He hadn’t looked at any of the students this way just as he was doing right now, and he felt it was wrong, yet he felt comfort in such a sin. He gulped, but soon his eyes began to notice the patches of coloration that weren’t her skin’s produce. They were all over her body; at least the parts he could see. Just as he looked further up in surprise, he discerned the print of scarlet on one side of her cheek; unmistakably, it was hand print, and clearly that wasn’t there that morning. Even he could put two and two together, and conclude this happened moments before she came into the office, for shades and prints like those tend to fade with time, and this mark appeared fresh. Was it the result of her meeting with the professor she made an excuse of for arriving late?

“Ava…” He murmured, but before he could intone in a more audible fashion, she had made her way back to her desk.

Niklaus rose from his seat, his senses were alarming him of something inapt that was going on. The matters appeared more, and more pressing; the turn of events through the day, albeit only pieces of the whole story that seemed to be in play, was truly incomprehensible. He could hear the chime of her phone, follow Ava’s gaze when they befall on her device’s screen. Athletic agility forced a reflex out of him, causing him to dodge the projectile of a phone that was hurled across the room. Perplexed, dazed, baffled at her reaction of the notification, Niklaus grimaced.
“What the fuck!” blurted the professor, unsure of what in the world was spiraling behind his back. He appeared more concerned than shocked at this point, noticing the tears betraying their master, and embarking on the red-tinted skin of her cheek. Niklaus moved closer towards Ava, standing right by her should she seek any support from his side for whatever that was disturbing her.

“What happened? Why are you crying?” He inquired, a hand reaching forward, tip of his digits gently wiping the stray droplets on her visage. “Are you okay? Tell me what’s wrong,” spoke the blonde, trying to untangle the mesh of unknown variables that kept appearing in front of him, his hands then looping around Ava’s head, inclining her face to meet his glance. “I’m going to do everything I can to help you out, Ava, but you have to trust me, and tell me what’s wrong.”

His offering was uncharacteristic of him. Only moments earlier, he was fighting to keep his emotions at bay, trying to act the stern professor he was known to the lass, but her outburst, and out-pour of emotions seemed to her broken through that wall, and his commiserative nature, his true nature, was brought forth. Something told him this had something to do with Mr. Bishop, but he needed a confirmation of his skepticism, and only her words would put that stamp of authenticity on it. Niklaus gently caressed the side of her cheek that had the mark of abuse, trying to soothe and comfort her troubled, and – as he was sure – a slapdash of sentiments.

 

[Enigma_x]

Ava was a whirlwind of emotions. Nothing seemed to be going right for her that day, and it was all pushing her to the brink. She was furious with herself for letting it get this far, it should never have even begun. A woman like her didn’t give into such blackmail, no, she took her lashes. This was beyond what she’d suffered in her home life, and that was saying a lot. The female blatantly ignored the way he called her, she simply focused on her task at hand, or at least tried to. Clearly, she was unable to do so as tears began to break free. They weren’t only sadness, but rage and humiliation. The only thing that brought her attention was the way Mr Wirth yelled as her phone hurled across the room. It seemed that he may well have been in its path.

As she’d been filling her bag, she noticed the way he drew closer to her, but it didn’t seem to phase her. It was only when she felt the brush of his fingers against her cheek did she actually take note of her professor. She didn’t know what to say, she couldn’t say it to him. As the warmth of his touch spread over her head the female offered a rather hopeless pout of her lips as her gaze met his. “You can’t help me; it’s just too fucked up now.” The female uttered coldly, clearly she was at the end of her rope. It took a few moments for her to register what he was doing, and what he was offering. It was strange of him, yet she couldn’t help but feel the offer was genuine. What if she told him? What was the worst that could happen? Ava was already planning to pack up and go back home, surely nothing could change that.

A slow, deep sigh escaped her lips as she leaned her head into his touch, her dark lashes drifted down for a moment before rising, exposing more of the tinges of red that had snuck up along the whites of her eyes. “I broke a rule, a school rule.” The blonde shook her head slightly, causing the curls to cascade around her shoulders with a gentle, graceful movement. “Someone caught me.” Her chin cocked upward slightly as rage began to cross her features, displayed by the tension in her feminine jaw. “Someone saw me. Ever since then, they’ve been blackmailing me to…” Another tear began to trickle down her cheeks as she glanced away from him for a moment. “Do things to him.”

It was the most mortifying moment of her entire life. What would he think of her? The same as Bishop? That she was a cheap whore so easily manipulated into sexual acts? “I have been trying to find a way out for months. Today I learned that he’s been recording me this whole time. He just sent me an image that he’s going to send everyone around the school if I don’t continue.” Her gaze finally met Wirth’s, fear clearly displayed by her rather nervous gaze. “I looked through private files. I would be expelled if someone found out. I can’t risk having to pay another year, I’ll lose everything I’ve worked for.” It wasn’t like Ava to give up, but the severity of the situation was becoming far too difficult for her to handle.

“I don’t know how you can help me, Mr Wirth, as far as I’m concerned, I let this shit happen.” With that, she began to slide from his grasp, attempting to go recover her phone. Thankfully, the screen was cracked, so much so that the device seemed to be failing with her attempts to bring it to life. With ease, she discarded it into the trash can before making her way back toward her professor. Despite the horrible situation, she was somewhat thankful that finally she was able to express what had been going on for so long. “I can’t believe I even…” The female visibly shuddered, sickened by her own actions. “That’s also why I can’t get any work done. He texts me all night, during classes. It’s constant.” The female shook her head slightly in dismay. Ava didn’t believe there was any way out, it was the only reason she was finally backing down.

Ava had noticed how tender he had been toward her, offering to help and trying to console her. It was more than she’d expected. She’d felt that most people would assume it was just for attention, that she would be making a fuss out of nothing. It wasn’t the case. Ava had kept her façade flawless for months now. The female began to lean into his form, her face pressing against his chest as she placed her hands against his arms for support. She had no idea why, maybe because his physical form was able to provide her with the comfort she needed. “The files I looked into… They were yours. When I took the job, you’d been riding me hard, more so than the others. I thought that if I could figure out why… Then I could make you like me. The goal was so that you wouldn’t fail me.” The female sighed softly, her warm breath snaking along the shirt that concealed his chest. It felt good to finally express all of the secrets she’d been hiding.

Of course, she hadn’t told him who was doing it, but she guessed he’d have picked up on it. “That’s why I was so desperate this morning… He was checking in on me. I waned to just have one night without…” her jaw tensed slightly, her form pressing into his further, as if trying to bury her emotions. “He didn’t like it when I told him I had work to do.” She muttered, in reference to her face. “Any time I said something he didn’t like, he made sure I knew it wasn’t my place.” The female took a moment before she broke away from him, her gaze finally reaching his. “I’m sorry, for dragging you into this. I’m going to resolve it right now. I don’t need to get anyone else into trouble, I’ve done enough damage.” The female uttered softly, her gaze immediately dropping from his as she began to gather up her bag, slipping it over her shoulder.
​

 

[Niklaus Wirth]

In anticipation of the horror that shall remain concealed until the female spoke, Niklaus tried to prepare himself, his digits absentmindedly continued caressing the female’s cheek as a reaction of his sympathetic thoughts. Her refusal to take on his help, the arm he had extended towards her took him aback, more so because she thought less of him, and him abilities to grant aid. “Come on now,” spoke the professor, trying to imply his refusal to accept that fact she didn’t require his help or that he couldn’t do anything about it. He was willing to give it a try, regardless of how complicated the situation might just be.
Niklaus hunched down, supporting the bulk of his form on his feet, just to bring himself to her level, trying to pick on the bag she so abashedly stuff her belongings into, and place it on her desk, gyrating her chair to the side to face her with his bent posture.

“Tell me. Tell me everything,” demanded the professor, his eyes trying to remain assertive, and imposing the seriousness of his offer to succor in whatever she needed get done.

As she begun exposing the nature of her sorrow and ire, the cerulean optics of his widened at the revelation that almost flung his jaw wide open. “Blackmail…” he repeated, and paused trying to soak in the information. Who could possibly try to do such a thing, not to mention a crime that seemed to have been occurring right under his nose, and he could never sniff it out. Niklaus’ hands, resting on his thighs, clenched at the mere thought of it; a certain subconscious of his found himself guilty of not being able to pick it up sooner.

“It’s that far gone, huh?” Niklaus, with nothing much to add to the initial reveal, mused over the situation, still trying to wrap his head around it. “Recording? What the fuck did you get yourself into, Ava?!”

It did appear more than something the professor could chew upon, the shock of it causing him to rise up on his feet; he felt like he had lost all the circulation of blood within his body. Dazed, and stupefied at the backstory, everything began to add up; why she’d seem like she was slacking, and not paying attention, or why she was lousy with the work he had assigned her. He felt apologetic, his gaze following the girl’s movements around to the side of the room in order to recover the device formerly discarded.

He tried to bask in her words, comprehend the circumstance and the consequence of what she had shoved herself into. No, of course he had no idea what do about, nor could he think of anything better to say in order to compensate her for the suffering life seemed to have been incessantly throwing at her. His arms accepted the girl in his arms no sooner did she lean herself against him.

