The E in Enigma

Chapter 2 - The Cookie Crumbles

Mr Lauriel's POV

You could hear a pen drop in my classroom, or rather, you could hear my heart race.

There had never been a student that made my blood boil the way that Ellie did, and she had been purposefully winding me up for years. This year she had grown into her beauty fully, and it was painful to even stand near her in the room full of horny young men.

She had grown to 5ft 5 over the summer, a height I doubt she'd make it past. Her hair was every shade of brown you could think of, and some of it appeared golden in the sunlight that beamed through the classroom windows. Her eyes were mesmerizing, and anyone with any sense knew how to look away if she looked up. Her skirt had grown as short as every girl in the class, although her long muscular legs gave every other girl a run for their money.

Stop overthinking it. She's just a student, and you're her teacher.

My mind twisted back to reality. Ellie had just called me Master. Little did she know what that word really meant to me, and that nobody called me Master without earning that right. And she wouldn't, not ever, would she?

She stormed back to her oven, perfectly baked biscuits in hand. Her anger was fueled by the fact she would have to stay after class, in turn missing the bus - and everyone knew about the wrath of the poor girl's mother if she was even a minute late home from school. A smirk coated my lips - as much as she didn't deserve the thwack across the knuckles, my sadistic side just loved causing Ellie trouble.

The class went on for another hour. I grew tired after learning it truly was possible for my students to burn everything and anything they set their minds on. That included the fire-proof tea towels I had purchased as a treat for them during the summer break. Eighteen years of age, and they can't even bake biscuits.

"Class dismissed." I finally signed. I allowed dismay to consume me as I laid my head on my desk, until finally I saw Ellies' feet approach. "I guess except you."

Whilst Ellie was always hellbent on causing trouble, her apologies were always somewhat sincere. Today, though, I had no intention of allowing her the privilege of apologizing to me. Her reaction to me thwacking her knuckles made me curious, and calling me Master only pushed my curiosity further.

I pulled a tiny scrap of paper from the corner of my notebook, and gently pulled the pen from her blazer pocket. Writing four letters on the piece of paper, I pushed it across the desk to her. "You know what this means?" I mumbled. I had never even begun to express anything of my true nature inside the school walls before.

"Yes, Sir." she grinned "b**m - Anyone who's read fifty shades knows exactly what that means."

I pulled the paper back to myself and turned it over, writing two letters and a symbol on the page. "Indeed they do, Ellie, but I have heard rumors about you, and you know what this means?" Pushing it back, I thought carefully about what I was doing. She is either what you think she is, or you are so f*cking fired.

"D/s, the dynamic between a dominant and a submissive." Ellie purred softly "Sir, what exactly have you heard about me?" The truth was, the teachers often spoke about Ellie's antics. Every day she seemed to have herself draped over another girl's boyfriend, she had been found in plenty of uncompromising positions herself, and was most recently found leaving a boy tied up in the library after a session with her, in nothing but his tie.

"Ellie, I need you to think very carefully about what I say next. I've been watching you, and your antics for a very long time, and I'd very much like to help you work out what you are, and mold you into something utterly perfect." I whispered, just loud enough for her to hear. "I am your teacher, and the laws of this world very much forbid me, but I can't watch you parade around any longer without doing something about it."

I hesitantly looked up, expecting to see a scared, worried eighteen-year-old girl shaking in fear before me. Instead, Ellie stood there in all her glory, eyes glistening. "Well now Sir, I thought you'd never ask..." The words couldn't come out of her mouth fast enough as I pulled her to the only place we would remain out of sight when school ended, my store cupboard.

"I don't want you to agree to anything just yet, just give me permission to test you for the next five minutes, and I'll happily write a signed personal note to your mother about you being late because I wanted to chat to you about your excellent cooking progress." I rushed. Ellie nodded. "No, Ellie, I need your permission verbally."

"Yes...Sir?" She questioned, lingering hesitation at what she had called me previously in her mind. "You're a Master, a Dom, right?" She continued.

"I am indeed, little one. I have been what I am for fifteen years, almost as long as you've been alive. But I have never met a woman who can infuriate me whilst still fully dressed, quite the way you do. So, I have your permission to test a few things that have been on my mind today?" I asked.

"Sir, please do as you wish." Ellie continued, her face lighting up. "I assume it has something to do with..." Her fingers brushed the edge of her skirt, and I felt my collar grow tighter as my breath grew heavier. Don't take the bait, you're in charge again now.

My hand stopped hers in its tracks, and I turned Ellie away from me, inhaling the sweet scent she'd acquired from cooking earlier. Lifting her flour-covered skirt, I could finally see her ass in all of its glory - not that she left much to be desired in that skirt anyway... I felt a groan leave my lips as she leaned forward on a shelf in front of her, gently swaying from side to side.

"Whatever you're planning Sir, you'd better make it quick."