“My files?” repeated the male after her, the grip of his arms slightly loosened; the utter disbelief of a continuous inundation of information appeared to be the cause. His hands moved out from her back, and gripped her by her shoulders, pulling her slightly away from his form subsequent to her admission to guilt. “I always liked you Ava. Yes, maybe I was a bit too hard on you, but it was because of the fact that I saw and expected highly of you, and just couldn’t swallow the fact that you were being so nonchalant in my classes, in a subject which I believed you could otherwise ace, seeing and marking a couple of you answers.” He confided in her, adding further. “If you had confronted me, perhaps I might just melted rather easily.” He spoke with a chaste countenance, genuine and true to his beliefs about her.

It is only a minute after she sallied away from the embrace that he connected the dots together, recalling the happenings of earlier in the day. Could it be him – Mr. Bishop? “Mr. Bishop?!” Niklaus voiced, “Fucking Mr. Bishop?!” The male couldn’t believe in it. But, wasn’t he the perfect mentor, and someone other lecturers looked up to? Even if he didn’t want to believe it, the proof was literally standing right in front, and the consequences of his actions apparent all over the innocent’s body. His actions were already deemed suspicious by him earlier, and the older professor’s lies only seemed to make much more sense now. Niklaus was about to dander, his fists balled and clenched fiercely. He could stay silent no longer, for the images of Ava’s abuse and molestation in the hands Mr. Bishop kept flashing before his eyes. He shuddered, closing his eyes shut; every instinct of his tried to revolt against the calm he was always used to.

“Stop!” demanded Niklaus, calling out to stop Ava from exiting the office. “You’ll not go to him. Not with me around!” The words came out as if he were barking his anger, rows of teeth grinding against each other as he stormed forth, grabbing Ava by her wrist, and taking off towards the older male’s office; he was sure he’d be there. A professor grabbing hold of a student like that might just be construed as an act of inappropriate nature in front of the students and a handful of other lecturers that occupied the hallway then. But did he care? No! Niklaus’ heart pumped fury into his brain; every inch of his body coaxed the emotion in utter disgust of Mr. Bishop – a perfectly honed figure ruined.

A vein at the fringe of Niklaus’ forehead pulsed just as he barged into Mr. Bishop’s office, releasing his hold of Ava’s petite wrist once he was there. He locked the door behind him, and before uttering any word, he charged toward his senior, a fist shooting up, and landing sharp on his face, a loud thwack of his knuckles hitting the bone of his cheek, with a force enough to break his jaw.

“W—Wh—at! What’s the meaning of this?!” Mr. Bishop managed to utter in response, stumped by the hit that his face took, almost altering the shape of it. But, did Niklaus reply to that? Did he stop after that one hit? No, the same was repeated with his left fist; another jaw-rupturing hit on the other side of the male’s cheek. A streak of blood now poured from the edges of Mr. Bishop’s mouth, his lips cut not from the hit, but from the inadvertent gnawing of his own teeth on it, adding to the stream of the scarlet liquid.

“How dare you!” He snarled, another one of his punches landing right between his chest and his belly, with surgical precision. Mr. Bishop, in distress, coughed up blood onto his own desk. Niklaus’ rage, even after managing to land three bone-breaking hits, didn’t abate. But this time, he considered Ava’s emotions, and prioritized retrieving the contents of blackmail. He frantically shoved Mr. Bishop against the room’s wall, and began rummaging through his pockets for his phone; finally managing to find the device, he pulled it out. “Password!” He spat, and Mr. Bishop was in no position to deny.

“4.e.v.e.r.6.9.” recited the older male letter by letter. Niklaus shook his head, walloping the guy’s stomach with a punch, repugnance bleeding from his countenance.

“You are such a bastard, Mr. Bishop.” He spluttered, but correcting himself with proper address. “Oh, I’m sorry. Just Bishop. Piece of shit.” He spoke, and unlocked the device, moving straight to the gallery, and browsing through the contents of it.

He walked back toward Ava, leaving behind a face sloshed in blood. He offered her to see the contents of it, grimacing visibly at the pictures himself; he didn’t want to see any further, but he had to make sure there were no traces of that left. And such, he selects the entire gallery of lewd illustrations, and deleted them in front of the girl. He then dropped the device onto the floor, and smashed it under the thick, hard sole of his shoes.

Looking back at the male who crawled on the floor in pain, he asked one last thing. “If you have any more copies that I happen to find later you have been hiding, I swear I’ll kill you, and I’m hoping you’d formally resign from your post today. If I make a spectacle out of this, I’d only do harm to Ava’s image, and that’s what I’m more concerned about!”

His last thoughts were spurted; Bishop simply nodded, and kept his silence – he was overpowered, and as expected an ally of visible of proof of mortality.
He took hold of Ava, this time her hand, and pulled himself and her out of the professor’s office, and traveled back to his own. He didn’t know what she would think about him; he had never been a violent person before, at least not when exchanging fists with someone was concerned, but something about her in distress, and discovering the suffering from the heinous act being forced upon her, he broke and acted upon his own. Reaching his office, he sealed them inside, trying to formulate a moment’s peace.

“I’m sorry about all you’ve gone through.” He ceased, and simply looked at her from afar; his knuckles were bruised, skin around it jagged, and blood being drawn from underneath the battered skin as if a shade of deep scarlet was left upon the canvas by a thin-tipped brush.

 

[Enigma_x]

Ava wasn’t the type of woman to even want to ask for help. But there she was, expressing all of the pain and concerns to her professor. In all of her time with him, she’d never expected the reaction that began to come from within him. It was rage, pure rage. He’d always been so controlled, so precise. Yet, she could feel something simmering inside of him, just as it was her. “Your files,” she confirmed softly, a hint of shame crossing her features for a moment. Hearing his confession that he’d only been trying to get her to do better, well, it made her feel incredibly stupid for being so overly interested in what his problem was. Ava just couldn’t seem to leave something alone once she hooked onto it. That’s what got her into this situation. It was a relief for her to think that he didn’t seem to think any less of her.

The young woman sighed softly when her professor discovered exactly who had been behind it. “Yes.” She confirmed, the mere thought of the older professor still made her want to try and cover up exactly what she’d done. The thought was horrid. Just like that, it seemed her professor’s rage spilled out. No doubt it was a shock, Bishop was revered in his profession for his research and his teaching skills. Before Ava could leave, the voice that filled the room halted her movements immediately. The blonde didn’t even have time to argue that she wasn’t intending to go to him, she was going to report the situation, before she felt a vice like grip around her wrist. It was the second time he’d touched her. Despite the tight grip, she didn’t feel threatened, not like when Bishop touched her.

“Professor,” she uttered as he dragged her toward Bishop’s office, “What are you---,” the moment they entered the office, she noticed the way he locked the door and made certain the small curtain was drawn. It was then that she knew exactly what he was doing. The female stood in shock, her arms folding underneath her chest, almost cradling herself as she watched the vicious assault of her younger professor. As much as she knew she should’ve disliked his actions, she couldn’t help but feel… Justified. The old man was getting what he deserved, until a point. Ava hadn’t even considered a violent approach, mainly because she wouldn’t have been able to take on the professor, but Wirth? He clearly was able.

As Wirth continued to beat the already bloodied man the female began to feel uneasy, it was going too far. “That’s enough, stop,” She commanded in a rather firm tone. It was about this time that he found the phone, which gave another sense of relief. Just from the sounds that had echoed from the attack, Ava was certain bones were broken, not that she could bring herself to be sympathetic. However, it didn’t mean that her opinion of Mr Wirth hadn’t changed; it had. He was far more… vicious than she’d thought. Sure, it was a difficult situation, but he unleashed a rage she’d never quite seen before. As he approached her, the female took the phone and fought back a gag as noted he’d removed every image before destroying the phone.

What Ava didn’t expect was his comment after, or the fact that it sounded like a truthful promise. After what she’d just seen, the woman was certain he was capable of something so lethal. The moment his warm hand clasped in hers, the female hurriedly followed him, her heels tapping lightly as she rushed to keep up with him. They were silent on their walk back to his office. Ava was still in shock of what had just happened. If Bishop was scared enough, which seemed plausible, Wirth had just ended her months of abuse within ten minutes. How foolish was she to not consider telling someone before?

As they reached his office, a sense of relief washed over her. Although, she was somewhat concerned about Wirth. He’d just committed a crime, grievous bodily harm, no doubt. Well, hopefully Bishop would be too afraid to talk. The moment she heard his voice, the female dropped her bag beside her desk and made her way toward him. A soft smile graced her lips, and a strange sense of awe glistened in her hues. The way she looked at him now was not the same way she’d looked upon him before. “I shouldn’t have been so concerned with what you thought.” She admitted softly, her hands brushed underneath his, raising them to observe the damage he’d obtained. It was fairly bad, it only gave her a glimpse of how badly Bishop was wounded.

“Sit,” she ordered in a rather firm tone before she made her way toward the fixed first aid kit on the wall. Most offices had them in case of emergency. Once she’d gathered a few of the essentials the female nodded for him to sit in his chair. She laid out the supplies before hopping up onto his desk, purposely wrapping one foot around the arm rest to pull the chair toward her. “Put your hands on my knees.” She ordered plainly, not willing to accept anything other than his compliance. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I should have reported it the moment it happened. I foolishly thought I could deal with it on my own.” A tired sigh escaped her lips before she turned to the matter at hand.

Slowly, she took a cotton pad and began to dab it with some disinfectant. “You know, one of the reasons I took the job as your assistant was to piss off a lot of girls in class.” The female attempted to give him something else to think about as she tenderly began to clean the wounds on his knuckles. The fingers of her free hand slipped under one of his, raising his knuckles enough for her to clean them thoroughly. “Jessica kept telling people how she’d wear short skirts, bend over and come out with a professor as a lover. It was rather lewd, and amusing.” The blonde chuckled softly as she told the story, finally finishing up the cleaning. Once she’d dried the wounds, she applied a soothing gel, her fingers caressing along the wounds gently, enough for the gel to work its way in and hopefully numb the pain he felt. “Thank you, for you know… Beating him to a pulp for me.”

Finally, she finished off his knuckles with a few bandages that she wrapped around his hands almost like a boxer would before equipping gloves. “Keep these on for a while,” The female patted his hands softly before gazing toward her professor for the first time since she’d settled on his desk. “I still can’t believe you fixed months of this… shit, just like that.” There was a sense of awe in her tone before she swiftly glanced away. “I suppose I should get back to marking. After all, it’s due tomorrow.” A rather playful smile graced her lips for a moment. There was no way she wanted to leave his office, not for a while. She wasn’t even sure she wanted to go home. The fear of the situation possibly returning was something she couldn’t free from her mind.
​

 

[Niklaus Wirth]

Niklaus stood at one corner of the room, back pressed against the wall, arms crossed in front of his chest, defensively for no particular reason. His hands clutching either underneath the fold against his diaphragm in attempt to lull the pain that began to register now that the flow of adrenaline within him had stopped, and he had more time to contemplate and look back at his actions. He regretted none of that, but his head still hung low in front of Ava – his student. He didn’t want to admit it earlier, but the outburst of raging emotions could easily to be translated into his affection for the female, and how much he felt responsible for her, but even with that, how he fancied her from within. He wouldn’t show earlier, but was attracted to her; hadn’t he grown attached and accustomed to seeing her around, the thought of her leaving the campus because of such an odious act by a perverted old-man wouldn’t have brought that kind of response out of him.

Peripheral perception made note of the approach, and began half-expecting a slap on his cheek; for any one of the feminine kind, such show of violence in front of them, especially when they themselves have had gone with abuse at the hands of similar actions could be a trigger. Thus, he was only right to fear that worst, but her words that accompany the cessation of the distance of induced silence between them. He just listened to her, nodding mutely, without showing any signs of resistance to her aiding his hand in hers, observing the bruises on his knuckles.

Niklaus’ brow up-heaved, but regardless, he didn’t have much of a reasoning to offer should he disobey her instructions, and as such, he positioned himself on his seat; only to observe an assortment of first aid appliances laid in front of him, accompanied by the perching of the female’s rear on his desk. The professor half-smiled, placing his palms flat on her jeans clad knees, looking up into her glistening optics, bemused at the affectionate nature of her actions, and how quickly she got over what had just happened, and more or less what he had committed right before her. He could reason that he did it for her, but even so, violence was something anyone would grow to abhor. And yet, this one smiled, and that relieved him of a burden; he breathed a loud sigh of relief. “Yes, I agree, had you mentioned it to me before, maybe it’d have been turned so drastic, and so bloody; but, it is what it is.” He finally spoke; although his attention was diverted purposefully by the lass towards a topic he had no notion. Although, a sharp hiss escaped his maw, the disinfectant reacting against the splinters on his knuckles.

Once his wounds got used to the battering dab of the cotton laced in disinfectants, he could focus on her words once again. The grimace of his face mutated into a more solemn countenance. “She did now, did she?” He grinned unashamedly. On an occasion that weren’t so intimate, he’d have reacted to such a jest differently; he was a professor after all, and one thing that was taboo was engaging in relationships with one’s students. “I wouldn’t have terribly minded bending someone else over,” he replied, countering the gag, although the implication of the person he were pointing at clearly not Jessica who Ava mentioned in her dialogue. “I’m surprised you’d find that amusing.” He added. It wasn’t like he hadn’t heard of such desires expressed about him before, but never before in a circumstance where he was the teacher, and his students were at least a decade younger than him. Niklaus did however looked like someone who hadn’t aged after graduating college.

The wounded professor lifted his hands off the female’s knees, freeing her to skip about the room once again, while inspecting the dressing around his palm. “Thank you,” Niklaus said, his words carried a bona fide appreciation for her taking care of him. “It looks like I bought you more trouble to deal with, helping me out with bandaging these wounds on me.” He marveled at her work, with a sigh of relief; looking up at the innocence that finally restored on Ava’s beautiful face.

“Say,” he murmured, his inner thoughts trying hard to persuade him against continuing the dialogue the invigorating nature of the female was invoking from within him, for it was an interdict what he was about to propose, but he just simply couldn’t stop thinking about it, and had to materialize those words in his head. “Would you like to come to my place for dinner sometime?” He was basically asking her out, but he tried to quickly cover it up with an adjoining verse. “Seeing as you have suffered, and took a lot in the past few months, and having toiled about in my office with work, I think you deserve something, and I happen to be a nice cook.” Like that’s the only reason you’re asking her out, his inner-mind countered, and he shushed himself.

 

[Enigma_x]

Ava hadn’t had a blissful, carefree childhood as many had. In fact, hers had been rather devastating, it was one of the main reasons she’d moved from her home town. It was in those years that she’d learned to bandage wounds, and perform other various first aid techniques. This place was supposed to be her salvation. It had turned into the exact opposite. Until now. The man before her may have been concerned that she seemed far too light hearted about what had gone on, but Ava had been exposed to violence almost her entire life. There was a certain level of desensitization about the matter. Not that she was going to be forthcoming about her life, of course. It seemed that professor Wirth had enough on his mind.

The blonde chuckled softly upon hearing his surprise, although, his grin certainly caused a swell of warmth within her. At least it amused him. His next comment had her feign as gasp, rolling her eyes playfully. “Sir, that’s not exactly professional.” Of course, her tone was rather teasing. It helped make light of her own suffering, it helped her give light to it as opposed to hiding it or simply dodging around that element. “Of course I find it amusing. She thinks she can manipulate an intelligent man into breaking his moral responsibility, and his academic duty. Not that… I find it amusing that she’d have an attraction for you.” The female glanced toward him a little sheepishly. Well, hadn’t she just stuck her foot in it.

Once she was done, she hopped off the desk the moment he moved to clear the medical supplies from his desk. “You’re welcome. I’m more than used to patching up fists,” The female offered a warm smile, “It should help them heal faster. As long as you don’t make a hobby out of it.” The blonde snickered slightly before sitting down at the desk opposite, already working on the papers she’d been charged with the day before. “You didn’t bring me any trouble; I think it’s the opposite. I fear I tend to attract trouble like moths to a flame.” The woman chuckled softly as she began to assess a few questions. She’d delved into the work to avoid the rather warm feeling she had toward him. He’d protected her, it was the perfect situation for a swell of emotion.

No man had even done what he had done for her. Not even her brother or father, who seemed to fight more than they ate or slept. Yet, the moment she’d told her professor of the sexual abuse, he’d immediately taken action. There was no hesitation, no relenting. It was the ferocity that she had been somewhat taken by, he cared. And it brought a warm feeling within her.

As he spoke, the female’s gaze drifted up to glance toward the man. His offer almost caused her to jaw to fall open. His reasoning was somewhat sound, but she was somewhat concerned about the situation. She was still his student. Well, she was older than the rest and clearly an adult, but she wasn’t certain it wouldn’t cause damage to either of them. The female paused slightly, it was only dinner. Why was she already thinking five steps ahead? “I think that’d be nice,” A hint of a spark of excitement consumed her features for a moment. “I’m afraid all I tend to cook is well… Reheated take out.” The female was very tempted by the allure of a well cooked meal, and the fact that her professor was now on somewhat of a pedestal for her.


Over the next few weeks, Ava had been working hard, and it was showing. There were no more issues with Bishop, thankfully. He even made an effort to avoid her and Mr Wirth at all costs. Her life was finally getting back to what she’d imagined. Over the weeks she’d also done some healing, not only physically but emotionally. What had happened was in the past, it had simply been a miscarriage of justice in some ways. Ava had nothing to be ashamed about. Her personality began to emerge back to it’s firm, playful self. In lectures, she made a point of speaking out and bothering Wirth as much as she could in a rather light hearted manner, as well as other students. It seemed she finally found a place to settle in.

The dinner plans they’d made had finally arrived. That night, she would arrive at the location he gave her. Ava had never been so nervous. The morning she’d spent working at the diner, and the afternoon was filled with a meeting with several of her friends. “I have nothing to wear,” The blonde expressed her concerns immediately upon seeing two of the girls from college. “Oh hush, we have more than enough for a hot date. Who is he anyway?” Well, that was the point. It wasn’t a date. “He’s from another college. Studying business. Look, I don’t know if it’s a date so let’s go with something… classy?” The pair with her only chuckled and began to lead her around several stores. What she’d bought was classy, but only just.

That evening, she took a cab to the address. The woman was dressed in a sleek navy dress. It had fairly thick straps that connected to the holstered upper section of the dress. For once, her cleavage was slightly on show. The dress curved into her curves, and slipped around her shapely hips down toward her knees. She’d listened to the girls’ advice and had worn a pair of black heels, simply coupled with plain black stockings with lace detail toward the top. Of course, she didn’t expect him to see them. It was the same as her underwear, lace and rather feminine. Although she didn’t plan on him seeing her undergarments, it was still nice to feel rather beautiful. Long blonde curls cascaded down her shoulders, contrasting the crimson shade on her lips. She certainly looked the part.

Ava took a slow, deep breath as she reached his front door. She had taken a glass of wine before she left to try and reduce her nerves. It hadn’t worked. With a firm knock to the door, the female waited for a response. “What am I doing,” she breathed softly, almost shocked to the core with her actions. She was going to her professor’s for dinner, her handsome protector. Surely it was wrong considering over the past weeks, her affection for him had been growing. Even her dressed up appearance, it was too much. She’d turned up looking like she’d expected a date instead of simply sticking to what she knew. Casual wear. A curse flew from her lips; no doubt he’d pick that up. All she could do was grin and try to own her new look.​

 

[Niklaus Wirth]

The professor nodded in acquiescence, taking in Ava’s advice into account. Surely he wasn’t ever planning to repeat the act; what was she thinking. Although, he knew it was in quip. An unblemished smile drew the edges of his lips skywards; as an afterthought, he reminded himself, the only time he’d fight again would be for her, and at the times when she’d be in trouble. It was already a steep slope, the angle of which kept increase with every descending step Niklaus took in the relationship him as a professor shared with her as a student. He still believed it was the rope wound around his waist, hooked at the top of when the aforementioned descend had begun that’d keep him from falling; but at point would it be too late?
The professor’s face would have otherwise bloomed had he not forced himself to supress the reaction when Ava gave out her acknowledgement to visit his abode. “I’ll prepare a good meal for you, then. I hope it’d be the best meal you’ve ever had. At least, I’ll try to make it as such.” With casual conversations, and subsequent plan of actions regarding gradation of papers, and academics, their day was well spent. At least his was. He found a new ‘friend’ in form of the female, his vexation gone and his desire acutely increasing every step of the way. An emotional entanglement had bound the two, for they shared their darker history, and it was something that perhaps wouldn’t fade away soon.
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Hours turned to days, and days forwarded into weeks. The fated day had finally come; Niklaus was prepared. Or was he? His emotions were all over the place, but it was one thing that always remained unaffected, come what may – his cooking. Niklaus had prepared for an assortment of meals, from pasta laced in white sauce, garnished with mozzarella cheese to a roasted duck, dressed and aged within the warm embrace of his oven.

He checked the time; 8 P.M., the clock read. “She’d be here any moment,” he murmured to himself, the thought only jolting the formerly steady gallop of his heart to a spasmodic pattern. He’d wonder why he was this nervous; his inner-self would roll metaphorical eyes at this thought of his.

Niklaus had to dress for the occasion, and thus, he’d find himself in front of a wardrobe full of neatly ironed clothing; it appeared like a rainbow of shades of the many shirts he had, coupled with fitting pants. A finger disturbed the steady arrangement of his finery, when he finally comes upon to stop and pick a color resembling that of a cloudless sky, and pant that was of navy-blue coloration. Inserting his arms into the armholes of the shirt, Niklaus donned into the silken attire, adjusting the hem around his robust physique, smoothing the yoke around his shoulder-blades, buttoning the plackets on either sleeves, followed by the cuffs. Fastening the front placket, the blonde male puts on his pants, folding the bottom hem of the shirt inside, and buttoning up around – it was leaning more towards formal and classy, than informal and crude; definitely dressed up for a date. The thought made Niklaus lightly chuckle, when his reverie was broken by the knocking sound on the wooden entrance of his apartment; he hadn’t put on a belt around, but it didn’t appear a necessity. Adjusting the hem of the pants around his lower abdomen, and ironing the creases on his shirt as a result of this process with his palm, Niklaus made final adjustments, and moved towards the door.

With him standing right behind the door, imagining Ava standing on the other side of it, his heart battered against his rib-cage. The professor took a deep breath, moderately performing in calming his nerves – which were clearly overthinking. Nothing would happen, he wasn’t expecting anything, but did he want anything coming out of tonight? Maybe, but he didn’t want to conclude his thoughts just yet.

He gyrated the knob of the door, open it languidly to greet the female standing just in front. Without a moment’s notice, azure optics spontaneously inspected the lass and her attire; quite unmistakably his eyes drifted from her face, and paused the slightest bit around her chest, and then towards her toes, and back up at her. “I’m sorry, come on in.” He totally checked her out, a tinge of red firing up those cheeks of his with warm implosions.

“This way,” he added, guiding her towards the dinning, that was situated adjacent to his kitchen for convenience purposes. The dishes he had accomplished were already laid out on the furniture, but Niklaus offered something else first. He grabbed a chair, and waited for her to take a seat, before proceeding to this offer of his. “Some wine?” The male would fish out his stock of the finest of vineyard extracts he had bought for a couple of hundred dollars just a day ago, with the promise of the seller that this was his finest produce. Sauntering towards the female, he bought along two stemmed glasses on one hand, and the bottle of wine in the other, the cork securing it from spillage removed.

 

[Enigma_x]

The moment the door opened the female caught her breath in her throat. Her gaze immediately found his, although, his was clearly preoccupied. A warm blush mirrored her cheeks as it had blossomed on his own, he’d been checking out her figure. “Thank you,” Her voice was considerably softer than her usual tone. Her heart was already racing vividly in her chest, threatening to break the confines of her ribcage. The female strode in with a delicate gate, her hips swaying ever so slightly with her movement. His home was beautiful, and she was even more shocked when she approached the large dining table, already prepared for dinner. The succulent scent that filled the air around her was promising. As he held out a chair for her, the female offered a warm smile before setting down her purse on the table gently as she took the seat.

Ava leaned back in the chair as one leg daintily crossed over the other, exposing a hint of her thighs as the material of her dress drew slightly upward from her movements. “Please.” Her thick, dark lashes swept up as she gazed toward him, noticing the label on the bottle. From what she could see, it looked old. Her gaze soon swept over his form, taking in every inch of his body. He looked amazing. Sleek and as well dressed as always. It seemed as though she didn’t seem too overdressed, not compared with him. They almost looked like a couple, shudder the thought. After what she’d been through, how could she even be considering that? He was just so… Well, handsome, intelligent, clearly in shape. Not to mention the way they’d been growing as friends during the weeks. Nevertheless, the female reprimanded herself for thinking of him in such a way, what would he think of her? She was abused by one professor and falling for another.

“So, what have you prepared for the best meal of my life?” The female couldn’t help but slide her chair back slightly. She still didn’t match his height in heels, but it was better than flats. The female delicately scooped up her wine and made her way into the kitchen, a devilish smirk crossing over her lips as she clearly refused to be sat and served. As the female approached the oven, she bent at the hip to gaze down toward the meal. What she didn’t realise was how far she’d dipped with such ease. The hem of her dress rose toward her upper thighs. Not only did her position give away her flexibility but her toned, supple legs. “It seems amazing,” She commented softly before rising, gazing back toward her professor. “You have a rather lovely home.”

It didn’t take her long to smell and sip the wine, amazed at the full bodied, rich taste. “Very nice wine too,” It was almost as if she was playfully grading him. The woman brushed passed his form, her shoulder breezing against his chest as she inspected his home; how could she not, she was curious about who he was in his personal life. “Just what I expected, neat, organised..” Her gaze spun back around toward him as she took several steps closer to him. “I’m guessing the wine wasn’t cheap,” Slowly, she bit down on her lower lip, “If I’d have known you were pulling out all the stops, I would’ve brought flowers. Or… Well, whatever you bring a man when he cooks you dinner. I’d say lingerie but,” A warm blush rose to her cheeks as she chuckled softly.​

 

[Niklaus Wirth]

Niklaus adhered to her recognition, placing the foot of the glasses on the table, and carefully pouring the liquid of deep-crimson tone, the rim of her chalice touching the outlet of the bottle, spurting out the liquor, the scent of which wafted about their immediate periphery. He ceased, rolling the bottle clockwise to avoid staining the table top with stray droplets of something that’d most certainly wouldn’t be removable. With a repetition of the same, the liquor was also poured into his glass, aerating the liquid within the bowl of the glass. But before they could clank their glasses, and express a cheers to the occasion, she took off – lively, and vibrant as she was. Niklaus was happy to see her progressively improving, and becoming more amiable and sociable post the incident that appeared they had certainly left behind.

As she pranced towards the kitchen attempting to discover the answer to her own inquiry, he lets himself the luxury of watching her set adrift; cerulean hues of his captured every candidly posed moments by her voluptuous physique, and unsurprising flexibility. On any other occasion or place, he’d have turned his head away to avoid looking at something that wasn’t intended for him to look at, but within the confines of his own privacy, he decided to gawk and leer at the exposure she posed for him with every lecherous intentions he could conjure in his mind, taking a sip from the delectable liquid in the glass whose stem he were holding. His mind began shaping garment as if he had gained x-ray vision, looking and admiring those toned limbs of hers, and well-endowed derriere.
“I see you’ve found the duck sitting in the oven; there’s white sauce chicken pasta, and some lasagna I’ve made apart from,” he informed, answering her query albeit a bit later than she had asked of him, for he got conveniently distracted by thoughts he had been avoiding ever since he had met her, but no longer resisting now. Was it the alcohol taking to his head already? He looked down at the glass, attempting to judge just how much of the scarlet liquid he ingested, but he was unable to aptly decipher; a bit too much already, it’d seem.

As the subject of wine they were drinking was brought up, he simply nodded, and responded trying to recall where he had shopped for it. “It is nice, isn’t it? The shop I bought it from, he was very insistent of me taking this particular bottle, high praises about how it’s one of finest of liquors they had had. Doesn’t seem to fail.” He finished, expediently leaving out the cost of it, and proceeding to down the rest of the liquid eased in through his gullet. His breathing hitched as the female drew closer to him, a fight against his limbs trying to freely gather and wander about onto her form ensued for his tried remaining impassive, and respond to her quip with an apt rejoinder. “From what I could see, you do seem to have a something fine wearing inside.” His voice drew in all the playfulness he could muster, a hand finally coiling around the female’s slender waist, pads of his digits brushing against the fine fabric of the dress she were wearing. “Shall eat now?” He offered, although his eyes wandering onto her female’s buxom chest suggested he’d prepare something else entirely.

How corrupted, and lascivious had he become; it had barely been a quarter of an hour since their presumed date started, and he already longed for her touch? If only he could decrypt what her intentions for the evening were; the maddening thumping of her chest had become more earnest in nature. The alcohol may have calmed his nerves, turning his approach a bit more bold than she would have previously dealt with when in the campus. The longing was far more ravenous in nature, enough for him to push back the thought about the possible consequences of a professor’s relationship with a student.

“What would you like to have first, Ava?” He inquired, eyes fluttering upward from the taunting reveal of her breast to her enthralling eyes, mischievous in nature, hunger for something other than the nutrition he had prepared for the night, awaiting consumption.

 

[Enigma_x]

It was clear that Professor Wirth had prepared a lot of food, a whole variety of flavours. Was that purely in case she didn’t like the first thing he chose? Despite her curiosity, the female remained quiet about it, simply admiring the information he told her about the wine store. “I can see why they recommended it so highly,” The female agreed as she took another sip, noticing that Wirth had already downed the rest of his, leaving the glass empty. Of course, she’d noticed how he didn’t mention the price, a gentleman, clearly. The blonde cocked her brows upon hearing rather daring words from her professor, it was clear that he’d been watching her in the kitchen. A warm blush remained in her cheeks as she gazed toward him. Despite his tone being playful, she couldn’t help but feel there was something more to his comment.

A gentle breath caught in her throat as she felt the firmness and the warmth of his arm as it snaked around her waist. She could feel each firm digit press against her dress, the warmth still ebbing through the material. It was clear that her breathing had changed as the rise and fall of the swell of her breast was clearly more frequent. His words coupled with where exactly he was staring had her heart racing; he was so alluring. The way he spoke, the sound of his voice, his clearly in shape physique so close to hers. Even just in the way he held her, it was almost too much. He’d prepared such a lovely meal, yet all she could think of is tearing the shirt from his chest. Oh, she wanted to see every inch of skin beneath his clothing.

“That depends, what courses are you offering?” Her thick lashes drifted up as her gaze rose to meet his. Soon enough, she’d placed the wine glass down on the table with great care. Slowly, one of her hands began to trail up along his chest, the warmth of her delicate fingers seeping through the material that guarded his skin from her own. “There has been something I’ve been wanting to do for some time now,” She thought aloud, her gaze remaining on his as she leaned up on her toes, her heels lifting somewhat from the floor. Her body leaned up against his own, her breasts began to press against his chest as her lips reached up toward his own. There was no logical thoughts in her mind, no, it was time she was completely honest about her feelings.

The warm, soft texture of her lips began to press hotly against his own, caressing along his lips and eventually moving down toward his jaw. When her lips edged close enough to his ear, her lips parted enough for her to speak. “I’ve wanted to know what that felt like for so long,” Slowly, she began to ease back onto her heels, allowing her body to relieve his of having to support her. Slowly, she began to toy with the buttons on his shirt as her large, somewhat innocent eyes tilted up toward him. “I’ve seen how you look at me in class, in the evenings when we’re marking.” As she spoke, her fingers began to dance along the material of his shirt, swiftly unbuttoning anything that she could find. “Don’t you want to see if you were right about my lingerie?” A tauntingly playful smirk began to curve along her lips as she pressed her arms inward, causing the swell of her breasts to rise, almost slipping from the lingerie they were cupped in.

A loud beep began to frequently ring out, causing a soft oath to leave her lips. “One moment, it’s a friend of mine. I told her I’d contact her when I got here safe and sound. I think she assumes you’re a rapist… Or a kidnapper.” A soft scoff left her at the mere thought, he was the safest man she knew. The woman leaned toward the table, not leaving his grasp as she took hold of her purse and withdrew her phone. With a few quick echoes of keys, she’d sent a confirmation text and silenced her phone. Once she placed it down on the table, her gaze turned up toward him. “So Niklaus, what would you like to eat first?” She’d never used his first name, it was far too informal for her at college. But now? She was free to do so, in her mind at least. The name rolled off of her tongue with ease as her gaze fixated on his, wondering what he was going to do considering she’d displayed exactly how she felt.
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[Niklaus Wirth]

Under the hypnotic trance of the female’s presence, more her invigorating eyes than anything else, Niklaus grew ever bolder. His fingertips danced along the soft material of her dress, often so in a lecherous dancing mood: wriggling, caressing, even a bit of squeezing at her sides to induce a reaction while he presented her with an array of dishes spread neatly on the table. There was much for dinner that he had prepared, and expressed, but the way he looked at her, his only plans seemed to devour her and keep the nutritional intake for a later time. Although, he suppressed that urge to consume poker face-like forced smile, waiting for her response.

“Courses I am offering?” repeated the professor, a bit confused with that statement when he had already listed the items on the menu. Unless…
The blonde was catching the drift that the female hinted towards just enough, but before he could investigate the matter, her subsequent response and actions landed as a hammer of proof; there was no need to divulge into a tiresome investigation, when the evidence comes walking in onto your hands. He didn’t resist her movements; he could never. The single hold of his arms around her waist now turn to a duo of gripping limbs when she turned his way, pressing herself ravishingly again his form.

Her luscious lips soon met with his own, unsure of how to react at that particular instance, simply standing still: dazed, but amazed. A silent moan of appreciation was beseeched from within, a smirk soon plastered on his visage when her working pair retreat from the strong appeal of his skin. Her taunting remark about her lingerie, reminiscing him of his comment on the same from earlier left Niklaus in a state of greed, consequently forcing a rejoinder out of him.
“Do you think I’d ever be able to say no to that kind of inspection?” It was a rhetoric response, one palm continued to measure the curve of her that remained sandwiched between the small of her back and her inviting derriere, while the other began migrating upward in search of that zipper that’d enable him the power of disrobing the lass.

The focus of their passion wasn’t raw enough yet, the concentration easily broken by the chime of her device; he hadn’t had the chance to look at the new phone she’d have bought after smashing the last one against the concrete of his office walls. Niklaus barely managed a nod, still too enraged at the moment breakage by the notification; gadgets were indeed the worst. “Who’s to say I am not?” quipped the male regaining composure being a recipient of her words glazed in seduction, cocking a brow to suggestively insinuate towards the darker shades of eroticism that often times silently bubbled within him. He hadn’t made his intentions spoken clearly yet, but indirect methodology in terms of wordplay being employed in a swift manner. He was good at this: teasing, rousing and keeping his partners on their toes at all times.

This time, when he was sure she looked upon him with expectant gaze, the fingers that set off in search of that slider had finally found the one supporting the vexatious of clothing on the female at that point, sliding and pulling it down in order to loosen the attire, simultaneously vocalizing his thoughts. “Didn’t I ask you the question first, Ava?” He countered, disregarding the usage of the more informal name address she had used; the palm that settled just above her rear now dipped down, and cupped that plump flesh, enabling a hard squeeze on the same, followed by a tight slap on the clothed expanse. “You!” barked Niklaus as a response to her inquiry, as if it were blatantly obvious, the raucous verse of his coming after the tight slap of her well-endowed derriere.
The stronghold of the chain that held her dress together on her body had been successfully overcome by then. “But, since you’re the guest in my house, I’d have you eat what you like first.” He added, thrusting his crotch against hers notifying her of the stimulating state of the meat between his legs who she had managed to awaken.

“You want that, don’t you?” Niklaus whispered, lips barely a millimeter away from her own, curtailing the gap between those needy pairs soon enough, rapacious and greedy movements of which continue to mesh and nibble at her lips, either palms now establishing a stronghold on her ass; sweeping her away from the table, and towards his bedroom, never leaving the magnetic embrace of her lips, molding together and displaying signs of simple carnal need. The professor and the student were there no more; it was just the predator and the prey, and the predator had the advantage of the territory.

 

[Enigma_x]

The young student was delighted at the way her professor reacted to her touch. Ava wasn’t certain he felt as strongly as she did, but soon enough, it was no longer a concern. His retort to her comment only coaxed a warm laugh from the woman. If he were dangerous, he wouldn’t have protected her. Then again, he did so in a rather destructive way. There was something inside her that just felt the need to trust him, to give into him. Surely, if he were a serious danger than she would feel something else. After her years of experience in dire situations, the female learned to trust her instinct. It was up for debate whether or not her lust was causing her to neglect certain emotions or thoughts simply to satisfy her urges. After all, if she was in her right mind, she wouldn’t be trying to sleep with her professor.

As he found the zip to her dress the female was far too immersed in lust to notice the slip of material beginning to loosen around her curved figure. “Mm, you did,” She confirmed softly as his hand began to slide lower along her dress until it found the supple, full flesh of her rear. A soft, playful gasp escaped her lips upon feeling a ripple of pain ebb from the sudden smack to her plump flesh. To hear him say he wanted her as opposed to simply being distracted with lustful actions was an incredible rush for her. All of those weeks she’d spent admiring him, maybe he’d spent the same time observing her. It was hard to think that finally, she stood before him in a capacity that she’d been craving for. The constant discussion of their ‘hot’ professor had only allowed Ava to begin to confront the feelings that had been festering. Now she had a chance to get what she so desired.

“I think I know exactly what I want for my first course,” The female murmured softly, her gaze locked onto his as she felt his crotch press against her own, a noticeable bulge pressed up against her form, causing a swell of heat to pool in her abdomen. Upon hearing his words, the female could only nod, her teeth clamping down against her lower lip as she gazed down toward his hips. She could feel the sheer size of him; her body was already reacting by the slick, silk like fluid coating her inner walls. “I really, really want that,” She finally managed to voice her true desires as his lips began to press against her own. Moans vibrated through her lips as she felt his firm, strong grip circle her rear. In moments they were shifting from the table, and the delicious smelling food. It seemed they both had something on their mind, and it wasn’t dinner.

As the female followed his lead further into his home, her hands had sneaked up along his chest and wrapped around his neck. With ease, she began to shift her form out of her dress despite their movements. The navy blue material fell to the floor, crumpled in a heap around her feet. As they moved into his bedroom, she simply stepped out of the material, her form almost completely displayed to him, should he had been able to look with her lips constantly attacking his own. In her entire life, Ava had never felt such a need to have someone. Maybe it had been the building lust for so many weeks, she wasn’t sure. All she knew was that she wanted him, all of him and whatever he was willing to offer with that gorgeous form of his.

“Is this what you were expecting?” the woman broke away from him slightly, clearly displaying her figure only graced with black lace lingerie. Her bra pushed up the swell of her ample mounds, the lace barely concealed the majority of their mass. A small, tight thong rested under a garter belt that held up the stockings lace trim surrounding their hold on her upper thighs. The inward curve of her waist was unmistakeable. With no material to cover her, every inch of her curvaceous form was before him, ready for inspection. Blonde curls brushed against the swell of her breasts as she turned her gaze toward him. “I was even considering asking you to bend me over your desk the other night.” A slow, playful smirk took hold of her lips as she stepped close enough toward him for her ample mounds to press against his chest. One of her hands began to slide down toward his groin, her fingers daring to press and rub against the bulge that resided there.​

 

[Niklaus Wirth]

On their journey to ecstasy, and exploration, Niklaus managed to set adrift the shirt around him that she had already managed to unbutton; an adroit shake, and roll of his shoulders were necessary for such a maneuver, should he not want to face the hurtful retreat of her lips from his at some point. His broad chest assiduously pressed against her lingerie clad bosom, pancaking, and imparting that swelling push onto her mounds that only significantly augmented the shape. Niklaus couldn’t manage a look with his eyes, but his tongue compensated by engaging in a desirous flick against her rosy-tiers, nibbling and encompassing her succulent lips all the same.

“I hear ya’,” the male acknowledged her greed, and he was all for giving her exactly what she wanted, for the water to his thirst lay in the pond of her desire.

The momentary pause from her breaking away in a feline-like trace of her legs backwards awarded him the time to undo the buckle around his pants, loosening the hold of it around his waist, fishing the belt from between the belt-loops of his attire, tossing it towards the surface of the mattress next of him. When the vixen inquired in a coquettish manner, displaying the opulent curves on her body, and scantily clad privates, the smirk on his face grew lopsided; Niklaus paced languidly back towards her, let his eyes the luxury of basking in every inch of her displayed body, a nonchalant nod in response, hands curving around her waist, his face conveniently burying against the crux of her neck, moving side-ward, and then up to her ear-lobes, and reversing to repeating the same with the other side of her less explored territories.

“I wasn’t expecting us to be in this state, no, but now that we are, I’d give anything to not be awoken up from this dream-like occurrence. And, I’m going to use every inch of you. You would want that, won’t you?” Niklaus droned amidst the amatory dancing of lips on her body. A firm squeeze on her now rather exposed ass, his palm move upward along the slope of her back, digits toying about the clasp of her bra; a couple of moments of exploration for an apt hold ensued, and subsequent to this, he had managed to undo the flimsy garment, giving her the leeway to slip it off whenever she pleased. The gentle caress against his groin that he petite hands bestowed him with managed to excite a shaky moan from his maw, his head withdraw from around her neck to simply match the piercing gaze of his against her lust-laden pair.

“And, I was considering bending you over against the dinner table right, then. But, then again, I wanted you to use you better, a-and enable myself into using some of the toys I’m sure you’d l-like,” spoke the blonde, a duo of grunts slipping past his lips, when he decided to employ his dexterous palms: one gripping one of the plump cheeks of her ass, while the other groping her breast over the loosened material of her bra.

“It’s time,” Niklaus drew his face closer, the side of his cheek brushing against that of hers, letting his lips hover around her ear. His whisper continued, “I’m gonna need to you savor your first course. Get down on your knees, now.” Even though it were merely a whisper, it carried weight of his first set of his directive for her, accompanied by a rough nibble of the supple flesh of her ear.

“Take me in that slutty mouth of yours,” Niklaus culminated, and slowly backed away from the forced embrace. There he stood, bare abdomen, and loosened pants around his waist, a strikingly visible bulge in his crotch.

 

[Enigma_x]

The way he touched her was unlike anything she’d experienced. It was precise, and with control in a way that she hungered for. He seemed to appreciate every inch of her soft, supple skin. As he drew back in toward her, Ava couldn’t help the the way her body responded so willingly to his touch. The moment his warm, firm grasp slid around her waist, she beckoned in toward him. A soft, desperate sigh escaped her lips as she felt the warmth of his breath and lips across the delicate exposed skin of her neck. The words he used mirrored her own feelings; this was not a time she wished to be interrupted. Now that she finally had what she so craved, anyone daring to ruin that would suffer a great deal.

Ava thrived on every touch, she could feel her body crying out for more, the way her slick fluid began to coat her walls. There was even a dull ache of need rising within her abdomen. “I want that,” Her voice complied softly as she felt his firm, powerful grasp compressed the rump of her rear. Soft groans escaped her lips as his hand trailed upward. Ava could already feel the shift of movement of the lace concealing her soft mounds, but she was far too distracted with the reaction she coaxed from within him with a simple caress of the bulge in his pants. The sound alone caused a dire need inside of her; she wanted so much more. It was hard to keep herself from demanding that he should rip off his pants.

A playful chuckle escaped her lips, so he was considering bending her over the table? It seems that his plan had far more to consider than simply bending her over. As his hands took over her curves, the female listened intently as he drew in, their cheeks brushing against one another as his voice ebbed into her mind, the warmth of his breath caressing her ear. Despite the soft tone of his command, Ava could tell that he was being anything but playful. It wasn’t a request; it was a command. The blonde never expected him to be this way, as such, but she couldn’t deny the warmth it sent through her body. Maybe that was one of the reasons she’d been futile to deny the erotic attraction she had to him; he was her superior in many ways.

Slowly, she began to ease down to her knees, her heels tilted up as she angled her body into a more comfortable position. The size of his bulge was impressive, and slightly daunting. It was almost as if she was going through an exam all over again. Large, thick black lashes swept up as she assessed his full physique. The female edged closer on her knees as she shed the lace concealing her supple, full mounds. The pink flesh of her nipples began to harden from the cool air that caressed them. Despite their size, they remained perky, easily rising and falling with her breath.

Finally, her hands began to rub along his abdomen, her fingers slipping over every etch of muscle. A groan of pure adoration slipped from her red tinted lips as she began to tug down his pants with a near enough desperate manner. Once she’d freed the length, she almost sat back in awe. The powerful, throbbing piece of flesh looked like a dangerous challenge, but she was more than happy to oblige. As she leaned in, her lips circled around his tip, softly taunting him as her tongue lashed over the sensitive flesh before she began to force him further into her mouth and eventually down into her throat. Soft, feminine moans ebbed from her as she began to thrust him deeper, the tight confines of her throat caressing and moistening his length as she continued.

One hand slipped down along his thighs, gripping at the muscled flesh, her nails daring to sink down against his skin; no doubt leaving traces of red where they’d been. Her other hand dipped down to caress his shaft for a few strokes before sinking to caress the sensitive sack beneath. Her wide hued gaze turned up toward him as she continued, her warm grasp on his leg began to rise, seeking to touch every inch of his abdomen, even reaching up toward his chest as she thrust him roughly into her throat. An almost wicked like grin began to cover her lips as she leaned back, lapping against his length to slicken him further. “How am I doing, sir?” Her tone was obviously playful, but it held a certain darkness to it.
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[Niklaus Wirth]

The female’s adherence to his commands almost instantaneously gave him a sense of self-assurance, for he was starting to believe the female might just be capable to taking in whatever he had in store for her, and actually take pleasure from it. A conniving grin bled onto his handsome countenance marking the beginning of something truly opposite of immaculate; it was supposed to be messy after all.

Niklaus looked down upon the female from his vantage point; like a Lord, he felt, being serve by his subjects, or in this case: subject. The mark of their academic relationship of a professor and student was long gone from his conscious, and even this were to be considered a taboo in many a mind, he couldn’t give a damn. Niklaus got off simply from the exercise of power, and mostly with women pleasuring him on their knees. His hand caressed the female’s blonde tresses as she looked upon him with those expectant eyes of hers, attempting to help her get rid of his pants, but he’d only soon realize her hunger were far too deep to require any sort of his assistance. The erect length of his that formerly probed against the tightness of his undergarment, and loosened hold of his pants now sprung free of its fabric cage, the twitching pink head of which oozed a droplet of Niklaus’ thick gunge, indicative of his wanton brewing over the rim of the container that was his body.

Soon enough, the caressing antics of his had transformed into a strong hold, his fists balled with a fighter-like grip, holding her head in position, and letting her lips enveloped the thickness of the engorged head of his cock. “Ohh, y—y—yes,” a sufficient loud gasp was triggered that came from the depth of Niklaus’ diaphragm, the warming assault causing the muscles around his abdomen tighten, and his head through back, eyes shutting close to absorb the feeling of Ava’s mouth around his monumental shaft that vanished inch after inch into her famished mouth, his hips moving forward to aid the movement inadvertently, the swollen knob-like apex hitting the back of her throat engaging in a thorough friction.

The medley of her muffled moans, and his liberated ones played as one erotic orchestra just with two different instruments. The blonde male forced himself to look down upon the seductress, an irie view of her mounds that juggled back and forth with the practiced movements of her head on his meaty shaft, and the material of her thong that bisected her ass-cheeks. Shrouded by the impacting pleasure of her mouth, and the rhythmic thrusting of his hip to match her movements, his brain failed to comprehend the withdrawal for a moment. He hadn’t allowed it, but he’d have to give it to her, she often compensated by using just the right words. Her address goaded an amused façade, his cerulean optics matched with hers, for it is often said that an eye contact was the key to any arousing moment whose pleasure could easily be heightened tenfold; such is the power a human’s windows to the soul held.

Her words finally dawned upon him, for he now began feigning a disgust as if her retreat had caused it. “Besides stopping without my permission, I’d say fairly well, but we’d have to see how well my cock slides in and out of your ass to judge just how well you did,” a sardonic smirk triggered on the male’s visage, his free hand slaps the female’s cheek to blarney her into resuming her former actions. “If you want a well-lubed shaft in your ass later, you’d better get back into savoring your dish again properly,” Niklaus warned.

 

[Enigma_x]

Every moan that escaped his lips served to further her pleasure, and the ache in her abdomen. Of all the times she’d imagined him in a less than professional position, it had never once matched what she felt now. There was almost a smirk forming on her lips upon feeling his hips taking it upon themselves to aid his descent into her slick, warm mouth. Clearly he was enjoying it immensely, especially from the sounds that vibrated from deep within him. Although, it seemed to change the moment he’d slipped from within her heated grasp. The look of disgust was almost enough to make her continue. There was a strange desire within her to meet his approval, to even surpass it. Since she’d entered her classroom, it had been the one main thing on her mind; impress him.

A slow, welcoming smirk began to cross her lips. “You’re going to try and fit this in my ass?” There was almost an innocent like glimmer of fear, something he’d never seen from her no doubt. Ava had never tried more than a few fingers into the tight, restrictive hole. As a dark smirk took hold of his lips, the female stilled for a moment. The slap wasn’t something she’d expected, a slight rush of adrenaline spurred from his touch caused her to shift a little closer, a hint of a defiant smirk taking hold of her lips. Before she could be punished any further, she began to slide her tongue along his tip, tauntingly slow to begin with. Gently, her lips closed around his tip suckling with as much effort as she could muster.

“Yes daddy,” The female whispered against his cock, her breath snaking along his tip. Gradually, she began to force him down her throat once more, gagging slightly as he began to fill the tight confines of her slick throat. Her moans continued to vibrate from within her, no doubt he’d feel it against his sensitive flesh. Gradually, her hands maintained their duty of caressing along his skin. Both of her hands slid up along his inner thighs, her nails sinking down as she began to force him down into her throat with quick succession, she was hoping it was enough to drive his pleasure further, especially as she was making a point to squeeze him as far as she could, enough for her lips to press against his abdomen, warming his flesh for a moment before drawing back and forcing him all the way down again.

It was clear that the female had been spurred on by his offer, her figure leaning forward, causing her rear to rise somewhat, displaying the full apple shape of her toned behind as well as the lace that remained between her cheeks. One hand shifted from his thigh to help her stroke along his shaft, every movement of her lips her hand forced along his length, swiftly pumping him as she suckled on his tip, her tongue lashing over his tip. Ava wasn’t sure how skilled or not she was, usually she only did something like this in a context of love, not simply for pleasure. Sure, she was feeling things for Niklaus, but she wasn’t sure how deep it went. All she knew was that it had been festering for some time, and she wanted to explore every avenue she could in order to discover what was there.

Ava had learned her lesson of not stopping when he didn’t give her permission, the last thing she wanted to do was risk not getting what he’d planned for her. If anything, that was something she didn’t want to lose. It was far more interesting to see what he wanted to do with her than what she’d imagined. So far, she was already rather surprised with how he was. She’d imagined he’d be gentle and loving; the surprise wasn’t a bad thing at all. In fact, it was awakening something in her she hadn’t even known was there.

Pleading moans slipped from her lips as she was unable to remain still on her knees. She was getting twitchy, for sure. With every moment, the thrusts of her hand grew faster as she suckled as hard as she could, forcing him down into her throat as much as she could without losing some of that fleshy shaft to stroke. Her heels angled up as she rose slightly, shifting the position of her heels. Slowly, her hands brushed over his thighs and trailed up toward his abdomen, her fingers stroked down along his muscles, almost in a grabbing motion, it was abundantly clear she was controlling herself from begging for more. Her gaze never left his, her innocent hues staring up toward him with intense need.​

 

[Niklaus Wirth]

The words that she managed to spill forth post his decree were pleasing, and something he had always did enjoy being addressed as. It gave him a sense of dominion over the vixen; the entirety of his body was an addict, fuelled by this sensation that coursed within him. Niklaus’ cock slide back and forth in her maw effortlessly, indicative of her unguent-like saliva that varnished the veneer of his shaft.

Every so often, Niklaus – with the assertive grip on her blonde tresses – would pull her head back to control her rhythm, and thrust his hips forward and with vigor attempting various angles; the tip of his roused member collecting samples of her eager mouth. “O-Oh, that feels f-fuckin’ g-good-d,” snarled the blonde, shakily, rows of teeth mincing invisible air between them, his heavy growing heavier and deeper with every lapse of second. Niklaus, often at this point, felt his senses heightening, his eyes opened with the sole purpose of gaping down at hers. He’d incline her head sideways, impaling his veiny shaft against the insides of her cheek, and back.

“You’re such a whore; a good for nothing, useless slut. Make yourself useful by sucking it good, tighten your lips around it. You want Daddy to cum in your mouth, don’t you?” Niklaus coaxed, his persuasion toned-like a man who knew exactly what he wanted, and someone who knew how to use & abuse. Although, at a different occasion, the professor in him would have been apprehensive about using such words, but her reactions and obedience catalyzed his progress, and pushed him into a state of no retreat. Niklaus’ image of Ava at that point was nothing but a toy, a slave he could use and not feel guilty about it; he didn’t have the mind to access the situation or her reaction to every word he spoke, or judge whether what he were doing or using were right or not. He just did, and left the worrying for later. Even she’d resist at this point, he knew he’d not be stopping. Niklaus was like that addict who’s going through recovery, but found a hidden stash of his, and now wouldn’t resist and temptation and fall into the hole. He needed a release, and exhaustion of her pent-up needs, and he required it fast.

A hoarse moan reverberated within the four walls of his room, engorged member twitched notifying of the necessity that was inevitable, and that tugged him towards the edge which would be his tipping point; a shove or even a gentle gush of wind could set him adrift. Ava’s hands glide across his abdomen, the warm tips grazing the textured veneer of his skin hairs on which were attentive, receptive to her touches. No sooner does the perception sets in, Niklaus descended Ava’s head upon the entire length of his cock, shoving it deeper into her mouth, probing the entrance of her much tighter orifice warning her of the incoming gunge that began spurting through the apex of the bellend of his cock. “O-Oh, F-Fuck!” The blonde practically screamed, letting gripping her silken tresses tighter, leaving little room for her to be able to wiggle her hair, ensuring she couldn’t pull out; enough of his semen ejaculate into her esophagus, causing a slight tremble course through his entire body. Niklaus finally pulled himself out of her mouth, the grip around her mane loosening substantially, for he now began to employ the same hand to jerk off the remnants of his essence onto her gaping mouth.

A placate smile accessorize’s Niklaus’ handsome visage. “Did you enjoy your first course, whore?” The male hunched down, a digit curling and gripping the underside of her chin, shoving that side upwards. “Stand up, and lay on the bed,” an authoritative instruction flourished, eyes motioning her towards the king-sized furniture his orders insinuated towards; he didn’t wait for the answer to his pompous query, and moved towards the drawer to his right, digits hooking on the handle of the top shelf.

From the sculpted crevice on the wooden furniture, Niklaus pulled out a miscellany of utilities: a blindfold, a flogger, a paddle, a vibrating dildo, rubber-tipped nipple clamps. These were the ones the professor placed at the bottom half of the mattress. While the other equipment were of standard variety, those nipple clamps were different by design – there were three clamps: two joined by a thin chain-like bridge, and the third joining the midway of this bridge by another similar connection but only longer.

“Curious at what this does?” Niklaus gave a scheming, aslant grin picking up the clamps in his hand, and displaying it to the female.

 

[Enigma_x]

It seemed that with every movement she made, the male was responding with full, pleasured moans and lines of confirmation echoing freely from his lips. The sounds of pleasure only made her far keener to feel him reach his climax. Ava wanted him to feel pleasure with her that he’d never felt with anyone. Although, she doubted that would be possible considering he must have had some decent experience, from the way he acted and controlled her, the way his grip tightened and secured the direction she was facing. What she hadn’t expected were the derogatory words leaving his lips. Ava was never one to venture into ever using those words. Especially since what she’d been through, she would have expected her professor to be a little sensitive to the issue. It was truly another side to him, only now was she realizing what a contrast it was.

However, upon his question, Ava could only find herself obeying, soft groans of approval leaving her lips as he mentioned him reaching his climax within the slick confines of her mouth. As his cock flexed and twitched, she knew it was close. Soft choking sounds left her throat as she felt him slide the full length of his cock down into her mouth, forcing her throat to take him further. A hint of pain coursed through her skull as he gripped onto her silken strands with such force. The clear shout of pleasure was at least a sign that she’d done something good. The female continued to swallow as the warm fluid continued to spurt into her throat, already sliding down somewhat. The moment he released her hair she was able to move her neck slightly. Ava had noticed his hand slipping down to his shaft to pump the rest of the slick, white fluid down into her mouth, so she remained seated with her mouth open.

What had surprised her was the way he gripped below her chin, shifting her gaze. She could remember the first time he touched her in that way, weeks upon weeks ago. It had been soft and gentle; it wasn’t the same now. His demeanor was different, controlling, dominating. Ava had never experienced this type of intimacy before, she did think to mention that but she simply followed him like a little, hopeless lamb to the slaughter. Once she had her orders, the female rose, her heels tapping lightly as she made her way over toward the large, luxurious bed. It seemed he was able to climax more than once, also a first time for her. Most of the time, partners would climax and she would be left to finish herself, with or without their help. It seemed as though Niklaus has a rather specific type of stamina that stemmed from hunger; it was ravenous.

The blonde eased down onto the soft mattress, her figure curved in a half moon shape as the top half of her figure gazed toward the man, curiously watching what he began to withdraw from a dresser. A slightly hard swallow echoed down her throat as she observed the flogger, now she was somewhat concerned. As he revealed the nipple clamps she almost told him where to shove them, but began to ease back against the mattress, supporting her head with her palm. The grin that swept across his features was almost too alluring to deny, the sheer twisted pleasure upon holding up one of his toys to her. Ava was wondering how many women he’d taken back here; how many students? She bit down slightly on her lower lip as he asked about her curiosity. “I think I know,” her lashes fluttered up as she locked gazes with him.

Sure, he was incredibly handsome and had shown her a glimpse of something she never thought she’d like in a whole different light; but she’d never met this side of him. She wondered how far he would go, how much of it was the real him, and how much of it was pure fantasy. “If they go where I think they go; you’re going to have to earn putting them on me.” The female rose up to her knees, slipping her legs underneath her body before rising up. Tentatively, she made her way over toward him. “And what if it hurts?” Her tolerance for pain was reasonable, but from the look of the flogger and the paddle, she was a little apprehensive. It had been some time since she’d even been intimate with anyone, let alone something like this.

Her hands began to snake up along his chest, a rather innocent look appearing on her delicate features as she held his gaze. “I’ve never done this before, I expect you to look after me, daddy,” She used the pet name he responded so well to before, in hopes of him seeing it as a request as opposed to defiance. It was hard for her to assume the more submissive role when she was presented with such equipment. Maybe it was due to past experiences that made her so edgy. Whatever it was, she wasn’t sure. All she did know was that she still felt safe with him, despite her concerns over what he may enjoy doing to her. And of course, she wanted to find out.

Slowly, she began to press her lips across his chest once she’d leaned in close enough to his form. She craved the heat of his body, the safety of his strong form. Gingerly, her hands began to brush up along his chest. He had asked her to lay down, not to kneel and continue her rather playful endeavor. Slowly, she retracted and allowed her form to ease back against the soft sheets, her gaze locked with his as her breasts shifted slightly with her movement. The only thing left on her curvaceous form was her stockings, garter, heels and the thin strip of underwear concealing her soft, bare skin from him. The gaze that stared up to him was one of trust. Ava had decided in that moment to give him what he desired to have complete control over; her.
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[Niklaus Wirth]

With a slant of a gaze, just momentarily, Niklaus silently admired the selection of toys laid out on the mattress, before looking back at Ava, his hands holding the clamps displaying its many manoeuvres and functions. His eagerness to experiment on the lassie was apparent with a beaming visage, and a quick-to-regain-consciousness cock that bathed in its valour, and a concoction of the girl’s saliva & his ejaculated cream. “Oh do you now?” mocked Niklaus, leaning forward to put the toy meticulously on the bed, just to prevent the chains from tangling too much.

His focus was then averted towards the advancing subject that formerly laid seductively, oozing a deprived aura; her words eventually led his right brow hike upward. “Earn? Are you trying to one up me, whore?” The frown was authentic, his hands frozen to the side despite the fact that her hands were crawling on his bare chest. “You should realize that I have complete control over you here. And you don’t tell me that I’d have to earn to do anything to you, understand? You are mine. Mine alone.,” asserted Niklaus; a hand almost had shot up to slap her across the face for what she had said, but her genuine innocence prevented him from doing so, and he’d scoff amusingly to brush off the words that came from her. He’d teach her through his acts alone, he was sure.

A smile came across his features as he continued, a hand gently arranging luscious locks of hers away from her face as she gazed up at him. “It will hurt, a bit,” he explained, a voice blunt yet assuring, “But, it’s the kind of pain that easily becomes addictive.” Niklaus’ face danced closer to her own, leaving a kiss on his lips as light as a gentle breeze of wind caressing her beautiful face. “Daddy will take care of you, Ava. Daddy will take really good care of you. Just trust me.” Niklaus comfortingly conveyed, his eyes locked with hers; and then he slowly backed away letting her reunion with the luxurious comfort of the mattress’ surface.

Niklaus was quick to follow her, his form towering over her, his legs gridlocked hers on either side; his singular focus were now on the remnants of clothing which he needed to get rid of. Dexterously, his fingers unfastened the belt that coupled her lingerie with the stocking. Once that was done, his eyes shifted upward to find her pair, an enthused smirk winding his lips; the brim of her stockings on either limbs were instantly being rolled downwards. With a few movements to adjust his own position above hers, Niklaus had finally managed to get rid of the translucent black pair of garments. The only thing now left was her undergarment.

Choreographing his descend on the bed, the professor’s torso remained on top of the bed, while the portion from his waist below bent around the edge of bed, his knees finding the rigid surface of the floor. Niklaus’ face was lingering over Ava’s clothed cunt, the stench of her arousal burning through the flimsy fabric a welcoming whiff for the male just as he had dragged the female to form the posture as pictured. A long, hungry sway of his tongue across the veiled goodness ensued, teeth accompanying this eager licking to graze against that swollen nub that clearly probed against fabric. The brunette’s large hands held Ava’s legs in their grip, emphatically parting her legs to allow this tongue tactic. It was surprising how Niklaus decided to tease her cunt just as he did instead of baring it for a more proper meal. He liked teasing his partners; he thrived on it.

“What do you think, Ava? Do you want me to rip off this final flimsy bit of the garment that’s on you? Do you want my tongue and my lips on your hungry, juicy cunt?” Niklaus moaned, and accompanying that was another teasingly thriving flick of his tongue over the now soaked garment – partially from his saliva, and formerly from her leaking juices.

 

[Enigma_x]

Ava should’ve known her actions were taunting different actions from him than she’d expected. He wasn’t a man to be manipulated. His frown caused her a brief moment of distress, she had a feeling she’d pay for that. The reprimand of his words coaxed a small nod from the blonde, “I’m sorry,” Her words were soft, they were genuine. What she hadn’t expected was the feeling of his hand brushing through her wild curls to keep her face free of their golden shimmer. It seemed he had far more experience than her, not only with this way of sex but in dealing with the opposite sex. Somehow, her body just responded to him in ways he clearly desired; she obeyed.

The blonde’s lashes began to flutter down as she felt his lips near her own. She craved his lips just as much as she did the flesh between his legs. As a light kiss brushed against her tender lips, a soft hum of content left her. As he spoke, her lashes drifted up as she looked up toward him. He held her gaze as he spoke, he meant every word. It gave her comfort, not only from his words but the closeness their bodies had shared before he began to step away. Ava resumed her position, sinking back down onto the mattress as she gazed up toward Niklaus.

As he neared her form, following her down onto the bed, there was a clear breath hitched in her throat. Ava glanced down and observed how he managed to begin undressing her with such ease. He knew where to unhook the suspenders and had them off in moments. Ava considered easing her body with his movements to aid him, but she fought against it. Even if the sheer act was causing excitement to roar through her body. Adrenaline was seeping into every pore, heat was pooling in her abdomen and causing it to clench with need. Ava was on the cusp of a moan when she noticed Niklaus left the undergarments intact.

A soft squeal escaped her as she felt herself being pulled into the desired position. A heated moan parted from her lips as she felt the warm, slick caress of his tongue brush against her already moist core. As she felt the graze of his teeth against her sensitive nub, her body almost jolted. Thankfully, his powerful grip remained along her legs to prevent her from closing them. That was certainly going to be useful if he used his teeth again. As she heard his voice, the female rose from the thick state of arousal to listen to his taunting words. “Ple----Uhhh..” Her back arched with ease, thrusting her supple breasts upward as she felt a warm stroke of his tongue caress along her painfully aroused folds. “Ple—asse,” Soft pants escaped her as she gazed down between her legs, “I need it so much it hurts,” Her voice was tender, clearly pleading with him. There was nothing more she wanted than to feel him rip off the garment and give her exactly what she craved.